"Here hold this."

"Ooh, what do you think about this?"

"Oh! Black is a must! It'll make her hair and eyes stand out a lot."

"On it! Highlights though?"

"Hmm, Gold. Gold goes with black right?"

"I think so."

Izumi felt her eye twitch as she watched Nejire and Momo zoom around the gigantic closet that Momo had access to. Apparently there was stuff that would make her look like a witch in there, which was both amazing and whatever the exact opposite of thrilling was. Boring? No, it wasn't boring, it was just, yeah. She let her shoulders slump and glanced back towards the make-up. "Wonder when they're going to give me a wart."

"Never!" Nejire appeared in front of Izumi, upside down, a flowing black something or other held tight to her chest. "Warts are gross! And you're going to be the cutest witch ever! So no warts! Maybe a beauty mark, but you're not Ara-Ara enough for that."

Izumi rolled her eyes and rubbed her arm. "Well I guess that's good, but what do you mean by Ara-Ara?"

"Kuro-sensei."

"Ahh."

Curves.

Izumi pouted and tried to picture her puberty actually starting besides a few zits and all the other stuff.

Nothing happened.

"Alright," Nejire flipped in the air and landed in front of Izumi. "Now then, arms out."

"Fine, fine," Izumi rolled her eyes and complied with this very light bit of torture she was being put through. It wasn't that she didn't love shopping or playing dress up, because she did, really she was just pouting that she was going to become a witch and she had zero doubt that there was such a thing as a cute witch. "Make me as ugly as possible."

"That's impossible!" Momo laughed showing up with more black, a bit of gold, some red, and a bunch of other stuff that looked like they were going to be making something from scratch. They could sew? No, all of that stuff was actually clothing. Was Momo using her quirk? "You're too cute to be ugly, Izumi."

Izumi made her stubborn streak known by putting on her ugliest face possible. "You're both a lot cuter than me."

"Thanks!" Nejire, a paragon of not knowing what shame or humility meant, didn't even flinch as she continued to dress Izumi the same way her mom used to. "But don't worry! We'll all be super cute witches too!"

"And then we're going to watch some anime!" Momo announced loudly. "I have Tohru setting up the home theater for a marathon."

"Oooh, we should dress up as maids sometime!" Nejire muttered loudly.

More fabric was poured onto Izumi as she felt Momo and Nejire pluck, pull, shift, and sort all the different clothes that were placed on her, her arms going up and down a hundred times like she was doing jumping jacks, or maybe like she was swimming. Swimming through a sea of clothing that was desperately trying to drown her in it.

There was so much black and gold being tossed on her, she felt like she was going to end up looking like a green-haired version of some ancient egyption mummy. Or like she was going through her goth phase, but with just a bit more bling. A lot of bling.

A green-haired goth rapper.

With a broom.

Izumi kept her eyes shut and just hummed and nodded while Momo and Nejire worked their magic. She felt some make-up brushes tapping her cheeks. It didn't feel like it would be anywhere near enough to really have an effect on her, but there were still dabs, taps, and strokes hitting her cheeks and just a hint around her eyes.

"Alright," Momo said softly. Her voice was really close to Izumi's face, close enough that she could all but feel Momo's breath. "Izumi, open your eyes."

"Ooh, let me get my phone!" Nejire said loudly before she bumped into something. "Ouch!"

Izumi opened her eyes expecting to see herself in a mirror. Instead, she saw Momo, which was nothing new, she saw Momo a lot. But this Momo was different, equipped with a large wide-brimmed hat that had a crooked point, a loose white top, and a fluffy black skirt. This was the SSR Witch Momo that had top stats in cuteness and an extra skill for proving Izumi wrong.

"That's cheating!" Izumi pointed at Momo and pouted. "Of course you'd make a cute witch! You can't do that!"

"Ooh?" Momo laughed and then pushed Izumi's shoulder to look at the very cute Nejire that was struggling with the strings of her top. The SSR Witch Nejire was just as cute as Momo was, with her equally absurd hat, and a long dark purple dress with hints of red that was tied with a dark black cloth tied around her waist. "You don't think Nejire is cute as a witch?"

"I'm kawaii as fuck yo." Nejire struck a pose and held up her cellphone. "Now come on! Let's take a cute witchy selfie! Oooh! And then when we get to U.A. we should do the same thing but in our hero costumes. Izumi can still be a witch though."

"I'm not—"

Izumi's protest was cut off by both Momo and Nejire sandwiching her in a loose hug. Both of them were a bit taller than her, and she felt soft things press against her arm. Show offs. But her protest really died when she caught a glance of herself in Nejire's phone.

A bit of green shadow around her eyes.

A bit of color to her cheeks to bring out her freckles.

Nothing on her lips.

A golden see-through cloth was wrapped around her neck and tied in a cute little bow, highlighting the hints of green around her clothing. The dress they had put her in was Plus Ultra levels of cute; a dark green band stretched from her neck and all the way down to the fluffy white hem of the skirt, though the rest of the dress was largely black, with hints of purple and green woven throughout it, and the sleeves having several moons and stars along the loose hanging curtains that hung off her wrists.

"Smile!" Nejire said loudly.

Izumi did so.

Even if she had to swallow her pride and admit that a cute witch could exist.

She still wasn't going to be a witch for her hero costume though.

XXXX

Momo and Nejire had changed her mind. Witches could be cute.

But that didn't really fix any of her current problems.

Izumi placed her pencil on the paper, drawing a simple version of herself standing on the blank canvas. With a grumpy smile, she added on a witches hat, and then drew herself with a broom. When she had managed to use the broom before passing out, it had felt more than a bit awkward to use; a wand was easy, she just held it like she would a pencil. But how was she supposed to hold a broom?

She drew herself holding the broom like she would any old broom. While that seemed comfortable, it was probably more awkward to draw with it like that. Besides, she'd basically be drawing on the ground, and her feet would get in the way. That wouldn't work at all.

Holding it like a baseball bat would let her whack people with the broom good enough, and she'd be holding it off the ground, so she could probably even make a few marks like that, but it wouldn't be precise enough for her to complete any real spell. Or would it? She'd be having a wider arc, and she'd never drawn anything that big, so, maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

But drawing a spell that big with a broom might actually kill her. She added a dead version of her laying on the ground and an empty bar next to her.

Maybe if she ever actually managed to increase her stamina or endurance, or whatever it was that let her use her quirk, she'd be able to use a broom like that, but even then it really didn't seem cool enough.

If she grabbed onto the base of the broom, right about where the handle met the brush part, then she'd be able to draw smaller circles and have more control over it. But then she'd have all the left-over parts of the broom handle, and she'd basically just be using a duster.

As uncool as a broom was, a duster was even less cool.

"Guh, what am I going to do?" Izumi bit into the end of her pencil and ran her hand through her hair. She was still surprised by how smooth her hair felt. She glanced towards Momo but found herself staring at the thighs of Byleth-sensei that was currently staring at her with a blank look. "Uhh, I can—"

"Meet me after class." Byleth-sensei let out a deadpan response and tapped on Izumi's journal before resuming her lecture.

Izumi sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to pay attention in class with all these thoughts in her head.

Who cared about the french revolution and, hold up, they were beheading people?

XXXX

Momo: Try not to get detention.

Izumi: Do they even have detention at this school?

Momo: I don't know, but I've never had detention. Have you?

Nejire: Twice! I talk a lot.

Momo: I believe that.

Izumi: A few times, mostly because of that guy.

Momo: Oh, well, I'm sure you'll be fine.

Nejire: Yeah! Besides, Byleth-sensei is actually really nice even if she has a resting bitch face.

Izumi: Should I show her that text?

Nejire: *gasp!* you wouldn't!

Izumi pocketed her iPod once more and walked into the teacher's lounge, where she found Byleth-sensei her usual black suit jacket off, giving the normally stuffy teacher a whole new look. The white blouse she had on was snug around her chest and pulled into her skirt with a tightness that Izumi could have sworn only models could pull off. The sleeves of her shirt even ballooned outward until they reached her wrists, where they were pinched tight.

In short, Byleth-sensei was a babe.

And the fact that they both had green hair made Byleth-sensei look like Izumi's older sister.

Her older sister was a babe.

"Umm, Byleth-sensei, you wanted to see me?" Izumi asked, flinching more with each word. She didn't want to be in trouble.

Byleth-sensei looked up from her work, her dark blueish-green eyes focused on Izumi with an intensity that wasn't entirely bad. With more respect that Izumi really deserved, Byleth-sensei placed her work down, turned in her chair, and addressed Izumi firmly. "What exactly were you drawing in my class today?"

"Umm, well, you see, I discovered recently that I can use my quirk with a broom and that I'd be able to draw a bunch of spells and stuff, so I was trying to figure out a good way to wield a broom so it'd be comfortable and give me the ability to draw big circles if I need to or a bunch of small circles too. But I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to hold it to draw best because my quirk needs to be precise, but, I'm not sure how precise, and I think there might be more I can do with a staff or a broom so I'm sorry I was drawing in your class sensei, please forgive me."

Byleth-sensei, who had been staring intently, like she was absorbing every single rambling word of hers, just stared at Izumi then nodded. "I understand." She stood sharply. "Come with me."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No."

"I do have swim practice."

"I'll talk to Kuro-sensei later."

"Oh, uhh, okay."

Byleth-sensei led Izumi to the locker room and pointed inside. "Get dressed, you're going to be sweating a lot today."

"Uhh, with what?" Izumi shifted and stared at her feet. Even though Byleth-sensei had said she wasn't in trouble, she still kinda felt like she was in a bit of trouble. "You still haven't told me what we're going to be doing."

"Oh." Byleth-sensei tapped on her cheek and gave a smile for perhaps the first time. "I'm going to be helping you."

"With?" Izumi asked, eyes going wide.

"Weapons training."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"Byleth-sensei?"

"Yes Izumi?"

"Is a broom a weapon?"

AN: Yes that's a reference to what you think it is, no need to mention it.