Got an urge to write IzuMei so here we are. Enjoy!


"So, boobs or ass?" Todoroki asked before casually slurping on his soba.

His two friends, however, were far less casual with their reactions and began choking on their lunches.

"Todoroki, we're UA students!" Iida scolded incredulously. "How could you ask something so absurd?"

"With my words." He replied stoically, before turning to the still-choking Izuku. "I heard that it's a good conversation topic among friends, and if you'd like my opinion then boobs are superior." Todoroki spoke with such eloquence that you could almost mistake the subject of the debate for academics as opposed to breasts. "Midoriya, your thoughts?"

Izuku put on a show of trying to cease his incessant coughing, but realistically he was trying to prolong the time he spent choking in the hopes that Todoroki would give up and drop the question.

Where the hell did that come from? Prior to today he was around 90% certain the socially inept boy didn't even know what boobs were, but the fact that he had the gall to compare them with other features spoke paragraphs about how much of an enigma Todoroki was.

"Are you alright? You've been coughing for a while." Todoroki asked in concern.

Time to put his A-class acting skills to good use.

"Y-yeah—ahem—I'm just—cough—fine." Izuku gasped out.

Iida narrowed his eyes. "Did you just say cough?"

Damn - he was busted.

He should've known Iida was impossible to deceive. Regardless, he wasn't going to let his friend off the hook for throwing him under the bus.

Izuku tossed his facade away and stared Iida dead in the eye. "Well, shouldn't you answer first?" He inquired innocently. "You are our class rep, after all, so leading by example should be your job."

Silent anticipation reigned across the table until Iida bit the bullet replied through grit teeth. "…ass."

He caught a hint of betrayal flash through Iida's eyes, which only transmuted into malicious glee as a shout resonated through the lunch hall.

"Muscles!"

A chill ran up Izuku's spine and he instinctively ducked under the table.

"If either of you rat me out I'm breaking your noses in training." Izuku harshly whispered, attempting to look intimidating despite cowering by their legs.

"Muscles! Where are you?" Izuku heard the voice drawing nearer to the table and whispered a silent prayer to any existing deities that they'd bail him out of this situation.

"Hatsume - here's over here!"

Izuku snapped his gaze towards Iida in betrayal.

"You…you—"

"Apologies Midoriya, but I'm afraid I had to do my duty." Iida didn't even bother looking apologetic as a small smirk formed on his face. "As class rep."

Before he could shout expletives at the spectacled teen he felt a hand grab at his wrist.

"There you are!" Izuku couldn't muster the mental strength to struggle and simply allowed himself to be dragged out from under the table.

Evidently, Hatsume wasn't expecting the lack of resistance as she added an unreasonable amount of strength into her pull, successfully dragging Izuku out but incidentally causing him to stumble and fall onto her.

"B-boobs…" Izuku squeaked, his body frozen as he felt the mounds press tightly against his chest.

"See, Iida? 2-1." Todoroki pointed out before going back to his soba.

Izuku hastily rose to his feet before bowing stiffly. "Sorry! I didn't expect you to pull so hard, so I didn't have the time to adjust my—"

"Stopped listening already." Hatsume interrupted his mumbling spree, getting up and dusting her overalls. "I got a job for you - you interested?"

Izuku's mind flashed to the last few times he aided Hatsume with her ridiculous projects.

Truth be told, he loved working with her. She was a boundless ball of energy who's mind raced at speeds exceeding his own, so spending time with her was a huge breath of fresh air. He didn't have to worry about tempering himself, because Hatsume's eccentricity would always overshadow his own and make him seem tame in comparison.

He also might've, somewhat, possibly liked her.

On the other hand, Hatsume was outrageously reckless.

The last time he assisted her he ended up with a broken leg, 3 fractured ribs and he was almost certain one of his fingerprints was burned off.

Although he'd be lying if he said he regretted the damage - he dreaded to imagine Hatsume sustaining the injuries in his place had he not been there.

"Fine…" Izuku relented with a sigh.

"Great!" She cheered, spontaneously jumping at Izuku and forcing him to reflexively catch her in a bridal carry.

"H—hatsume!"

"Off we go - use that quirk of yours and get us to the workshop!"

Izuku was about to vehemently decline as he could vividly picture Iida's inevitable aneurism at the violation of school rules.

Then he remembered Iida was part of the reason he was stuck in this situation and chose to activate Full Cowl instead.

"Midoriya - no quirk usage in the cafeteria!" Iida immediately began chopping his hands in the air.

Izuku didn't have any free hands to flip his friend off, so he opted for sticking his tongue out childishly before zooming off to the support workshop.


"—and if I use 17% instead of the regular 20%, I'd still probably be able to use Air Force, but—

"Wrench."

Izuku held his pencil between his teeth and used his now free hand to grab the tool, seamlessly passing it over to her as he grabbed the pencil once again and continued speaking while taking notes. "—the trade-off isn't exactly worth it, since the air blasts lose the majority of their structure."

"Have you tried adjusting the actual motion of your flicks?" Hatsume inquired as she tinkered with her project. "From how strong your quirk is, I'm not sure if simply 'flicking differently' is enough to make up for a 3% difference in power, but you might be able to keep the air bullet more condensed."

Izuku paused his note taking and absentmindedly began chewing on his pencil. "I could adjust my flicking form, but using above 14% ends up damaging me, even if it's minor muscle tears. My current form is meant to minimise the damage I do to myself while maximising my power output."

Izuku watched Hatsume halt in her tinkering and turn to face him with a manic gleam shining across her goggles.

"You know what that means, right?" Mei inquired, a smile slowly forming.

"That you're going to finish your current project before irresponsibly tackling another?" He responded, trying to muster a sliver of hope.

To his disappointment, Hatsume shook her head and her grin was fully formed. "Nope - time to make another baby!"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Izuku snapped his head toward the workshop entrance and caught sight of Kaminari leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah, you sorta were." The girl pouted lightly. "We were just about to begin another round of baby-making—"

"No, you're interrupting nothing." Izuku interjected before they began barrelling towards a misunderstanding. "Do you need anything?"

"Well, actually…" Kaminari scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "I think I managed to increase my electricity output, so I might need an upgrade to my—"

"Upgrade? Why didn't you just say so!" Hatsume leapt to her feet, covering the distance between her and Kaminari in a split-second.

"Hatsume…" Izuku groaned, rising to his feet and grabbing a washcloth before walking over to her. "What did I say about greeting clients?"

Hatsume scrunched her nose in confusion. "Scream if they're creepy?"

"No—well, yes, but not that." He grabbed Hatsume softly by the jaw. "You need to clean the grime off your face."

Izuku wiped at the grease caking her forehead as Hatsume scowled. "I can do this myself, y'know."

"Well you haven't proven that to me yet." Izuku did a final wipe around her cheeks before judging her to be presentable. "There, all done." He smiled at her, only to notice red dusting her cheeks in place of the grime.

Did he perhaps miss a spot?

Izuku raised the washcloth to her face again before Hatsume batted it away and crossed her arms over her chest. "You don't need to worry about every speck of dirt, Dad."

"Oho?" Kaminari smirked. "You've already got her calling you daddy? You work fast, Midoriya!" He clapped Izuku over the back with a chuckle.

"Hatsume, we're working on our new baby." Izuku levelled a deadpan stare at Kaminari. "Sorry, workshop's closed."

"Come on dude, cut me some slack" The blond whined. "What happened to brothers over booty? Crew over coochie?"

"Out."

Hatsume tilted her head in confusion. "What's a coochie?"

"Oh!" Kaminari perked up. "Well, you see—"

Izuku raised his right hand in his direction. "Delaware…"

"Wait MiDORIYA—"


Izuku stared at Hatsume, who appeared uncharacteristically nervous as she shuffled from foot to foot, holding his new Air Force gloves in her hands.

He noted that they were significantly bulkier, but he had faith in her abilities so he chose to assume it wouldn't hinder him in combat.

Izuku chose to break the silence lest they remain in the grassy field for the rest of the day. "So these gloves are meant to give my 17% air blasts enough structure for an impactful attack?"

"Hm?!" Hatsume jumped, nearly dropping the gloves but managing to fumble them between her hands to prevent them from hitting the ground. "I mean, yep!" She beamed at him, regaining her composure. "These babies should be just perfect for you!"

Izuku processed her strange behaviour and instinctively took a step back. "You're not nervous they're gonna explode, are you?"

"Oh, no, that won't happen." Hatsume brushed off before furrowing her eyebrows. "At least, that shouldn't happen." Her smile returned in full force. "But then again, what fun is life without a little risk?"

Izuku sighed and chose to simply cut his losses. As long as he kept Full Cowl active, the durability boost should keep him safe from any explosions these gloves could cause him.

Unless for some ungodly reason Hatsume packed the gloves with Uranium or a similar element, but he was sure her unique brand of insanity didn't stretch to that level.

"Come on, try 'em!" Hatsume tossed the gloves at him, which Izuku caught and cautiously wore.

The first thing he noticed was that they were undoubtedly heavier than his original model. The second was that his fingers felt a little more restricted when it came to dexterity.

Izuku looked in Hatsume's direction. "Are you sure they'll work?"

"Mhm." She hummed in affirmation. "Just make sure you aim in the sky's direction instead of towards a tree."

Oh well - here goes nothing.

Izuku raised his hands in the air, firing up Full Cowl before increasing the output in his hands to roughly 17% and firing.

What he didn't expect was for literal lasers to shoot out of his gloves.

He observed the small plasma beams soar into the sky before inexplicably exploding in a see of pink and green. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say they were fireworks.

As if his shock couldn't grow any stronger, he began seeing the sparkling light form words in the sky.

Wanna date? From Mei

Izuku's eyes widened and flashed his gaze towards Hatsume, who's nervousness seemed to resurface in full force.

"I sorta ran out of supplies, so I couldn't fit in half the stuff I wanted to ." She chuckled awkwardly. "It's just that you're smart. And caring. And you actually care about my babies, so I couldn't really help but fall for you."

Izuku could only stare in bewilderment.

He honestly believed he was the only one who cherished their time spent together, so hearing that Hatsume actually liked him was astonishing.

"You don't have to answer now or anything." She waved her hands placatingly in the air. "You can take a few days, and come—"

"Yes." Izuku interrupted. "I like you. A lot." He emphasised. "And I'd love to spend more time with you."

Izuku watched Hatsume shoot a radiant smile at him. "I wish I could hug you right now." She laughed, scratching at her cheek.

"Huh? Why can't you?" Izuku screwed his nose in confusion.

Hatsume pointed towards his hands. "The gloves are on fire."


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