"So, let me get this straight," Mineta said for the third time, "Izuku Midoriya has a naked woman in his room right now? "
Kaminari nodded, surrounded by shocked classmates as he relayed his tale.
"Yeah," he said, "I went to check in because I thought I heard someone screaming, and then I saw it clear as day! They were standing right there, and the girl was completely naked! I got out of there quick, but I swear, Izuku was completely calm, like this happened to him every day!"
Mineta muttered, "He's a god among men…" as he clenched his fists in envy.
"Okay, Kaminari, we believe you," Mina said, "even if it's just because you look too traumatized to be making this up. But now, we have to ask the more important question: who was it? "
Kaminari replied, "I have no idea! I didn't get a good look, and she wasn't looking at me, but I did see that she had black hair, and it was kinda spiky like Yaomomo's."
As soon as he said that, everyone swiveled to look at Yaoyorozu, who was sitting in the common room along with everyone else, clustered around Kaminari as he relayed the juiciest gossip they'd had in weeks.
Yaoyorozu looked at them blankly.
Mina asked, "Yaomomo, did you fuck Midoriya and not tell me?"
The refined girl blushed furiously and blurted, "What? No! I didn't do anything like that!"
Mina eyes her suspiciously. "Riiight," she said, "okay then. Maybe one of the 1-B girls?"
Kaminari shook his head. "I don't think so. None of them have spiky black hair like that," he said.
Hagakure crossed her arms as she said, "Then who could it be? Midoriya isn't the type for one-night stands, so it has to be someone he's been dating and just didn't tell us. But how did they get into the dorms without us noticing?"
"Maybe it's a villain?" Sero offered.
Jirou, not thrilled about Kaminari interrupting her nice, peaceful morning, snapped, "Do you see Midoriya having sex with a villain, Sero?"
The plain-faced boy looked downcast. "No…" he admitted.
Mineta asserted, "I'm telling you, it's definitely Midnight! It has to be!"
Nobody listened to him.
"Well, I guess we'll just ask them when they come downstairs," Mina said, pulling her chair around so that absolutely nothing could escape her coming down the stairs.
Meanwhile, Izuku was watching Nana push open his window and step out onto the ledge outside.
"Uh, Nana, why aren't we going downstairs?" he asked.
She shot him a look that made him feel like an idiot. "Because I'd rather figure out what we're actually going to do before dealing with your class, rather than just saying that I'm your girlfriend and expecting that to be the end of it," she replied.
"But you are my girlfriend, at least as of five minutes ago," Izuku pointed out.
Nana stood on the ledge, hands on her hips, and said, "Yeah, but once your class knows that, they'll all want to know where I'm from and why I got to transfer to UA. Speaking of which, we need to find your mentor and see about letting me actually do that, so the lie, y'know, doesn't get exposed instantly."
Izuku gulped; he hadn't even thought about that. "Okay, I see your point," he said, "so, no stairs. But...how are you planning to get to the UA campus instead?"
The you-are-an-idiot look returned to Nana's face, although just like before, it was a fond kind of exasperation.
It made Izuku feel warm and fuzzy to have someone look at him that tenderly, even when he vaguely felt like he was being insulted.
"I'm going to fly, obviously," Nana replied.
Izuku said confusedly, "Um, but didn't you, ah, fall last time you tried that?"
Nana rolled her eyes and said, "Because I wasn't expecting to suddenly start flying, Izuku. If I was, I would totally have caught your friend, easily."
Izuku didn't look convinced, so Nana continued, "Look, using your quirk is like riding a bike. You never really forget. I'm sure I can fly up to UA, no problem."
Izuku asked, "Actually, that reminds me about another question I have. What's up with your memories, anyway? It seems like you remember a lot of things, but also like you don't remember anything. What's up with that?"
Nana scratched her head; it was a good question, and she had no idea what the answer was. She explained, "Yeah, it's really weird. As far as I can tell, I have a pretty solid grasp on everything up until I hit the age I am right now the first time around, but after that, everything's full of holes. I have vague impressions of things and people that I think were especially memorable or important, but huge chunks of my life are just...missing. Even with that, though, anything that's on the level of instincts, reflexes, or muscle memory seems like it's still there, so my quirk is still as strong as it ever was. I just...forgot that I had it, that first time. Maybe context affects what I remember?"
Izuku nodded; it was as good a theory as any. Then, another thought struck him. "You said your quirk was Float...but can you still use One For All?"
Nana hadn't even tried it yet. She said, "Well, time to find out!"
She closed her eyes and called on the power she'd honed to a perfect edge, and it responded like an old friend, but just a tiny bit...strange.
Izuku's strange noises got Nana to open her eyes, and then she started to freak out a little.
She vaguely remembered something like this happening, but it was still bizarre to see the arm she'd used One For All in humming with purple lightning.
"Huh," she said, "I guess I can still use it."
Izuku had his eyes closed, too; Nana felt his presence slip into her mind, examining the way she was feeling and comparing it to his own power.
Finally, he withdrew, and opened his eyes. "That's really weird," Izuku said, "it's definitely One For All, but...I didn't give it to you, and it feels...weaker, somehow, than mine."
Nana shrugged. "It's the same strength I always had, I think. Maybe when I got...photocopied out of your head, it included both of my quirks? So you still have your One For All, but this is mine, at the strength of the seventh user instead of the ninth?" she suggested.
Izuku replied, "I suppose that makes sense. Hang on, does that mean that both of us could pass One For All on?"
Nana said, "Maybe? That's a question for another time, though. For now, hop on."
Izuku looked at her funny. "Excuse me? What did you say?" he asked, still standing at his window while Nana started to rise slowly off the window ledge into the air outside the dorms.
Nana replied, "You heard me, Izuku! Get on my back!"
She turned around, clearly expecting him to do what she said.
Izuku said, "Um, you do know that I'm bigger than you, right?"
Nana turned her head, and Izuku tried really hard not to think about how nice her ass looked when she was bent over like that.
"Izuku, I have carried people twice your weight out of burning buildings. Get on my back," she told him.
Izuku shrugged and clambered out of the window, closing it behind him.
As he tentatively hopped onto Nana's back, she called up One For All, the purple lightning singing around her body as she bore his weight easily.
He laced his fingers around her torso, and tried to ignore how close his hands were to her large breasts.
Nana said, "Why thank you, Izuku! I'm glad you think my tits are big. Oh, and my ass, too, let's not forget that."
He fucking hated telepathy.
"Now that's not very nice," Nana told him.
Then, she launched into the sky without warning, doing a crazy corkscrew as she shot straight up, laughing madly as she flew.
Izuku held on for dear life as he screamed, "WHAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCCCK!"
Nana laughed, "This is how you fly, Izuku!"
Then, she did a loop, leaving Izuku hanging on upside down as she flew ever higher.
He couldn't speak normally because he was too busy screaming, so for the second time, Izuku voluntarily used his connection with Nana.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THIS ISN'T THE WAY TO CAMPUS!" he yelled.
Nana replied, "Who cares? I haven't gotten to fly like this in so long!"
"You came back to life eight hours ago!" he shrieked in his head, trying not to fall off.
"Yeah, and I was dead for how long before that?" Nana said.
Izuku didn't agree with her logic, but he figured that she might take pity on him if he stopped talking.
She didn't.
More than a thousand feet below, Neito Monoma was on a morning walk when he heard a terrified scream from above.
Looking up, he saw...was that one of those Class A bastards, flying?
No, they were on top of someone else, who was flying.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
Couldn't Neito have one goddamn normal day?
Then, Neito watched as the person flying went into a sharp dive, only to pull up at the last second and go tearing past him at ridiculous speeds, buffeting him with wind.
Suddenly, Neito didn't envy Class A anymore.
Whoever that poor bastard was, they were not enjoying themselves, Neito was certain.
Well, back to his walk.
Just another day at UA, he supposed.
Eventually, Nana decided she'd put Izuku through enough.
Hey, in her defense, hearing him curse was really funny.
And having him cling to her like this meant she got to feel his warm hands on her body, and she definitely enjoyed that.
But she did still have to go find Toshi.
So at last, she aimed for where Izuku's memories told her UA was, and soon she was floating outside the giant glass building she remembered from years ago.
"I wonder how much this place has changed," she thought.
"Please, let me off…" Izuku begged.
"Fine. Do you know where Toshi's office is?" Nana huffed.
"Actually, he might be in the Principal's office, they usually have meetings on the weekends," Izuku said.
"Sounds good," Nana replied, "say, is Nezu still the principal?"
Izuku said, "Uh...yeah? Wait, how the FUCK has Nezu been the principal for...FIFTY YEARS, at LEAST? Isn't he a rodent? Those things have way shorter lifespans!"
Nana mentally shrugged. "Look, Izuku, Nezu is fucking terrifying, and probably an eldritch being. It's best to just follow Rule One of the UA Survival Guide," she told her boyfriend. (She liked thinking of Izuku as her boyfriend, it was very nice.)
"Wait, what's Rule One of the UA Survival Guide?" Izuku asked, "oh, and that's very cute, calling me your boyfriend."
Right, mental link.
"Well, Izuku," Nana said as she floated up towards the top of one of the towers where Nezu had his office, "Rule One is simple: Never, ever, under any circumstances, try to understand Nezu. You'll go insane, die, or probably both."
Izuku shuddered and replied, "You know what? That's fair."
Nana knew it was. As she approached the correct window, she asked, "Hey, Izuku, ready to have some fun?"
"Sure, even though I already know what you're about to do," came the reply.
She smirked. She loved doing this.
She reached up to the reflective glass, and started to knock, Izuku hanging on for dear life.
Toshinori was so engrossed in his conversation with Nezu that he didn't notice the ghost outside the window until the knocking started.
Confused, he looked up just as Nezu did the same.
There was a shattering sound as Toshinori's teacup slipped from his grasp and exploded on the floor.
"Impossible," he gasped, "it can't be…"
His mentor waved back at him from outside the window.
It brought back memories of the old days, when he was a student and got in trouble for one reason or another, and Nana would float up to the window, arriving to chastise him, or more likely, pretend to, only to give him a high five as soon as he was out of Nezu's office.
But Nana had been dead for decades. He'd watched her die.
And was that Izuku on her back?
Toshinori was unbelievably confused right now.
Nana had apparently gotten frustrated waiting for them to let her in, and she drew back a fist, about to punch through the glass.
Toshinori knew from his memory that she could, in fact, shatter the reinforced glass of Nezu's office windows if she was kept waiting long enough.
Luckily, Nezu reached for the remote on his desk, and simply made the window in front of Nana swing open, letting her float gently to the ground in the middle of the office.
Izuku untangled himself from her, and fell to his knees, clutching solid ground and looking like he wanted to kiss it.
For once, Toshinori ignored his successor. He reached for the woman who'd essentially adopted him as though his hand would pass right through her.
"N-Nana?" he whispered in disbelief, "you're...you're alive?"
Her face was still in her permanent smile, though her eyes were sad.
"I...I remember you," she said, "you're...Toshi? Sorry, my memory...isn't the best right now."
Toshinori was so confused. Did she not remember him?
Was this All For One's doing?
How?
He felt tears coming to his eyes as he said, "It's me, Nana. Not quite as strong as I was, but it's me. Don't you remember?"
She nodded slowly, face screwed up in intense concentration. She began slowly, "I...I remember...a crazy middle schooler who walked up to me and said he wanted to be a hero. I remember a quirkless kid who wanted to be the greatest hero the world had ever seen. I remember that kid being the most stubborn brat I've met. I...I remember throwing you to Sorahiko when I was about to die. How have you been these last thirty years, you crazy kid?"
Toshinori fell to his knees, weeping and smiling at the same time. His old wound wasn't hurting him anymore.
It felt as though the wound on his heart was filling in, too.
Nana was alive.
But Toshinori needed to know.
"How?" he asked, "how are you alive?"
Her smile was still a little sad as she jerked a thumb over her shoulder.
"To answer that," she replied, "you're gonna need to ask your kid over there. Great job finding him, by the way. I'm proud of you."
Toshinori turned to see Izuku staggering to his feet.
Gently, he asked, "My boy, what is going on?"
His wonderful successor smiled weakly.
He said, "One For All happened, All Might. I woke up this morning, and there she was, right in front of me. But...it's not quite the Nana you knew."
Confused, Toshinori looked back at Nana, whose smile was starting to fade as she nodded quietly.
"What do you mean?" he asked, studying her.
"There's a reason I barely remember you, kiddo," was her only reply.
Then, Toshinori saw it. How had he not noticed before?
This Nana was a teenager.
He saw the gangly limbs, the slightly shorter stature and less defined muscles, the lack of scars on the bare parts of her arms and legs that he could see.
She was young, almost exactly Izuku's age from the looks of it.
Not that much older than he'd been when he lost her.
"What happened?" he stammered.
Nana shook her head. "We have no idea, Toshi. Hell, I can't even tell you how I came back. One moment, I wasn't there, and the next, I literally formed myself in Izuku's brain and just...poofed into existence on top of him. I don't know why I'm a teenager, or why I can barely remember anything from my old life other than you, Sorahiko, and... him," she said somberly.
Toshinori clenched his fists at the mere mention of the evil bastard who was the reason Nana hadn't been there for so much of his life.
He had to tell her.
"I...I beat him, Nana. I avenged you. Finally, he'll never bother the world again," he croaked; he didn't want to remember that desperate struggle, the feeling of getting his guts torn out and still fighting, of crushing All For One's skull, of everything that had happened since.
Nana's gaze still saw everything he was trying to hide.
"Oh, Toshi," she said with worry, "what did you do?"
He looked down; he felt like a chastised child again.
He simply said, "What I had to. He's still alive, in Tartarus."
Nana nodded, and simply responded, "I see. Now, we still need to figure out what we're going to do."
"Indeed," came an eerily chipper voice from the front of the room.
Three generations of One For All users turned to face the voice, all of them equally terrified by that tone.
"Now," said Nezu, still upbeat and smiling, "will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?"