Aftershocks! (Part 1) (Nejire x Izuku / Emerald Waves)

Hey, guys! BD and Sora are here with another chapter of 'Emerald Rabbit's Warren.' In this chapter, Denki and Minoru go with Hitoshi to search for the whereabouts of Sakura Futaba. Ochako and the girls are preparing more about the Beacon girls while dealing with their own transgressions. Izuku goes head-to-head with Nejire and realizes that there is more than meets the eye with the moe. The League of Heroes congregate to meet with a man who is only known as the Professor. Mishaps, misadventures, and hijinks continue. Enjoy!

Hitoshi, Denki, and Minoru were at the storage facility that belonged to Yanagi's cousin. Hitoshi led the way as she was in search of her unit. Silence filled the concrete and metal shell. It was the echoes of their shoes as it bounced from wall to wall.

"Wow! This is definitely a place for an old-fashioned raping or a down home murder." Minoru said, still in awe of the size of the industrial complex. "As large as this place is, this has to be a reason why trafficking is at an all time high."

"You read too many ero-manga books." Hitoshi said, rolling her eyes without looking at the dwarf teen. "There is a whole world outside of lust and sex." She then turned around, causing her skirt to twirl. "Before you rebuttal, what I do, there is a difference."

"Hey! What you do is your business!" Denki had his hands on the back of his head. "Who are we to throw stones?"

"I didn't mean to bring offense, Shinsou." Minoru replied consolingly. "Just making an observation of the place."

"Yeah," she said softly. She continued walking a few more feet before finding her unit. "This is us!" She kneeled on the ground and grabbed the padlock. With the key in hand, she inserted it in the padlock and unlocked it. "Denki, this might be a little heavy. You don't mind giving me a boost?"

Denki went to the girl without hesitation. He moved Shinsou aside as he worked with the door to pull it up. It didn't require much work but a little penetrating fluid would have made it easier.

The trio was met with a smell of rust and grease. The unit wasn't big, but it was large enough to keep a vehicle. "Help me with the tarp, would ya, Denki." The electric blond nodded in agreement. He went on the passenger side and she was on the driver's side. At the same time, they pulled the tarp back. Minoru stood at the front and once getting a glance of the vehicle, his jaw slackened.

Hitoshi found the light switch and turned it on. "I haven't driven this baby in a while." She took her keys to open the door. She stepped inside of the car and turned on the ignition. As soon as she did, the loud thunderous sound of the engine filled the unit. EDM was bumping from the stereo. The neon lights below the car were sparking and flashing as if they were in a club and not in a somewhat seedy storage facility. "That's my Mikoto!" Hitoshi kissed the steering wheel before turning off the ignition. She stepped outside of the car to only see the agape mouths of Denki and Minoru.

Hitoshi's Honda Accord was basically a party bus on wheels. The sixteen-year-old saved her money by working with her grandfather in the pachinko business as a barmaid. Shinsou had the guile, the body, the sex appeal, and the confidence to speak and whisper sweet nothings in order to take a salaryman's money. From time to time, the teenager had to earn her money by means of compensation dating and the occasional hotel hookups. Nevertheless, Shinsou never identified herself as a slut or a prostitute. The teen was a hustler and she had to earn her keep by any means necessary. With the money she saved from her hustling and her job as a barmaid, she used it to purchase her Honda Accord that is nicknamed Mikoto. A huge fan of the Mikoto Urabe character from Mysterious Girlfriend X, she had it customized to a tee on how she wanted it to be.

Denki walked quietly as he observed the car. Tinted windows, spoilers, all-black rims, Mikoto Urabe. Where did Hitoshi find the time or the resources to acquire such a coveted gem?

"Jesus, Shinsou. What the hell have you been doing?" Minoru was bewildered by the beauty of the vehicle. His eyes were watering and he couldn't keep his mouth closed.

The purple-haired looked pleased as punch. "If you're moved by the exterior, check out the inside." She opened the backseat door behind her.

Minoru looked inside and was met with awe and wonder. "Denki. Come and see this!"

Denki walked around to the passenger side and stepped into the backseat. Before he could speak, his breath was taken away by the fresh leather entrancing his nose. From the outside, no one would suspect the modified amenities made into the vehicle - a mini-fridge that could contain drinks and alcoholic beverages, a mini-bar to hold their drinks, television screens on each headrest, and a screen for privacy. "So, Shinsou, this business. Ever considered a partnership?"

The purple-haired teen covered her mouth to hide her laughter. "In your dreams, Spaz! This girl lives by the hustler's code: 'always work alone!'" She did a tongue out wink face.

Denki grumbled with a pout in response.

"Tough luck, buddy!" Said Minoru as he shrugged.

Hitoshi's face flattened. Denki could indicate that she was seriously thinking. She positioned her against the driver's side door. "Ok, guys, listen up! I normally don't let the public know about what I do outside of school." She sighed through her nose. "So, for your sake, this isn't my car but the company's. Just to let you know."

"Not the judge or the jury. My lips are sealed." Denki confirmed while nodding.

"No loose lips here." Minoru said, also confirming his loyalty to Shinsou.

"Great. One less thing to worry about." She grabbed the door handle to pull open the door. "Get in! Denki front seat. Minoru rides bitch."

The boys nodded as they got into their respective spots, with Minoru sitting behind Denki. Shinsou reached above the console and pulled out her darkly-tinted sunglasses. She put the key into the ignition and started the engine. She slowly pulled the car out of her storage unit. After Denki closed the unit's door, the trio was on the road and heading out of the storage.

"Thanks to the viable information presented to me by Hatsume, Futaba is only a few towns over." Shinsou was absolute as she was turning onto the ramp leading to the interstate highway.

"You and Hatsume?" questioned Minoru.

"Let's say that she and I have a limited liability partnership," answered Shinsou while shifting gears. Denki was impressed by hearing the sounds of her boosters whenever she accelerated in speed. "S & M Inc.! She makes, I provide, we make money together."

Minoru snickered to himself. "S & M! Shinsou and Mei! I see what you did there!"

The blond overlooked Minoru's usual antics of innuendos. "Is that how you were able to give us the Dust?" Denki asked her, putting two and two together.

"Mmm-hmm! Mei knows the lab like the back of her hand," she said. "Whenever it comes to her babies, never underestimate that steampunk chick. Losing the ability to use that lab was a bad move on their part. It was like playing with her emotions. Russian Roulette in her mind." She shrugged her shoulders while changing lanes again. "She's doing okay. You can say she is doing private practice, having the freedom to do what she wants without Aizawa or Power Loader staying on her ass. Let's say she made friends with someone in high places."

"As long as she is happy, then who am I to destroy that," responded Denki. He looked over to the side to see what kind of features the car seat had.

"Custom made, Kaminari. Temperature controlled car heater, vibrating seats. I spent a pretty penny on Mikoto so you know I have to treat her right," said Shinsou proudly.

The dwarf leaned his face next to Denki's headrest. "How far is Futaba from here?" Minoru wasn't thinking about the specs nor the great features of the vehicle, despite its awesome amenities. The fear of being scammed was reeling in his mind. It was one of those it-was-too-good-to-be-true moments manifesting.

"With this baby," she said as she turned to him. "About three hours."

"Three hours?" Minoru answered, appearing stunned. "It took Futaba less than an hour to get to town."

"Bullet train," replied Shinsou. "You know those things come fast. You should be very familiar with that feeling." She gave him a teasing glare.

"Three hours." The dwarf responded, deadpan.

"Your operation, Slick," said Shinsou.

"If that's gonna be the case, then I'm gonna grab a nap."

"Go for it! I think Kung Fu Panda is still in the DVD player so feel free to watch and relax."

"Hai!" Minoru unbuckled his seatbelt to get himself comfortable. He still had to adjust to the shifting of his breasts as he turned on his side.

Denki lowered the window to get some air as he could hear Kung Fu Panda playing in the background. He felt the morning chill running through his hair. While scanning his fingers, Hitoshi was charging her cell phone. "Futaba should be at school. According to Hatsume, she hangs out with a ragtag group of fellas."

"Sakura is like that?"

"Nah! I just wanted to use that word. It makes it sound cool."

Denki chuckled lightly. "You're a good time, Shinsou. You know that?" He nodded confidently.

"Have you been reading my Yelp reviews?" She tapped his shoulder with her fist.

He blew a raspberry. "I think Yelp and UA would be facing plenty of trouble from the Feds."

"Builds my reputation. A great story to tell whenever I do interviews with one of these seedy video production companies." She shifted gears as they were making an incline up into the valley of the interstate.

"I don't get you, Shinsou." Denki said with a deeper tone.

She raised her eyebrow. "What is it that you don't get?"

He adjusted himself to get comfortable. It wasn't everyday he could wear a bra but he could now understand the look on women's faces whenever they remove it. "You're one of the most respected girls in this school. People come to you for various resources. You are the word on the street, a well-known hustler, and quite a man pleaser, if you catch my drift."

Shinsou pursed her lips, keeping focus on the road. "A pleasant review of my resume. I'll take that. What's your point?"

"Why do you do what you do? You're blessed with a Quirk in which you can read minds and manipulate people in your favor, and you're on route to be transferred to the Hero Course," replied the electric blond. "You hardly attend classes but manage to keep good grades. Even if people talk bad about you, you don't give a damn or if given a chance to speak negatively about you, they don't because they know how tough you are." He grew a bit nervous. It wasn't often that he would vocalize opinions, especially to an acquaintance like her. They weren't friends but they weren't strangers either.

Shinsou reached into the center console and pushed the button to raise the divider to separate Minoru from them. She adjusted her seat to lean back so she could get comfortable.

"That's quite observant of you, Kaminari," she answered smoothly. "No mind reading needed on this one. I didn't think you gave a damn about what I did. Didn't you previously question me about my line of expertise?"

Kaminari's cheeks turned beet red. "Well…I just think a girl like you needs to think more highly of yourself." He digressed. "Not telling you what to do or anything."

She continued staring toward the road, appearing that she was lost in thought. Denki began to regret even asking that question. He couldn't help it. Just seeing this teen's vehicle and the line of work she did displayed her intelligence. Hypocritical as he and Minoru were planning a harem using a dangerous substance to essentially brainwash women, why did he feel concerned about Hitoshi's actions?

"That explains why I think you are such a cheeky bastard." She said, finally breaking the silence. A pleasant smile was drawn on her face. "You're such a bleeding heart. You're like me." She then lowered her eyes. "But that can be very dangerous, you know?"

"Hmm," responded Denki softly. He got in deep thought as he tried to understand what she meant when the purple-haired girl said that they are alike.

"Look at our school with its electric walls to keep enemies and strangers from entering campus," she said solemnly. "Think of nations that build walls. Are they there to protect those from infiltrating and destroying us? Or, keeping us from leaving?" She nodded to herself. "The things I do, it gives a feeling, an elation or an euphoria that is indescribable. It makes me feel that I am in control. I am taking responsibility and no one else can force me or make me do anything. I beat to the sound of my own drum. I am independent. I can come and go as I please." She slightly side-eyed him. "You, too, shared those feelings. But you're apprehensive and hesitant, fearing the challenge of the status quo. You, too, can become a leader, but you're a bleeding heart just like me."

"..." The electric blond remained quiet as the Mind Reader was spot on with her assertion of his hidden thoughts and feelings.

"Love can be quite a bitch. It's evil spelled backwards. You put forth your all and you receive nothing in return," she responded. "Love isn't just sex. It's friendships, relationships, an investment to display your love and loyalty. An investment with the hopes of a return." She sighed through her nose. "I meant when I said that you deserve better. Not with just a woman, but with everything. You're too hard on yourself. Harem or no harem, no one could love you like you do." She looked skyward momentarily. "And that, right there, is my problem." She then produced a smile. "But we're bleeding hearts…you and I!"

Despite appearances, when he really thought about it, Shinsou was right. She wants to be a Pro Hero and despite being a hustler, she doesn't ask too much in return and people even say she outright helped several fellows for nothing in return.

"Be that as it may, love is evil spelled backwards. But it could mean to evolve," she said matter-of-factly. She lowered her head. "Sorry, man," she said to Denki soberly. "I've never really spoken like this to anyone before." She then punched him on his shoulder.

"Ouch!" Denki cried as he tended to his aching shoulder.

"And if you tell anyone that we had this moment, Minoru here is gonna find out what you haven't told him about Kyouka that day."

He sat stunned, alarmed of what was thrown at him. "You're joking right?" He let out a nervous laugh.

"Serious like those two condoms that you flushed down the toilet," she said, giving him a serious glare. "You do know that flushing condoms is bad for the environment…and bad for you if you tell anyone about this." She flicked his forehead. "Are we clear?"

"Perfectly crystal, Shinsou." Denki said to her. It was amazing to see two sides of Hitoshi at that moment, with the latter displaying her return to normalcy. Nevertheless, he grew an appreciation to know that the purple-haired teen had thoughts and feelings like any other teen. She has a heart of gold deep down.

"By the way, the term, half-virgin, suits you," said Hitoshi. "Better than saying 'failure to launch!'"

"Hehehe…" A sweatdrop appeared on Denki's face.

"You're alright with me, kid." She chuckled as she lowered the divider. "Call me Hitoshi from now on, Denki!"

"Same with me," he said gingerly. "Although we were calling each other by our first names anyway. Just making it official, I guess."

He then turned around to see Minoru lying down asleep. "Wow, the kid was actually sleeping."

"The sleep of the not-so-innocent." Hitoshi replied cheekily as she pointed at Minoru's hand inside of his skirt.

"Jesus Christ!" He deadpanned at his perverted friend.

"That right there you will be paying for, Denki," she responded. "Custom made leather isn't cheap."

"Only several more days before I can get my dorm back. I'm glad that the construction is speeding up progress." "Like I've said, Hitoshi. Your business, care for a partnership?" He let out a nervous chuckle.


Ochako came back from HQ with a tired look on her face. She was carrying her school jacket in her right hand.

She was emotionally and mentally exhausted after the meeting she and the other girls had half an hour ago. The gravity girl flopped face first into her bed as she let out a sigh of relief. Learning as much as possible about the enemy and preparing for an incoming foreign invasion was tiring and all she wanted to do is rest and relax for the day.

After learning the appearances of the four members of Team RWBY and their names, the girls of Class 1-A went onto learning about their backgrounds, combat skills and weaponry. No small detail was left out as every ounce of knowledge on the enemy is a possible weapon, a weakness to be exploited.

Starting with their biggest threat, Blake Belladonna, the group had already learned about her background quite a bit. But they also learn several other details about her, like for example that she is very much into adult-oriented books, the Ninjas of Love series to be precise, a popular book series in Remnant. Yet another bad sign to not let her anywhere near Izuku as the girls immediately chalked her as a closet pervert (not that they were all that better than her in comparison). And she has several cat mannerisms, fitting for her Faunus species, as she likes to eat any sort of fish, tuna in particular, dislikes dogs, always puts a bit of milk in her tea (She prefers tea over coffee), some of her prefered drinks being milk-based (Such as milkshakes) and sometimes can get distracted by point-lasers.

In more pertinent details are her combat formation and skills. Turns out that Blake did not attend a Primary Combat School like most kids wanting to be a Huntsman would, instead she was trained when she joined the White Fang by none other than her ex-boyfriend, Adam Taurus, who was a known prodigy at swordplaying from a young age. Primarily, Blake is a swordswoman who focuses on sift and quick attacks; she doesn't possess outstanding physical strength, but she makes up for it with her high speed and agility. Not to mention that her Faunus traits make her ideal in terms of sneaking and tracking.

Her weapon of choice is called 'Gambol Shroud', classified as a "Variant Ballistic Chain Scythe" (VBCS) is a weapon capable of chaining into several modes, allowing it to have both a ranged and melee capabilities. It's basically a Two-in-One weapon that can be divided and used. Gambol Shroud's main component has three combat forms: Katana, Sickle and Gun.

The Katana form is the one Blake primarily uses in combat, thus can it be referred to as its default form. The sheath actually has an edge that can be used as an oversized clever that works quite effectively, Blake dual-wields the sheath in combat along with the Katana form of the main component. The blade of Blake's weapon is quite sharp and able to cut through solid metal. The blade is also foldable, allowing it to take the shape of a sickle or kama.

At the hilt of the weapon is built a pistol, and thus can be used as a gun for ranged combat when the blade is folded and fires powerful shots. When in Sickle form, it can be used as a Kusarigama due to having a ribbon attached at the end of the hilt and Blake can manipulate it quite proficient by wrapping the ribbon around the trigger of the pistol and using the recoil to better manipulate it in-mid air.

Like most Huntsman weapons, Blake's can use Dust ammunition as elemental shots that the gun fires.

Blake's Semblance is called 'Shadow', it allows her to create shadowy clones of herself that even has movement utility as she can use it to push herself in any direction she desires, even being capable of being used in mid-air for a second leap. Despite being shadowy in nature, they are actually solid. They attack and can be used to take hits for the real Blake.

Due to Blake's weapon being used as a conduit for her Aura, which fuels her Semblance, she uses Dust to give her clones elemental properties to alter their uses in combat.

Fire Dust (Red) - Changes Blake's Shadow into a fiery clone that detonates violently, damaging enemies.

Earth Dust - Changes Blake's Shadow into a stone statue, which can be used as cover and defense from attacks.

Ice Dust (Dark blue) - Changes Blake's Shadow into an ice sculpture, which with correct timing can trap enemy weapons inside.

Violet Dust - Changes Blake's Shadow into a dark haze, lingering longer than her normal clones and blocking people's vision.

Electric Dust - Blake's Shadow has an electric effect, shocking anything that hits it.

Overall, Blake is essentially the 'Ninja' of Team RWBY, with quite the versatile skills and weaponry, her sharp senses allow her to sense potential threats from afar either from scent or sound and is able to see in the dark, putting her in advantage in darkened areas. She is a well-rounded fighter with few physical weaknesses.

Following Blake is her partner and best friend, Yang Xiao Long.

She is the eldest daughter of Taiyang Xiao Long he had in his first marriage with Raven Branwen, an known and wanted criminal as well as the Leader of the dangerous Branwen Tribe, which thrives by pillaging the villages outside the Four Kingdoms.

Shortly after being born, Raven abandoned her Family to return to the Tribe, unlike her twin brother, Qrow Branwen. She was raised by her father Taiyang and her step-mother Summer Rose alongside her half-sister Ruby Rose at Patch, a small island west to Vale.

Both Yang and Ruby went to the same Combat School, Signal Academy, where their father and uncle, both being active Huntsmen to this very day, taught and was mainly trained by her father, who taught her hand-to-hand combat.

Upon learning that Summer was not her birth mother, Yang made it her life mission to find Raven and learn why she abandoned her family. When she was a child, Yang nearly got herself killed along with her younger sister if not for their Uncle.

By the age of 17, she continued with her search, leading her to a nightclub at Vale known as 'Junior's Club' and confronted the owner, Junior Xiong, who has the reputation of 'knowing everything' in hopes of getting any leads on Raven, but when things went south Yang battle and incapacitated all of Junior and his henchmen by herself, crashing down the establishment in the process.

When trying to press Junior for information, the police arrived and she was forced to retreat.

Sometime later she returned to the same nightclub and tried again to get information out of Junior, but to no avail and warn her to leave as he had hired better henchmen. However, Yang defeated all of them and Junior again and once again the club was severely damaged during the fight. This time, Yang was able to force Junior into cooperation, however he had no information for her, so Yang left before the police arrived. Yang has criminal charges of vandalism and assault. Luckily, her father and uncle vouched for her on both occasions with the warning that she gets caught a third time and she'll be incarcerated.

Yang graduated from Signal Academy and enrolled in Beacon Academy along with Ruby, the same school her parents went to. Upon completing initiation, the sister became a part of Team RWBY alongside Blake and Weiss Schnee and began their proper Huntsman training.

Yang's weapons of choice are 'Ember Celica ', a pair of Dual Ranged Shot Gauntlets (DRSG). In their inactive form they appear as big yellow bracelets. Despite them being combat Gauntlets, these also function as ranged weapons as they have built inside of them 12 shelves for ammunition on each gauntlet. Yang mainly uses this range functionality to increase the power behind her punches or to launch herself forward using the recoil as the shots from her gauntlets are blunt blasts.

Yang's weapon is used to increase the effectiveness of her hand to hand combat that focuses more on powerful punches

Yang is the physically strongest of Team RWBY, displaying impressive feats of strength without the need of her weapons, she is as well the most durable and aggressive of the group.

Yang's Semblance is called 'Burn' which allows her to absorb the kinetic energy from attacks she receives to strengthen herself. The more attacks she receives, the stronger she gets, increasing her already high strength and causing devastating damage. However, even if she absorbs the kinetic energy from enemy attacks, she still receives damage and her Aura drains up faster due to both sustaining her Semblance and blocking the attacks. Yang is known to often to rely on her Semblance to gain victory in her battles and due to the double-edged nature of her Semblance, it can be deemed as a substantial flaw that goes in line with her headstrong and rough approach to combat.

Overall, Yang is the 'Brawler and Tank' powerhouse of Team RWBY with outstanding strength and durability, with a Semblance that allows her to strike back at the enemy twice as hard.

Tsuyu couldn't help but make fun of Yang by calling her a masochist due to how her Semblance works and how her attitude in combat leads to her getting hit plenty of times.

In smaller details about the blonde brawler, Yang is EXTREMELY touchy with her long curly mane of hair and she gets very riddled up if it's messed up even the slightest ways.

Yang has a sports motorcycle that she calls 'Bumblebee', which like basically all vehicles in Remnant runs on Dust.

Kyouka's assertion about Yang being a sort of party girl was accurate as Yang likes partying hard and living on the edge, fitting her adventurous and bombastic nature.

Yang is also known for being a flirt and a vixen that oozes confidence and raw sex appeal, something that raised a red flag for the group of Class 1-A, Tsuyu in particular was not happy with this as she felts her places as the vixen of the class feels threatened.

Momo felt vindicated about seeing Yang as a brute as her information all reflected the fact that Yang tends to not think things through and acts on the spur of the moment and is very emotional.

However, none of the group of girls couldn't help but actually feel a little bad for the blonde brawler due to not only the fact that her birth mother abandoned her shortly after being born, but her second mother, Summer Rose, died when she was still just a young child. None of the girls could imagine what it must be like to lose two mothers at such a young age. Still regardless of whatever sort of sympathy they might have, the enemy is the enemy.

Next up on the list was Weiss Schnee, the apparent heir of the Schnee Dust Company.

Weiss was born on Atlas as the second daughter of Jacques Schnee and Willow Schnee. She was made heir of the SDC when her older sister, Winter Schnee, opted to join the Atlas Military against her father's wishes and thus was disinherited entirely in favor of Weiss.

As a child, Weiss was raised with high expectations by her father to be his ideal heir and thus she was made to excel in any aspect such as education, combat, playing piano or singing. However, no matter how hard she tried, Weiss never earned her father's approval.

Coupled this with her dysfunctional family dynamic between her parents and the threat of the extremist White Fang upon both the company and the Schnee family lead to her childhood being a difficult one. The reason for the White Fang's continued aggression against the SDC and Schnee family was due to the fact of Jacques' unethical practices in terms of the Faunus race, using them as cheap labor, allowing dangerous working conditions and being totally uncaring and apathetic towards them, even in the event of some dying due to an accident.

Weiss' father is a cold, calculating, uncaring and power-hungry man that saw his family as mere accessories for his take over of the SDC, having married Willow, the daughter of the previous CEO and founder of the company, Nicholas Schnee, simply to take the Schnee name and company for himself.

Weiss' mother fell into a deep depression and alcoholism once she found out that she was trapped in a loveless marriage and became less and less involved in the lives of her children as a result.

As Weiss grew up, she developed hostility towards the White Fang and a distrust towards Faunus in general due to the White Fang being ultimately responsible for causing nothing but troubles to her family and the company, such as the disappearances of family members and friends, execution of board members, attacks on facilities and their employees and raids on cargo trains full of Dust.

Regardless, Weiss was aware of her father's shady practices that sullied the name of the company and the Schnee legacy and thus it became her goal to rectify it once she becomes the next CEO and make things better for everyone.

Even so, Weiss also desired freedom from her father's influence and being away from the cold and abusive environment that was living in the Schnee Manor to make her own path and become self-reliant to fend for herself like Winter and thus she opted to move to Vale and study at Beacon Academy instead of Atlas Academy like her older sister. Obviously this did not sit well with her father and thus set up a trial for her in an attempt to dissuade her which consisted in making her fight against an 'Arma Gigas', a gigantic suit of armor at least twice as tall as her and as strong as a mecha-suit. Despite her father's belief that the white-haired girl couldn't hope to defeat it, Weiss manages to narrowly beat it, only coming out of the fight with a tiny scar on her left eye.

Having passed the trail, Weiss earned her freedom and left for Beacon Academy. After passing initiation, she became a member of Team RWBY. Although at first her relationship with her new teammates started off as rocky, with her partner Ruby Rose to be precise, in the end she warmed up to them and became close friends, the first real friends she had in a long time, with Ruby becoming her best friend and trusting in her with her life.

Weiss's weapon of choice is called 'Myrtenaster', a Multi Action Dust Rapier (MADR). The rapier has a revolver-like chamber built around the ricasso. This mechanism has six slots that are loaded with six different vials of Dust powder that are channeled on the blade of her weapon for different effects depending on the type of Dust used, these types of Dust being: yellow (Lightning), blue (Ice), red (Fire), cyan (Hard-light), purple (Gravity), and white (Wind) As her namesake would imply, Weiss' prefered use of Dust is Ice Dust.

Despite her weapon being a rapier, the blade is strong enough to slash at solid metal without snapping or being worn. Through the use of the Dust, Weiss can shot elemental projectiles depending on the vial she is currently using from her weapon.

Weiss's Semblance is called 'Glyphs', an odd one out in contrast with other Semblances as unlike the rest of them, Weiss' is in fact hereditary from her Grandfather's bloodline. Her mother, older sister and presumably her younger sister, Whiteley, have the same Semblance. Some scholars in Aura and Semblance research have long tried to find the reason behind this anomaly in the nature of Semblances as a whole, for no other Semblaces other than the one in the Schnee line have the exact same ability, not even among blood-related relatives, at most some cases presented similar Semblances.

Some scholars have posited the theory that the Schnee's shared Semblance bearing some correlation to Quirks from Earth, due to the fact that many Quirked people gained theirs from their parents being the exact same.

When using her Semblance, Weiss projects flat glyph circles in any position she desires for any sort of effect, further diversified via use of the Dust stored in her Glyphs can be used as solid barriers for protection, platforms for her or others, being used as propulsion as the Glyphs can exert pushing force on objects or people.

Another application of her Glyphs is her ability to summon constructions of enemies she has defeated in the past to aid her in battle and she can make these constructions either real size or on a smaller scale or even just creating specific parts of them.

When using Dust from her Myrtenaster, she can either create elemental projectiles from her Glyphs or change their effects altogether. When combining Lighting Dust with her Glyphs, she is able to create Time-Dilatation Glyphs that allow to greatly speed up the actions of the desired target.

When combining Ice Dust with her Glyphs she is able to manipulate the ice to make formation such as ice walls.

When combining Gravity Dust with her Glyphs she is able to invert the pushing force of her standard Glyphs into pulling force to trap the target and have them remain in place.

Weiss's fighting skill revolves around the usage of her Glyphs as stepping stones to dash around the enemy to attack them from different angles while gaining speed using the pushing force as well as using the Dust for elemental attacks or for different effects for her Glyphs. As of now she hasn't mastered her summoning ability and thus is not yet able to use it in combat properly. However, in spite of her skill and intelligence, Weiss is the physically weakest of Team RWBY as well having poor endurance and stamina and her Aura reserves might be possibly the lowest in comparison of her teammates, and as such in prolonged combat situations or against far stronger enemies that could react and match her speed she would struggle quite a lot and more often than not lose.

Overall, Weiss is the 'Spellcaster' of the Team RWBY thanks to her often utilization of Dust and her Glyphs that in spite of her weaknesses, she makes up with her creativity and quick thinking in battle. Although her reliance on Dust and Semblance means that she has to be resourceful and smart at the time of using as both are limited.

In smaller details about Weiss, she prefers coffee over tea. She is known as the 'Ice Queen' of Beacon for both metaphorical and literal reasons, a nickname that she shares with her older sister. Her favorite season is winter, her favorite color is baby blue and her favorite ice cream is the blueberry frozen yogurt.

She has a tsundere personality that goes in line with the way she was raised and thus has difficulty in trusting strangers and opening up to others, for that reason she may be arrogant and cold and as the daughter of the most elite family in Atlas, she's prim and proper.

Despite Blake Belladonna being both a Faunus and an ex-member of the White Fang, Weiss learned to get along with her as a friend and slowly, but surely, shed the biases instilled on her about the Faunus race from such a young age.

Momo felt some sympathy for the white-haired heirtress as her story and broken family dynamic has an awful lot of similarities with Shouto. Abusive trash fathers, check. Depressed and absent mothers, check. Older siblings being passed over in favor of them, check. Lack of normal development while growing up, check. Lack of friends, check. Difficulty opening up, check. Ice relation, check. Scared left eye, check. Spite towards the father, check. Positive yet distant relationship with older siblings, check.

Momo is tempted to say that Weiss is the closest thing to a female version of the icy hot teen, just without anything fire-related.

Kyouka and Mina refused to acknowledge any sort of sympathy towards the Schnee girl using the excuse that a Schnee is a Schnee even if they are friends with one Faunus, just because Weiss and Blake are friends doesn't necessarily mean she's not racist was obvious that those two simply didn't like Weiss and they just see her a spoiled rich entitled brat.

Lastly there is Ruby Rose, Weiss's partner and best friend, and the leader of Team RWBY.

Ruby Rose is the second daughter of Taiyang Xiao Long that he had with his second wife, Summer Rose and the younger half-sister of Yang Xiao Long.

Ruby was born two years after Yang was born and Raven Branwen, Yang's birth mother, abandoned her family. In the short time Ruby had with her mother, she looked up to her as her heroine and wished to be like when she grew up. That along with the bedtime stories about heroes and their deeds started her dream of becoming a Huntress like her mother. Tragically, Summer died during a mission when Ruby was around five, only having the red cloak she still wears today that Summer gifted to her as a keepsake. A gravestone was made in a Grimm-infested forest in Patch, where Ruby lived with her widowed father and older sister.

Ruby joined Signal Academy where she learned the basics of combat and constructed her signature weapon, the 'Crescent Rose'. She was personally trained by her uncle, Qrow Branwen, who at the time taught at the Combat School alongside Ruby and Yang's father.

One night, Ruby went to Vale on a small shopping trip to the Dust shop, From Dust Till Dawn. However, without Ruby noticing at first, the store was attacked by the wanted criminal Roman Torchwick and his henchmen, who came to steal all of the Dust from the store.

When Ruby noticed the assailants, she made quick work of them and saved the Shopkeeper, however she was unable to stop Torchwick before he could escape on Bullhead.

During the incident, Ruby met with Glynda Goodwitch, a Huntress and teacher at Beacon Academy. She was taken to a remote location by the Huntress where she was scolded for her reckless actions before admitting that she was brought over so Ruby could meet Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, who has seen her actions and desired to ask her some questions. The headmaster praised her advanced fighting skill despite her young age as well as being able to wield with ease 'one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed'. Acknowledging Ruby's skill and her desire to be a Huntress, Ozpin allows her to join Beacon Academy two years early, much to Ruby and Yang's delight.

The downside was that Ruby didn't want to be treated as special or prodigious just because she was two years younger than her fellow candidates.

Ruby completed initiation and became the leader of Team RWBY and thus Ruby became the current youngest student in Beacon Academy at the age of 15. While at first struggling with her new position as a Team Leader, with time she came well into her own to lead her teammates properly.

Ruby's weapon is the aforementioned 'Crescent Rose' a High-Caliber Sniper-Scythe (HCSS) - a hybrid between a scythe and a sniper rifle, that she built herself in her time at Signal Academy basing off on her uncle's own weapon, the 'Harbinger'. Crescent Rose has a converting frame that allows it to take three different forms:

A "storage" mode, its most compact form convenient for transportation, stored underneath Ruby's cloak at her waist.

A "rifle" mode, where it takes the form of a medium-length, bolt-action rifle. In this form, the absence of the scythe makes for more effective use of the rifle component.

A "scythe" mode, its most expanded form, where it fully extends into the form of a scythe, allowing it to be used as a mid-to-close-range bladed melee weapon. This form also doubles as a long-barrel sniper rifle for long-range shots without giving up the melee capabilities of the scythe. If needed, the bottom of the shaft can unfold to add more cutting power in a close-quarters fight.

The shots from the long-barrel sniper rifle cause massive draw recoil that Ruby actually uses to increase her combat mobility, such as propelling herself forward and evading opponents, firing a shot right before making a swing to increase the power and speed behind a slash. Ruby also utilizes this recoil to launch and move in the air.

Crescent Rose can be loaded with Dust ammo for elemental shots:

Fire Dust - Spews flame from the muzzle of Crescent Rose

Ice Dust - Fires icicle projectiles from Crescent Rose

Gravity Dust - Increases the recoil effect when firing the Crescent Rose, propelling Ruby to faster acceleration speeds. This also produces a black muzzle flash with each shot.

Electric Dust - Fires an electric projectile that briefly paralyzes the target.

Ruby's Semblance is called 'Petal Burst´, it allows her to accelerate any direction she chooses to at inhuman speeds nearly imperceptible to the human eye, giving the illusion of Ruby teleporting. When utilizing her Semblance, Ruby often leaves a trail of rose petals in her wake. The burst of speeds are so strong as to create powerful tailwinds and if the momentum is enough, the resulting turbulence would be strong enough to lift objects and people off the ground. Ruby can also carry objects or people with her while speeding up.

Ruby's fighting style relies heavily on her creative uses of and methods for achieving momentum, relying on a combination of her Semblance and Crescent Rose's recoil to allow her to achieve massive impact force, then speeding away to avoid counterattacks and prepare her next strike. She can also throw her opponents off by creating slipstreams and even small whirlwinds using her Semblance. And she also makes frequent use of the riffle functions of her weapon to attack from afar either with rapid fire or sniper shots.

Oddly enough, it was stated that Ruby's silver are special, said to be an extremely rare trait that she got from her mother, Summer. The Silver-Eyed Warriors are a legendary lineage of warriors who possessed special abilities through the use of their silver eyes, believed to be granted by the God of Light himself to combat the Grimm from the God of Darkness. Legends from these warriors are that they could destroy Grimm with just looking at them, turning them to stone, blinding them or vaporizing all together. Not much is known about the Silver-Eyed Warriors beyond myths and legends, the most consistent trait among these stories being that these warriors were fighters of unprecedented prowess. True accounts of what their capabilities were are difficult to come by due to the extreme rarity of the trait nowadays. But in a place like Earth, Ruby's so-called 'special eyes' are just regular eyes.

However, a critical weakness of Ruby is that she has poor hand-to-hand combat skills and relies too much on her Crescent Rose to fight properly to the point of her being pretty much helpless without her weapon, and despite her exceptionally skilled in Grimm-based combat, she does not fare as well against Human or Faunus opponents.

Overall, Beyond being the leader of Team RWBY, Ruby is the 'Speedster, Sniper and Tactician' of the team, not only being by far the fastest on the team, but also plan and execute plans effectively to take down large enemies. Ruby has shown to possess excellent marksmanship as well as possessing outstanding balance, adaptability and considerable strength that allows her to wield skillfully the large and bulky Crescent Rose.

The girls from Class 1-A were confirmed that Ruby has an awful lot of similarities with Izuku as she can be a very otaku, having a fixation on comic book heroes as well as Pro Heroes such as All Might (But nowhere near Deku's borderline obsession), is quick on her feet and observant, and despite her bubbly and cheerful attitude, Ruby is actually socially awkward and basically she had no friends before Beacon. All these traits are nearly identical to the emerald teen.

Ruby is self-admittedly obsessed when it comes to weapons, which shows in her complex design and craftsmanship of her weapon, and has an eye for detail when observing other people's weapons and tools.

Ruby is a huge lover of sweets, her favorite being cookies. However, her favorite food is strawberries. She wears her cloak over her clothes nearly at all times, except when in pajamas. She and her sister, Yang, have a dog at their home at Patch called Zwei.

While most of the girls from Class 1-A agree that Ruby is as big of a threat due to her cutesy looks and similar personality to Deku's, the little red riding hood seems similar to Nejire in terms of moeness and thus believe that she won't cross limits if imposed on her.

However, Tooru kept insisting that something was seriously off with Ruby and thus she is suspicious, believing the redhead to be a lowkey yandere going off her dark clothes, seemingly childish and innocent attitude, absurdly oversized weapon and prodigious combat skill, once again comparing her with Amy Rose from the Sonic Series. The others just chalked Tooru off as just being jealous of another cute girl threatening her spot as the cutesy moe one.

One impressive detail about Team RWBY is how often they've had encounters with real danger either individually or as a Team unit, even inside of Beacon's grounds. Recently Team RWBY battled Roman Torchwick and White Fang thugs at Vale's main docs. However, it was to be expected that they would be used to real dangerous situations as Huntresses prospects due to the far more dangerous nature of Remnant as a whole and thus encountering with Grimm or fighting criminals on the streets is something rather normal in the formation of Huntsmen and Huntresses, and that something like Class 1-A's encounters with real Villains would be something students from Beacon be more used to, which in itself is impressive as such situations on Earth are abnormal for Hero Students.

However, what concerned Ochako and the group most was not their Semblances or how good they could kick butt, but it was actually how beautiful the four girls of Team RWBY were: Ruby's cute and adorable appearance made all the more alluring and charming with her innocent and cheerful demeanor; Weiss's pristine beautiful pale skin akin to that of a porcelain doll, her white hair, light blue eyes and winter aesthetic give her the air of a snow princess; Yang's bombastic personality and voluptuous, womanly figure; And lastly Blake, what wasn't already said about her mystique beauty and mysterious allure?

All of them had an easy way onto Deku, and thus none of them could be allowed to be left alone with him. Ochako and the others agreed that Blake is the biggest threat, but after her the others had their second priorities, Momo and Tsuyu thought Yang was second priority, Kyouka and Mina thought Weiss was and Tooru thought Ruby was. Ochako remain neutral and thought all three of them being equally threatening below the cat Faunus, for the round-faced girl solely had her eyes on Blake, bearing a huge grudge and hatred against her for hurting her precious Izuku and for fear of losing him to her as Izuku hadn't forgotten her and still feels something for her after all these years he hadn't seen Blake.

"Izuku would never betray me on his own accord… He would never abandon me. He loves me! …And yet… Blake Belladonna was in his mind even after our first night… She's still in his mind, probably even now…" Ochako turned around and laid on her back, her eyes fixated on her ceiling.

"It's not fair… Why must he keep holding the memory of someone that cut him off and abandoned him? Why couldn't he let her go? For all she did to him, for how hurt and alone she left him, she must be just a forgotten memory or someone that Izuku should feel nothing but hate and contempt for!"

Her right fist clenched tightly with anger building up. "And yet he didn't… He couldn't. …I guess it's true what they say: 'It's hard to forget your first love.' Even after all of these years he didn't let go of his feelings for her… She still has a special spot in his heart which I'm also in…

No… I can't accept that, I won't accept that. Belladonna, that damned bitch, doesn't deserve it. Only I do! It should be mine and only MINE! I love Izuku! She doesn't! I would never hurt him in any way, but she did! She still does! His memories of her only keep furthering his sadness and suffering! She doesn't even know who Izuku really is, but I do! I was with him when he needed me and he was for me when I needed him! Where was that bitch when he needed her?! No matter how many girls he's made to fuck with, he still loves ME! He will ALWAYS love ME! I'm his soulmate! His other half! His true mate! I make him happy! That cat shrew only makes him suffer! If I could I would tear her apart slowly and painfully limb by limb, make her suffer the same way she made Izuku suffer!"

Rage and hate clothed her whole being, unable to accept that she has to share her beloved Deku's heart with someone, let alone someone undeserving is an aberration, a mistake of the universe, one she intends to correct. "Blake Belladonna… If I can't erase you from this world… I will erase you from Izuku's heart! I will reclaim what by right belongs to me!"Ochako clenched her right hand close to her chest before bringing it to her face, glancing at the silver ring Izuku gifted her on their first date, the best night of her life. She never took it off actually. "Don't worry Izuku… I will protect you, my love. Always." She said softly as she gently caressed the ring on her hand.


The frog vixen made her way back to her dorm. She had a light dinner, which was a turkey sandwich with Swiss cheese and a chocolate chip cookie. Eating it slowly, her thoughts pondered on the tremendous research and study of the Beacon girls, to remain on the safe side the entire file regarding all of the Exchange Cultural program was copied so it could be accessed at any time.

The group thought it best to study everything about all the people from Beacon coming beyond Team RWBY itself. RWBY's sister team Team JNPR, their second-year 'senpais' Team CFVY and even the teachers, it could all be useful information as any woman from Beacon is a potential threat, however they diced to just focus on keep studying Team RWBY for now as they have the biggest priority, if the need arises the girls would look at the others files.

Grabbing a bottle of water, she leaned back in her seat, resting in her thoughts. The cooling waters soothed the frog's throat as if she was faminished, depleted of energy because of their exhausting day.

'Girls, let's go and regroup tomorrow. Today has been…let's be honest, a huge mess, ribbit! Don't let today deter you or bother you about Izuku. Treat this as if they are no different than the enemies we face on a weekly basis. Treat this like soccer, we see the strategy, defenses and offenses. We are making plays and maneuvers. Trust your instincts, trust your teammates, and most of all, trust your enemy. When I say trust your enemy, I mean trust them to know their intent. Get in their mind, know what they are wanting.'

Once she finished eating, she untied her bow-like hair and allowed it to touch the floor. She grabbed her neck to massage it while using her other arm to extend to lessen the stiffness. Staying in one spot all day at HQ and strenuous exercises while on punishment was conflicting to the body. She removed her clothes, saved for her bras, panties, and socks. Decided to opt out in wearing pajamas, the cool touch of her sheets felt soothing to the teen. She grabbed the remote to her air conditioner to a temperature that was soothing and not scorched. Thanks to Yaoyorozu and her connections with her mother's company, the remote was equipped to turn out the lights. She turned on the stereo on a rock station. Lowering the volume to create white noise, the teen laid her head on her pillow and wanted to mellow out.

As the frog vixen tried to ease into dreamland, it became disturbed when the blaring sound of her cell phone made its presence known. She immediately jerked her torso upward. She cursed herself, wishing she would have turned her phone off, or at least, 'do not disturb.' Slowly getting out of bed, she dragged her feet a few feet to her desk. She wasn't in a rush to answer. It was probably Ochako wanting to elaborate more or Tooru for the umpteenth time asking if she or Ruby were cuter. Covering her mouth as she yawned, she saw the phone and recognized it as Haya-senpai.

"Hmm! That's peculiar. What does she want?!" After the deed to deal with Midnight and Mount Lady were done, all were given a reprieve. Nejire's deal regarding Izuku stood. Haya-senpai and Amajiki-senpai were given hush money as payment. It wasn't much, but enough for Amajiki to buy enough weekend goodies at the convenience store and for Haya to accessorize for at least a week. The frog girl didn't really want to answer. Against her declinations, she answered anyway.

Feigning a yawn, she answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Asui-kouhai! It's me, Haya-senpai."

"Oh! Hey, Haya-senpai, ribbit!" She responded, feigning a surprised tone. "How are you?"

"Ok, actually." Her voice faltered. "I didn't catch you at a bad time, did I?"

Tsuyu took a seat at her desk. She crossed her leg over her thigh. "You're good, ribbit! What's up?"

"Firstly, I want to thank you for the money we got earlier. It was well needed. A few debts vindicated," she said as she chuckled. "Amajiki appreciates you as well. In his own words, 'that massage didn't cover for the happy ending.'"

Tsuyu deadpanned at Yuyu with that unnecessary comment. "More than I needed to hear, ribbit!" She reached for the toenail clippers as she began clipping her nails. "Is that why you wanted to call me, informing me on what you did with your money?"

"No," she interjected. Tsuyu could hear her stammering, as if she didn't want to say what she really wanted to say.

"Haya-senpai. If you want to call me back to collect your thoughts-"

"No!" exclaimed Haya retorting. "What I am about to ask makes me feel ridiculous, that is all. Haven't felt like this, not even around Nejire-chan!" Tsuyu could hear her shallow breaths, instructing herself to calm down. "What I need from you is a favor."

Tsuyu paused, her eyes were focusing on the hangnail on her toe and her clippers in her freehand. It didn't take a genius to know the repercussions following their operation. She pressed her mouth to the receiver. "If you're looking for something to keep your mouth shut, then look elsewhere, ribbit! You didn't have to go down, we did. I am no snitch, but if you're thinking of blackmailing me, then think again!"

"No," she cried defensively. "What went down earlier was business. What I want from you is personal."

The emerald-haired teen was on the fence and rightfully so. "Go on," she said.

"I can't go to Nejire-chan because she will tease me. I wouldn't dare share this with Toogata and Amajiki," she said, hinting meekness that even surprised the frog girl due to Haya's tough-looking persona. "And I don't have any friends to speak of outside of those three. Asui-kouhai, do you know anyone that can teach me how to be cute?"

Tsuyu winced in pain when the nail clippers hit the toe bed. She was caught completely off-guard by Yuyu's request.

"Kouhai, are you okay? Sounds like you're in pain."

Tsuyu grabbed hold to the toe. "No! Just stubbed my toe is all, ribbit!"

Giving Tsuyu a little moment, she continued. "I know it sounds like a silly request, but that is what I want. I see how boys and girls alike look at Nejire-chan. She makes moeness look easy. People would do anything - granting favors, doing stuff, everybody's envy and admiration. I know I am attractive, but it comes with such a swagger that I can look as though I am unapproachable." She cracked her voice, which Tsuyu could tell that it took a lot from Haya to confess.

"Wow! That is quite a request, ribbit!"

"You must think I am weird for that."

"No, Senpai. Just a little…surprised!"

"I tried reading magazines and going on social media for advice. It's not enough," she said adamantly. "I'm a girl who requires hands-on experience. So, here I am with that request. Do you know anyone?"

Honestly, this was the most lighthearted favor she had dealt with in the last several days. Tsuyu lightly chuckled and thanked God that this request was feasible. She leaned her hair back, audibly sighing relief. "I gotcha, ribbit! How soon would you like this?"

"I am available this weekend."

"I know just the girl that can help you. But, I will admit that she is quite the sight for your sore eyes."

Yuyu was humble and sheepishly grateful. "Thank you, Asui-kouhai! This means so much to me. I don't know how I can repay you."

"The deeds are done," she immediately interjected. "I will send my friend your info and she will meet you in a few days."

"Thank you, thank you once again, Kouhai," responded Yuyu. "We'll stay in touch."

Tsuyu instinctively bowed before hanging up the phone, only this time, she put it on silent. She blew a raspberry. "Thank you, Esdeath! Now, how come favors like this don't come this easy," she said as she was speaking with herself. She forwarded Yuyu's information to Hagakure. The invisible moe didn't mind with this favor. Tsuyu suggested Tooru places like the mall or a cosmetic store. Tooru responded that she didn't need suggestions as she knew what places had what she needed for Yuyu.

After applying alcohol and ointment to the toe and wrapping it with a bandage, she returned to bed. She switched the radio to an American-oriented station that played top hits. Chicago drill music filled the room as she got herself comfortable. As she bathed with the lyrics, she planned to do the exact things to her opposition when they arrived (minus the killing or the self-snitching).


Earlier that day…

Gran Torino stopped at the gate to receive their validated parking. The security guard let them through as they entered the parking garage. The group drove four floors before finding a reasonable parking spot. Gran Torino set the car in park and killed the engine.

"Here we are!" Gran Torino spoke melodically as he took off his seatbelt. "And that, my protege, is how you drive a car." He turned around to look at his backseat passengers, Nejire and Izuku. The cyan-haired moe convinced her elders to let her sit in the back alongside the emerald teen with a good dose of puppy-eyed glances, and Gran Torino took the chance to show off his driving skill, much to All Might's chagrin. "And how are my little chickadees doing?"

Nejire and Izuku were in a tight embrace. They were ghostly white and shaken with fear.

"I…I…I…thought t-t-t-that I was going t-t-to s-se-see God just now." Izuku said with teeth-rattling fear. "Who g-g-g-gave y-y-y-you y-y-your l-l-l-license? Speed Racer?!"

"I think I might need a change of underwear." Nejire said matter-of-factly, afraid to move as she wasn't sure if her liver and her spleen were in the same place.

The elder Pro Hero chuckled as he stepped out of the vehicle. He tossed the keys to All Might, which he placed in his pocket. Both Izuku and Nejire stepped out of the vehicle, with Nejire following him out of the same door.

"This way leads to adventure!" Gran Torino pointed with great enthusiasm as he led the way. "Reminds me of when I trained you as a pup." He elbowed the scrawny former hero's shoulder.

"Sensei, I would not." All Might said with a hint of embarrassment. "Does Endeavor know that we are going to use his agency so the boy can practice?"

Gran Torino raised his eyebrow. "Does it matter?"

"Jesus Christ!" The former Symbol of Peace deadpanned at his mentor. "Don't tell me that Enji doesn't have a clue about this?"

"Relax, relax!" He gripped All Might's arm. "Learn how to chill, Toshinori. I got this! Plus Enji here knows us. I was saving lives while he was getting his ass wiped by his mother."

"Language, Sensei. Remember the children!" All Might said while simultaneously covering Izuku's rabbit ears. It was surprising to hear his former mentor talking outspokenly like that. Guess that it had to deal with the elder Pro Hero's age.

"That's the problem with today's youth: sensitivity!" The short Pro Hero protested. "A child scrapes his knees and he is at the ER. I say something that is inappropriate and boom, they want to 'cancel' me or whatever that nonsense means!" He tapped his cane. "I recall my days when visiting America when kids could buy alcohol and cigs for their parents."

"That's the thing. These are not the old days," retorted All Might cautiously. "Your and my upbringing are completely different from theirs."

"With that mindset, no wonder why the population has a declining birth rate," replied Gran Torino as he nodded to himself. "A world full of 'why me's' instead of 'why not you's!"

"A world full of you's!" All Might shook his head as he touched his forehead. "How grandeur would that be?"

"If the late great Shimura was here, she would agree," replied Gran Torino sharply as he pointed his cane at the two teens. "Things would get done. It would be Darwinian!"

Yagi-sensei nervously laughed at his mentor. He took both hands and delicately pushed the teens forward. "I think your Uncle T here had an extra dose of Metamucil this morning. Anyway, time is of the essence and we will see if Endeavor has any spots available for you to train." "Since I feel I am being more of a responsible adult in this matter."

All Might and the others board an elevator to Endeavor's main office. The group went up several levels before reaching their destination. Gran Torino stepped out first and led the way to Endeavor's office.

Ten minutes later….

"The answer is no!" The fire-burning goatee-having Pro Hero said adamantly as he stood at his desk, arms folded. "I don't even know how you bypassed my security, Old Man. You know I have appointments and prior engagements."

"Is that how you address a fellow Pro Hero?" replied Gran Torino smoothly. "I watched you grow up to become who you are today. I should be asking for your autograph." Gran Torino kept a cool composure. He wasn't moved by Endeavor's words. In his mind, just because he has an office and he is currently the No.1 Pro Hero of Japan didn't mean that someone had to kiss his butt. Gran Torino flexed his wrists before having a seat at Endeavor's desk. "Nice office, nice view of the city." he whistled as he took hold of Enji's photo frame showing the family. "How's the missus? Still spending time at the 'resort?' Natsuo and Touya look well and healthy. That Fuyumi?" He whistled. "Lovely young lady. I know the boys at her school ogle over her. No handsome young man snagged her yet? Is your boy Natsuo still in college?"

Enji frowned. It was visibly shown by the wrinkles on his face that he did not want any of them to be here. "Buttering me up won't work here, Old Man. I don't have time for this and I certainly don't have time for you." He pointed at the door. "Walk yourself out of here or be carried out of here. Your choice!"

The elder Pro Hero remained unmoved. He placed the photo properly in its place. He pressed his head forward to the angry, interrupted Pro Hero. "Enji baby. This is Uncle T you're speaking with. I'm the reason why muscle cars are hot right now." He jerked his head back to the teens. "And besides, if not for me, then for the poor sonny and lassie over there."

Enji hit the table hard with his fist. Izuku could see the table vibrate. "You think I'm moved by children? Children are made to listen, respect, and obey their elders." His eyes darted at Izuku. "Do you think I am going to forget what you did to my son? Disgracing the Todorokis!" His troubled, angry eyes returned to Gran Torino. "If you want to bribe me with some hot jailbait, do not do it in front of the public!"

All Might gripped the edge of Gran Torino's seat. "Sensei, I think we should go. It is obvious that we aren't wanted here."

The elder Pro Hero blew a raspberry. "Foolish! A bulldog mouth that is overloading that puppy dog ass!"

Enji slammed the table with both hands. "I refuse to be the subject of ridicule. I will call security and they will toss you out of here quicker than a whore's drawers. Final warning, Old Man!"

"Yawn!" The old man replied while scanning his nails. "If you were serious, then you would have done it at the snap of a finger." This time, he stood up. "I can apologize for impeding you without calling you. Next time, I will schedule a playdate with you." He turned to the side. "All this building and you don't have at least an utility closet they can use to practice, all great and mighty Endeavor?"

The #1 Pro Hero stared blankly at Gran Torino's unrelenting.

"Look, we don't want much. You don't expect much," said Gran Torino as he took a seat. "You're a busy man. I get that! But you were a kid once. Snuck into some backdoors, rushing to get a front row seat to see your favorite hero. Look at yourself, you're #1! You've won! We don't want much. All I am asking is that we can borrow a room to practice. If you want money, we got it! A favor, we got you! Consider this to be an investment." He clicked his tongue. "Might even have a column in the newspaper for this altruistic deed."

Enji's wrinkles on his forehead lessened. His tensed body lessened, even to the point in which he took a seat. He rocked his chair in a back-and-forth motion. "Go on!"

"Midoriya-shounen, our bunny boy here, needs some space to continue his training," explained Gran Torino. "Shouta and Nezu feel that this young lad here needs some special training since he is an atypical case."

"I can see! I was beginning to suspect that Halloween came early or he was one of those furries," retorted Enji.

"Perish the thought. This kid is special. Very special. And that is why we need a place like yours so he can practice his training," said Gran Torino in a relaxed tone. "Think of the hype you could receive." He clicked his tongue. "Those bunny ears aren't for show. He is one of the special Faunuses."

Enji pursed his lips. "Yeah! I've heard of them. They're those half-breeds from God-knows-where in Remnant."

"Careful with that word, Enji," interjected Gran Torino.

"Like I care. Those Faunuses aren't paying my bills to keep the lights on," snapped Endeavor. "People like them or anyone from Remnant should get grateful to even step foot on Earth. Even being a shoe shiner is like a promotion to them." He scoffed as he looked at Izuku. "So, boy, you a Faunus, huh? Well, speak up!"

"Yes, sir," replied Izuku without flinching, there was a small frown on his expression. He took offense at howat how the Flame Hero talked down not just Faunuses, but the people of Remnant in general, but he would have expected as much from a douchebag like him. "If he's trying to change as Shouto says, he's doing it very slowly! Or maybe he's just nicer to his kids!"

"Do you think I should bow down and kiss your rear end because of your status?"

"No, sir!" The boy shook his head.

"Good! I don't even do the same for the missus or my kids. We work if you wanna eat. Ain't no such thing as a free lunch," replied Enji as he leaned back on his chair. After a momentary silence, he jerked up his seat before looking at Gran Torino. "How long do you need?"

Gran Torino tapped his cane in delight. "Just for the afternoon. Anything requiring an extension, we will compensate."

Enji scooted over to the phone where he picked up and punched a few numbers. As the line trilled, he looked at the group. "Yes! Have one of the practice rooms reserved for a few hours, would you?" He then hung up the phone and looked at the others. "I'm gonna give you five hours. Whatever you want, need, use at your disposal."

All Might humbly bowed. "Thank you, Enji. This means a lot!"

In turn, Nejire and Izuku bowed. "Thank you, Endeavor!"

The flame Pro Hero reached into his drawer for a nerve pill. He leaned back to take it without water. "Thank you, my ass. You're lucky that you caught me on a good day." He glared at Gran Torino. "Personally, Old Man, I can't stand you." He stared at Izuku. "Don't think this will be an open door if you think you're gonna be at my agency. I will see to it that if you're assigned to me, I will be in your ass like I'm performing a colonoscopy. Understand?!"

Izuku nodded accordingly. "Yes, Endeavor, sir!"

"The practice room is a few floors down to the left when leaving the elevator. A squash room is adjacent to the room." Endeavor rubbed his temple, brewing an impending headache. "Now, please, be so dreadfully kind and get the hell out of my office!"

Gran Torino tapped his cane on the floor twice and stood up. All Might nodded as he led Izuku and Nejire to the exit. Now alone, Gran Torino cracked a smile, feeling accomplished for even convincing the stern, uptight Pro Hero. "Thanks, Enji! I owe you one! Also, great acting by the way. They really bought it!"

Enji turned his back away from Gran Torino. "Thank the League, damn you! That Aizawa and Nezu really stuck their necks out for that boy."

"He's talented, whether he knows it or not," responded Gran Torino confidently. "Haven't seen much talent since the Shimura days. Hell, even with Water Hose. He's got something not even Toshinori doesn't have. No idea of what it is, but I know it's there, therefore he made the right choice in taking the boy under his wing."

Enji continued rocking his chair. "You know that they're talking right. About…you know." His voice dropped. "What makes you think that this lad has what it takes?"

"You saw videos of his stats. How quick he can move. His agility, his strength," said Gran Torino. "I believe that this boy is pretty useful when it is time. I always knew the kid had the potential to become stronger than even All Might at his prime, even before being a Faunus. The kid is gifted, he's meant for this." He said with full confidence.

Enji blew a raspberry. "As it appears so. Recovery Girl was quite in-depth with her studies concerning him." He pursed his lip. "I can't believe I am saying this, let alone thinking this but he is still a child."

"Rumors and hearsays are growing larger," replied Gran Torino. "If the League are talking as they are talking about the inevitable, then we must train. We must prepare. We aren't sure when they are going to strike."

"And that is the problem I am having, who are they?" asked Enji, displaying concern. Which was surprising as the #1 Pro Hero.

Gran Torino tapped his cane as he approached the window, overlooking the city. "The skies are beautiful, aren't they? So many things we can do right now to enjoy this lovely view." He sighed heavily. "I am not what you say a religious man, but I do believe in the old gospel saying, warning comes before destruction." He turned around and faced Endeavor. "We don't know honestly who 'they' are, but you and I know that the League has been receiving messages of imminent danger. And you know threats of serious nature should be taken seriously."

"Are you basing your facts because of that guy?" Enji rose as he walked in Gran Torino's direction. "He is an outsider. I wouldn't know him from a can of paint. Are you going to base your observations and fears on what that guy said?"

"You know he is vouched for. He came recommended. That guy was spot on about the boy!" The elder Pro Hero snapped back. "How would he know the exact time and date that Midoriya-shounen would become a Faunus. Believe it or not, since he has become a Faunus, crazy unexplained events have happened."

Enji sighed frustratingly. He grabbed his chin. "I know!"

"I don't trust many people but this guy, in my gut, he is the real deal," responded Gran Torino. "If he knew about the revelation of that prophecy, then the events sequencing this will be armageddon."

"I am not a religious man, Gran Torino," said Endeavor. "Prophecies are no different than sheer coincidences. It's like playing the lottery or a fluke. I just don't think like that."

"Very well. You have your beliefs and I have mine." Gran Torino looked onto the afternoon sky again. "Trouble is brewing, Enji. These days aren't forever." He looked at the reflection at the somewhat startled Endeavor. "And if we aren't careful, we will have an end."

"When will we meet this guy again?" asked Endeavor.

"This evening! Seven o'clock," answered Gran Torino. "Nezu is assembling a meeting, but not at our usual spot. In case of prying ears, we are doing it at a remote location." The old man nodded as he proceeded to head for the door. As he walked to the door, he grabbed the handle.

"Those Beacon kids arriving to UA is not a sheer coincidence, you know, as you call it," he said assuringly. "Formulas require ingredients. We will be in touch." The elder Pro Hero bidded the #1 Pro Hero farewell before departing his office. Instead of joining the others in training, he phoned for a taxi to head back to his home. He needed time to compose and meditate before heading to the meeting.

The Flame Hero stood alone in his office, he turned his glare towards the window and out into the clear blue sky. His job as the current #1 Hero hasn't been an easy one with people expecting him to be a sort of replacement for the Symbol of Peace. The man has struggled to keep as much of an image of strength to keep the innocent people of Japan safe and optimistic about the future against the growing threat of groups of Villains such as the League of Villains and the Meta Liberation Army. And even with all of his hard-earned accomplishments so far in doing his job, not everyone feels as safe or hopeful as they once were when All Might was still active.

Enji still feels to this day that he hasn't earned the title of #1 for he never could reach All Might, but he owned up to his new responsibilities and did his best to uphold himself to those standards as the scar on his face show it and try to be a better man that his children can be proud of, it's the very least he can do for the three he has left… It hasn't been easy and there is still a long way for him, but he is still doing his best. Both as a father and the leading Pro Hero of Japan.

He and many other Pro Heroes are fighting this uphill battle to keep light and hope in these dark, uncertain and turbulent times, while so far they've been successful enough, Villain attacks becoming more frequent and brazen by the day and Heroes struggle to keep up with them and there are now signs of things de-escalating any time soon. At any moment the conflict with Villains will reach an extreme and violent tumultuous boiling point. A large-scale clash with them seems all the more inevitable by the day.

"If what that man has said is true… then we're indeed facing the beginning of the end. As if that darned League of Villains and those backwards asses from the Meta Liberation Army weren't bad enough, now this has to happen to all of us…" Enji clenched his fist tightly in rage and frustration, feeling impotent at such a threat. His flaming goatee flared a little. "Perhaps we do indeed need the Huntsmen and Huntresses, not just for extra support, weaponry, Dust, Aura… but we might need to learn to do the very same thing that they were brought forth. Extreme situations require extreme measures and I fear we might have to shed our ethics if we are to survive this incoming eclipse that threatens to darken everything." The day may be nice and bright outside, but all Endeavor sees is darkness coming beyond the horizon…

Izuku was standing outside of the pavilion where the drink machines could be found. In the midst of preparing for today's training, he forgot to acquire drinks. Izuku had a dollar and a dream, but unfortunately his dream was deterred when the machine ate his money. He pressed the button furiously for his grape Gatorade without success. He knew he could kick in the machine to receive his drink but didn't want to stir up trouble.

"Capitalism is a dirty business!" He cursed under his breath. That was his last dollar until his mother gave him his allowance on Monday. And today was Wednesday. Frowning due to the sudden disappointment, he pondered if the cafeteria workers offered free water.

"Need some spare change?"

The emerald-haired teen jerked his head to the source of the noise. He flinched in surprise when seeing none other than Endeavor's sidekick, Burnin'. His past self would have screeched and gone into full otaku mode, but now he just stood there looking in surprise. Odd, but not unwelcome.

"Hey, you're that Midoriya kid from the Sports Festival." The flaming woman recognized him.

"Um. Yeah." Izuku nodded, feeling a little ticklish that a Pro Heroine would recognize him.

"What brings you here? Looking for an internship with Boss like his kid? Early submission for when you graduate?" Burnin' asked out of curiosity.

"I was told to come here to train today." Izuku replied as his eyes subtly took in the woman's full-bodied figure.

"I see." She replied in understanding. "Hmm, you know I thought you'd be shorter and what's with those rabbit ears? Easter passed good a while ago, kid!" Moe commented with a smirk on her face as she noticed that the boy was taller than expected and the rabbit ears on top of his head.

"That's a… long story." Izuku glanced to the side as he scratched his cheek.

"Well, I'd say you should be careful if you go out like that. My good pal Mirko is on the prowl these days and usually that never leads to good results for men," She quickly looked to the sides to make sure no one was around. "Midnight might be a bitch and a bit of a shotacon, but Mirko doesn't discriminate for age when it comes to getting a good laid either, teen or adults, if they are single, have a good dick and can scratch her itch she will go for it, most times resulting in gangbangs! it's always been like that for her since she was a teen, but you didn't hear that for me!" She whispered.

"That is something that you shouldn't be telling a teenager." Izuku started to sweat and his face turned red at the prospect of coming face to face with the fammed and fierce #5 Rabbit Heroine herself. He gulped nervously. "I will keep that in mind whenever I am old enough to buy cigarettes."

"I wouldn't want to be you if she sees you like that, so if I were you I'd stick to UA for a month or so. You never know where that girl is hunting for her next mating prey." The Flaming woman advised, still wearing a smirk. While her tone was casual as if speaking in jest, she's actually being serious with her warning.

"I'll…also keep that in mind." Izuku nodded.

"Welp, I got work to do, right? So, I better get going. Here." Burnin' brought out some spare change from her pocket and handed it to the stunned boy.

"Oh, uh, thank you!" He said gratitude with a blush on his face.

"Don't mention it, kiddo." She grinned at him. "Oh and one last thing, I get that many just graduated students would want to come to the agency of the current #1 Hero, but maybe you should have other more approachable alternatives. Getting in here is hard, we are just the very best! Just a word of advice, it never hurts to have a back-up." She said with a friendly tone.

"Right." Izuku nodded in understanding.

"See ya around, Rabbit Boy!" Moe winked at him while making a peace sign before walking down the corridor. Deku watched her leave and he couldn't stop himself from looking at her ass as she walked with a slight sway in her hips.

The boy shook his head off, reining in his growing lust for pretty women. He smiled for the nice surprise of meeting Burnin', shame he didn't have his notebook for autographs at the time. The flaming woman was nicer than one would assume going off her looks, she reminded him a little of Auntie Mitsuki.

Izuku then tried to get his sports drink from the machine again and as luck would have two bottles came out, like when a snack in a machine gets stuck and the next attempt brings out two. He figured that he would give the spare bottle to his senpai.

Having grabbed the bottles, he went toward the training room. His mind weighed in on what Burnin' said about Mirko. "If I ever were to meet Mirko, I would certainly die of snu snu! Granted, that's probably the best way of going out, but I still wouldn't want that from happening. Besides, if my pheromones can make relatively normal girls go berserk as I've seen so far, I'm terrified of what would happen if a rabbit lady like Mirko gets affected by them. Yep, I'm staying as far away from her as possible!" He shivered at the thought as Mirko is known for her love of the thrill of battle and her maniac and aggressiveness that would make Kacchan's look like nothing. Only God knows what sort of hell would be unleashed if the rabbit woman becomes inflicted by Deku's pheromones…

As he grabbed the door handle, he halted in his tracks. "She did leave me with some coins." He licked his hungry lips and rubbed his belly. He did eye a honey bun that was calling him from the heavens. "I think a cheat day is okay, right?! I am going to burn twice the calories in that yummy baked good. I mean, I've been pushing myself hard these days, I guess I deserve a small treat. It's not like it would matter later."

Jovial like a candy-holding schoolboy, he brisked back to the machine to get his honey bun. He pressed his hand on the machine, leaning while eyeing that delicious sweet treat. He may be a katsudon lover and a carrot junkie, but Honey Buns are still his favorite sweet of all time. He was reaching in his pocket to grab the chance, but it seemed like his pockets liked his change better. "There is no way my clothes are getting tighter." He leaned to his back while struggling to get his chance. To other employees from the other side of the glass, he was probably looking like a madman. After a brief moment of struggle, he finally grabbed the 100 yen coin. He reached into the skies with astonishing pride. "Bonza!"

Looking at his pocket lint-covered hand with the coin was a sight to behold. Then, out of his peripheral vision, a low-flying, dark-colored bird came and swiped the coin from his fingers. "What?" The teen blurted out. To his shock and surprise, has this ever happened to anyone? "That is my coin!" Flabbergasted and somewhat disgusted, the emerald bunny ran after the bird.

"How dare you take my coin for my sweet goodness," he barked. "Honey buns are the jawbreakers of my soul!"

The bird swooped in a circle, squawking loudly as it aimed toward Izuku. Izuku instinctively ducked as the bird let out another squawk before heading away from him. The emerald-haired was left surprised. "Did a bird actually come and take my coin?! This is something straight out of a cartoon!" Weird stuff has happened to him plenty of times (the last few days being the craziest), but this is a new level of absurdity. With that being said, he decided to let sleeping dogs lie. Maybe it was a sign from God that he didn't need that delicious baked good. Not wanting to feel down, he grabbed his sports drinks and returned to the building. Although they haven't practiced yet, time was of the essence and Endeavor was making sure that every second counted.


Hitoshi killed the engine and tossed the keys on her lap. She put both palms to her cheeks to warm herself. The contact flushed the eyes as her cold hands hit her warm cheeks. She had to blame herself as she had the window lowered so she could smoke a cigarette. She only smoked whenever she was nervous. In past endeavors, her returns from meetings with associates and strangers were usually ninety out of a hundred. This was different to the hustler. This was outside of her jurisdiction. Where Sakura lived, Hitoshi didn't have any friends living there, not even an acquaintance or a relative of a contact.

Her palms quickly accommodated the warmth of her cheeks. She did want to display her intimidation in front of the others. Denki was catching a second wind and so was Minoru. Only this time with the latter, he was sitting up. Her partner, Hatsume, provided enough information about Sakura and her whereabouts. However, the steampunk teen admitted that there were avenues in which she faced firewalls and malware. For Hitoshi's safety, Mei wrote the location on a piece of paper in case of contact tracing from her.

With that being said, she numbered her chances of returning from this meeting to be fifty out of a hundred. So she had to have the utmost care - one slip and all will crumble down.

Although tense, the purple-haired hustler had to make a move. Waiting for the passing car, she stepped out of the vehicle. She had her hands in her pockets while accommodating herself to the cool afternoon. The temperatures lately have been unseasonal which didn't raise concern to the teen nor did she care. If there was any advice she learned from her grandmother it was two things: don't count on people and don't count on weather.

It was decided that she would let the feminized teens stay behind. She knew if she needed them, then she would call them. She thought it was best to conduct this meeting alone. This meeting, after all, was impromptu and she knew she didn't make a reservation at the cafe.

Standing hundreds of yards away was Café Leblanc. Sakura's father owned the place. She didn't want to pose herself as a threat if she confronted the teen at school. Shujin Academy was not and should not be compared to UA High when it dealt with security measurements. The last thing she needed was to be seen and spotted by law enforcement. Her motives with Sakura were solely based on inquisition. She didn't know the girl and couldn't fully trust Minoru's vouch about her either as the teen easily folded with any kind of girl who warrants his attention.

The sounds of her shoes filled the ground as she walked on the sidewalk. The cafe ahead looked like the typical run-of-the-mill cafe on any street corner. There wasn't anything perceiving a threat, nevertheless, appearances could be deceiving.

Upon entering the cafe, the sound of the bell recognized her presence. The smell of fresh baked goods entranced her nose. She, too, was enveloped by the warmth of the place. Not even a minute and she was bathed in its ambience.

The cafe was empty, which was surprising as it was the early afternoon. Students, salarymen, the elderly, and the like would fill the place as they talked sweet nothings and basked in the glow of plans as they sipped their drinks and clink their plates into some danishes. She contemplated, thinking she came at a bad time and should leave and come back later.

"Oh, hello! How can I help you?"

Hitoshi's attention was directed to the gentleman appearing from the kitchen door. He was tall, slender, and lanky. He appeared to be a teenager. Hitoshi knew they matched in height since she was tall for a girl. He had unkempt wavy black hair and dark grey eyes. He carried an aura that displayed confidence that easily exuded to those who had initially met him, but at the same, came with a bit of cockiness.

The brunet ran his fingers through his hair. He appeared calm, not alarmed. Slowly he walked from behind the counter and was walking in Hitoshi's direction. On the way, he carried this Cheshire Cat grin while rocking his dapper color-coordinated school uniform. "Boy, if Morgana were here to know what the cat brought back." He was formal, humbly bowing to the somewhat stunned teen. "It has been awhile, Shinsou." He took her hand and pressed his lips against it. "But not too long, if you ask me."

The purple-haired teen was taken aback. It has been awhile since a guy has presented himself with such a swagger. Normal guys that she affiliated herself with wouldn't hesitate getting down to business. If only what the boy did as she was feeling goosebumps. "Ren Amamiya? Yanagi's cousin?" She felt her legs wobble like gelatin. She tilted her body backward where she could find a seat. "What are you doing here?"

The brunet accompanied her as he sat across from her. "This is my home base, Shinsou. After all, every hustler needs one in case of loose lips." The latter of the sentence carried a deep tone, as if he was flirting with the teen. There wasn't any denying that Shinsou could feel the bumps showing on her skin. "Why are you here, my mysterious kitten?"

"..."

The brunet lightly chuckled. "Blinded by my charms? I get that a lot! But, I am elated that you have found me like this," he said as he leaned back, as if he was relieved that he was discovered. "Keeping appearances between here and there is quite hard. But you are aware of how that goes, don't you?"

The last thing she wanted to unearth was her feelings regarding the teen. She mustered up her pride as she came here with intentions. "I rather not ponder on the past. I'd rather keep my head towards the future."

"You're sure about that?" he retorted. "Judging by your beauty from the back, the past definitely keeps reminding me of how we used to be." He blew into her face. "You smell nice yet I detect a hint of tobacco coming from your sweet lips. You know these things can kill you, right?" Shinsou's face was flushed like a sweet potato on a hot flame. It was evident as the tenseness returned and her legs were crossed. He lightly chuckled. "And I digress. I know you didn't wander here for a social call, as evident that you didn't even know who was in here." He pursed his lips as his demeanor changed. "If you're looking for the Old Man, he has stepped out for the afternoon."

"Close but not quite. What I am looking for is the fruit of his loins." She stretched her collar as if the room temperature suddenly changed. As she felt the chill on her skin, she regained her composure. She took steady breaths, wanting to be ready for what she would say. "Futaba Sakura."

Amamiya pulled back. His facial expressions were unmoved. However, those who knew him knew about his poker face. "How do you know Futaba?"

"I don't," she answered sharply. "But I have associates that do know her."

Amamiya tensely crossed his legs. "And what do these associates want with her?"

Hitoshi pressed her hand to her chest. "I mean you no harm."

"I believe you," he replied. "Sorry if I am being acute, but…" He paused momentarily as he was carefully observing a few passersby strolling by the cafe. "As you are protective about your associates, so am I." He scanned his nails which didn't go unnoticed from Shinsou. He knew whenever he did that, he was being decisively articulate on the next set of words. "How did your associates and Sakura meet?"

She looked away and then looked back at Ren. "Futaba and my friends met yesterday. According to them, they had a meeting."

"Care to tell me what the meeting was about?"

She, too, needed to be tricky and cautious in word selection. Ren had the ability to personify whatever he wanted to present. When reading his mind, it was like cable static or a thousand television shows showing at once, thus making her Quirk a liability. "They didn't give me much. They said that they did some things and there were consequences. And my reason here is to see if she is okay."

Ren scratched the back of his head. His eyes never hers. Shinsou knew his game and what he played. She wasn't going to break a sweat or show any vulnerability.

"Your associates, your friends. Aren't they nearby?" He stood up, overlooking Shinsou. "If Futaba is involved with them, then shouldn't they be here in your place?" The teen glared at his nails. "Shinsou, you know me and I know you. And you should know me better than that." He displayed a smile. "I basically taught you how the game goes. The rules, what we want." He continued on as he walked to her. He titled over, taking hold of her chin and then rubbing it gently. "And what we want is to play for keeps!"

Unknowingly, the teen swallowed a lump in her throat.

Ren released his hand from her chin. "Impolite to touch a lady without her permission." He slowly returned to his seat. "Do you care for a cup of tea and some Turkish delights?"

"What for?" asked Shinsou.

"You're here for a meeting, is that right?" he said matter-of-factly. "If your friends are involved with my friends, then why not get acquainted so we can all be friends?" Shinsou observed the teen standing up and returning to the counter. Moments later, she could hear a cell phone ringing, presumably his.

"Amamiya here." Shinsou watched while she saw Yanagi's cousin pacing back and forth behind the counter. While watching, she noticed he was eyeing her meticulously, signifying to her that she shouldn't be prying in their conversation. Shinsou, without thought, returned to her place, staring at the covered tablecloths that hid the utensils. She can also feel how they feel.

Shinsou and Amamiya have a history together. She and Amamiya met while she was in her fifth year of elementary school. Despite being the same age, Amamiya was a grade above her, making him her senpai. They were neighbors that lived on the same block. They went to different schools. Every morning and evening, the two were very casual with each other as they walked to the train station, the typical casual wave and hi-and-bye. Shinsou gave the boy no thought, seeing him as a nerdy otaku who collected figurines, did card tricks, and wrote fanfiction for a living.

At the time, Shinsou described herself as troublesome. She didn't do anything that alarmed her grandparents but enough to ruffle feathers with small business owners and the truancy police. She was a bored kid. On the surface, she was diligent with her schoolwork to please her folks. However, her main passion was making money. Whenever she skipped school or left school, she was stealing candy to sell at school, taking money out of purses, swindling people in card games, sweet-talking older men out of their money, she did it all.

Her petty theft streak ended in her first year of junior high when she was apprehended by the police after trying to break into the cigarette vending machine. As she was waiting in holding while the police phoned her grandparents, she saw the brunet otaku entering the police station. Upon entry, he told the police that he was her brother and at the same time, reprimanding her for her misdeeds. The boy told the police that she was troubled, wasn't excelling in school, and lacked guidance due to their aging grandparents. Shinsou was intrigued by Amamiya's way of persuasion to convince the police to let her off with a warning. Since then, the two have been inseparable. And on that day, Amamiya gave her first lesson in learning about The Game.

Over the next couple of years, Shinsou was under Ren's tutelage.

The first thing Amamiya clarified to her was that being a hustler wasn't just a definition of themselves. It was a part of him but not all of him. In his eyes, he was a freelance worker, rebelling against an establishment that taxed the poor and funded the rich. She was taught how to use her gifts as skills, knowing strategy to obtain one's goals by any means necessary. Between working at her grandfather's pachinko parlor, attending school, and studying under Ren, the purple-haired grew to understand the world's dynamics in obtaining the almighty dollar.

As they grew older, Ren became more special to Shinsou whenever he used his ability to tap inside her brain. Never did the feeling of tapping into one's desire without having to be physical was the greatest sensation the mind reader ever felt. She felt purposeful, the prowess of womanhood reigned within her.

She had never told anyone this but Yanagi's cousin was her first love and her first time.

It was unfortunate that the love she had for Amamiya wasn't reciprocated. Ren never believed in tiddling a woman's heart, but the teen was married to the game, the game of life. Nevertheless, until Ren's dismissal from his high school, Shinsou was taught everything about the code of hustling. Shinsou credited Amamiya for introducing her to the game. She could never forget that. That man was her mentor, her influence, and discretely, her master.

"Okay, Shinsou. The tea is brewing." He lightly chuckled as he returned back to the area. "I don't like being rude and I think we need to catch up another time but we're going to have some friends coming over."

She grew concerned, but not enough to express it facially. "Friends?"

Ren grabbed the opening/closing sign and flipped it to close. "Shinsou, honey! As your senpai and mentor, I have to tell you to never underestimate yourself when placed in a compromising position." The teen laughed while pulling down the curtains. "Anyone can form a group, fill it with people, and watch it burn to the ground." Once lowering all of the curtains, darkness filled the room.

"Relax, Shinsou. No way I would hurt you," he said softly. "A piece of me is inside of you and no way in hell do I want to wreck that masterpiece." He paused momentarily. He heard the sound of a bell ringing as the door opened. "Hmm~ It seems that our friends have arrived."

The purple-haired teen turned around and saw two individuals standing at the edge of the door. The first one entering was a tall and lean individual with bleached blond hair. On the surface, one would suspect that he was a delinquent, a yankee.

"Evening, Boss," said the blond teen. He paused when checking out the purple-haired teen sitting at the table. "Didn't think you had company. Is this the Shinsou you have mentioned?"

"What the hell? How does he know my name?" Her eyes showed calmness but within showed worry. Never in her life did she regret leaving Denki and Minoru alone. There were a handful of fears that she had kept to herself.

Being ambushed and cornered by men was one of them.

"Sakamoto! Greetings, friend," said Ren smoothly. "Turkish delights are in the back. Would you go and get them for me?"

The blond cackled. "Right on it, Boss!" He passed by Amamiya and gave a wink to Shinsou before disappearing in the kitchen.

"Jesus, quit your struggling. We're in public for Christ's sake. You should be grateful that you're touched by me, a model!" Shinsou was met with another individual as she entered inside. She was tall and slender with eyes like the deep blue sky. Light blonde hair that was in a ponytail. Judging by her current demeanor, she was a no-nonsense type of girl. The type of girl that would love at dinner and kill for dessert.

The unkempt black-haired teen placed his finger on his lip, inciting silence. "Ann, watch it with that attitude. It is rude to our guest of honor." The teen pointed at Shinsou.

The tall blonde called Ann gave Shinsou a snarky glare. The kind of expression in which she couldn't care about feelings and wasn't afraid to give her an example of those said feelings. Shortly thereafter, the blonde gave him a silent nod.

Ren clicked his tongue when seeing what Ann was bringing with her. "Oh! More guests!" He clapped his hands. "This will be quite the affair to remember."

Shinsou felt her heart wanting to leap out of her chest. Tied in nylon rope around their arms were her friends in question, Denki and Minoru.

"The stubby little dwarf was the worst," responded Ann as she used her foot on his back to push him to the ground. "No means no unless it is on the other end when you plead for your life."

"I'm sorry," replied the teary-eyed Mineta.

Shinsou immediately stood. "Kaminari?! Mineta?!" She then eyed Amamiya with a serious glare.

The grey-eyed teen crossed his arms. "Don't worry. No harm done. To them or your Mikoto." He clicked his tongue, signifying to Ann to loosen the rope. "You all were watched when you entered the proximity of our space." He let out another haughty laugh. "C'mon, Shinsou! You're talking to a guy who has more connections than a politician. What other sixteen year old owns warehouses and industrial complexes?" He gave her a smiling wink. "Either you have gone soft or UA is failing you on vigilance."

Shinsou's legs were going wobbly once more. The teen felt like a child being reprimanded by her father.

"I'm sorry, Hitoshi," he said in a softer voice. "You might be a hustler but not the ultimate hustler. In time, you may beat the teacher but I still have a few aces up my sleeve." He, then, turned his attention to the feminized teens. "Ladies…er, gentlemen! Kaminari and Mineta, I presume?"

Both teens looked and felt ridiculous as they looked at the brunet. They both silently nodded.

"Dust yourself off. You're here just in time for a spot of tea and Turkish delights," said Ren, sounding amused.

Denki and Minoru complied as they went to where Hitoshi was sitting.

"Ann, be a dear, and go get Sakura, would you? The girl must be bored up there," informed Ren. Ann nodded as she walked toward the stairway.

Hitoshi's jaw slackened. "You're saying that she's been here the entire time?"

"In my defense, you never asked for her whereabouts. Just if I know her."

"..." Hitoshi never felt more embarrassed in her life until this moment. At UA High School, she was basically the queen of the campus. If they knew that she was fallible, then her reputation would be ruined.

The sound of the kitchen door was known as the yankee-looking blond returned, holding trays of Turkish delights and assorted desserts. "The tea isn't ready yet, Boss!"

Ren wavered his hand. "Chocolate tea takes a bit longer. Especially when it's 40% cacao." He directed his attention again to his visitors. "When Sakura arrives, let's feast and be merry. Then, we can discuss our meeting about what needs to be discussed."


Izuku walked into the very spacious training, he saw his mentor wearing his Golden Age-themed running suit nearby, he seemed focused talking to someone on the phone. Gran Torino was absent. However the thing that really made him stand out at the doorstep with a stunned, eye-widened expression was seeing what the cyan-haired moe was wearing.

Nejire wore a sports bra and running shorts that are themed after her Hero Costume, her hair was also done up in a ponytail. The thing was that her training clothes were… a tad small for her, they left nothing to the imagination. Her sports bra seemed to strain to hold back her breasts, showing a clear outline. Her shorts might as well be called booty shorts as it barely went past her rear and were very skin-tight. And the cherry on top, Nejire had her left leg raised over upwards, while showing her impressive flexibility, she stood in such an angle that gave Izuku a clear view of what he was certain was a camel toe.

With clothes like that show so much, it's like Nejire's not wearing anything!

Izuku's left eye twitched as his body trembled slightly. Today is another one of those days that temptation is being thrown over in his face over and over again, even if he already failed miserably once again at resisting it. Granted having sex with Momo was a little different than the other instances with Tsuyu and Mina, but point still stands.

"The universe is really fixated on making my life some sort of sexual hell…" With how much sexual-related issues he has gotten himself in, Izuku has good reason to think like this.

Sure, he has seen the girls of his class plenty of times with lustfulness, especially in times such as PE, Swimming class and in particular Basic Hero Formation in which he sees them in their tight and revealing Hero Costumes. Not to mention he has seen Midnight plenty of times as well.

At this point he should be used to seeing women in revealing clothes, (especially since he has seen naked women), but this was his senpai. Someone that he respects and admires. It's one thing to see like this to his female classmates and several Pro Heroines like that, but he feels he should look like this to someone as pure and innocent as Nejire.

"Midoriya-shounen, Gran Torino wants to apologize for not training you…Holy Dio in heaven!" It was the alarming sound of All Might as he walked onto the floor. He tried averting his eyes at Nejire's alluring presence. "Hadou-shoujo! This isn't appropriate UA High attire." The former Symbol of Peace briskly walked by the stunned Izuku to the elder teen. "Get yourself a towel and change clothes immediately!"

The cyan-haired teen's face turned flat, as if she was being punished. "I'm sorry, Sensei!" She extended her arms. "This outfit was custom made. I've designed it myself!"

His eyes were darting around like bumblebees on a cool November morning. There wasn't a place he could look without seeing cleavage, stomach, or her assets. "Touching, Hadou-shoujo! There isn't anything wrong in being a seamstress but please have some subtlety with yourself."

She was giving him puppy-dog eyes and her cheeks were cherry red. "I am sorry, All Might! I wasn't trying to bring any harm or wanting to hurt any feelings." She bent over, showcasing her flawless round ass shaped from her uniform. "I read in a magazine about the style of dress. The fewer the clothes, the quicker you are with agility."

Perverted thoughts filled his brain. "She's a student! She's a student! She's a legal student, but still a student!" The Pro Hero shivered, trying to hide his basic human instinct to breed. "I-I-I-I'll make today an exception." He quickly turned away. "Don't bring that uniform to practice ever again or even show that to any other human person." He bowed and brisked away from the scene. "Must call Inko! Yeah, she can clear my mind of those pervasive thoughts." In his defense, it's been a long while since his last time.

"..." Izuku could recognize the look of a man that is sexually frustrated. He doesn't know if he should feel relieved that he is not the only one that suffers such plights or disdain to see his mentor like that. At least he could appreciate that All Might really sacrificed a lot for his sake. He just hopes that his mentor doesn't wind up to be a Master Roshi or Jiraiya, especially the latter, knowing the morbid warming from late Sir Nighteye.

"Oh, Midoriya-kun!" Izuku snapped out of his thoughts and saw his senpai bubbly approaching him. "Sorry I didn't notice you there, silly me! Tee-hee~" She apologized as she made a cutesy tongue out with a wink expression as she lightly knocked her own head.

"Um, it's okay Hadou-senpai. I should have said something sooner." He shook his head in denial. He focused on having his eyes solely on Nejire's face.

"Oh good!" Nejire beamed. "Hey, you think this outfit is really too revealing as All Might said? I just wanted light clothing for easier agility and movement." She asked him as she checked her own body, unconscionably showing off her assets to the Rabbit Faunus.

Izuku shivered as he had now a closer look to her curvaceous and voluptuous figure clad in tight fabric. His face was turning red. "I know it's not her intention but she's making it too darn hard on me!" He thought to himself as lewd thoughts were invading his mind again.

He took a deep breath and focused to calm himself. "M-maybe a little." He stammered a little as he glanced away from her.

"Hmmm. Then I'll have to make an outfit a little looser for next time." Nejire pouted cutely in response. She didn't see anything wrong with her current clothes, but if Sensei and Kouhai say so, then she will listen.

"Y-yeah, that might be a good idea." Izuku replied slightly bashfully, his eyes were looking at anywhere but the cyan-haired teen.

"Hmm? Midoriya-kun? Are you okay? Your face is all red. Do you have a fever?" She said worryingly when she noticed Izuku's red face. She leaned in, grabbed his shoulder with one hand and put the other on his forehead to check his temperature.

Izuku flinched from the contact. Her hands were dainty and delicate, her touch felt soft. He could smell the aroma of the shampoo Nejire used. But most importantly he could see his senpai's cleavage. A raging boner was growing in his pants.

She took her hand off his forehead. "Nope! You're fine! Honestly, your head is cool as a cucumber."

The emerald-haired teen nodded accordingly, trying his best to keep his wandering eyes on Nejire's face. "Thanks for checking, Senpai!"

"Welp! Since All Might is off right now, I guess it's up to me to impart your training." Nejire announced with a bright smile. Izuku nodded in understanding. "To think I would have missed spending time with you today if I didn't pass by to say hello!" She commented.

She wanted to say hello to Izuku after talking with Ochako and Tsuyu earlier that day and she happened to stumble upon All Might and Gran Torino and the former Symbol of Peace thought it would be a good idea to bring her to help train Izuku since she is the one of the Big 3. Just her luck, not exactly how she wanted to spend time with the emerald rabbit, but still she wouldn't turn it down!

Izuku blushed. He would have questioned why Nejire wanted to spend time with him so intently, but he knows why: She must be affected by the pheromones. But it seems to be a small degree or else she would have asked already to have sex with him, when she wants something she asks for it on the spot. The shockwave senpai is very straight forward so she would have already said so, subtlety or beating around the bush is not her style, even less the usual yandere antics. It's obvious that Nejire is still acting like herself, so that's a relief.

"Just because Senpai is still normal doesn't mean I don't have to be careful. I took the juice earlier today so my pheromone effects must be dampened. Most importantly, I must maintain a straight head and when we're finished, I have to go to the squash room to refresh myself as soon as possible to prevent Senpai from being further affected from my built-up sweat. I wonder if they are throwaway bags to keep away scents." He told himself, having a clear and simple plan to prevent any further sexual encounters or a potential yanderic catastrophe. While he wouldn't have thought Nejire would turn into a yandere berserker, he won't take his chances, especially to the extremely dangerous and destructive implications of the shockwave teen going unhinge like the other girls.

Izuku took a few minutes to stretch himself properly and warm up, his back turned from Nejire to be certain he wouldn't be looking at her. He doesn't know if she's stretching too and prefers not to.

"Okay, All Might said that this training is to get a good feel of your current level of skill." Nejire announced after both her and Izuku were finished preparing.

Izuku nodded in confirmation. "So what are we gonna do?" He asked as he turned around to look at her in the face.

"Well, I don't know exactly what he wanted us to do. But I have an idea!" She said with an enthusiastic smile.

"Let's hear it." Time was ticking and who knows when All Might would come back, so better make the most out of the time Izuku has to train. Besides, Nejire might be a bit of an air-head, but for a reason she is the strongest girl in all of UA, so he trusts that she would have a good training plan for today.

"Let's do a time trial challenge! You will try to reach me using your Quirk in a fixed amount of time while I push you back with my Quirk or evade you. If you catch me before time's up, you win. If you can't then you lose." She proposed with a smile. "This room is very big and Pros train here so it is built to tolerate powerful Quirks like mine, of course I won't go all out or I might topple this whole building on us." She further explained.

"Hmm." Izuku cupped his chin as he mulled the idea of a challenge against one of the Big 3. It reminded him a little of the little challenge he had with Gran Torino all the way back to his first internship. It's kinda poetic in a sense that he would be doing something similar. "Good idea, Senpai. Let's do it!" He agreed with a determined smile.

Nejire's blue eyes lit up with excitement. "Yay!" She cheered with a grin. "You know, this is something Mirio, Tamaki and I used to do often in the past. We challenged each other just like this to gauge how much we've improved." She retold the many, many times they competed in challenges with her best friends, a healthy way to compete with each other and make them strive to improve even further. "Mirio won most of all the challenges we made, it was just so hard to catch him. Tamaki and I couldn't beat him in his challenges. And one of those two always managed to catch me. I rarely won any challenges overall." She pouted cutely in frustration as she crossed her arms with a huff that made her look adorable even if she was visibly upset.

The Big 3 kept a track on how many challenges they made, separated by who made the challenge, all were the same, a time trial in which one would try to catch the other. They did this ever since the trio got a good grasp on their Quirks around 2nd year.

Nejire and Tamaki were never able to beat Mirio in his challenges as he would always phase through them. There were times there were close shaves, but in the end he always won. Mirio always beat Tamaki in his challenges, while Nejire always struggled to land a few wins as he was always tricky to catch with all of his shapeshifting combinations. And Nejire was always caught by either Mirio or Tamaki in her challenges, with Mirio having a fair lead over Tamaki.

It was a little frustrating to be the one with the least wins, but she never let it get to her as she always had fun with her friends, so they were no harm feelings between each other.

"Really?" Izuku blinked in curiosity. "Toogata-senpai never told me."

"Well, that was a thing just between the three of us." Nejire replied, her face turned nostalgic as she glanced to the side. "I miss it. Ever since Mirio lost his Quirk, Tamaki and I didn't do any challenges, it wouldn't be the same without Mirio."

"...I… I'm sorry, Senpai." Izuku apologized. Even now he feels grief over the events of that fateful raid against the Eight Precepts of Death. His senpai and good friend Mirio lost both his Quirk and his mentor. It was worth it, he told himself, that a Hero puts his life on the line for those in need. But He always felt that maybe the price was too steep, that it was a bittersweet victory over the Yakuzas.

"Oh, please don't, Midoriya-kun. There's nothing for you to apologize for, you know that any of us would have done the same in his place." Nejire shook her head in denial. "Besides, it's not like he will be Quirkless forever, his Quirk will return someday!" She said with an optimistic smile.

Izuku smiled back at her. "Right." No use lingering in regrets, all he could do is believe that Lemillion would return and make his mentor proud.

"So, ready to start?"

"Yeah!" Izuku's emerald eyes glowed with brilliant determination, a confident smirk was drawn on his face.

"All right! Here are the rules: 1) To win you must pin me down for at least three seconds, grabbing me is not enough! 2) I will use any means to push you back or get away, it wouldn't be a real challenge if I don't move as well! And 3) Knocking out the opponent is cheating, so don't try to bonk my head hard!" Nejire explained the rules of the time trail.

Izuku nodded in understanding.

Nejire rushed to her bag and pulled out her phone. "You have 3 minutes to catch me before time's up." She said as she set the timer. Lucky she brought a phone cover to carry it on her hip

"3 minutes? Isn't that a bit much?" Izuku blinked in surprise at such a short time window. All this really does bring him back to his first internship. His first time using Full Cowling even involved a time trial against Gran Torino during 3 minutes.

"It wouldn't be as fun or challenging if it were too easy! Besides, I heard you like to push yourself hard, so I thought why not a hard challenge?" Nejire smiled brightly at him as she shrugged. "Or you think you can't do it?" She said with a teasing wink.

Deku smirked back competitively. "No way! I must work the hardest if I want to become stronger!" He declared.

"That's the spirit!" The shockwave teen grinned excitedly.

"So, when do we s-" Izuku heard a thunderous cry from the heavens. Looking skyward, he saw his cyan-haired senpai performing a forward dive. Like a torpedo, she was aiming for him.

Izuku yelped in panic, activating OFA at 10%, he dashed backwards in order to avoid Nejire. While he avoided direct impact, shockwaves were unleashed when the girl collided, sending outward waves of energy hitting Izuku, sending him further backwards with force.

The emerald teen twirled in mid air and used his feet to brake. "I said I was gonna push you back, didn't I?" She declared with confidence.

Izuku smirked back as he got into stance, ready to fight back. "Oh, you're on! Alright, Senpai, let's do this!" He dashed at high speeds at her!

"Catch me if you can!~" Nejire then shot waves at him from both hands.

Izuku moved to the side and avoided the side and rushed forward again, but Nejire unleashed shot after shot of energy waves at him, forcing him to backtrack and run sideways to avoid the shots.

Nejire stood in the center of the large as Izuku circled around as he tried to get close with speed, but the senpai proved to have quite the solid line of defense as when he tried to inch closer he was met with shockwaves that he had to dodge. Nejire had quite a good aim and reacted fast.

2 minutes, 10 seconds left…

"Okay, no use trying to get to her from behind like this. Time to pump more power!" Izuku increased his percentage output to 15%! He dashed in a flicker of emerald lightning bolts, circling around the area as Nejire shot and missed him, the girl pouted at this.

Izuku now inched closer, zigzagging left and right at blurring speeds! He was getting closer and-!

He was suddenly hit dead on by a strong and fast energy wave, pivoting him backwards and he landed rolling on the ground with a loud thump.

The emerald teen groaned as he quickly got on one knee and looked up to see Nejire with a smug smile with her hands on her hips. "Pretty good, Midoriya-kun! But you are gonna have to try harder than that!" She praised with a challenging tone.

Izuku sighed. "Should have figured that she could quickly adapt to a change of pace." He stood up again, activated his Full Cowling and dashed forward again at his senpai.

1 minute, 40 seconds left…

Nejire retaliated, sending her shockwaves at him. Izuku dodged left and right to avoid the numerous shots sent at him. It was a brief back and forth of him getting a little closer only to be forced backwards and to repeat again.

1 minute, 20 seconds left…

"Time to try something else!" Izuku drifted to a stop and sped straight forward. Nejire sent another shockwave at him in response. However, Izuku was ready this time. "Delaware Smash!" He threw a punch forward, sending a gust of wind that collided with Nejire's shot, nulling it!

The cyan-haired teen's eyes widened in shock before sending more waves at her opponent.

Izuku countered using Delaware Smash repeatedly to null the shockwaves at him as he was closing in quickly.

"Uh oh!" Nejire then put her hands on the ground, sending a powerful shockwave straight through the floor!

"...!" Izuku nearly didn't jump in time to dodge the tremor that would have sent him backwards. He turned upside down and his feet collided with the high ceiling before shooting himself back down using the momentum in his favor!

Nejire aimed her hands at Izuku and shot a strong wave at him! "18%! Delaware Smash!" Izuku increased his power output and shot another smash, in time colliding with Nejire's attack and nulling it!

The shockwave girl was surprised to see this as Izuku dived towards her at high speeds! "Gotcha-!" Izuku threw his hand at her once he was close enough in an attempt to grab her and pin her down.

However, Nejire moved away and let him past her before aiming her right hand at him. Izuku's eyes widened and quickly brought his arms up in an X shape and braced himself.

The boy was hit with a strong shockwave that sent him back again. He skipped on the ground a few times before crouching down and braking to a halt. "Dammit! So close…!" The slightly bruised Izuku cursed in frustration as he quickly stood back up.

"Miss me! Miss me! Now, you gotta kiss me!" Nejire taunted childishly.

Izuku was dumbfounded. "Uh, what?"

BOOM!

Next thing Deku knew was that he crashed hard against the wall and fell face first into the ground. He cried in pain as he felt like he was hit by a car.

55 seconds left…

"Ready to say uncle?" He heard her say in a cheerfully taunting manner. Izuku's hand turned into a fist as he got on one knee. A frown present in his face. "Okay… No more playing nice then!" He activated his Full Cowling again, taking it to 20% this time! Emerald bolts of lightning flared up around his body and his eyes gleamed with power.

"Now we're talking!" Nejire replied with a competitive smirk. Then she saw Izuku vanishing at blitzing speeds! "Huh!?" She then saw a green blur darting around the whole room, bouncing off the walls and even the ceiling.

Izuku took a page out of Gran Torino and used the enclosed space to his advantage, dashing at hardly perceptible speeds in order to confuse and overwhelm his opponent and then strike at the right moment.

"No good!" Nejire was having a hard time trying to follow the emerald teen with her eyesight and realized that she was a sitting duck if she remained there, so she used her energy waves to dash away from there. Turns out she made the right call in time as one second later and Izuku would have slammed her against the ground!

The Rabbit Faunus didn't relent as he swiftly jumped after her.

30 seconds left…

Nejire put more power on her shockwaves to increase her speed to match Deku's. She shot waves at him in an attempt to stop him, but Izuku used his Smashes to null them.

It all came down to a chase as two blurs blitzed around the room with Izuku getting closer and closer to his senpai, thus she was forced to use both of her hands and shot a large and powerful shockwave at him so fast that Izuku only had time to see it coming straight at him!

He was sent flying backwards at hard speeds and was about to crash against the wall…!

15 seconds left…

"I won't… give up…!" "Go beyond…!" He quickly twirled in mid-air and his feet collided first against the wall that cracked significantly upon impact.

"...!" Nejire reacted shocked at this.

"...Plus Ultra!" Izuku roared as he shot himself off the wall with great great force, using the kinect force and momentum of Nejire's shockwave as if he was a rubber ball!

Deku flew at Nejire through the air, reaching her in just a pair of seconds! However, the girl reacted quickly and raised her left hand ready to push him back again. Izuku had his right fist brought back ready to throw a Smash!

Both opponents threw their attacks at the same time and both clashed at a point-blank distance, causing a backlash that sent both Izuku and Nejire back!

Due to being so close to the wall at the other end of the room, Nejire was slammed against it with strong force, but nothing that would have seriously hurt her, it was still painful though. She fell on her hands and knees back on the ground. "Oooww… That hurt…" She groaned.

Izuku on the other hand used one of his hands and feet to brake. He fell to one of his knees as he tried to regain his breath, this challenge was certainly pushing him quite a bit and being hit with that backlash took quite the effort to tank.

10 seconds left!

Izuku looked forward and saw that he had a window of opportunity to win now that Nejire was briefly stunned. "Just a little more… I just need… a little… more… Power!" His heart was filled with determination to not give up until the bitter end! "One for All… 22%!" Glowing red vein-like marking manifested around his body as Izuku pushed his Quirk beyond 20% for the first time, letting his whole body strengthen and quickly adjusting to the new level of power surging through him.

Deku blitzed forward at full speed, causing a tailwind in his wake! "Don't stop now, Deku! Do it! Get close to her and nab the win!" No one noticed at the moment, but for a few brief seconds black bolts came out of Deku's hands.

Nejire saw him quickly approaching him and acted quickly. She raised her right hand and prepared to shoot him with another shockwave. The emerald teen was right in front of her and she was about to launch her attack at point blank…!

7 seconds left!

However, with a swift move of his left hand, he grabbed Nejire's wrist and moved it just in time to redirect the shot to the ceiling. "Oh no!" Nejire reacted in shock and panic, she was about to aim her left at the boy, but Izuku was faster. Quickly adjusting his position, he then grabbed her with both hands and with a roar performed his classic judo throw, slamming her against the floor and pinned her down!

Three seconds based by…

"I win." Izuku declared with a victorious smile, a second later a ring alarm came from Nejire's phone, indicating that time was up. A second later he wouldn't have made it.

"Awww! Lost again!" Nejire grumbled with a cutesy pout as Izuku got up from her.

The emerald-haired couldn't help but feel giddy. He was feeling the relief that just expelled from the inner depths of his lungs. He felt like he was glowing and grew a bit envious as this would have been perfect to have Ochako to help him float.

After all, he was riding on cloud nine.

He jumped ecstatically. "Woo-hoo! Yee-haw! I did it! I did it! I did it, yeah! Lo hice!" He began shaking his hips in a circular motion. "I'm at the top, yeah I lost a lot, but that's just how it goes~." He could feel his tail swinging like a happy dog receiving a treat as he talked melodically. "Check the score! If you lose one more, that's six to twenty-four~!"

Nejire remained visibly silent while watching Deku conduct his celebratory dance. She pleasantly smiled, watching him bask in the moment of victory, he had earned it, after all not every freshman can say they beat one of the Big 3 in a challenge. She was touched, but at the same time, surprised that she lost. She thought she had the upper hand as she thought that the boy was a novice. She was pleased with the results. He was like a younger Toogata. He and Amajiki would have loved to see this battle. There was great promise in the young Faunus.

"Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire~!" Izuku continued rapping as he was dancing with himself. "The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers~!"

"Um, Izuku?!" Nejire attempted to direct his attention to her. She loved his excitement. But, now it looked like he was showboating a little too much.

"You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work~. From 64th, and from 65th, WE'RE NOT FROM 63rd~!" The emerald boy harked to the heavens.

"Izuku!"

The emerald-haired's victory dance came to a sudden halt. He then turned to face Nejire in his stunned, embarrassed state. "Sorry!" He apologetically bowed. "I may get a bit teeny-weeny carried away when winning." He scratched the back of his head as teardrops manifested. He couldn't tell Nejire or the others about listening to death metal or drill music privately whenever he won battles.

Once regaining his composure, he walked over to Nejire where he helped the girl up. "All good?" he asked gently.

"Hmm-mmm!" Nejire nodded approvingly. "Great battle! A close shave by the way, mister!" She slapped his back in a congratulatory manner. "But a great battle nonetheless. My God, my little kouhai, I am impressed." She then slapped his back in a harsher manner. "It still doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want or boast to the others about this." She cracked her neck. "I am a member of the Big 3. I have a reputation, you know!"

"Say less." Izuku said, offering a rebuttal. "After all, this is an extracurricular activity."

Both Nejire and Izuku turned to the direction as they could hear All Might's voice in the distance.

"Yes, Inko! He is in good hands."

"Yes, Inko! I am watching him. I had my eye on him all day."

"No way am I gonna follow him in the showers or the restroom. That is too much!"

"No, I don't want my scrawny little ass handed to me. Trust me when I say he is okay."

"You have a great son, Inko! He's a wonderful lad. An awesome wonder. The boy makes mistakes like any other red-blooded human being. Or is he a humanoid now?!"

"I'll call you later. I promise you I'll call you. Okay! Okay! Yeah…you too! Bye!"

The former Symbol of Peace ran his finger through his hair. He was fortunate that the squash room even included a medicinal dispensary and they even had a nurse on staff. As he waited for his ibuprofen to kick him, he directed his attention to the kids. "Sorry Midoriya-shounen, Hadou-shoujo! Tending to business!"

The teens feigned coyness while they were laughing at All Might's misfortune with Izuku's mother. Knowing his mother, she delivered him strongly-worded promises about him.

"Sorry I missed your practice." He whistled as he observed the scuff marks, damaged walls, and quantities of sweat on the floor. "Seems to me it was a good one."

"Deku got me. Only by a fraction," commented Nejire gingerly while elbowing Deku's arm.

"She's a main contender. A force to be reckoned with," replied Izuku in a humble tone. "It pays not to mess with her. I can see how she got her moniker."

"Aww~ You're so deliciously sweet!" The cyan-haired senpai replied with open arms. "Come! You deserve a hug!"

Izuku raised his hand as he inched a step away. "After I take a shower." He apologetically bowed again. "For your own safety, Nejire-chan." "...And mine!" Nejire is known for her hyperactiveness and Deku doesn't want to find out how that is translated into the bed if she can use her Quirk for long periods of time before exhausting herself.

All Might looked at his watch to see how much was allotted for them to use the space. "We still have about an hour and a half leftover." He pointed at the door behind him. "You guys need to head to the squash room. It's basically a spa." He produced a cheeky grin. "They even have masseuses on stand-by!" He grew giddier. "I wanna see if I can get a seaweed wrap." He looked at the kids momentarily. "So…my lassies, you know where you can find me." He immediately rushed out of the practice room with shrieking excitement.

"Hmm! A massage." The emerald-haired teen pondered on that thought. "A massage wouldn't hurt, would it?" It was an amenity included with the use of Endeavor's practice room. The sixteen-year-old had seen and heard of people getting massages but never had one himself, professionally. There were friends and Recovery Girl who gave him neck rubs and shoulder rubs, nothing serious. Feeling the tightness along with the tenseness in his body, a massage was honestly needed. "I think I have what All Might is having," said the boy as he walked out of the practice area. He then turned around to face Nejire. "Coming?"

"Sure! Just give me a minute to enjoy the view. It isn't everyday that we can be in the #1 Pro Hero's gym," replied Nejire enthusiastically.

Her response gave him mixed feelings. He detected the vibes earlier in battle. Nejire was cute, adorable, somewhat idiotic, but she wasn't a fool. In the few months he had attended this school, he had never seen such promiscuous attire such as hers. His interactions with girls was becoming a simple formula ever since his transformation: boy plus sweat plus girl equals sex!

He was taking the prescribed juice provided by his nurse and he was taking every single precaution to keep his clothes in dry containers. Recovery Girl stated previously that she has spoken with Power Loader that they were designing an outfit that can contain his sweat without emitting a scent, basically just his regular Gamma Costume, just made of fibers that won't let his scent out of his body. Deku was thinking of making a few upgrades to his Hero outfit anyways, simply getting a slightly bigger one to accommodate for his increased height and muscle mass. She explained that they were going to be delayed due to the obvious change in management of the Support Department. Nevertheless, she told the boy to remain patient and vigilant.

Playing coy and playfully, he decided walking backward was the best method of action. At times, he felt he was in the plot of a cockamamie story in which a shounen hero becomes dull and helpless whenever he is surrounded by cute girls. He was reading the manga, Negima! the other day on the way to the onsen. Also, he read Aki Sora as well. The latter left him with mixed emotions of pity, helplessness, and indigestion. For much that he can lament being in the middle of a possible minefield of yanderes, so far he hasn't gotten it as bad as the main character of that manga, and hopefully it stays like that!

Enough time for Izuku to be in a bathrobe…let's say thirty minutes later!

It was something about a warm, freshly scented bathrobe that made the teen feel good. Izuku was in heaven. He barely entered the squash room doors and never lifted a finger. Enji had staff for basically anything: brushing his teeth, disrobing his clothes, washing his back, the works. He guessed that it was true that it pays to be the #1 Pro Hero. Despite their gracious offers, he declined. Despite the fact that there were male staff there to accommodate him if he didn't want women, he felt that he didn't need anyone to do the things that God gave fingers and toes for.

He stretched, creating an audible sigh as he relaxed in the massage chair. The masseuse-on-staff had a client before him, so he offered a vibrating massage chair to soothe his worries. It was exactly what the doctor ordered. The black metal group Mayhem was the music of choice as he relaxed in his chair. Chocolate tea was on the table stand beside him, hot fuzzy slippers for his aching toes, and cucumbers for the eyes. He nodded to himself. It made him think that despite the hellish ordeals he had encountered in the last couple weeks, it was moments like these that made it worth it. The path to become the strongest Hero and next Symbol of Peace is not at all an easy one, so these moments of relaxation are very appreciated.

While playing a track from Mayhem's Dawn of the Black Hearts album, his phone was ringing. His eyes widened when seeing the picture of Ochako on the screen, nearly causing him to drop the phone. Immediately, he answered the phone. "O-O-Ochako!" He sat up properly to create composure. The last thing he wanted her to know was that while she was sick with worry, he was lounging cozily and enjoying his afternoon. "Hey, sweetheart. It's…" He exhaled his breath. "Feels like forever we have spoken." He said, trying to sound as calm as he could.

"Yeah…it does! Feels like a forever ago, you know!" Izuku could hear the agonizing strain in her voice. How can he blame her? It has barely been a week and he has slept with half of the girls in 1-A. It was Ochako on Saturday, Tsuyu on Monday, Mina on Tuesday, and Momo earlier this morning. What's next: Kyouka tomorrow and then Tooru the day after?

"Yeah!" He replied with light laughter. He adjusted himself while scratching his underarms. "It's good to hear your voice. How have you been?"

"Okay!"

"Just okay?!" Playing Casanova wasn't one of his strongest qualities. Nevertheless, he was willing to do anything to keep the relationship strong. "C'mon, Ochako! What's on your mind? Talk to Papa!" Wow, that really came out as corny as hell!

She let out a forced laughter. "Playing Casanova isn't your strong suit. Stick to becoming a Hero."

"I would like to stick myself on you, my little teacup!" Yep, sweet talking is not his thing!

She giggled. "Easy, Rascal! When you're with me, I'll make the rules. Remember that, Papa!"

That alone solicited a laugh from the relaxed Faunus. "That's a mighty fine, Ochako! Just remember like any great leader in this world, rules are made to be broken." Okay, maybe he's not so terrible for quipping!

Ochako laughed, only this time, it was genuine. "Where are you anyway?"

"Endeavor's agency," he answered. He paused as a staff member offered him a hot towel, in which he politely declined.

"Endeavor's agency? Really!? Any particular reason?"

"A special mission orchestrated by Aizawa-sensei and All Might themselves," he replied to his woman. "They felt I needed some special training so they felt his agency was the place to be."

"Endeavor's agency! Wow! You're on your way, Deku," she responded sheepishly. "I smell recommendations~!"

"Direct the scent elsewhere," he retorted. "It might be the scent of my crap as Endeavor told me that he would be up in my butt like he was performing a colonoscopy."

"You have to give it to him though," she replied. "The fact he allowed you to use his gym sounds promising. You'll never know. Might get a spot after the Hero Course!"

"Right now, Ochako! With what I have encountered in the last few days, I'm lucky to just finish high school," he said with a light chuckle. "Some days, I kind of wish I was Quirkless."

"You're just saying that!"

"Yeah…okay!"

"So…did anyone accompany you to this special mission?"

He felt his stomach squirming. The moment of truth. "Actually…yes! It was me, All Might, Gran Torino, who's All Might's mentor…and Hadou-senpai!"

There was a momentary pause in the conversation. "Hadou-senpai?! Nejire-chan?!" She sounded really taken aback, but if she's somehow angry he has no idea.

"She came under great recommendation by All Might and Gran Torino," he replied, half-lying to Ochako. "They thought having Nejire-chan here could be a challenge. With Toogata-senpai temporarily out of commission, it was a chance to showcase my skills by partnering up with a senior."

"How did you do?"

"It was time to kick ass and chew gum. And I was certainly all out of gum," he answered pridefully.

"What?!" The round-faced teen sounded astounded. "The Big 3? Nejire-chan?! No way!?" She has seen what Nejire can do and she couldn't believe that her bun bun rabbit beat her!

"Way," he retorted. "A close battle. Very close but your man has returned victorious!"

"There will be a roasted pig and a party in your honor," she said cheekily. "I know there has to be some war wounds that need tending."

"Some TLC sounds nice." Especially if it was administered by Ochako. And if she wears a nurse outfit while doing it, he wouldn't mind!

"CrazySexyCool?"

"You're funny! You know what I mean."

"Then say it, Deku!"

The teen stammered, feeling flushed about uttering those words. "Time…love…care!"

"Much better! Because that is definitely what is owed to me, my little Bun Bun."

The boy blushed as he bashfully scratched his cheek when hearing his girlfriend calling him like that."I know!" Izuku was feeling secure about him and Ochako. If anything, it was paved as an icebreaker. "Listen, baby. I…I know there has been a stain between us for the last few days. It's an obvious elephant in the room. And I think that we need to talk about it."

A pregnant silence ensued. He could hear her breath pattern changing. This was as uneasy for her as it was for him. "You're there, baby?"

"Still on the phone, Izuku," she answered in a softer voice.

He exhaled as much as he could muster. It was now or never. "I know sorry is meaningless. It is! Even the phrase, 'it won't happen again' is also meaningless. Baby, you don't know how much of an internal struggle rages inside of me. It pains me that we're even talking about this."

She didn't respond. The only evidence was her labored breathing.

"I…I…I'm lost for words. Just being honest! It feels foolish of me that I am telling you this, baby," he said solemnly. "It took a lot of guts to be straightforward about confessing that I've slept with your best friend and Mina." He wasn't exactly ready to confess this morning's rendezvous with Momo. That alone would serve as a matter of time when she saw the Claiming Mark.

"I think it is important that we need to have a further talk about this. It is an instinct I can't control, sweetheart," he said to her. "It's like a sickness."

"Izuku!" She broke the silence. "You don't have to explain further. I know you can't help it. I know you have an instinct that is uncontrollable. You're an unknown Alpha Faunus. Of course you wouldn't be used to your animal side yet after barely just a month like that!"

"It still doesn't feel good. How can I call you my lady if I am sleeping with other girls, let alone the ones you see daily?" He shook his head.

"This is new to me as it is to you," she said calmly. "I don't place any blame on you."

"You should!"

"I don't and I won't."

"Ochako!"

"Baby, just calm down and relax," she said in a comforting voice. "I know you're mine. I am yours! You belong to me and I belong to you. We will figure this out. Don't think that I am planning to leave you. I won't. No way in hell would I leave my little Bun Bun!"

Izuku remained quiet for a moment as his heart leapt of the sincerity coming from Ochako's voice. "Ochako, I… Thank you, thank you so much. I really don't deserve you!" He said feeling moved. His right hand on his chest.

"Izuku Midoriya! The masseuse is ready for you!"

It was time to conclude the phone call. "Sunday, Ochako! I'm off punishment on Sunday! Let's go somewhere. Just the two of us. Whatever, whenever, wherever, you name it! I'll make it up to you with the second best date you ask me for!" He declared with a determined smile.

"I'll be waiting for you, my little Bun Bun!"

"And the same, my little teacup. I love you!"

"Ditto!"

"Ditto?!" Izuku asked surprisingly.

"That is how we can distinguish ourselves from everyone else."

"Okay," he said sharply.

"I love you, Izuku!"

"I love-" He stammered briefly. "Ditto, my little teacup. Bye-bye!"

"Bye, Izu-bun!"

Izuku then hung up, feeling like a million ton weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It's honestly a miracle that Ochako wasn't mad at him, he's gotta be the only guy on Earth or Remnant that was forgiven for something like he did. Granted, Ochako was right. He's not used to his animalistic side and thus doesn't have a full grip on his instinct unlike other Faunus, so him losing control is something that is bound to happen at times, it's not his fault that he can't control it.

Still, he must make it up to his beloved Teacup and give her the good time a princess like her deserves!

Feeling happy and invigorated he stood up and went to receive his massage.

Meanwhile at Class 1-A's girls' HQ.

Ochako closed her phone once she was finished talking with her darling rabbit boy. Wanting to take a break from reading Team RWBY's files along with her friends, she thought of checking up on Izuku. He hasn't seen him all day, but got a text from him earlier in the morning.

The other girls diverted their attention to look at their leader talking with Izuku over the phone. Mei stood on a corner eating snacks and watching Inside Job on her tablet wearing headphones and ignoring what the girls were doing. She didn't know why they were so fixated on knowing stuff from Beacon Academy, but she won't butt in. Their deal, not hers.

Mei paused her video when she saw that she was getting a phone call. She paused when seeing it was something important that she didn't need the others to gather insight. "Hey, girls! I am gonna step out for a minute and get some fresh air."

The girls were too focused to hear or care about Hatsume's request. It suited her as she grabbed her keys, her nicotine gum, and a file folder before exiting the darkroom.

Ochako and the others became alarmed when she mentioned Nejire. Tsuyu flinched and sweated when the others glared at her coldly. It was a little hard for the others to get the full context of the conversation as Ochako didn't put her phone on speaker.

Then Ochako's tone changed to a calm and soothing one and from what she said, it was clear that Izuku was apologizing for 'cheating' on her. Tsuyu, Mina and Momo felt guilty as it wasn't his fault as Ochako said, it was theirs. Izuku is such a pure and earnest soul for him to take responsibility for something he couldn't control. Honestly it was a good thing Ochako didn't beat any of them to a pulp yet.

Tooru couldn't help but gush a little when Ochako called Izuku 'Bun Bun', but Kyouka shushed her. The girls smiled as it seemed that the conversation ended on good terms and things were good between her and the emerald rabbit. That was good, their friend deserves some happiness after the hellish week she had so far, and Izuku in particular deserves it as well. It also helps that if she is happy, then the gravity girl will be less pissed.

"You had a plan, you said, 'This time there won't be any unaccounted loose ends,' you said!" Ochako barked at the frog girl.

"Oh, gimme a break, Ochako! Ribbit, how the heck was I supposed to know that Nejire would be accompanying Izuku today on an assignment?!" She retorted.

"You jinxed it!"

"I always knew associating with Hadou-senpai was a bad idea!" Mina snarled. The others were also very displeased with this.

"Oh come the fuck up, you guys! You can't seriously blame me for this!"

"Oh can't we? Because every time you made a plan, something bad always happened!" Mina reclaimed her.

"Ochako-chan's right. You're like Jinx of both Teen Titans and Arcane! Your plans bring bad luck!" Tooru threw an accusatory finger at her.

"Wow… That was below the belt, Tooru." Tsuyu shook her head in disapproval.

"That's it! All those in favor of not having Tsuyu making plans ever again, say aye!" Kyouka raised her hand.

"Aye!" The others raised their hands up.

"Motion passed!" Said the invisible moe.

"Hey, no fair!" Tsuyu interjected with distaste. "Leaders make mistakes. Not all things go according to plan. I am not gonna stand here and act like we didn't do anything disgracing to cause trouble. Am I right, Mina? Am I right, Ochako?!"

"That was then, this is now," interjected Mina. "And besides, Ochako's the de facto now, so what she says goes! And so far nothing bad has happened under her watch, I wonder why!"

A loud audible, yet annoying sound came from the vice president's mouth. She turned around from the computer monitor and looked at the girls. "We're not doing this again. How are we supposed to prepare for our real opposition if you all are busy backdooring each other."

"Backdooring?" Tooru asked inquisitively with a raised eyebrow.

"Excuse me. I took a little time looking at videos on American pop culture," she said. "In other words, how can we get ready for war if we're busy stabbing each other in the back. It's ridiculous." She glared at the girls. "The more we fight with each other, the more opportunities we are giving those fashion models with Izuku. We need to have a sound mind with this. We are aware of what he is capable of. We're going to have an interference or two."

The girls took notice of each other before displaying somewhat sullen faces.

"A house divided cannot stand. There is too much tension in the room." She rolled her chair to where the girls were located. "While you all were busy fiddling with each other's clits, you should be wondering what is going on with Deku." She grabbed her tablet and clicked on a video file. "I tried grabbing your attention earlier but you're busy hoping and praying something happened to the Beacon girls that I was looking at on the ctOS file." She clicked on the file and pressed play. "This is a video of Izuku and Hadou-senpai earlier in the practice room of Endeavor's hero agency." She handed her tablet to Ochako as she rolled her chair back to her desk.

The girls gathered around Ochako as they watched the one-on-one fight between Izuku and Nejire. All at once, they all hissed.

"Oohh~ A torpedo dive," said Tooru. "Hadou-senpai to a tee."

"Check the moves on Deku. He is slow to start but he is matching her speed, ribbit," said Tsuyu.

"Pow! Nejire-chan is serious. Amazing that Deku can keep up with her," said Kyouka, looking amazed.

Ochako was speechless, inaudible as she was watching in awe of Deku's battle with Nejire. She admitted that he looked sloppy at first, but he was finding his warmth in the water. She was cheering him on as if this was a live boxing match.

"Not gonna lie. This is some pay-per-view stuff right here," said Mina.

"You can watch from a screen. What I really want is a front row seat," said Kyouka.

"No one's going to point out how scantily worn Hadou-senpai is?" Momo deadpanned.

"It has to be for agility!" Tooru said.

"Hmm, sounds like something that Nejire would say, so yeah it checks out, ribbit." Tsuyu replied un-surprised. "And besides, Nejire just wanted to see Deku in action. That's the only way I can think of why she was chosen to fight him."

"Speaking of fighting, why were they fighting?" asked Kyouka.

"Izuku was sent on a special assignment by Aizawa-sensei to go to Endeavor's agency," answered Ochako.

"Endeavor?!" The girls harked at the same time.

"Yeah," answered Ochako. "According to him, All Might and Gran Torino took him and Nejire-chan to his agency. He also said that Nejire came under great recommendation." She side-eyed Tsuyu. "Still a bit of a coincidence though! Just a bit!"

"Endeavor, huh," retorted Mina. "Sounds like a certain vice president is barking up the wrong tree now, is she?"

"Please shut the hell up, Ashido," replied Momo, looking utterly annoyed.

"Why would he go there and not at our gym? We have the basics," said Tooru.

"Hence the word, special, cutie," replied Kyouka. "If he is there and fighting one of the Big 3, then something is in the water."

"You think?" asked Mina.

"C'mon, Mina," interjected Kyouka. "Spending time with Recovery Girl, missing classes, special treatment with Sensei and All Might. Something is up if it must involve Deku for some reason."

"Besides, it's strange that he went there just to train when back at the campus we have the same sort of installation to accommodate a spar such as this. I agree with Kyouka, something's definitely amidst here." Momo agreed with her best friend as she cupped her chin.

"What can it be?" Tooru asked the girls.

"Perhaps he is under observation due to his unique condition. You know, gathering data on him to better understand his situation." Momo speculated. "Although, even if that would make sense, I still have the feeling there is something else at play here."

"Whatever it is, it has to be serious," replied Tsuyu in a deeper tone of voice. "Out of all of the hero agencies here, it's Endeavor's! The number one Pro Hero in all of Japan."

"Is there a way we can see what he is up to? Endeavor, that is!" Ochako asked, giving the girls a serious stare.

Momo lowered her eyes. "That kind of data is highly classified and highly risky. Like Hatsume said, keep it simple and remain observant. It is good enough that we are hacking the security footage from the agency."

"Agreed. Doing that is a suicide mission," responded Tsuyu. "For now, let's focus back on this video."

"Hear hear! I wanted to keep looking at Deku being a badass, anyways." Kyouka nodded in agreement.

The girls looked back on the sparring match. "Hmm, doesn't this thing have audio or something?" Mina complained.

"Yes, just a sec…" Momo took the tablet and pressed some buttons.

"Miss me! Miss me! Now, you gotta kiss me!"

"Wait, what the heck she just said!?" An infuriated Ochako shouted as she and the others looked at the video. A second later, they saw Deku being slammed against a wall and they hissed at it.

"Oof! That's gonna leave a mark." Mina commented.

A couple of minutes later…

The match ended with Izuku judo-throwing Nejire and pinning her down, thus claiming victory over her.

"Wow, that was quick. It felt longer." Kyouka commented.

"Must be anime logic." Tooru replied.

"What?"

"What?

The girls then saw Deku dancing in victory and singing lyrics of a rap song. "Aww! Look he's dancing, how cute!" Mina gushed. Tooru nodded in agreement enthusiastically.

"And he seems to listen to hip hop. Would have never saw that coming." Kyouka commented. Maybe she could do something heavy metal-rap fusion for the song she's writing for the emerald teen? "Nah. But maybe!"

"While it's obvious that Nejire clearly held back, it's very impressive that Izuku could match and beat her in a spar, ribbit." Tsuyu said to Ochako, both knowing what the shockwave girl is capable of.

"Yeah. He's certainly getting stronger and stronger." Ochako nodded in agreement. Her inner thighs rubbed each other as it was very hot seeing her man in action and being determined to not give up. And that little dance of his was just utterly adorkable. She wouldn't be surprised if the others were at least a bit turned on by such impressive feats from the emerald rabbit.

The video ended as the screen faded to black. "Aww. It's over already," said Tooru disappointingly. "I wanna see some more."

"Not anytime today," said Momo as she returned back to the group. "We're nearly approaching the fourth hour and no way do I need Interpol to raid this storefront." She took the tablet and plugged it into a charger before logging off of the software.

"You're serious about this breach, aren't you?" asked Mina.

"Tokoyami-kun swears by it and so does Mei," answered Momo. "I wouldn't label Fumikage a liar and judging the fight he had between him, Tenya, and Shouto, he means business."

The alien teen crossed her legs. "So, what now? Have a Girl's Night Out?!"

Tooru touched her cheek. "It has been a while since we have one. That would be sweet!"

"Someone go and bring popcorn. I have a Rush mixtape and brought some of my funky fingernail polish," said Kyouka.

Ochako stood up, in contrast to the others' excitement. "Actually, I'm gonna call it the night, guys." She stretched her body and arched her back. "Dealing with Izuku and Blake and Nejire and everything else is stressing me out."

"C'mon," cried Mina. "It's barely after seven!"

Tsuyu stood up and stood next to her. "Agreed! Let's do a rain check on this. We've spent all day here and plus, some of us are still grounded."

Tooru nervously laughed as she hit her head with her fist. "Sorry, forgot!"

"I also agree. We need to rest after all of this roller coaster of emotions. Let's resume the investigation tomorrow. I took the liberty of making a copy of the Exchange Program to avoid the risk of making a breach. I'll send each of you a copy later." Momo announced.

"Good. Thanks, Momo." Ochako nodded in gratitude.

Tsuyu touched Ochako's shoulder. "There's a sandwich shop nearby where we can go and grab dinner, ribbit." She then grabbed Mina to accompany them. "You, too, Ashido." She and the pink-skinned girl have to do a lot to make up for Ochako.

"Fine~!" Mina stood up to join Tsuyu and Ochako as they were heading out of the building. It wasn't long when Tooru and Kyouka gathered their belongings as they planned to head out as well.

"I just hope that nothing happens with Izuku and Nejire back there. But if it does I'll have a serious talk with Senpai about crossing lines." She wanted to pray that this time Deku wouldn't be tangled up in a sex mess, again, but at this point it would be surprising due to his weakness with pretty girls and how relentless her senpai can be.

As Kyouka holstered her guitar and her backpack, she saw that Momo wasn't doing anything to show her departure. "Hey, Moes, planning to burn the midnight oil?"

Momo showed a smile. "Yeah, a little. Nezu has me joining another planning committee. I am constructing a budget to prepare the expense account whenever they arrive on the first day. Nezu wants to have a little gala to welcome the group."

Kyouka leaned against the door as she was giggling. "Be sure to add something that is tasteless and scentless if you know what I mean." She winked at the vice president.

"Go home, Jirou! I'll call you later!" Momo shook her head as she turned her focus back on the computer. She remained still, wanting absolute certainty that everyone left the storefront.

Yaoyorozu was grateful that Hatsume needed to go back to her dorm to gather some more things for her makeshift home. By chance, some of her colleagues from the Support Department wanted to have dinner, leaving Momo alone for a few hours.

She reached for her cell phone. It had an unanswered text message. She grabbed the phone and saw who she expected it to be.

Shouto: "Hey, you! Wanted to tell you I really enjoyed myself the other night. Thank you for spending time with me."

It brought Momo great disdain that she was allowing herself to be in this position. Earlier this morning, she and Izuku had sex on her bed. The night before, she and Shouto had sex. She was conflicted, stuck in the wedge between two guys she sincerely cared for. Which is not helped with all other issues going on in her life, which reminds her that she must come clean with Ochako, preferably after her punching bag arrives tomorrow night at the latest, when she's in good spirits, somewhere public with cameras and witnesses. And then she'll buy her whatever she wants!

Momo: I had fun as well, Shouto. It was a blast. By the way, I am free at the storefront for a few hours. Do you care if you keep me company? Don't worry about Aizawa, I can put a word in for you with Nezu-san to make you part of the planning committee.

The queasiness in her gut was unsettling. She had felt that the entire day. Despite taking her medicine for her upset stomach and her morning after pills, she knew this was more psychological.

Her cell phone ping with a text. It was from Shouto.

Shouto: That's fine! I wasn't doing anything anyway. Just lounging with Bakugou and the others in the common area anyway.

She texted Mei to warn her whenever she was a few minutes near the storefront. She produced a lie that she was talking with her mother's construction company as they were discussing private affairs. Knowing that was out of the way, her thoughts returned back to Shouto.

Momo: Cool! See ya then. And Shouto, bring condoms!

Yaoyorozu placed the phone back on the desk. Opting not to do the report, she browsed online to Amazon where she placed an order to purchase two books: The Big Lie: Schnee Dust Company and the Unethical Treatment of Faunuses and the first issue of Love Ninja. After reading the summary and reviews of the latter, it piqued her interest.

"Forgive me, Shouto! Sorry, Izuku!" She said with lamentations. It was a confusing time for the teen, perilous as it was not only with herself but with the hearts of two innocent boys.


As Izuku walked towards the massage room, he saw the #2 Pro Hero, Hawks, walking down the corridor ahead. The boy assumed he was the guy before him. He could only guess that the workload top Pro Heroes must have these days, seeing the Winged Hero walking out of a massaging room is not surprising.

The winged hero rubbed his tense shoulders, still feeling a little sore. "He just didn't have the Midas touch that's for sure," he said to himself. "When I say go deep, go deep! Don't be afraid! I am very comfortable with myself." He whistled loudly as he cracked his neck. "Man do I love it when Midnight does this part-time. I come in stiff as a board and come out light as a feather. Speaking of the minx, I may need to call her for a house ca-" He halted as he saw the emerald teen walking towards him. He closed his mouth as it was inappropriate to explain such sensual matters in front of a minor. He told himself that he needed to learn to keep his thoughts internally. He nodded at the young lad before walking out of sight.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that…" Izuku, of course, did hear him from afar thanks to his enhanced hearing, but feigned ignorance. "But then again, is it that surprising hearing implications of Midnight-sensei dabbling in secret casual sex meetings with other Heroes?" As much as he would have liked to have a more respectful image of one of his teachers, he's not densely naive to not have heard the rumors and knowing the R-rated Heroine, it wouldn't be that surprising if those were true.

When walking past Hawks, any other day he would have gone fanboy mode and asked for an autograph as the winged Hero is known to be a cool and friendly guy. But right now, he was feeling awkward with what he just heard and judging from Hawks's mild stiff expression, it was awkward too.

The emerald teen walked into the massaging room, ready to receive some soothing relaxation and ease away all the stress and tension in his body.

A few moments later…

The door led into a hallway. It was dim-lighting on every corner of the walls. The walls were burgundy and the carpet was a fuzzy orange. It was the kind of shag carpeting that reminded Izuku of 1970s America when people were fascinated with afros, blaxploitation films, Charlie's Angels, anti-shaving, pornography, and groupie love. Either Endeavor was a fan of yesteryear or was a crummy, cheapskate decorator.

"Woo!" The emerald-haired teen waved his hands furiously of the pungent odor. "These incense are funky as Mineta's laundry on his best day." For his more sensitive nose, the smell of lotions and incense was excessive, provoking a slight dizziness. Luckily for him, he simply had to focus enough and be careful to not breathe too deeply to dull down his sense of smell and stop the sensation so it would be bearable to breathe in here.

While humming the theme song of Charlie's Angels, he found the room he was looking for. Grabbing the knob, he twisted it and entered the room. Upon entering, he was met with an astounded surprise.

"Holy Esdeath!" The emerald bunny's mouth was agape upon seeing the presentation of the massage room. Even with the dim lighting, the room was huge. It looked more like a guest suite in an Italian resort or an Egyptian palace for a young crowned prince. He always thought massage beds were similar to twin-sized mattresses. He didn't think a king-sized massage bed was necessary. In his mind, he concluded that it may be a room reserved for couples massages.

It was beginning to make sense if Hawks was reminiscing about his Art History teacher. Somewhere in Musutafu, there was a health clinic that had a room dedicated in her honor. Taking his thoughts off the members of Nemuri Kayama's fan club, he walked over to find the restroom. The staff told him that all guests and members must disrobe for the massage. He wasn't concerned nor discouraged their request but still felt weird that he, too, must disrobe despite being a minor. He made a silent prayer that Nejire's masseuse was a girl.

As for the bathroom, Izuku was lost for words. Not only did it have a large standing shower, there was a bath big enough for a football team, and a jacuzzi. Everything was in marble and handcrafted tiles. He wasn't questioning Endeavor's status as the #1 Pro Hero but how could he afford this. He remembered the days when Shouto asked him for lunch money. If Endeavor was dipping in some taxpayers' funds, then the dipper kept on dipping.

Nevertheless, that shouldn't be his concern either. He dropped his robe to the ground, picked it up and folded it neatly on the sink counter. The naked teen was exposed to the world once again.

"Welcome!"

The unexpected voice startled Izuku. He looked around the room but didn't see anybody.

"Relax! I'm speaking to you from the intercom!"

"Oh!" The teen was relieved. "I thought it was my conscience speaking to me. It has been awhile since my last confession."

It was met with a laughing response. Judging by the voice, which sounded a little distorted, it was certainly a man.

"No priests here thankfully! No need for the feds to surround this place."

"Nonsense! If anything, they will get transferred. A slap on the wrist and a new boy on their ass," replied Izuku, getting more and more into the habit of quipping from his mentor. "But seriously! Pedophilia is wrong!"

"You're funny! Please go to the massage bed. I will be there shortly. Oh, by the way, any music request? And sorry, no Chicago drill music in here. Want you to relax and not drop any bodies."

The emerald teen laughed. "So you have jokes!? Didn't realize I have a stalker!"

"You were across the hall from us. I think the entire world knows you're not from 63rd."

The emerald-haired teen covered his face to hide the sudden embarrassment of earlier. "I am just going to lie down on the bed now." "Note to self: tone it down on the victory dances!"

"Lie down on your stomach. I am tidying up and am on the way. Since you didn't answer my question on music, I will put on trance music. If that is okay with you!"

"Hai!" Izuku gave the person on the intercom a thumbs up to confirm his request. The moment that his knees planted onto the soft, cushy bed, he felt gelatinized. "Oh yeah! I am so having this when I become a Pro Hero!" Becoming a Hero and Symbol of Peace is his ultimate goal, but there was nothing wrong ripping for perks with the title and position on the world.

Izuku shifted his head to the door that led to the exit. From his peripheral vision, he saw a black eye mask. He grabbed the item and attached to the mask was a note. "For the ultimate experience," he read aloud, "put this on." He honestly didn't know massage etiquette, judging from what he had read in mangas, magazines, or watching television with his mother. For the sake of the experience, he put on the mask. Darkness enveloped the teen as his vision was temporarily blinded. His hearing and his touch grew stronger by the senses, he maintained focus on lessening his smell as even if it was water down, he could still smell the puget scents in here.

The moment he placed his head back on the pillow, he heard a knock at the door. "Knock, knock," said the masseuse. "Is it okay for me to enter?"

"Of course!" Izuku said to the masseuse while turning his head away from the door. The door was no longer ajar as the masseuse entered inside of the room. Closing the door and securing the locks, Izuku could hear him approaching the counter with the cabinet tops. "Izuku Midoriya?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Great! My name is Erijen! But you can call me Eri for short!" The voice of this massager was… oddly a little high pitched, Izuku could tell even with music sounding in the background. His voice sounds more like a child trying to pose as an adult. But that can't be right, why would a kid playing adult be here?

"Eri, huh? What is the name of origin? Oh! I have a kouhai named just like that, she's like a little sister to me." Izuku started a conversation.

"Aww! Really? That's so cute!" The massager squealed like a girl, Izuku heard a slapping noise immediately after. Did Erijen cover his mouth? "Er… Ahem! That's nice to hear, sir! I bet she must really be a nice girl." He tried to speak with a deeper voice, but there wasn't much difference. "It's Indonesian, by the way!"

"Yeah, she is." The emerald-haired Faunus replied, he felt weirded out by this. "Okay, I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but I have to ask: What's with your voice? You sound… kinda girly." Izuku asked his massager.

"O-oh! Ahh… Well, you see, sir… A while back, me and some of my friends here were… goofing around with a helix tank and a pack of globes! Yep, so now we all sound like squirrels for a while! Sorry if it disturbed you, sir." The massager explained quickly, there was nervousness in his tone.

"Is that so…?" Izuku wasn't fully convinced, he had the feeling something else was going on. Izuku attempted to sit one the bed and remove the blindfold from his eyes.

"Wait, sir! Please don't leave!" The massager pleaded with him. "It's my first day working here and I don't want my boss to find out that I messed up with a client for fooling around like a kid! Just please stay lying down and lemme do the rest, and if the problem is my voice, I'll be as quiet as a mouse!" He pleaded further.

"Hmm…" Izuku thought for a few seconds. Erijen sounded sincere and he wouldn't want to cause troubles to someone trying to make a good first impression. "Well,if you say so…" Izuku laid down flat on the bed again.

"Thank you, sir! You won't regret this!" The massager thanked him happily. "Oh uh, sorry, I'll be quiet now." After that Izuku didn't hear him talk, but he could hear his breathing and a few coming closer to him.

The masseuse stepped into the bed. He crawled into it and got beside Izuku. "Don't be alarmed when I place the warm towel on your rear end."

The teen didn't reply, just nodded as confirmation.

The masseuse delicately placed the towel on his butt. Izuku heard the pumping sounds of lotion coming from the bottle. The sound of hands rubbing together made its presence known before he felt his smooth hands to his shoulder. The soft-voiced gentleman pressed his hands on both ends, kneading it. "You have lots of knots here. You're very tense in this region, sir."

Izuku didn't immediately answer. Even if he could, the delicate and nimble hands of the masseuse distracted him from responding. If this guy was the same one used by Hawks, then Hawks must have an exterior of a brick wall. Strangely enough, his hands felt a little… small? But they were doing the job incredibly well, so how could Izuku complain?

"Comfortable?" asked the masseuse as he applied his knuckles onto his shoulders. Izuku's heels went upward, feeling the energy that transcended from the top to the bottom. "Understand that it is important to take mineral baths or apply warm compresses often. Tenseness brings stiffness."

"Yeah…well, I didn't think one was needed. My school nurse tended to my injuries after battles," he said in a falsetto voice. The gentleman had magic fingers and he had yet touched the other areas, but he was feeling like he was already in heaven.

"Nurses heal, masseuses relax. There is a difference!" The man continued from the shoulders to his neck. "So…you want to be a Pro Hero?" He applied more lotion to the skin, squeezing it gently.

"Yes, sir," he answered meekly. Not stating the obvious but he wouldn't be at this agency for nothing. "It has been my dream to become a world-famous hero like my idol, All Might!"

"Uh, yes! All Might!" The masseuse clapped his tiny hands. "He is so, so awesome! He is practically Superman out here in these parts."

"Greater than Superman! I must be his #1 fan! I have clothes, merchandise, notebooks after notebooks of my idol of his accomplishments. Accomplishments that are my dreams. I might come off as a little obsessed, but All Might is the sort of man I'm trying to become, so it can't be helped."

"Sounds like an idol to adore."

"He is my idol…and he is also my mentor!" He sighed heavily. "Mom always tells me to never boast or brag about something others wish they can have."

"Aww~ You're sweet! I can hear it in your voice. I bet you're humble."

"Thanks! People say that about me often."

Erijen trailed his way to his back. "Now this lotion is quite strong but it will loosen you. Has a strong peppermint flavor."

"I'm in your care," responded Izuku.

"Glad to be of service," said Erijen. The feminine-sounding gentleman rubbed his hands, with Izuku registering the slicker sounds of the lotion being applied to his lower back. Upon contact, he hissed. "Oooh~! Found the sore spot!"

"Yeah!" He mustered to say.

"Let N..Eri take care of you!"

"Eh…?" Izuku uttered in confusion, however the massager's magic hand kept doing their job, making him not think much about it.

"Are you feeling good, Izuku?"

"It does! You're good, very good! Not bad for your first day," He responded. He was enjoying his first massage. He had never thought that massages would feel this good, citing the comments he got from his father during his trips to Vietnam, Thailand, or the Philippines. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his massager was very amazing at this and Izuku's sensitive skin. "How did you get well at this?"

"I practiced in India - home of the massages. At least to me, it is," he answered. With his thumbs, he tenderly pressed at his lower back where it bordered with his butt. Upon doing that, a tiny moan escaped from Izuku's lips.

"What in Heaven's Gate did I do?!" There was a brief, awkward pause.

"Oh, dear," said Erijen in a surprising manner. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stimulate you."

"No, you didn't," he immediately retorted. "Just caught me by surprise is all!"

"Relax. This is an intimate session. No reason to be ashamed or embarrassed."

"I know you're a man but your hands and voice screams woman." The emerald-haired teen defensively thought. "Something is off…way off!"

"Relax, Izuku," replied Erijen in an assuring manner. "Your body had a natural reaction, is all. Your vision blockading creates stronger senses, making your body a little sensitive. Nothing to worry about."

To not have an awkward silence, Izuku picked up where he left off. "You were telling me that India was where you acquired your skills."

Erijen confirmed his question. "Why yes? India taught me plenty of things. Did you know that was where the Kama Sutra was made?"

It was met with a cough. "You don't say?"

As he delved into his center, he told the teen that he learned about massage in his travels. It was there he began self-studying through philosophy and human anatomy. "The book itself was written as a guide to the art of living well, the nature of love, finding a life partner, maintaining one's love life, and other aspects pertaining to pleasure-oriented faculties of human life."

"I wouldn't have a clue, Eri," said Izuku.

"Not at your age, dear," he said. "A bit too early." He pressed his hand around his ribcage. "Are you feeling less tense?" he asked in a husky voice.

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"I'm glad," retorted Erijen. "Perhaps when you become a third year, you can get into those books."

"I think my manga can provide enough of a vivid imagination," he answered with a nervous chuckle. "I think some things in life aren't meant to be explored. The 'Kama Sutra' being one of them." The emerald Faunus was aware of ero-manga, hentai, and pornography readily available by the click of a button. He admittedly had viewed images and videos that explored the sexuality of the opposite sex. However, he wasn't the type that indulged. He didn't keep any porn magazines under his bed and he didn't have any erotica saved in his harddrive on his laptop either, like a certain pair of perverts he knows. His image of women is bestowed on beauty, viewing as they are and not fetishizing them. However, he was human and arousing thoughts occurred. Since being a Faunus, those thoughts have grown stronger and he had already exercised those thoughts on four different girls. Nevertheless, he was a sexually active teenager, but he wasn't a pervert. He knows when to stop, or at least he tries.

"If you're thinking sex, then think again, pervert!" Erijen slapped his ass.

"Eek~!"

"Sorry! Sorry, got caught in the moment," replied Erijen apologetically.

Izuku was growing more uncomfortable with the session. He wasn't sure how deep he was into the 45-minute session but was ready to call it quits. It was time for a diversion.

"Eri, sorry to interrupt this session but I need to use the restroom," he said, being polite as much as he could.

The masseuse accidentally slapped his ass, mostly out of instinct. "Aww~! I was this close to soothing your sweet center."

Izuku yelped again. "It's best kept in the restroom. I'll leave it at that," he replied.

"As you wish! Let me step out and let me know when you're ready." Erijen stated to him. Izuku waited until he was sure that the awkward, somewhat creepy man left the room. When hearing the door close, Izuku immediately pulled off the eye mask. He sat up and jumped out of bed. He then rushed into the bathroom and closed the door, securing the locks.

The kid wanted to hyperventilate but didn't want to cause concern. The last time he had felt this kind of cringe was when witnessing his mother and mentor walking out of the movie theater where Fifty Shades of Grey was showing (For the sake of his innocence and sanity, he didn't want to ask either of them what happened).

Just when he thought one of the worst things that could happen to him was being molested by girls wanting to get his dick, but at this point he should have already learned that there can always be something worse! At least being molested by Tsuyu or Mina wasn't painfully awkward or cringe.

"Session over!" The teen rushed to the sink counter to find his robe and head out of there. He produced an excuse if he were to ask. "I have a gout flare-up! Ate a lot of shrimp and raw oysters!" The specifics shouldn't matter and in his defense, he technically wasn't lying about that last one.

When seeing the counter, his robe was absent. He covered his mouth concerningly which transitioned into fear. He picked up a scent. A womanly musk. A musk he recognized.

"No! No! NO! Not again!" Izuku wasn't going to question the robe's whereabouts or the person responsible for taking the robe. The formula was taking effect - another woman was amidst! His instincts were telling him and thus flight mode was kicking in!

"Erijen…Erijen…Eri…E…ri…je…n…Ne…ji…re!" Somewhere in his mind was the sound of a jackass naying at him. He should have known something was fishy about the masseuse. Initially, he concluded being the awkward mannerisms of a quirky man. Now, the tell-tale signs were revealing as he was subjecting to another teen vying for his affection. "I am no different than a beta shounen. I am literally walking into traps without thinking." He was exposed, allowing his weakness to take precedence once again. It continued weighing on him on how he could be an unknown Alpha Faunus and be such a beta when knowing when he was being set-up by a woman. "I'm starting to believe that women are my kryptonite or something like that. This just keeps happening!" He's always been aware that girls have always been a weak point of his, only now he is learning to what extent. Just like Kryptonians exposed to kryptonite, Izuku becomes weak in the face of a woman scheming to get her way with him.

Izuku wasn't going to get upset. By now, the teen should have been aware of the same formula presented to him each and every time: boy plus sweat plus girl equals sex! He tried to be careful this time, but it seems it wasn't enough.

Izuku took a deep breath and prepared himself to run as fast as he can, maybe if he uses OFA so people won't see him naked dashing to where he put his stuff. Once that is done all he needs is to get to All Might and he'd be home free. He won't be cucking Ochako a fourth time in the same week!

There were two doors, a hallway, and then freedom.

"Okay, Deku, one the count of three, you'll be running the heck out of dodge as fast as you can!" Izuku grabbed the doorknob. "1… 2…stop!" Izuku feared that the moment he walked out of the door, Nejire would be there to subdue him. "Nejire-chan was quick on her feet during the battle earlier. Even at my best, I feel that she was being easy on me. If she went out of her way to prove to me her love, then I know she would turn this building into ground zero along with one or two more buildings!" Nejire's Quirk could literally bring down the house. Also, thanks to the incident involving Mina, it was important to never run away from a lovestruck woman. It only excited them, it would literally empower them.

Izuku bit his thumb as he looked around the bathroom, looking frantically for an alternative way to get out.

"You're smarter than this, man! You're in the top 10 of your class. You can't break a sweat! You must not break a sweat!"

'...I'm like a ninja, duh!'

"...!" The Faunus' ears twitched. As if a bird was whispering in his ear. A very inconvenient moment for Izuku's memories of Blake to come up. But then again, it was just like that fateful day in the woods with the cat Faunus, being cornered by a girl chasing him, just in extremely different circumstances.

"My God, I can't believe I am thinking this. When I was running away from Blake, how did she…" He paused when hearing the sound of the air conditioning going. "Peculiar, why would they run the air conditioning if it is cold out…?"

'...I'm like a ninja, duh!'

"I'm like a ninja," he said to himself. "I'm like a ninja! I'm like a ninja!" He produced a mighty smile. "That's it! When Blake couldn't catch up with me, she gathered more ground out of sight…like a ninja!" He felt his tail swinging happily. "The air vents!"

"Time to be an impostor and vent out!" The boy smirked and jumped to the air vents, thankfully they were big enough for him to enter them.

The emerald rabbit crawled his way through the narrow air vents, trying to make as little nose as possible. It was very cold as the air conditioner was on and he was crawling inside metal air vents naked, but he took in strides and moved forward, looking for the nearest exit, vent out and made a run for it.

As he shivered from the cold, he couldn't help but think about something. "Huh, I wouldn't have had the idea when I did if I didn't recall that memory again… In a way… it's almost like Blake saved me. Hmm…" He thought to himself as he progressed through the cold vents. This time, his memories worked for something other than making him nostalgic and depressed, who would have thought? "Thanks, Blakey…you kitty cat baka!"

Three hours later….

Izuku's brow corrugated at the fact that the air vents were like a labyrinth. Up, down, side-to-side, areas that frightened him as he didn't know if he could have been blown or sucked. Regardless of his duress, it was safe to say that he was out of the danger zone. He was cautious with that word as danger was among him, but he knew he gathered more distance than Nejire.

He crawled a few more feet until he saw a drop in the vent. Hoping this time he wasn't going to drop a few feet, he was going to overlook the drop.

Inch by inch, he made it to the drop where he peeped over it. It appeared to be a room. The orange light bathing inside must be from the natural sunlight. He didn't hear anything, just the faint smell of coffee and day-old donuts, presuming to be a conference room.

And his stop from the metal maze that were called air vents.

The rabbit jumped into the drop feet first. Upon the drop, he went through the vents and landed on his butt on the table. He shut his eyes as he heard the loud crash of the lid of the vents. Covered in dust and sheetrock, he grabbed both sides of his butt. "Oww~!" The teen hissed. "Oww~!" The teen hissed again. "Oww~!" The teen hissed for the third time.

After a few additional moments of temporary discomfort, he hopped from the table. Just as he thought, he knew it was a conference room. A long table that was made of mahogany oak that was encircled by large black chairs. The teen turned his head and saw the large window that was from the floor to the ceiling. He walked around the table to take a look at the view.

Basking in the warmth of the evening sun, his hands touched the cool glass. Mountaintops blanketed with snow overlooked the valley, red-and-white flashing lights up and down the veins of the street. People appeared to him like ants as they walked to and from their destination.

The skies were lovely, arcing heavenward from one end to the other. Pastel colors of easter pink and orange decorated the sky. He took time to ingest the beauty as he couldn't tell where heaven started and the earth began. Majestic was the first thought in mind. He wondered if any of the Pro Heroes here ever take a moment to enjoy the view. He could recall a conversation with All Might about self-care.

'Midoriya-shounen, always remember to take care of you first. Being a Hero is important, but so are you. Saving the world takes so much out of us and we forget to turn it off every once in a while. Take a walk, enjoy a beautiful view, go for a swim, find something that lets you know that you are more than just a Hero.'

'Didn't you always say that protecting the Hero is a full-time job?'

'True, I have. But was it when I was All Might or myself being Uncle Toshi?'

'...'

'Izuku, learn how to distinguish the two. You will become older, start a family and a new wave of responsibilities will come. Your wife doesn't always want you to save the world, she will need you to fix a broken pipe, listen to her needs, put a band-aid on your child's knee when they fall. I know I talk a lot about the importance of saving the world as my successor. Just remember that how can you save the world before you can save yourself? Never forget: You are a human being, your needs are as valid as those of the people we protect. Know when to put yourself first.'

The emerald bunny took a breath and closed his eyes. He felt the cool against the windowpane on his cheek. He withdrew that breath, letting it out on the window as condensation built.

Today, thus far, was a learning experience to say the least. From the calm composure of Gran Torino to Endeavor's aggressiveness. Learning about Nejire's candid nature, her surprising fighting tactics, and getting into character to break his own.

Moments like these weren't forever. The beautiful sky will darken, never going to show itself like that again. Tomorrow wasn't promised or gifted to him, just learning how to take things day by day was the critical, if not crucial element to succeed. Why did he become a Faunus? He will never know. Could it have been a freak accident or fate? That too he would never know. Nevertheless, was becoming All Might's protege a chance of luck or fate? Was getting admitted to UA a mere coincidence or fate? His history with Katsuki, making acquaintanceships with his friends, Blake, anyone that he encountered in his life? As his father told him: 'there are two kinds of people in your life - those who are blessings and those who are lessons!'

Backing away from the window, he then touched his chest and noticed it was bare, he came to the realization that he was still naked.

"..!" "Damn! I'm on the run! No, naked and on the run!" Nejire was on the hunt for her bunny rabbit. "It won't be a wabbit season today!" He lingered there for a second, pondering on his next move. She was a shockwave teen, so she was attentive to the vibrations. Despite having hundreds of workers in this building, she could detect his scent. Things made sense why he was unable to smell her as she disguised her scent, completely throwing it off. She may act all cutesy and ditzy, but she was certainly smarter than what people gave her credit for. "I was nose blind, causing me to not recognize her natural scent. If she knew that I could detect her by scent, wouldn't the others know?" It was a dent, if not a flaw on his part. It meant that if he didn't detect Nejire by scent then it meant the girls could cover the tracks by making him nose blind. He could still count on his ears to detect others, but it's an easier work around to get to him, it's a manner of being quiet enough or using his sensitivity to sound against him.

Be that as it may, pondering on his flaws were to be put on hold. His next objective was to get out of the building. Suddenly, his nose twitched. "Day-old donuts and old coffee!" Just as he figured, a tray of chocolate glazed donuts were sitting on a tray on the table. Sitting next to it was a large espresso machine. Suddenly, a thought came to mind.

If there was one thing he learned about his pheromones is that when girls are affected by them, they can sense his scent in the air because to them it is outstanding and attractive aroma, meaning that in terms of tracking him they must rely their noses and Deku can use that against predatory women.

Armed with this new information, he put to use the same technique Nejire implemented on herself so it'll be harder for her to find him through his scent. Coffee had a natural strong scent and thus applying it on himself would block or at least damper his own scent, hopefully long enough to get to his clothes, find All Might if there is time and get out of here.

After a short intermission, the teen situated the cloth as if it looked like a toga, securing it with a tight knot. With his shame covered, he quickly approached the door, cracked it slightly and looked to the hall outside and saw no one, he focused his senses and didn't hear or smell no one nearby, meaning the cost was clear.

He rushed out of the conference room as fast as he could. While his scent is hidden, it wouldn't last forever and he had to be fast so he wouldn't be seen. The bunny boy was on the run sporting his toga and coffee-scented cologne.

A few minutes later….

Deku moved quickly on his feet through the hallways, using his hearing and smell to pick up on any nearby person approaching and so far he didn't detect anyone, maybe the Pro Heroes were on missions and the personnel were on the far end of this floor or another one altogether. He looked for the changing room where he left his bag for a few minutes, he didn't lay out of the building and he crawled around the air vents for for a while so he doesn't know where to go, so it was a manner of trial and error going from door to door where he deemed it safe to check.

Izuku was certain that he was still on the same floor so he was bound to find the correct room at some point. He stammered as the feeling of being found made him anxious. However, he must remain concrete as if doused himself in coffee, then he can figure out his next move. He began sniffing, trying to capture the scent of his sweat. Where there was smoke, there was a fire. Scooby-Doo and Toucan Sam would be proud of the rabbit as he used his nose to find the changing room. He walked a few steps until he made a sharp left at a corner hallway. To his right, he saw the practice room and to his left the squash room.

"Bonza!" Izuku harked until he covered his mouth. He was on the road to freedom. He just needed to grab his attire, his cell phone, and vacate the building. A formidable excuse must be created as he knew All Might was wondering about his whereabouts. It mattered not to the Faunus as his objective was to head straight back to the dorms, shower, and link up with Ochako. The latter was very important. Despite the previous phone call, a day without his little teapot was like a day without sunshine. Tonight might be a good for a movie night and have sex his actual girlfriend!

He pushed through the doors and entered the squash room where it led to the boys locker room. Upon opening its door, he saw the locker he rented. He unlocked the combination and pulled down the lever, opening the door. Success was in his brain as his clothes and cell phone were there. He needed to be swift as time was of the essence.

Once discarding the makeshift toga into the nearby laundry hamper, the teen put on his clothes. He could shower when he got back. He grabbed his backpack, wallet, cell phone, and keys and closed the locker. He saw that it was over the limit they were given. So, it wouldn't surprise the teen that All Might or Endeavor were looking for him.

Thinking he had tiny time to spare, he texted Ochako to let her know that he was on his way. Once doing that, he took a sigh of relief.

"Holy Dio! An ordeal! Didn't think I had to be this slick to make a great escape like that," he said to himself. He then hurried out of the locker room, texting his mentor as he went. No time to look for him and tell him to leave as even with his pants on he was still not out of the woods yet.

He walked down the corridor for the nearest set of stairs, in these types of situations it's better than using an elevator, it's a slower but safer choice.

After running several flights of stairs, he made it to the ground floor. Reading the nearby sign saying laundry maintenance, he knew that the back door exit was probably the best solution for a stealthy retreat. Pushing through the doors, he saw rows and rows of laundry hampers next to washing machines and dryers. He beelined his way through the maze as he was seeing the exit.

Upon seeing the exit, the teen let out another relieving sigh. He was feeling great that he was able to outdo an admirer.

Before pushing the door, he received a text from Ochako. Taking a moment, he stepped back to read the text.

"You know, Deku! Clean gloves doesn't always mean clean hands!"

"..!"

Izuku jerked his head to the right. In a nearby laundry hamper, a pair of legs rose from the surface. His eyes widened in disbelief when seeing the cyan-haired teen he ran from was only feet away from him. Nejire was wearing her battle attire and holding onto the makeshift toga in her hand, nestling and cradling it like a child. "Mmm~!" The teen sniffed the toga. "Smells like coffee cake. But what's tastier than coffee cake is a fresh, hotly glazed carrot cake!"

"Nejire-senpai?!" How in the name of Monty Oum did she get here?! Was she waiting for him here this whole time?!

The hungry-eyed teen jumped out of the laundry hamper and stood in tactical mode. "What were you expecting? Tiny Tim?!"

Becoming panicked, he reached for the door.

"Izuku, you know if you run, then I wouldn't be far behind," she told him in a stern voice. "If you thought getting me was hard, then you're in a rude awakening if I were to use all of my powers on you!"

Izuku kept his peripheral to the door. His thoughts were still on taking his chances and leaving, running as fast as he could using his Quirk. He could use it in public since he has his Provisional License!

"Izuku~," she said in a flirting tone. "Do you really want to take your chances in the cold? Running away from little old me?" She made a cutesy pout. "Or, would you rather stay in the warmth with me where I can dote you with lots and lots and lots of love. Doesn't that sound much better? Wouldn't like that?"

"Nejire-chan," he said calmly. "This isn't you speaking. You're under the influence…well, it's complicated." His back was against the door. "What you think you want and desire is nothing more than a high. A very dangerous high that would make you do things you will regret later." He hoped that maybe he could reason with her.

"What's there to regret, I-zu-ku!?" She giggled as she held her flushed cheeks as if it was filled with nuts. "I have a precious bunny rabbit to call my own. I can hug you and squeeze you and touch you and fuck you forever and ever~!"

He continued with the calming approach. It was now or never to explain before she lost it completely! "Nejire, what you are experiencing is nothing more than hormones. What I produce in sweat is basically an aphrodisiac to you. It's an addicting perfume that wants you to devour me in any way possible like I'm a piece of bacon."

Nejire's smile faded, creating a blank, childlike stare in the face. A face of someone that's confused and trying to understand what they've just been told.

"What you want isn't me but my scent," he said. "It's like a fiend with a fix. They get the high and boom! It's all over and the only thing you're left with is the sense of shame and regret."

"You're lying!"

"Huh!?"

Nejire's cheeks puffed out like an angry pufferfish, crossing her arms in a huff. "I wouldn't think of passing you as a liar. What's next? Your pants on fire for speaking those lies?!"

"Why the heck would you think I'd be lying?! For God's sake! I turned into a freaking rabbit person!" Izuku shouted back. "Is it that farfetched to assume what I just said is true?"

"Then why don't you want me?" She returned his rebuttal. "Boys and girls alike are in line wanting to see me. Why else do you think I was voted Queen at this year's beauty contest at the Cultural Festival? Do you know how many notes, love letters, chocolate on Valentine's and White Day fill my locker and cubby? I am surprised that there isn't a path made behind the school where I get confessions. Just a wave or a passing glance would make anyone fold. But why not you?"

"You're not in the right state of mind," he retorted. "Anger is seeping due to your inner vanity, which I know it isn't you." He crossed his arms. "The Nejire I know doesn't think like that. The Nejire I know is humble, sweet, kind, and is willing to help out anyone in need." He pointed at her. "That's the Nejire Hadou that I know!"

"This is about Ochako, isn't it? Well, I'm twice as cute and curvy as her, whatever she can do, I can do way better!"

"This has nothing to do with her," he interjected. "You are not well! You aren't thinking clearly! Look at yourself!" He eyed her like an upset, yet concerned parent. "Your costume is definitely out of regulation. You've disguised yourself as a man, making not-so-subtle innuendos onto me, taking my clothes, and ripping and running on this hunt!" He crossed his arms. "Now, you're forcing me to get with you and have the nerve to involve Ochako, your own kouhai, in this? How dare you?"

"Please, Deku," she responded, with the sound of begging in her voice. "I love you! You are a gentle soul, my precious treasure. You're a cute bunny rabbit and I've pined for you for quite a long time."

"Nejire," he said. "Until recently, we haven't even spoken that much. You are one of the Big 3. That's like being in the NBA or at least the dungeon master of D&D. You gotta admit that up until recently, you didn't think of me as you do now. You never even once thought of it as strange how suddenly you have those thoughts and feelings?" He kept pointing out facts in hopes of dissuading her.

"Ever heard of falling in love at first sight?" she snapped at him. "You're an adorable fluff ball, an awesome wonder! I can love you and dote you as twice as much as that girl can. I wouldn't treat you like a possession. Granted, I want to rub your tail and play with your ears, but you and I can be a duo. Can you imagine what kind of children we can have?!" She edged an inch closer to Izuku. "She doesn't appreciate you the way I can appreciate you. So hard on the outside but soft and nimble on the inside. God, do you make it easy to fall in whatever these kids call love."

Izuku's right eye twitched before taking a deep breath and pinching his temple. He contemplated if it was too late to try to run.

"I'm in love with you!" She clasped her hands. "And I want you to love me." She slowly made her way to his direction. "We're gonna be lovers, hand-in-hand," she said declaratively. "I'll wait for you until you finish school. If we're lucky, we can be a hero duo together at a hero agency. No, wait! Our own hero agency! We can be like Water Hose!" She continued to edge closer with her not-so-innocent smile. "We can have a condo with puppies and kitty cats and rabbits. We can even make rabbits of our own," she said with a wink. "And Eri! Yes, Eri! When you turn 18, we can make her legally ours! Would that be exciting!?"

The trail between Izuku and Nejire was narrowing. "Yep, she officially lost it!" Izuku screamed in his mind as he gulped.

"C'mon, De-ku!" She was upon him at arm's length. She blew on his face. "Let's not fight. I promise if you give it to me, I can show you a good time." She took her hand and caressed his chest. "I've had all of my shots. I promise you that I can be a better giver than Ochako!"

"And that is where you're wrong, Nejire Hadou!"

Izuku felt a strong gust of wind blowing through the doors. In a split second, Izuku saw a quick-paced individual pushing Nejire away…with their foot! The cyan-haired teen flew and landed in a laundry hamper.

"Tch! Right where you belong with the other dirty delicates!"

The emerald-haired teen turned and saw an unexpected surprise. "Ochako!?"

Sporting her hero outfit, the teen stood adamantly at the indisposed senpai to be sure she wasn't getting up anytime soon.

"Hmpf! Don't you ever in your life think that just because you're cute means you can get everything," she barked at her. "Izuku's my man and-" She was interrupted when she felt his arms wrapping around her.

"Baby, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!" Ochako felt the strong embrace of her man holding her. If she could, she would float in the air as this was something she desired. The rabbit teen released her and stroked her cheek. "Wow! Just wow! Oh, my God, wow!"

The teen flicked his forehead.

"Ow!" Izuku said as he covered his forehead from the slight pain.

"That's nothing," she retorted. "You should have your forehead cracked for what you have done, you freakin' tease." She crossed her arms. "Jesus, I don't know if I should see to it with my threat…." She gripped the teen by his collar and pulled him in her direction. The brunette wrapped her lips with his. She wrapped her arms on his shoulders. Both teens were swapping tongues as they were happily excited to reunite after this long. The teens broke away, creating a bridge of saliva. "Or…kiss you! You're lucky I know you're not the willing cheating type!" A mischievous smirk was drawn on her round face.

Izuku scratched his reddened cheek before addressing the obvious question. "Soo… How did you know I was here? You weren't following me this whole time… right?" He was certain Ochako wasn't near this building until just now, but he had to be certain.

"Never underestimate the power of love, Izuku!" The teen pecked him on the cheek. "To hell and back I will go for you. I'm just glad that I have come here in time."

Immediately, the teen dropped to his knees. Never in his life was he grateful to have become saved. Ochako gripped his shoulder. "C'mon, baby! Let's get out of here before someone spots us…with that!"

Izuku interjected. "Ochako! You know that wasn't Nejire. She…was out of it!"

"I couldn't care if it was Angelina Jolie or the prime minister's daughter," she retorted. "She tried to make a move on you. Be thankful that she isn't confined by my fist in her mouth. Now c'mon before she gets up and starts leveling buildings to the ground!" She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him towards the door, but Izuku didn't move.

"Ochako, I won't do that," he said. "She needs help."

"That roundhouse kick into the laundry chute was her prescription served by yours truly to set her head straight," she said as she looked at the viewers. "Round House!"

The bunny deadpanned at his girlfriend. "Uraraka," he said sternly. "Never leave a Hero behind, even less a Senpai." He sighed as he pecked her on the cheek before going to the laundry hamper. Judging by the spirals in her eyes, she was out for the count. "Call an Uber. I'll handle her."

She blew a silent raspberry. "Fine~! Damn, you're just too soft, my Bun Bun!"

"Someone has to be," he said with a rebuttal. "Let's head outside before somebody spots us. Haste makes waste. Meanwhile, I need to think of an excuse so All Might won't get his butt handed to me by Mom."

"Oi," she responded as she looked for an Uber driver. "Sweetheart, I love that you're the kindest, most considerate person I know, but sometimes it is to a fault." Ochako shook her head as she did as told.

"It's who I am." Izuku shrugged as he picked up Nejire in his arms. Ochako sure kicked her hard in the head to knock her out with one strike like this.

The gravity girl sighed. "I know… And that's why I love you. You're such a bleeding heart, you know that?"

"Couldn't be a proper Hero otherwise." The rabbit Faunus smiled at his girlfriend earnestly.

Ochako's heart melted when seeing that smile of his she utterly adores. And on the flip side, she prevented Izuku from being taken advantage of, thanks to her quick thinking, already knowing where he was hours prior and following her gut when she did, and hey! Now she can say she kicked Nejire's ass, that's a nice extra perk!

A few minutes later, he, while carrying Nejire, sat and Ochako on the stoop of the receiving area. Izuku had the unconscious teen's head sitting on his lap, much to the chagrin of his fueling girlfriend.

"No Uber?" asked Izuku.

"I…didn't," she answered. "Think about it! If they see her like this, they won't pick us up or even worse, call the police."

He sighed. "You're right but we can't bring her back like this. Thin ice definitely won't be on the lips of Aizawa-sensei and Nezu. They are gonna throw me out of school."

"No, they're not," she answered.

"Do you know how much trouble I am in right now?"

"Relax, baby," she said in a calmer tone. "I think I have just the place to keep her on ice until she heals up."

"You do?" asked Izuku, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she said with a hint of nervousness. "And Izuku, don't be alarmed about the place, will you?"

He stared blankly at the teen. "What do you mean?"

"I'll explain to you later but first we need to get there," she said in a serious tone. Hitoshi was out of the question as the teen told her that she was out of town taking care of business. She could use her Quirk but didn't want to alarm people.

"Seems like someone needs something more than spare change."

The emerald-haired teen and the round-face teen jerked their heads to the source of the noise. They flinched in surprise when seeing none other than Endeavor's sidekick, Burnin'.

The blond Pro Hero was wearing an black evening dress while carrying her purses. Her appearance looked fairly different than earlier this afternoon.

"Burnin'," said the stammered, nervous Izuku. "Wouldn't expect you here!"

The blond pursed her lips. "I would say the same, my little bunny rabbit." She paused to observe the area - a nervous brunette and an unconscious cyan-haired teen. "Two girls!? You are quite the stud with that lucky paw. Maybe I should give you Mirko's line. She's great at teaching silly and unruly rabbits like you a lesson. I'm joking by the way."

Izuku gripped Ochako's shoulder, hinting her to calm down. He was becoming aware of her jealous streak.

Moe covered her mouth to hide her laughter. "I was on my way to a gala and I forgot to toss away some dirty laundry but it seems to me you have a bigger dilemma than I."

"It's not what you think," responded Izuku nervously.

"Perish the thought," she said to him. "I saw your video earlier with her." She giggled some more. "Must have been some great post-practice workout that you made her knees give out." She made a side eye look at Ochako. "But I digress!" She went into her purse and grabbed her cell phone. "Tell me where you need to go. My limo driver can take you. No questions asked."

"Wow, that's very kind of you, thanks!" Izuku grinned nervously. Today, he was having very good luck, but he should be wise to not push it.

"Don't mention it, Rabbit boy." The flaming blonde winked at him.

Ochako would rather walk than deal with anyone who was obviously flirting with her man but she had to bite the bullet this once as the alternative wasn't worth it. She prayed that Momo had the punching bag she ordered for her was a same-day delivery. The brunette walked to Endeavor's sidekick and showed her her cell phone. "This is the address that we need you to take us to."

Moe nodded in compliance. "Okay! Sit back and relax as your ride awaits!"

Izuku nodded in thanks as he turned to tend to the unconscious Nejire. He appreciated Moe's assistance but knew it wasn't free. He, too, had to stay on edge as he knew how his scent can impact teenagers his age, then how potent it can be impactive at adults? Hell for all he knows that already happened if his suspicions on Midnight and Mount Lady's actions against Ochako are correct.

"Say…" Moe turned to Ochako. "You and Rabbit boy. Are you two an item?"

"Yes, we are!" Ochako declared proudly, grabbing Deku's arms possessively. "Why do you ask?" She asked back in a passive aggressive manner. "If you don't mind me asking, #23 Pro Hero!"

"Curiosity is all. I can feel the vibe between you two." The flaming blonde shrugged in response. "I really was kidding back there. But you'd do well sticking by him, you know in case Mirko is lurking around for her next lay. She isn't a house wrecker like your sensei, Midnight. No offense." She advised the girl.

"None taken." Izuku replied for both himself and Ochako.

"Oh, trust me, I will." Knowing how easy her Deku Bun is, she will have to stick to his side every time he goes out just to deter any possible threats away from him, including Pro Heroines like Burnin' and Mirko, who is litteral Bunny girl and thus never to be allow to be even a mile close to Izuku.

"By the way," she turned to Ochako. "Top ten rankings of Pro Heroes are based on status and notoriety." She pulled out a piece of gum in her purse. "Gum?" she asked the girl.

"No, thanks," she replied.

"You're sure?" she retorted. "Like people, gum can kill moods, especially for one's breath." She let out a slight chuckle. "Being around Endeavor taught me that. You gotta learn a thing or two if you want to last in this business. Also, thanks for calling me number 23. I'm practically the Michael Jordan of the Pro Hero game." She winked at Ochako.

Ochako feigned a smile at the burning blonde. "I'll take that on board!" "Bitch!"

A teardrop appeared on Deku's head as he could tell that his girlfriend was being lowkey territorial. At least he can appreciate Ochako's attempts to look out for him.

Ochako turned away from Burnin' and looked at her phone. Momo replied to her text, giving her permission to use the storefront for the time being. However, she said to not go into the darkroom as she was busy tending to important business for the school. Instead, she could use the downstairs area. A day after setting up the fake photography studio, Yaoyorozu managed to set up a fake art gallery without arousing suspicion from the other tenants. The vice president managed to be quick on her feet when situations occurred. In the backroom of the downstairs gallery were features similar to Mei's lab. "It's a little after eight. We can recuperate and get Nejire to come to. Once that happens, we can go back to our dorms. Then, I will have a strongly-worded conversation with that cute, stupid moe about touching something that isn't hers."


It was a little after nine-thirty in the evening as Gran Torino rode in the backseat of the black car that was sent for him. Holding his cane in between his legs, he watched as flashes of headlights passed him. He and the driver were driving along a long stretch of highway. It wouldn't be long when the flashes of headlights would turn into nothingness.

Seven o'clock wasn't the exact time of this meeting. Despite being heavily guarded at the hero agency, like Endeavor, always prepare for the worst. It was serious in the beginning when only the top 3 Pro Heroes had the location and wouldn't tell the others. Locations changed every time, even to the point in which they would go to different towns and even prefectures. Gran Torino knew the severity of this matter when the top 3 were keeping mum about the situation.

Swirling a glass of brandy with balled ice, he took a sip. The elder Pro Hero knew that he shouldn't drink at his age, but it relaxed his nerves. He wasn't in his prime anymore and he needed to keep calm or else he would be displaying his true nature with the others. On the surface, he wanted to be as smart as a whip and sharp like a knife.

The cemented roads turned into gravel as they ventured off of the highway. The sound of gravel, branches, and anything of the Earth was heard by the tires. He completely forgot how bumpy the path could be, proof as he spilled some of his drink. The Pro Hero was reeling in thought with Endeavor. It concerned him, worried him and that wasn't like him. He has dealt with foes from the Meta Liberation Army to the League of Villains. But, this foe was worrying him because he hasn't dealt with this kind of foe. No one else had as well. And if that man they have been speaking with was correct, then it was the perfect opportunity to get on his feeble knees and ask for God to save them.

After a few more miles, the car came to a complete stop. Gran Torino turned to his right and saw what he needed to see.

The cabin was raised off of the ground just far enough to keep most snakes out, but the diligent ones still managed to find a way inside. Its paneling was a tan that seemed to mimic a Brazilian model's skin, though it was considerably easier on the eyes. The roof was a lovely green, a shade that resembled shady pastures more so than the distinct green hue of a vegetarian's vomit. It featured an outdoor porch, covered by an overhanging roof that only shielded it from the rain if the wind wasn't blowing.

The heavyset limo driver exited the vehicle and then opened the door for the tiny elder gentleman. He nodded at the driver, hearing the doors closed behind him as he walked toward the cabin where he and his fellow colleagues were discussing their plans about what they called, "The Unplanned End!"

Gran Torino entered the cabin, which the inside contrasted the outside, being spacious with an aesthetic resembling that of a base of operation, which it was actually what the cabin was. The outside was a facade for a secret base for the League of Heroes to gather in important meetings such as this. Bases like this are scattered through many undisclosed locations in Japan, hidden behind facades to trick anyone who is out of the loop.

All Might saw his former mentor walk in, he was talking with Endeavor and Hawks. "Ah, Sensei! Glad you made it, and just in time." He greeted him with a relieved smile as has been waiting for him for a while.

The jet elderly nodded. "Sorry for being late, I just… needed some more time to calm down before the meeting." He apologized.

"...It's understandable. You wouldn't be the only one uneased." Toshinori replied.

Gran Torino noticed that the four men present are the only one in the base at the moment. "And the others?"

"On their way." Endeavor replied with a stern expression. "However, Crust, Wash and Yoroi Musha won't come due to having missions at the moment."

Gran Torino nodded in understanding.

"I just hope Rumi comes here willingly instead of having to be dragged here kicking and screaming. She really wanted to go to tonight's gala with Moe." Hawks said as he rubbed his forehead. He knows full well how his childhood friend is during 'her days'.

"Just in case I asked Ryuukyu to get her." Enji said to him.

"Smart move." The Winged Hero replied with a plain face.

Toshinori cleared his throat. "Nezu-sensei is on his way with Aizawa and Recovery Girl." He informed the elder Pro Hero.

Gran Torino nodded in understanding. "And… our 'special guest'?" He asked.

"Nezu said… that he will present himself when the others do." All Might replied.

"I see."

"...Too bad Best Jeanist is still out of commission, right now we need as many hands as we can. He could have been plenty useful. He should have been here tonight with us." Said Keigo with a noticeably sad expression. Best Jeanist was still recovering from the fatal wound in his abdomen by All for One during the fateful Kamino Incident, otherwise he would have ascended to Rank 3 today.

"It is what it is, pal. We can't do anything about it." Enji replied calmly to his friend.

"At the very least he is still alive and he will recover soon enough." Toshinori smiled at him .

"Right." Keigo nodded in response.

"So then… How did the boy do today?" Gran Torino asked.

All Might passed the elder a tablet, on the screen was a recording of Izuku and Nejire training earlier. "Midoriya-shounen did excitingly well against Hadou-shoujo in their practice, even in a controlled environment where she restrained her powers, it was still impressive how he kept up with her. His control over his Quirk is increasing by the day thanks to his stronger physiology, coupled with his quick, analytical mind and his unwavering will puts him well on his way to becoming even stronger in the future. He will be a force to be reckoned with at this rate." He explained with a proud smile and his eyes beaming with joy and pride upon seeing how far his precious protege has come and how far he can still go.

Gran Torino chuckled with pride as he watched how the boy performed on the video. "Good, very good. It is as I thought, Toshinori, this kid will be quite the monster in the future. Soon he will surpass you."

"Yes… Yes he will. I hope I'll be there to see it." Toshinori said with a sad, solemn smile.

Gran Torino glared at his former student quietly for a moment, knowing what exactly the skeleton-like meant. "Say… Why did the lassie have to wear such little clothing? Was she trying to pull a move on the boy?" He asked with a tiny, teasing smirk.

All Might coughed blood from the sudden question for a moment before recomposing himself. "I made sure to chastise the young lady for such scandalous training clothing! She is… well I wouldn't say simple-minded, innocent would be a better word. I'll have a talk with Ryukyu about how to better guide her sidekick in the future." He said as he wiped the remains of blood from his mouth, an embarrassed blush was on his hollowed cheeks.

"Gotta say, Yagi. That kid of yours sure has lots of promise, not to offend Enji here or his kid, but right about now I would dare to bet that he could beat little Shouto in a fight." Keigo commented with a smile.

Enji gruffed in response, clearly upset at the comment. "Midoriya sure has the potential to be better than Yagi, but let's not take it out of proportion, you hear?" He said sternly.

"Typical of you, Todoroki. But hey, it's not to say your boy won't be one of the best, he just won't be the very best. And plus it's not like Midoriya won't be the only one involved in this, he is just the one with the greatest potential. All those with the promise to surpass those before them will be involved. Your son and that boy Bakugo being two of them." Gran Torino said calmly, both hands on his cane.

"...I know." Enji said, his stern expression showing traces of concern for the well-being of his youngest child. "It just… it doesn't feel right to put so much trust into children for this, it all feels so sudden."

"I know how you feel, Endeavor." All Might put a hand on his shoulder. "No parent or guardian in the world would ever think of endangering their children. However, these aren't ordinary children. They are blessed with a gift beyond description, beyond measure." He let out a sullen sigh. "And do you think Villains give a damn just because they're young?"

"..." Endeavor didn't respond.

"We always knew that the next generation would be better than us, but of course, no one could have predicted that they would be thrown into something like this while they are still young, something like this is not supposed to happen. It doesn't feel right to let it happen, then again for the very start these blessed children have been targeted by constant attack after attack by the Villains and deep down I always knew that it wouldn't stop anytime soon. And now this happens… That is why we must stand there and support them, prepare them as much as possible for when the time comes." All Might continued. "As bad as it may feel, in the end it will be the next generation in front of us that will be our hope for the future, they might as well be the key to put a stop to all of this. It might feel wrong to throw the youth into a war, no matter how strong they are, but that is how it has always been for 'him' and his people."

"He's right, Todoroki. The only thing we can do is be there for them, all of them when that time comes. They don't have to do this alone." Gran Torino said in agreement.

Enji nodded in understanding. There was silence in the room until the door opened, revealing Principal Nezu, Aizawa and Recovery Girl.

"Good evening, everyone! I hope you didn't have to wait for too long." Nezu said with his usual smile.

"Not at all, sir." Toshinori shook his head in denial.

Shouta scowled a little. "I see the others haven't arrived yet. How irrational, don't they understand the possible magnitude of the situation?" He grumbled as he rubbed his temple impatiently.

Keigo shrugged. "It can't be helped. They may be part of the Top 10, but not everyone has the same sense of urgency. I mean in all fairness, what we are dealing with here sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale mixed with comic books from the Pre-Quirk era. Can you blame people for being at least skeptical about this? Heck, I'm still having some doubts about this myself."

"I supposed, you're right. I wouldn't have believed any of this nonsense without concrete proof that it is all real." The Eraser Hero replied.

The jet Pro Hero grunted. "Gentlemen! With all due respect, until it is time to be subjective, let's be objective, shall we?" He tapped his cane on the floor. "I may not be as skeptical as you guys, but I am willing to hear the gentleman out. He has been right thus far since Midoriya became a Faunus."

Shouta rubbed his tired eyes. "I am not saying you're wrong. I've seen Midoriya's skills and abilities in the last few weeks. I am not saying the presence of danger is there but it still sounds cockamamie." Before Gran Torino interjected, the Eraser Hero raised his hand, stating that he wasn't finished. "The kid is a troublemaker and since his transformation, crazy things have happened but I can't help but be on the surface on the things the man said. And until there is absolute proof, I am going to be skeptical. At least give me that."

Nezu positioned himself in between the younger and the older Pro Hero. "GT, Aizawa!" The principal straightened out his collar. "I understand both your viewpoints. We can't have one without the other. The yin and the yang of how our world works." He covered his mouth as we coughed. "Unless you all want to grab a spot of tea or pick up a biscuit, let's have a seat and start the meeting, shall we? The others should be here shortly, yes?" With that the Anthro walked toward a chair in the meeting table in the middle of the room.

Everyone else took their seats as well as they waited for the remaining attendees.

"Tell me Eraser, have you met the man in question?" Endeavor asked with his arms crossed.

"Not personally, but I've heard a lot about him. Only the principal has talked to him."

"Why yes! We have been friends for a while." Nezu nodded in confirmation. "Now don't be too harsh with what he has to say and his methods to resolve this, even if they seem unfair, very dangerous and irrational. It may seem as such for us, but it is the way of things for him. It might be the only way." He said to his compatriots calmly.

Everyone else nodded quietly in response.

"Recovery Girl. It's been a while." Gran Torino greeted her. "Say, you've been the one keeping track of the kid's condition, right?" The nurse nodded at him, in her hand was a folder with all important information about Izuku's condition as well as the research and findings she and her colleagues performed. "So, will you tell us everything we need to know about it?"

"Yes, but not immediately," she responded with a sincere smile.

"Agreed." It was Nezu that made his presence known to them. "The physiology of the boy will be discussed but tonight we have pressing matters." The whatchamacallit Pro Hero said.

Everyone heard steps coming from the door, they saw the No. 7 Pro Hero, Kamui Woods walk in. He apologized for coming late, but Hawks eased him about. "So, uhh… How is Yuu? Haven't heard of her for a couple of days now. Nemuri too, while at it. All that I know is that they had a 'rough night' and they'll be off for a few weeks or so…" He asked the wooded Hero as he took seat at the meeting table.

"Well…" Kamui began as he rubbed the back of his head. "She's fine and so is Nemuri. But both of them have holed up in Yuu's apartment and will remain there for a couple of days. When me and Death Arms went to check up on them and learn what exactly happened to them, they shouted at us to get lost and to be left alone. So, whatever happened, they wouldn't talk about it." He explained.

"Geez… If it's that bad that they won't talk about it, then I don't think I want to find out either." Keigo cringed. "At least they are fine, so that's something." He added, looking at the positive.

Kamui nodded agreement. What he didn't say however is that when he and Death Arms went to check up on the Pro Heroines was that they overheard them from behind the door saying something about 'Vengeance will be sweet' and 'The precious bunny will be theirs' or whatever the heck that means. All that they figured was that someone crossed Yuu and Nemuri, badly. Kamui felt pity for the poor damned soul that provoked the fiery wrath of those femme fatales.

The Pro Heroes then heard loud steps coming from outside and growing louder. "Oh boy, here it comes." Hawks mumbled under his breath as he rubbed his forehead. "Everyone, just bear with it and don't say anything." Keigo quickly warned everyone else as he knew what was about to happen.

Then the door was kicked open by none other than No. 5 Pro Heroine, Mirko. And damn she looked irritated! Behind the rabbit Heroine was No. 10 Heroine, Ryukyu, who wore an exasperated look on her face, clearly from having to put up with whatever she had to deal with Mirko on the way here.

"Hey, Rumi! What's-?" Keigo tried to greet her in a friendly way.

"Can it, Keigo! I don't wanna hear it now!" The white-haired bunny girl barked as she and Ryuko approached the table. Hawks shut his mouth and raised his hands up defensively.

"Usagiyama, please calm down and take a seat." Endeavor ordered her with a calm, yet stern tone.

"Calm down, my dark bunny ass!" She snarled as she sat down and put both of her legs on the table.

The dragon Heroine sighed exasperated, pinching her temple as she sat beside the shorter woman. "I'm sorry everyone, Mirko here is just upset about having to come here instead of Tonight's gala with Burnin', Uwabami, Ragdoll and Bubble Girl."

"'Upset' is not the exact word I'd use, Tatsuma." Rumi glared at her, speaking through her teeth.

"Rumi, we went over this already. You know that galas last late in the night. We'll get there after the meeting! The night is young!" Ryuko snarled.

"And I already told you that the prime time for men hunting would have passed by then! Those bitches over there would get free leeway with all good studs and we're only left with the damned fucking duds! And tonight was the perfect chance for me to get a good lay because Kayama and Takeyama are out of the picture for a while, so they wouldn't get in the way! Do you have any idea how many times those fucking sluts stole me good dicks?!" Mirko ranted bitterly.

"Look, Rumi. I get it, you've been in heat for little over a week now and you've been too busy with work recently to have time to wind down and tonight was supposed to be off, but this happens out of the blue." Ryukyu said with an understanding tone, trying to not get worked up. "However, we have a very severe situation and we have to treat it as such, going to a gala is no excuse to miss it. Best Jeanist is still hospitalized, and Wash, Crust and Yoroi Musha are busy with missions tonight, those are valid reasons for them not being here. So can you please stop thinking with your panties for at least a pair of hours and focus on this?" She said to her friend sternly.

"Easy for you to say, since you can always fall back on Fat Gum or your sidekick's friends when you're in heat!"

Ryuko flinched at the accusation. "T-that's not true!" Her face turned red.

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that!" Rumi crossed her arms knowing for a fact that when the dragon lady is in heat, the next day is just fine and she has the smell of either Fat Gum or one of those guys that hang out with her ditzy sidekick, she also believed that she and Nighteye used to have sex as well.

"Just please focus on this, okay?!" Ryuko just wanted to move on. .

"Fine! But this better be goddamned worthy or else I'll be kicking down this whole fucking building and everyone in it!" Mirko snarled angrily at the dragon woman. She didn't buy a single bit of the bullshit she has been told about the reason for this meeting and refused to come, but somehow Ryukyu managed to convince her

"Ahem! Trust me, Mirko, it is." Nezu assured her, undisturbed by the angry rabbit lady. Rumi huffed as she looked at the side.

Woods whispered into Aizawa's ear. "All she's gonna do is get drunk and find some unsuspecting man to play with for the night."

"And leave him with the bill," replied Shouta as they were snickering.

"Are you sure it's a man?" responded Kamui. "It could be past the boy's curfew."

"She and Nemuri are rivals," interjected Shouta. "Extracurricular activities with young boys sound like their alley."

"And so do the feds, right?" responded Kamui.

"Hey, I can hear you, you know?! Kiss my brown bunny ass!" she barked, glaring at the two snickering heroes. Thanks to her rabbit ears, she could easily pick up the whispers.

"Shall I take a number or request for an appointment," replied Kamui, trying his best not to laugh any further.

"Oh, you want me to kick your heads off your shoulders like a football that badly, do you?!" Rumi yelled angrily at them.

"She's not kidding, guys! She totally can do that, her legs ain't dummy thicc for no reason!" Keigo warned, he has seen Rumi decapitate robots with just her legs, so he knows that she could do the same to anyone.

Nezu cleared his throat. "Ahem! Alright everyone, settle down, settle down! We're all reasonable adults here." He eased up the tension in the room. He just received a text, telling him that it was time. "Let's start tonight's meeting, shall we?" The small anthro then cleared his throat.

"Greetings everyone, I am sorry that I had to call for a secret meeting at such short notice and it is a shame that not all of us could be here tonight, however as you all have been informed we have a situation of unprecedented magnitudes that threatens not just our country or our whole world, but also our neighboring world of Remnant and possibly beyond. I can understand that not all of you would believe what you've been told so far as truly it all seems like it is made up, but believe me when I tell you it is the truth. I've seen it with my own eyes." He began the meeting with a calm tone. "Tonight I've invited a very important figure in the stage of Remnant that would fully explain the whole situation and everything we need to know to help resolve it, the man known as the 'Foreteller', there was a reason why I didn't tell you who he exactly was, we couldn't risk any sort of leak of his presence in our world.. You might have heard of him prior to tonight, but believe me, he's much more than what you've seen of him. He should be right outside right now…"

As Nezu talked a figure approached the base. The Pro Heroes then heard calm steps and the sound of what could possibly be a cane coming closer. Three knocks were heard upon the door. Some were unnerved at the eerily accurate precision of Nezu's prediction, but then again that was his Quirk.

"You can come in." Nezu said, and the door opened, revealing the new arrival. Everyone in the room except the principal were shocked when they saw who this man was. "Welcome, Professor. It's been a while, my friend." He greeted him with a friendly smile.

"It has indeed, Nezu." Replied the silver-haired man, in his right hand he had a black cane…

To be continued…

SS: Oh boy… You guys just thought the plot would just revolve around Deku getting many girls into his harem? Wrong! While that is a primordial part along with soap opera drama and the usual bits of comedy, we have a serious plot cooking up underneath. There is a whole lot more going on behind the scenes my friends, and as usual Deku is at the center of it. What is this new threat? I guess you already have an idea, but we'll reveal more of it as time goes on. All in due time, my friends, all in due time.

BD: Our story is the antithesis of harems. If we did it like everyone else, then it would be generic.

SS: And boring! We had to make something to make us stand out from the competition of good harem stories!

BD: Team Greenshade isn't just a small movement, we plan to create something big and great. Just it requires time and patience. As long as the good Lord gives me strength and breath, we will make it happen. I name and claim that. But back to the story, things are changing with our hero and his friends.

SS: And we hope you stay with us along for the ride. Until next time, everyone! Team Greenshade and may your hearts by your guiding keys!