"Sweetie, your U.A. acceptance letter came in," Inko said as she entered one of the lavish living rooms, where her son was reading a novel.

"Mom," Izuku groaned. "You don't know that I've been accepted yet." reaching out for the envelope.

"But I do, because you're my baby boy, of course you would get in," Inko ruffled her son's hair. "Also because I'd castrate Nezu if he didn't accept you." she chuckled.

"MOM!" Izuku shouted.

"I'm kidding," Inko waved off the shock. "Mostly."

"Ugh," shaking his head with a smile he looked at the letter. Tearing off the top a metal disc fell onto the ornate table. A moment later the disc projected an image.

"Hello there," A blond intern said as he looked up to the camera. "I am pleased to inform you that you have succeeded in the U.A. Entrance Exam, with a passing score of thirty-two destruction points and fif-" the blonde looked off to the side. "Really fifty," he questioned to someone off camera. "Ahem," clearing his throat as he realized he was still being recorded. "Yes, fifty points, you have secured the number one position with eighty-two. Thank you PRINCE IZUKU MIDORIYA!" the man exclaimed in shock. "What do you mean I'm doing the video for the Prince, I'm just an intern, shouldn't the Principal be doing this. Wait, it's still recording, delete, delete, let me do this over." the feed cut a moment later.

"Huh," Izuku mused. "He seems like a fun guy." while his mother sputtered as she tried to hold back her laughter. "Come on mom, you can't laugh at everyone who loses it when they see our name." he rolled his eyes before he too giggled as he couldn't keep lying, it was pretty funny when people overreacted to them.

For the weeks leading up to his debut at U.A. Izuku was kept in the palace mostly. Which was nice to see his parents after so long, but he suddenly realized he had a completely different problem. After so long of 'relieving' himself on a near nightly basis, he was fairly backed up and sensitive. He knew he had no one to complain to in this situation. For one he felt embarrassed that he was feeling this way just for not having sex, which meant he didn't want anyone to know. But the second reason was that he was worried what people would do if they learned of it. The staff might take that as an order to let him do things with them and he didn't want to put them in that position. His mother would tease him endlessly and his father, Izuku gulped as he was unsure what his father would do.

"I just have to wait until U.A.," Izuku said to himself. "Maybe, shit," Izuku thought that just changing his location would in no way improve the situation he was in. 'I miss the Wild Wild Pussycats.' Izuku sighed sadly.

"Are you sure the pipes should be fitted that way?" Hound Dog questioned Power Loader who was finishing the welding in the walls before Cementoss closed them up.

"Of course," Power Loader shook his head again, he'd been getting comments like that all day, likely because the school was so close to beginning the new year, and this time with a special student. "Now git on outta here before I clobber you with my wrench." he threatened his colleague.

"Nemuri, we have built a side entrance that will bypass the dorms," Nezu showed his employee the extra entrance to the housing. "This will allow you to enter without exposing that you are coming each night. I hope this helps in some way." He awkwardly said as Nemuri sadly looked at the darkened door that was nearly identical to the wall to make it less conspicuous. "For what it is worth, I am sorry you are being made to do this."

"Thank you sir," Nemuri quietly responded. "I guess it's the best you can do given the circumstances."

"If you need time or, heaven forbid he is too," stopping as he was unsure how to even phrase the question. "I will do what I can for you, I promise."

"Thank you," she said as she walked away from the reminder of what she was ordered to do.

'Prince or not, I will keep my staff safe,' Nezu resolutely said to himself.

"Bye sweetie," Inko waved off her son as he headed out the door wearing the gray school uniform.

Izuku blushed as he walked down the line of staff who were there to see him off, which served to increase the amount he was embarrassed by an incredible factor. Finally he managed to make it out the door and away from the palace, which was far enough away to not hear the laughter of the adults. "Oh I love doing that to him" All for One barked out a laugh as he had instructed his staff a long time ago to make sure they did stuff like this to mess with his son.

Izuku waved to the crowds of reporters who showed up at the gates to get photos of the prince. He tried to be quick so they wouldn't disrupt any of the other students who were trying to get onto the campus. Finally after far longer than he would have liked he managed to get into the building and was walking down the hall, looking for the 1-A classroom.

"Finally," Izuku sighed as he found the room, only to be stunned when he opened the door and found two people arguing.

"Get your feet off the desk," Iida scolded.

"Make me," Bakugo retorted as he barked out a laugh as the other boy was getting so worked up.

"Kacchan," Izuku sighed, he was doing that a lot lately. "Do you have to antagonize people on the first day?" Izuku asked as he took a seat near the back, choosing to be by a window and behind Bakugou.

"Only those beneath me, so everyone you worthless fuck," Bakugo cackled as the class gasped at how he was speaking to the Prince.

Shaking his head at the ego his friend had. "You know, you could try to make friends?" Izuku suggested. "Oh hey," Izuku waved to the blue haired teen who had helped him during the entrance exam.

"I don't need friends, when I can have worshipers." Bakugo arrogantly declared.

"Everyone make sure you take your seats." Aizawa said as he entered the classroom. He held a folder which contained profiles on each of the students in his class. Normally he'd make them all do a test to determine how committed they are to this career path, with the threat of fake expulsion to get them to push themselves. In this class however, that tactic might not work out the way it normally would. And it all stemmed from one student. Deciding to play it safe to gauge the personality of the Prince, which did mean a whole lot to himself as he was certain that the Prince acted completely differently in the public sphere so drawing out his reactions would be difficult at best.

"My name is Shota Aizawa, I am also known as Eraserhead," the teacher introduced himself to the class. "Now we will need to make sure we cover some ground rules before we go on to introductions." He looked around the room before he pulled out the carefully prepared script Nezu had drafted.

It was professional, logical and made no mention of any particular student, namely the one who was the reason for these rules being implemented. "First of all, you will treat each other with the respect you expect to be treated with yourselves, secondly, you are all here to learn, disrupting others education for malicious reasons will result in disciplinary action, thirdly, while you are here, you are all students and are required to listen to the guidance of the instructors, use of your quirks in careless fashion can cause injury or death to those around you and will not be tolerated."

He looked around the room to gauge the reactions, which were mostly nods as this seemed pretty standard fare for them all to hear, however he had been expecting more of a reaction from the prince. When he finished with the rules the class was quietly waiting for him to continue the lesson.

"Good, now let's get to at least know each other's names." Aizawa nodded to the first person in the front row.

So far there were no issues with the students, each of them stated their name, their quirk and a little detail about themselves. It only got awkward when a blonde kid stood up. "I am Katsuki Bakugo, my quirk is explosions, and I am better than all of you!" he arrogantly declared.

"You know you could try to change up your speech, it's the same one you gave in junior high," Izuku shook his head as he tried not to chuckle, getting to hear it every year without fail had become a sort of entertaining start of the year ritual.

"Why change perfection?" Katsuki snorted as he sat back down, meaning it was Izuku's turn to give his introduction.

"Well might as well," Izuku shrugged as he stood up. "My name is Izuku Shigaraki, my quirk is fire breathing and I'm just really happy to be here." He chuckled as he sat back down.

A buxom black haired young woman stood up next. "My name is Momo Yaoyorozu, my quirk is creation and I am betrothed to Prince Izuku." she stated to the shock of the other occupants of the room.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Izuku sputtered as this was the first he was hearing about this. "Since when?" he asked, not doubting it but wondering when this had been decided.

"Quite a few years ago, my parents were able to convince the king that I would be a suitable partner for yourself and as such my family business has flourished by providing high quality equipment and technologies to his soldiers." Momo explained as her parents had informed her when she was young enough to understand her future responsibilities.

Izuku stood up from his desk suddenly. "I need to make a phone call, may I be excused?" he asked even though his tone said this wasn't a discussion.

Nodding Aizawa gestured to the door when Izuku stomped out hitting a button to call his father.

The 1-A students sat in awkward silence as they could hear the prince yelling at his father in the hallway. "What do you mean, I'm betrothed?"

"It means you will be getting married." All for One answered as he signed some documents.

"I know what the fucking word means. Are you insane, when the hell were you planning on telling me this, because I just found out, from the girl I'm supposedly marrying?!" Izuku's voice rising in volume.

"No, and I am your father, you will not take that tone with me." All for One warned. "The plan was to tell you when you were ready."

"I'll take whatever tone I want with you, you can't just sign me away like that, what made you think this was a good idea?"

"I didn't, your mother did... Izuku... he hung up." All for One looked at his phone confused when he heard the beeping of an ended call. With a shrug he returned to the mountain of paperwork on his desk.

Izuku quickly went back into the room and sat quietly at his desk. It was one thing for him to be mad that his father was pulling strings behind the curtains, but this was his mother.

"Deku?" Katsuki wondered what the sudden shift in behavior was about.

"My mother arranged this," Izuku's lip twitched. "Well, that uh, yep, totally fine, nope no complaints from me. I'm a good son." He muttered nervously for the class to hear.

"Wait he's fine with yelling at his father, the king, but his mother is what scares him?" Kaminari bluntly asked with complete lack of grace and subtlety.

"You have never met my mother," Izuku darkly said. "There is a reason she is Queen."

After Aizawa directed the rest of the students to finish their introductions, it was time for their first lessons. Which for the most part went fairly well, until Art History, with Ms. Midnight. The students could tell there was some tension, but they didn't know what it could be and didn't think it was their place to even ask.

Finally lunch rolled around and the students began to file into the cafeteria for the best lesson of the day. "Huh, katsudon," Izuku hummed as he saw his favorite dish was served at U.A. "That's cool," he smiled as he got a bowl of the pork dish.

"Hello," Momo said as she stood next to Izuku, who sat at a table by himself, none of the other students feeling brave enough to join him for a meal. "May I join you?"

"Sure, please do, I'd hate to take up an entire table to myself, and I guess we should at least get to know each other," he sighed as he knew it would be for the best to at least become friends with his fiance.

"Thank you," Momo smiled as she took a seat next to her future husband. "So..." she said as she wanted to start a conversation, but she had no idea how to. For years she had been aware that she was to be marrying the Prince, so a lot of her life was shaped around that future, when word hit the public that he was going to attend U.A. her parents got her a recommendation slot in the school, so that she would be near him, but the issue she was having is she knew so little about how to interact with other people her own age she was frightened by the prospect of screwing this all up.

"So Momo, you don't mind if you call you by your first name do you?" Izuku asked politely.

"Not at all my prince," Momo nodded her head.

"Okay, don't my prince me please, my name is Izuku, let's try that instead," Izuku said, hoping to skip over the awkward formalities.

"Certainly Izuku," Momo capitulated to the command. "Will you be wanting to fulfill parts of the contract tonight?" She inquired as the business and technical aspects of the agreement between families would be easier to discuss as she had practically memorized that document.

"And that would mean?" Izuku inquired as he took a sip of his drink.

"We would consummate our relationship," Momo responded with a blush.

Izuku began to hack and cough as his drink caught in his throat. "What?" he managed to wheeze out as he cleaned up the mess he made with some napkins.

"Yes, it would mean that we would be... intimate, with one another," Momo quietly said.

"Jeez, that's moving a little fast don't you think?" Izuku asked, not opposed to having sex, but he didn't want to have it with just anyone.

"I assumed that you would like to sample, your future wife."

Izuku slowly nodded his head. "Okay, yeah, I'm gonna need to see that contract, there is no fucking way my parents wrote that," Izuku rummaged around for his phone. "They wouldn't be that stupid."

"Hello sweetie," Inko said as she answered her son's call. "Is this about the contract we wrote up?" Having been alerted that her son was a tad miffed about this sudden revelation.

"Yes, yes it is," Izuku sighed. "Momo just informed me that parts of the deal were to be, you know, active with each other." Hoping he didn't have to talk to his mother about it, despite his history with the Wild Wild Pussycats and his parents knowing about that, he still didn't want to discuss that with them.

"I don't see what the problem is," Inko wondered. "You didn't have a problem with those other women, or is it that she's too young for you?" Inquiring if maybe her son could only get it up for older women.

"It's not that. She's a very beautiful girl, but, where's the romance," Izuku asked, while a lot of the sex with the Wild Wild Pussycats was wild sex, on just as many occasions there was passion, tenderness and love. "We need to talk about this."

"If that's what you think is best," Inko mused as she continued what she was doing, signing a few documents. "I'll have her parents brought to the palace and someone will come and collect you and Ms. Yaoyorozu."

"Thank you," Izuku sighed. "I just, this got dumped on me suddenly and I don't know what to do."

"Okay baby, Mommy will make sure you're happy," Inko promised as she hung up. "With all of your wives," a soft giggle turned into maniacal laughter as she moved to the next marriage contract for her son. "I'll show him those later."

The day wasn't even halfway done and Izuku was already getting a headache. "So, what do you like to do in your free time?" Izuku asked Momo who had been patiently waiting for him to finish his call with his mother.

"I like studying, it helps me to better use my quirk," Momo answered.

"Cool, what does your quirk do?" Izuku nodded as he wasn't sure studying would have to do with a quirk, which made that all the more intriguing.

"My quirk is called creation," she said as she made a little doll of Izuku in her hand. "I am capable of turning the lipids in my body into other objects so long as I know their atomic structure." Momo extended her hand out of the doll she had made to Izuku.

Taking the stuffed toy and inspecting it. "Okay, first of all, that's the coolest quirk I have ever seen," Izuku said in amazement. "And yes, I am including my parent's quirks."

"More importantly you must be a genius to learn all of this and be able to put it to use," Izuku gushed as he couldn't even begin to comprehend how much information and time it would take to be able to use this quirk for even simple tasks.

"It's not that impressive," Momo blushed as she hadn't expected to be given such high praise for her abilities.

"It's down right magic, you are practically a walking fusion reactor," Izuku shook his head. "Your quirk alone could revolutionize so many fields of science and everyday life, it's no wonder you got into U.A."

"I'm a recommendation student," Momo sadly said. "I didn't exactly earn my way into the course."

"I disagree, Nezu would have to be a moron to let someone like you go," Izuku said fervently in the camp that Momo deserved to be here. "You are going to help so many people with your quirk and U.A. is going to make sure you are able to use it to its absolute best."

Tucking her head down to hide her pink cheeks, Momo prodded at her lunch. "Thank you Izuku," quietly responding to his kind words.

The rest of the day went without complication, an introduction to what the heroics course would be based off of and finally the first days lessons were over. Izuku was grateful that he would be free of living in the palace and would be in the Heights Alliance dorms. No servants to dance around, no overbearing parents to try to avoid, he was finally given a chance to live less like a prince and more like a normal student.

"If she's not satisfactory Izuku," All for One tapped his fingers on the table as the royal family sat with the Yaoyorozus to discuss the marriage between their children.

"Can you please stop threatening everyone," Izuku groaned.

"It's not a threat," All for One disagreed with his son's assessment of his words.

"It is, you are such a dad, look, Momo is a great girl, from the one day I've known her," Izuku sighed. "And if, I said IF, she wants to date, we can, you know try that. But it's going to be because SHE wants to, not some piece of paper said she has too." Izuku pointed his cutlery at his father threateningly.

"I don't see why you are angry with me," swirling a glass of wine around as he rolled his eyes from his son's tantrum. "I'm not the one who wrote up the contract."

"Yes, but I'm not going to start swearing at mom, so you get to deal with it," Izuku snorted as he would be a fool to take his frustrations out on his mother.

"Fair enough," All for One nodded at the sensibility of the action. "So what do you propose?"

"Stay out of it," Izuku requested. "Let Momo and I sort out how we feel about this, maybe we do form a connection, maybe we don't but you have to let us go at our own pace without the threat of some contract hanging over her head."

"It's no trouble at all Izuku," Momo said. "If you wanted to use me, then it's okay, I have prepared myself for this."

"What the fuck did you teach your daughter?!" Izuku gasped at that response before turning to her parents.

"Just to fulfill her duties." Mr. Yaoyorozu explained. "She understands what she is to do. We all do, you seem to be the only one that has a hang up."

"That's it, I'm going outside, where there is sanity," Izuku stormed out of the room in a huff. Momo pushed away from the table to chase down her betrothed.

Once the children had left the room, an awkward silence filled the air before the adults started to snort and giggle. "Oh I can't believe how easy that is." Mrs. Yaoyorozu wiped a tear from her eye.

"I know, for how smart those two are, they really can't tell when they are being messed with," Inko fanned her face, having to take large gulps of air to calm herself down.

Izuku couldn't even look at Momo for how ashamed he felt, not at her, she was just a pawn in her's and his own parent's game of politics and business. His headache was pounding and he knew that he'd have a rough time getting to sleep tonight, unless he took care of something.

"She does look really good," sizing her up, Momo was incredibly beautiful. And no one could say she wasn't appealing. Izuku was sure that she'd feel soft in all the right places, tender and. "Gaaah," Izuku groaned as he pulled his gaze off of the girl. "Come on Izuku you are better than this, she doesn't have a choice, Ryuko, Shino and Tomoko didn't have any threat hanging over their heads. I mean kind of, but," Izuku's rational brain sending him incredibly mixed thoughts on his situation.

Thankfully the drive back up to U.A. was surprisingly short, so that Izuku could hurry into the dorms and lock himself away before he did something he was going to regret in the morning.

To his surprise, he heard the sound of someone knocking on his door, looking over at the clock and seeing that it was nearing midnight, he wondered who it could possibly be. Cracking open the door, instead of one of his classmates like he had suspected, it was one of his teachers.

"Ms. Midnight?" Izuku looked confused why she was here at this hour, as far as he knew there shouldn't be a need for a teacher to come see him.

Slowly stepping into the room, Nemuri tugged at her mini skirt. "Um, I'm here, to, help you." She said nervously as she looked around the room, anything but at the young man she had been given orders to take care of.

"Oh?" Izuku mouthed in confusion before he remembered something. "Oooooh," he said knowingly. "That's great, how did you know I needed you?"

"Your, um father, he came to see the U.A. staff and told me, I would be... servicing you," Nemuri gulped back her fear as she turned to at least look at the prince.

"That's really nice of him, always thinking of my needs, never had anything like this at the palace," Izuku smiled as he was glad his dad was working to help him out now that he would be on his own. "I normally took care of it myself, but it's just not the same, and even when some of the servants helped, it could still take hours."

"H-hours," Nemuri's voice cracked as the idea of hours of "activity" was daunting. "That's," she paused to find her courage and not run screaming from the room. "Impressive."

"Annoying really," Izuku shrugged. "I just want to be done with it, but, I have to do it the right way, even if it takes longer, if I'm taking up so much of someone else's time they should at least get some enjoyment out of it."

"That's considerate," Nemuri nodded, hoping that this would mean that Izuku wouldn't be rough with her and treat her like an object.

"It helps, that way the staff don't go out of their way to avoid me, some of them even volunteer because they said they liked it." Izuku smirked proudly that he didn't mistreat anyone.

"Oh, re-really," Nemuri stuttered as she didn't know how to respond to that. "We-well, let's ge-get started, where should we begin?"

Chuckling a bit, Izuku gently gripped Ms. Midnight's hand and led her across the room. "I find that the bed is the most effective place," he said as he pulled the covers back and sat down.

"Ye-yeah," Nemuri agreed as there might not be a point in dancing around the issue and at least getting right to the main event would mean it could be over sooner.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Izuku asked as he waited for his teacher to help him, not wanting to be demanding with her since she was doing this for him.

Slowly tugging at her blouse's buttons she started to take off her top. After disrobing down to her lingerie, she tried to cover herself because she was still embarrassed about doing this. "Does this, please you?" She tried to ask huskily but it ended up coming out more like a squeak.

Izuku blinked rapidly as this had gone an ENTIRELY different direction than he had thought. "Well, yeah, you look amazing," honestly replying to the question, she was sexy woman, and while he wondered why she was taking her clothes off, he did recall that her quirk comes out of the pores on her skin so in a way, this might make it easier for her, even if it's a little embarrassing. Which only meant he should do everything he could to make it easier, and if telling her she was beautiful made her less self-conscious about the whole deal, then he was going to damn well do it.

"Thank you," Nemuri bit her lip as she tried to sexy walk over to Izuku only to stumble on the way over and fall onto him. "Dammit," she cursed as she scrambled to try and recover from this blunder. Only to hear the prince chuckled.

"It's okay Ms. Midnight, you don't have to go so far, it's a little different, but, it's not that bad," Izuku tried to help calm her down. "Look, I'm in the bed, so let's just get this over with okay, then we can both go about as if this didn't happen," offering her way out of this situation without having to feel awkward about it.

"Ye-yeah," catching onto his words, "Just get it over with and pretend it's all a dream."

Nodding in agreement. "Yeah that's the right attitude," smiling as he laid back. "Well, I'm ready."

Nemuri gulped as she lifted her leg to straddle Izuku, "Just, close your eyes Nemuri and think of work. That's all this is, just work." pressing her hands onto Izuku's chest, as she began to shake her hips.

"What are you doing?" Izuku tilted his head in confusion.

"I'm helping you." Nemuri answered as while she might not be the best at this, she knew how to get the job done.

"And that requires you to grind on me?" Izuku asked.

"Yes, I know how to do it," Nemuri crossed her arms in a huff. "Unbelievable."

"Why aren't you just using your quirk?" sitting up on his elbow. "I mean, that feels great, but..."

"But what?" Nemuri hissed. "Your father came and ordered me to service you, and I am."

Blinking for a moment as his tired mind pieced together where his understanding and her's did not connect. "Oh for fuck's sake, I am going to murder him." Izuku shouted as he pushed Nemuri off of him. "Where the fuck is my phone, no, screw it, I'm not giving him a warning, I'm just going to go up to the palace and shoot him in the fucking face." Izuku stomped around the room looking for his shoes and some clothes to quickly put on.

"What the hell is going on!" Nemuri screamed at Izuku, not worried about being heard since Powerloader ensured her that this room was completely sound proof.

"He ordered you to fuck me, that gigantic egotistical asshole," Izuku said angrily as he finally found his other shoe. "All I need is someone to help me get to sleep at night, and he decides to force an innocent women to have sex with me, because sure it helps, but, I can't believe the lack of respect."

"Excuse me, help you get to sleep." Nemuri wondered as she watched this young man prepare to commit regicide.

"Yes, I have insomnia, had it for years, can't sleep without a ton of physical activity since pills don't work," Izuku ranted. "Normally I just do a bunch of exercise to tire me out enough to finally sleep, but I thought you were here because your quirk would be perfect for this, but no. Just because having sex with the other girls works, he doesn't use his brain at all and instead of having you use your quirk, he demands you fuck me," Izuku shouted as he finally gathered up enough of his belongings to go back to the palace. He decided he could pick up a weapon along the way or just go to the armory and grab something from there, whichever was easier.

"I-," Nemuri paused as she thought about what Izuku was saying. "I think that's what he meant, we all just assumed the worst."

"What?" Izuku stopped before he grabbed the doorknob and turned back to his teacher.

"Yeah, he uh, showed up during the entrance exam and wanted to see how you were doing, and told me that you would need my services," Nemuri scratched her cheek. "I guess, I just assumed you were some spoiled brat and I didn't want him to kill me or take my quirk so I agreed."

Taking a deep breath Izuku stepped away from the door and crossed the room to sit back on his bed. "That's," throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. "You are a beautiful woman Ms. Midnight, and I'd be a fool to not want to sleep with you, but, I will not force you to do that."

"I won't let my father force you to do that," Izuku promised. "If you want to, you can walk out this door, and go about your business and I'll sort it out with my father in the morning."

"Well, I mean, I sort of prepared myself for this," Nemuri rubbed her arm.

"Because you didn't think you had a choice," Izuku exclaimed.

"Yeah but, I mean, now I do," Nemuri shrugged. "And I already sort of convinced myself this was happening so."

With a groan Izuku flopped onto the soft bed. "Is today, women say they are fine with sleeping with me day?"

Laying down next to him, Nemuri stared at the prince, a young man who acted completely different to how she expected him to. "I mean, if anyone could have a holiday like that, it would be you."

Letting out a sarcastic laugh, Izuku turned his head to look at Ms. Midnight. "You are hilarious, did anyone tell you that." Dryly responding to her joke.

"Pfft, you're just jealous," Nemuri chuckled.

"Of what?" Izuku rolled his eyes before his vision was filled by Nemuri's body. "Oh right that."

"Damn straight," Nemuri licked her finger and put it on her hips while making a hissing sound.

"Okay, so you aren't going to fuck me." Izuku settled back on the bed.

"That's not off the table." Nemuri waggled a finger at him. "Don't go writing off the best thing that would ever happen to you."

"Well, even if we do, it's not going to be tonight," Izuku smirked. "This is so weird, how about we just get some sleep and then, once we're both thinking straight, we can decide on anything then?" As he expected her to just be playing it safe but that if he could avoid this for tonight, then she'd never bring it back up again.

"Fair enough, but..." Nemuri said as she made herself comfortable on the bed. "I expected to be here for a while, and I'm not getting on a stupid train to go back home and sleep for a couple of hours only to have to rush back up here in the morning, so scoot over," she said as she pulled up the sheets around her.

"Fine," Izuku rolled his eyes as he got under the sheets as well. "If anyone asks though, what do we say?"

"The staff all know, or at least, they all came to the same conclusion as I did, so they aren't going to say anything, because if things had gone that way, I'd have just kicked them in their dicks if they did."

"Huh, that's," letting out a yawn as he saw purple glitters in the air. "fun."

"At least I know you weren't kidding when you said you liked what you saw," Nemuri smiled triumphantly, as the more attracted to her the person was, the faster her quirk took affect and Izuku was already asleep after a few seconds of her activating her quirk. "Now let's just see what we're working with here." Licking her lips as she lifted up Izuku's waistband, after all she was pretty sure it was going to be used on her, so she felt she had a right to see what it might have been like. "Hmm, nice cock bro," Nemuri said happily, patting his crotch as she covered him back up. "At least if we do it, it's going to be pretty enjoyable," Nemuri smirked as she knew that his size would feel great.

Izuku hummed happily in his sleep, one of the few night's he has had recently where he would get more than a couple of hours of rest. Who knew what else lay in store for him at this school.

"Soon my child," a man cackled as he looked at a floating creature in a large tank. "Soon you will prove you are superior to them all, and will secure my place in the history books." The hulking creature with black skin slowly began to stir as it neared its completion.