Unfortunately, Nana couldn't take advantage of Izuku's wavering convictions, because as soon as they got back to the dorms, she got mobbed by her new classmates.

"That was AWESOME!" Mina shouted.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" Uraraka asked.

Nana tried to respond, but she found herself getting overwhelmed by so many people trying to talk to her at once.

Seeing her discomfort, Izuku shouted, "One at a time, guys!"

Instantly, everyone quieted down, partially because Izuku was right, and partially because Izuku yelling was scary enough on its own.

Nana shot her boyfriend a grateful smile, then waded through a sea of people to sit down on one of the couches nonchalantly.

"If you guys have questions, I'm happy to answer for a little bit," she said, "before I go collect my reward."

Everyone followed her meaningful gaze at a distinctly red Izuku, then whipped their heads back to her when they realized what she meant.

Finally, Uraraka said, "Seriously, Shimura, where did you learn to fight like that? You kicked the ass of one of the strongest people in our class without even breaking a sweat!"

Laying back against the cushions, Nana replied, "He underestimated me, mostly. I got lucky with an opening, that was it."

Uraraka huffed, "Oh, he definitely underestimated you. But you destroyed him, and I don't think that you got lucky enough to come away with barely a scratch. You said you didn't pursue heroics until this year, right? Did All Might train you or something?"

Nana shook her head slowly; she figured she could get away with the explanation she and Toshi had come up with, but she had to sell it as a secret first.

She said, "No, he didn't train me."

"Then who did?" Ashido chimed in.

Nana pretended to look uncertain for a second, glancing off at Izuku, who grudgingly joined in her deception. He gave a slight nod, as if reassuring her that the class could be trusted.

Nana returned to looking at the curious faces of her classmates, and answered, "Okay, yeah, I did get training before I came here. Because I had to stay secret, I didn't get as much practice with my quirk as I should have, and my dad didn't want me to risk hurting myself when I went to UA. He got me into a special training facility in Europe, so I did that for a year. After that big fight he had last year, though, I wanted to come back and be closer to him, maybe help out with the situation here, so I applied to transfer to UA."

People were nodding at that, looking satisfied; it made Nana thankful that she'd looked through Izuku's memories of the last year enough to see that Toshi had finally defeated that bastard at Kamino Ward not long ago.

She still had an awful lot of questions she wanted to ask Toshi about what had happened since she'd last seen him, but she was willing to wait a bit on that one.

Then, Kirishima said, "Man, that's pretty manly, coming back to help pick up the slack after All Might retired!"

Nana raised an eyebrow as she replied, "Thanks...I think. Why do you call everything manly?"

Kirishima declared, "It's because of Crimson Riot! He's my role model!"

"Cool," Nana said, "Who's that?"

The entire class stared at her in confusion, as if she was supposed to know who this Crimson Whatever-the-hell was.

Kirishima said, "He's one of the coolest heroes out there! Have you seriously never heard of him?"

"Oops," Nana thought.

"Yeah, "oops" fits pretty well. Good job, Nana," Izuku told her telepathically.

"Uh...no?" she admitted, "I've been kind of out of the hero loop for the last few years."

Kirishima just looked at her even more strangely. "But...Crimson Riot is a retired hero now! He started working forty-five years ago, how have you not heard of him?" he asked.

Nana froze. "I've…been really out of the hero loop?" she tried.

Kirishima opened his mouth to say something else, but he was cut off by the loud sound of Izuku facepalming.

Nana grinned sheepishly as he said, "Nana, please."

Nana's grin just sharpened as she saw a perfect opportunity to change the subject.

"Funny," she told the class, "that's exactly what he said last night."

There was a beat of dead silence, and then the class exploded into screams, laughter, or both. Izuku was bright red, his mouth wide open with shock.

"Thanks for the save, babe," Nana said teasingly.

"That is not what I had in mind!" Izuku replied, "why do you turn everything into a sex joke?"

Nana replied, "It's my secret third quirk: the ability to make anything into an innuendo."

"Oh, does that mean I get to inherit that from One For All, too?" Izuku snarked back.

Nana just said, "Spend enough time around me, and you'll pick it up. Speaking of picking things up, I'd love for you to hold me off the ground with those strong arms of yours while you absolutely fucking ruin my-"

Izuku's groan of resignation drowned out Nana's joke, but she didn't mind; she'd sent him a mental image of exactly what she wanted him to do to her.

"Nana, I still don't really feel ready to do that," he insisted.

"I know, babe, but that doesn't stop me from teasing you," she replied innocently.

Finally, Nana turned back to where the class was slowly calming back down. Her eyes fell on Bakugo's unconscious body, floating near the ceiling where Uraraka had left him.

Another idea crossed her mind, making Izuku go rigid as he saw it too.

"Nana, NO!" he cried through their link.

"Nana, YES!" was her only reply.

Then, she pointed to Bakugo and said, "Pansy over there probably won't wake up for a few more hours. Who here wants to draw dicks on his face?"

There was dead silence, as the class pondered the most dangerous offer they'd ever received.

Finally, Ashido flashed a savage grin, and said, "Shimura, you're my hero. I'll get the Sharpies."

"Hey, count me in too," Uraraka added, "I've got some lovely pink and glitter ones that would stand out perfectly against his skin tone."

Nana eyed Uraraka with respect. "Glitter?" she said, "girl, you are truly evil, and I love it."

The brown-haired girl simply nodded and responded, "I know."

Several hours of painstaking work later, Class A (or at least those members who didn't fear death) stood back to admire their handiwork.

"He's going to kill us," Kaminari observed.

"Probably," Ashido replied, "but it will be worth it."

Uraraka was too busy taking pictures to comment; Nana just nodded.

Bakugo lay on one of the couches, still unconscious, with crudely drawn dicks covering almost every inch of his face. There were ones in black, pink, and of course, glitter, all of them dotting Bakugo's entire face. They dotted his cheeks, forehead, nose, and even his eyelids, and were of course in permanent Sharpie.

Nana felt like she had earned the feeling of pride she felt, especially as she heard the laughter filling the room, even from those who hadn't joined in on the project.

Bakugo groaned, his eyes fluttering as he slowly woke up.

"Quick, everyone act normal," Nana ordered, and everyone hurried to obey.

A few moments after everyone had started pretending that they weren't laughing themselves to death, Bakugo finally woke up entirely. Instantly, he jumped up, panting, "W...what the hell? Where am I?"

"Hey man, you're safe, it's fine," Kirishima reassured him, managing to keep an entirely straight face, "Shimura got you good, that's all. You've been out for a few hours, it's past dinner."

Bakugo grumbled, "Thanks, Shitty Hair."

Then, he looked up, and people couldn't suppress their laughter anymore. The combination of his trademark snarl and the cartoon penises all over his face was just too good .

Bakugo looked at a room full of people roaring with mirth every time they looked at him, and yelled, "What the fuck are you guys doing? What's so fucking funny?"

Ashido cackled, "Y-your face…."

Bakugo whirled around and stomped over to the window. When he saw his reflection in the darkness, the scream of rage could probably have been heard across all of Musutafu.

" WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?" he roared, "I'M GONNA KILL THEM!"

Nana raised her hand mockingly. "What can I say? The look suits you," she joked.

Bakugo launched himself at her, hands popping, only for Nana to float easily over the attack and stomp him lightly on the head as he landed on the ground.

Landing again, she said, "Oh no you don't, bud. Or would you like to wake up with dick tattoos next time?"

That sparked another round of laughter, as Bakugo visibly resisted the urge to attack her again. Kirishima helpfully came up and put a hand on Bakugo's shoulder, and he didn't shrug it off.

Finally, Nana decided that she'd had enough fun for today.

"Yeah," Izuku agreed, "I think you have. Can we please go to bed now? We have class tomorrow."

"Fine," she said.

With that, Izuku walked over to her. Nana felt his arms wrap around her, and she sighed fondly, letting herself melt into his reassuring embrace.

She could get used to this. Feeling the warmth of Izuku's arms reminded Nana that she really was tired.

Nana realized she'd been had when she felt Izuku's arm wrap around her legs, too, and haul her up and over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" Nana yelped.

The class watched with amusement as Izuku began to bodily carry his shorter girlfriend out of the room.

Izuku pretended to think for a moment, then replied, "No."

Nana pouted, but stopped trying to wriggle out of Izuku's grip; she was starting to enjoy being carried by him, anyway.

Then, Izuku swung around suddenly to face the class.

"If you'll excuse us," Izuku announced, "I'm going to get her out of here before she causes any more chaos."

As he started walking up the stairs, Nana heard Ashido say, "Man, Shimura got lucky. I wish I could find someone to carry me to bed like that."

"You hear that, Izuku? People are jealous of me!" Nana said in his mind.

"They should be pitying me, having to put up with you all the time," Izuku answered.

"Awww, you don't mean that, babe," Nana pouted.

Izuku admitted, "You're right, I don't."

Nana just said, "I know, I can see into your head. What you're really thinking is how close your hand is to my ass right now. You gonna spank me for being a naughty girl?"

Izuku spluttered, "What, no! Nana-"

She continued, "Because I'm just saying, I've never tried that before, but it sounds kinda hot, and if that's what floats your boat, I'm not against a little bit of punishment…"

"Will you please stop?" Izuku sighed.

Nana pretended to think about it for a second.

"No," she replied.

As they watched the couple leave, Kirishima said to Bakugo, "Man, I know you're grumpy because she beat you, but you have to admit that Shimura's pretty awesome!"

"Do I?" Bakugo asked sarcastically.

Kirishima nodded. "Yeah, she kicked your ass, which means you gotta man up and acknowledge that she's pretty strong. Seriously though, that girl is something else! And she and Izuku are so cool together!"

Bakugo didn't respond to Kirishima, but his eyes were filled with suspicion as he watched the retreating figure of his rival and the mysterious girlfriend that had appeared from nowhere.

"Yeah," he grumbled under his breath, "she sure is something else."

Nana and Izuku managed to go through their new routine without difficulty; Izuku managed to avoid breaking anything from Nana jumping into his brain with some new innuendo to tease him with as he showered and changed, which disappointed her a little.

He had even more fun listening to Nana shower, especially since she seemed to broadcast every thought she had while in there directly to his brain.

"You know," she said, "didn't we manage to see through each other's eyes at one point?"

"I think so." Izuku said.

"Does that mean you could watch me playing with myself if you wanted to?" Nana asked.

Izuku tried very hard not to think about what she'd just said, and failed miserably.

"I...I guess? he replied.

"Ooh, you like thinking about that, don't you, Izuku?" Nana teased, "you know, I might just be doing that right now, thinking of you."

"A-are you?" he gulped.

"No," Nana said, "not yet, anyway."

Izuku relaxed slightly, and their connection lapsed into silence for a while, as Nana finished showering, dried off, and came to join him in bed.

Izuku would have liked to say that he was no longer affected by seeing Nana's glistening, nude form as she slipped under the covers and slotted perfectly against him, but he would have been lying.

"You know," Nana said affectionately, "for all that I've been messing with you, I really do admire you right now."

"What do you mean?" Izuku asked.

Nana's gentle smile as she looked up at him could have melted any heart. "Izuku, I fell into your lap, literally, and have been completely willing to do whatever you want since I came back to life. Almost anyone else would have jumped at that chance, you know? But instead, you've been welcoming me, helping me adjust, and making sure I'm comfortable. You're...you're a hell of a guy, Izuku. Thank you," she told him.

Izuku flushed lightly as Nana praised him. He replied, "I-I don't know about that...all I did was be stupid and timid, really. I just...didn't think you would really into me, I guess."

Nana fixed him with her sternest glare; he froze in place as she said firmly, "Izuku, you better never think about yourself like that again, okay? You are a sexy, kind, wonderful person, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with."

Izuku blushed again, but didn't argue. The feelings of reassurance and love coming from Nana were more than enough to chase away his doubts.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Nana's smile said it all as they lay in bed, slowly drifting into sleep.

Smut Begins Now!

Then, Nana shifted uncomfortably, pressing against Izuku's leg even harder as she whimpered softly.

Instantly, Izuku's eyes snapped open. "Are you okay?" he asked Nana.

She nodded, but her eyes looked frustrated. "I'm fine, Izuku," she said, "I'm just... horny, okay? Leftover battle instincts always seem to make me want to fuck, and it's been hitting me pretty hard."

Izuku didn't really know what to say to that, so instead he asked, "Are you just now remembering this?"

She nodded as she explained, "It's really irritating, how much feeling something reminds me of all the times I felt it in my old life. Just now, I remembered all the times I would get home from a patrol or a mission, and as soon as I was inside, I suddenly became insanely hot and bothered, and needed to get relief immediately."

"What…what did you do, back then?" Izuku wondered.

Her eyes blazed with unfocused anger as she said, "I... I don't remember. There's something hovering just at the edge of my mind, something that I feel like I never should have forgotten, but I don't think I'll ever get it back. And I'm so fucking horny, it's hard to think."

Izuku didn't know why he said what he did; maybe it was the lingering high of Nana's praise for him.

Regardless of the reasons, he said, "I...I could help."

Instantly, Nana turned to look up at him, her eyes betraying mixed emotions. "Izuku," she began, "as much as I want to say yes, please, don't do this just because of me. I thought you said you didn't want to have sex yet? Don't change what you're comfortable with to keep me happy."

Izuku shook his head as he reassured Nana, "That's not what I'm doing. This is something I can help with; I don't feel ready to go all the way yet, but I am okay with a little...exploration, I guess. Maybe we could work our way up to bigger stuff over time? If it's okay with you, of course."

Nana looked at him more softly now. She said, "Izuku, I am more than okay with that. What were you thinking?"

Izuku rose off his pillow, pulling the covers down and to the side. He swallowed hard at the sight of Nana's firmly muscled body, tracing down her gorgeous curves that led to his intended target.

He asked, "May...May I show you?"

Nana nodded wordlessly, and helpfully let Izuku position her flat on the bed as he crept down to pull her legs apart.

Sure enough, she was already soaking wet, her pink folds shaved clean except for a close-cropped region of pubic hair.

Looking up her glorious body, Izuku steeled his nerves and softly pressed two fingers to her waiting slit.

Nana's breath picked up, and he felt a twinge through their connection.

Wait, their connection!

"Nana," he asked, "can you show me the best ways to do this through the link?"

She didn't respond with words, but instead with pictures, ideas, and sensations, of what she needed his fingers to do.

"This is what I want," she asked wordlessly.

Izuku gave it to her, hesitantly at first, then more confidently as she began to moan and gasp approvingly.

" Izuku," she said, "yes, right there, babe…"

He stroked Nana's slit tenderly, rubbing and teasing her sopping folds as he listened for what provoked the best reactions in her.

Then, he realized he didn't just have to listen for her.

Instead, he opened the connection further, spreading Nana's pussy wide at the same time.

Instead of hearing her, he let her pleasure itself guide his movements.

He began to pick up the pace as Nana begged wordlessly for more, until he was frantically rubbing her center with multiple fingers, stroking her clit to drive her even crazier with pleasure. Eventually, he followed his instincts and Nana's frantic images, and plunged three fingers deep into Nana's impossibly wet snatch.

He received instant feedback on every action he took, and it wasn't long until she was bucking against his relentless fingers as they plowed into her, making her beg, "Don't stop, don't stop, please, Izuku, don't fucking stop!"

Then, the pad of his finger brushed over her clit again, and Nana howled. Izuku got the sense of something inside her snapping, as though a spring had finally been stretched too far.

She cried, "IZUUUUUKUUUUUU!" as her body clenched around the three fingers he'd buried in her depths.

Izuku reeled at the surge of sheer ecstasy that suddenly flowed across their connection, overwhelming him, too.

He figured he could withstand it for a few moments, reveling in the satisfaction of making his girlfriend cum, and admiring how her body looked so perfect as she writhed for him.

But it didn't stop.

The pleasure seemed to rebound back and forth across their connection, building like a tsunami as it approached the shore.

Nana arched her back impossibly far as she bucked again and again, unable to escape an overpowering and unending climax.

Izuku could feel the pleasure affecting him, too; although there was no physical sensation for the connection to amplify, the raw feeling coming off of Nana was driving his own pleasure, as well.

But Nana was still screaming, and he didn't know how to make it stop.

At last, Izuku withdrew his fingers from her pussy, and that seemed to finally end the feedback loop they'd accidentally created. He held Nana gently as the pleasure flooding their connection slowly stopped rebounding and finally began to drain away entirely.

Nana panted desperately as Izuku held her close, babbling apologies.

He said, "Ohmygod, I'm so sorry, Nana, I didn't mean to do that, it was an accident, please don't be mad-"

At last, Nana could feel her body again.

"Holy...shit…" she panted in disbelief.

Then, she realized Izuku was still apologizing. "Izuku, I'm okay," she said.

Instantly, he let her go and said, "Oh, thank God! I'm really sorry about that, Nana!"

She glared at him furiously. "Izuku," she informed him, "that was the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. Do not apologize for that; I want to do it again tomorrow."

That stopped Izuku dead in his tracks. "Umm, okay?" he asked, "why tomorrow, though?"

Nana replied, "Because as soon as we figure out what the fuck caused me to cum for a solid two minutes, I'm going to go to sleep , and stay that way for at least twelve hours."

Izuku nodded. He suggested, "Well, I was using our link to guide what I was doing to give you the most pleasure possible, and we know we can feel each other's sensations, so...maybe that had something to do with it? I could feel you climaxing over the link, and if you could feel me feeling it..."

Nana stared at her boyfriend. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" she asked.

Izuku looked confused. "Well, what do you think I'm saying?" he replied.

"That because of our mental bond, every orgasm either of us has gets a hundred times more intense because we create a fucking feedback loop?" Nana cried.

Izuku nodded and answered, "Yeah, that's what I was saying."

Nana said the only thing she could think of at that moment, "If that was what happened when only one of us was cumming... what's going to happen when we finally have sex, and both of us do?"

Izuku's eyes went wide as he thought about it.

"Fuck," he said simply.

Nana nodded and replied, "Hell yeah, we're gonna fuck. Not tonight, though, because your damn magic fingers sucked out all of my energy."

With that, she curled up and went to sleep, completely out before her head hit Izuku's chest.

Izuku, deciding that potentially never-ending orgasms was a problem to worry about another day, lay back and joined her soon after.