Until the alarm went off the next morning, Nana had forgotten that it was a Monday.

She hated Mondays, almost as much as she hated villains.

She would have flicked the alarm with One For All and gone back to sleep, but Izuku rolled out of bed and got moving almost immediately.

He started to get dressed, and Nana groaned, "Izuku, why the fuck are you such an Eagle Scout?"

"What the hell is an Eagle Scout?" Izuku asked.

Nana rolled to face him and cocked her head, enjoying the way he blushed when he saw her body.

"You, Izuku. You are an Eagle Scout," she informed him.

"That doesn't explain anything!" Izuku complained, "what do you mean?"

"You don't get to know," Nana replied cheerily as she hopped out of bed as well.

What? Seeing Izuku shirtless got her motor running.

"I'm glad to know that I can motivate you," Izuku snarked.

"Babe, you always motivate me," Nana said happily as she tugged on her borrowed clothes.

There was a pause, and Izuku looked shocked. Nana wondered if being genuine really was the best way to break her boyfriend.

If so…

"Hey, hey Izuku! Guess what!" Nana called through their link.

"What?" he replied faintly.

"You're hot as hell and I really want to suck your dick," Nana told him.

What she got in return was the biggest bluescreen she'd ever managed to cause in anybody.

Nana laughed as Izuku briefly staggered.

"Stop that!" he hissed.

"Stop what?" Nana asked innocently.

"D...Doing that!" Izuku said.

"What, telling the truth?" Nana replied, "that's not a very heroic thing to say to somebody, Izuku. You're hot, and you should know it."

Izuku sighed; Nana could tell he wasn't convinced, though.

Well, time to keep telling the truth.

Nana marched up to her boyfriend and reached for his face. Dragging him down until he was forced onto her level, she said, "Izuku. You're hot as hell, and I love you . Never doubt either of those things, okay?"

Izuku looked back at her, dumbfounded.

"Nana, I-" he began, but Nana had had enough of her boyfriend saying stupid things.

So she kissed him.

As he felt Nana drag him closer to mash her lips against his, Izuku resisted the urge to go blank again. He still wasn't used to this.

But then, Izuku felt Nana's tongue push into his mouth, and it was like a switch had been flipped. Instantly, he surged forwards again, grabbing onto Nana's hips and backing them up until Nana reached the wall. Izuku kissed her back, as fiercely and as lovingly as he could.

A few moments later, Nana moaned, overwhelmed by the sudden change in her boyfriend.

She loved it, this instantaneous surge of assertiveness that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

She immediately started trying to figure out how to make him do this more; she wanted everyone to see this side of Izuku, confident and powerful.

But that would be in the future, because as soon as he heard Nana moan, Izuku snapped out of it. Instantly, he started blushing and trying to apologize.

Nana stopped it immediately with a finger on his lips.

"That," she said, "was the hottest thing you've done yet. I'm going to be experimenting later, babe."

Izuku was bright red by now. "W-what do you mean?" he stammered

Nana's grin promised many, many things, and Izuku couldn't even imagine most of them.

"You'll see," she promised, "but for now, let's get to class."

As soon as Nana sat down at the extra desk, she felt Ashido's gaze land on her.

"You know, we could hear you screaming last night. What happened to staying quiet?" Ashido asked, waggling her eyebrows knowingly.

"Fuck, she heard us!" Nana thought instantly.

"She heard you, you mean," Izuku pointed out.

"Shut up, Eagle Scout," Nana retorted.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!" Izuku cried.

Ashido, meanwhile, clearly took Nana's silence as evidence that she'd finally embarrassed the flying girl, and she started grinning even harder.

Unfortunately, it was physically impossible to embarrass Nana Shimura, as Ashido was about to find out.

"Oh, that? Izuku decided to give me a reward after I kicked Dandelion's ass, and let me tell you, it was awesome," Nana replied.

Nana could see Yaoyorozu, sitting just beyond them, hunch over coughing, while Ashido's grin just looked even more like the Cheshire Cat's. The pink girl said, "Oh, really? What kind of reward are we talking here?"

Nana answered, "The kind that explains why the only person making noise last night was me."

Ashido's mouth formed an "O" of understanding, and she blushed a little. Then, her smirk returned and she declared, "You are one lucky girl, you know that? It figures that a guy like Midoriya would be super eager to please."

Nana nodded sagely. "Oh, believe me, I'm aware," she said.

"You'll have to give me details one of these days," Ashido told her.

Nana snorted. "In your dreams, Pinky," she said, "Izuku is mine, and I can't have you girls trying to steal him."

Ashido's eyes glittered as she asked, "He's that good, huh?"

Nana thought back to last night, when she'd climaxed for nearly two minutes just from those fucking fingers.

She nodded emphatically as she answered, "Yeah, he is."

Ashido looked intrigued, but put her hands up in a gesture of surrender to show she had no intention of stealing Nana's man.

"Oh, by the way," she asked, "how did you guess my hero name?"

Nana looked at her flatly. "Wait, what?" she replied, "your hero name is Pinky?"

Ashido nodded.

"That's awful. Tell me that wasn't your first choice," Nana pleaded.

"Nah, I wanted to be Alien Queen," Ashido said.

Nana loved old movies, so she instantly got the reference. She thought it fit perfectly.

"Do that one," she demanded, " Pinky makes you sound like a kid's teddy bear."

Ashido clearly wanted to respond to that, but Aizawa walked in just then.

"Hello everyone," the tired man said, "how has Shimura been settling in?"

"She's awesome!" Hagakure yelled.

"I'm pretty sure I'm already traumatized from the mental images she keeps giving us," Jirou added.

"She knocked me unconscious!" Bakugo complained.

Aizawa started to respond, "Well, I don't ca-" but cut himself off when his eyes landed on the explosive blonde boy.

"Bakugo, why do you have cartoon penises drawn on your face?" he demanded.

Sure enough, the dicks had not faded at all from the day before, and Bakugo was still richly decorated in glitter and sharpie.

He snarled, "Ask Twinkle Toes!"

Aizawa slowly turned; he knew Bakugo's nicknames for everyone by now, and "Twinkle Toes" was new, which meant…

"Shimura, did you knock Bakugo out and then draw dicks on his face?" Aizawa asked in a tired, flat voice.

Nana didn't see any point in lying, and besides, she was an artist, and artists should always take pride in their work.

"Yep! I thought it suited him!" she chirped happily.

Aizawa stared levelly at her for a long time; Nana met his gaze, smiling as she did.

Finally, Aizawa nodded once, so slightly it was almost imperceptible.

"I see," he said, "in that case, you get five points of extra credit for defeating a skilled opponent."

Nana grinned slightly, while she was laughing wildly in her head.

"Thanks, Professor!" she responded.

"What?" Bakugo yelled, "that's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair, Bakugo," Aizawa told him, "and because she so clearly did a number on you, I'm making it ten points of extra credit."

"Why didn't you tell me your teacher was this awesome?" Nana asked Izuku.

He was too busy enjoying the look of sheer impotent rage on Bakugo's face (underneath all of the dicks) to respond.

Wisely, Bakugo shut up; Aizawa's eyes were clearly inviting him to dare and whine some more and make it fifteen points.

At last, Aizawa said, "Okay, hell class. Here are the announcements for the day."

As he started to talk, Nana looked over to where Bakugo was sitting. He glared furiously at her, his sneer promising death.

She smiled widely and waved at him.

It felt good to be back.

Admittedly, Nana didn't feel super excited to be back in school, but then, at least it was easier the second time around.

Mostly.

When Nana learned that their next class was math, she complained to Izuku the whole way there.

"I hate math," she whined, "I never did well in it."

"You got through it once, right? Shouldn't it be easier the second time?" Izuku pointed out.

Nana thought for a second.

"You're right! I'm gonna crush math!" she announced, making Izuku chuckle.

She did not, in fact, crush math.

"What the hell is this?" Nana demanded when they got their worksheet.

"It's math, just like it was thirty years ago," Izuku replied.

"Bullshit! This isn't how I learned to do it!" Nana snapped, scribbling furiously on the sheet.

"How much could math have changed?" Izuku asked.

"Clearly, a lot! I have no idea how to solve this!" Nana complained.

"It's really not that hard. Do you want me to help?" Izuku offered.

Nana felt a lightbulb go off in her head.

"Wait, why am I doing this when I can just raid your brain for the answers?" she asked.

Izuku said, "Wait, Nana-"

But it was too late; Nana was already happily skimming through his memories until she figured out all the answers. As she happily wrote them down, Nana could feel Izuku's unease.

"Nana...isn't that cheating?" Izuku asked.

"Nope, it's creative use of resources," Nana replied.

Izuku demanded, "How is that any different from cheating?"

Nana told him, "It's simple: I don't get caught."

Izuku just sighed.

When math was finally ended, Nana felt like she'd been released from purgatory. She raced to heroics like it was going out of style. Halfway there, though, she stopped.

"Shit, I don't have my costume, do I?" she thought.

In her mind, Izuku said, "Yeah, that's a problem, isn't it?"

Soon, though, Aizawa came by to tell her, "Nezu said that your costume is waiting down in the locker rooms."

With a grin, Nana thanked the teacher and sprinted the rest of the way to the locker rooms.

When she got there, most of the girls were already changing.

"Hey, Shimura! We were wondering where you'd gone!" Uraraka called.

Nana replied, "Sorry, just had to check if UA had gotten my costume, but Mr. Aizawa told me it was down here already. Do you guys know where it is?"

Ashido gestured to an open locker near her and answered, "Right here, Shimura! It was here when we showed up. I gotta say, I didn't look super closely, but it looks awesome!"

"Thanks, Ashido!" Nana chirped as she walked over to her locker.

"Hello, old friend," she thought.

She unfolded the multi-piece outfit, colored deep black, white, yellow, and red, only to find a note tucked into it. Curious, she picked it up, and saw that it was from Nezu.

It read,

Dear Miss Shimura,

I hope you have been settling into UA, and that Mr. Midoriya has proved a welcoming host. In accordance with your new status as a hero student, I took the liberty of locating your old costume design in UA's files and having the Support Department create this for you, using more modern and resilient materials, of course. I hope you find it to your liking.

Sincerely,

Nezu, Principal of UA

Nana smiled. Nezu hadn't changed; he was still absolutely terrifying, but a damn good ally to have, and an even better friend.

She decided that she'd wasted enough time, and started to shed her clothes to put on her new-old costume.

As she did, Uraraka happened to look over at the shirt Nana had tossed over the door of her locker. She frowned.

"Say, Shimura, isn't that Deku's shirt?" she asked.

Instantly, Ashido had craned her neck to look at Shimura, waggling her eyebrows again as she did so.

"Why, yes, yes it is," Nana admitted.

Uraraka was blushing too hard to ask the question she was obviously thinking, which meant Nana decided to answer it anyway.

"What? They're comfortable, and they smell like him," she said.

Nana swore she heard cooing from the girls, which warmed her heart.

She wasn't lying, either; she'd come to associate Izuku and everything of his with safety and warmth, things she'd craved her entire life.

It got easier and easier to act madly in love with him every day, because Nana was pretty sure she was getting there.

When Uraraka didn't say anything, Nana focused back on putting on her costume.

The black jumpsuit came first; Nana slipped into it like a second skin. It ended at her shoulders, leaving her muscular arms bare.

Next, Nana fastened the red sash around her waist, buckling it into place with a gold emblem.

Now, her favorite part; Nana threw the long, flowing white cape over her shoulders, feeling the flared shoulder fasteners settle into place as she clipped the braided cord around her neck.

It might not have been too practical, but the cape always made Nana feel like a hero. It also made her look badass, which was a major bonus.

Finally, Nana strapped on white, shin-high boots and tough yellow gloves, and she was dressed.

She'd dressed with the efficiency and care of a pro, which meant that she was ready at the same time as the rest of the girls despite coming in late.

As they walked to the training ground, the other girls admired Nana's costume.

"Damn, Shimura, you look so cool!" Hagakure said, jumping around like she usually did.

"Thanks," Nana replied, "also, are you naked?"

Hagakure squeaked, but confirmed, "Yes? Clothes only make my quirk useless."

Nodding, Nana declared, "Cool."

"Well, at least nobody can see her," she mused.

Then, Uraraka chimed in, "Shimura, you look super retro! The cape is like your dad's, too!"

"Actually, Toshi's cape is like mine," Nana corrected in her mind.

Outwardly, she just said, "Thanks! I took a lot of inspiration from him when I made it."

The girls nodded in understanding.

Then, Nana heard Ashido ask, "I bet Midoriya likes your hero costume, too, Shimura."

Nana was liking these people more and more. She asked, "What do you mean?"

Ashido replied, "Girl, that jumpsuit shows off everything. You must give that boy a heart attack every time he sees you."

Nana glanced down at herself, smiling. Certainly, this jumpsuit hugged her densely muscular frame perfectly, following the contours and curves of her body. It was particularly noticeable around her strong thighs and sizable chest. She'd always loved that about this suit; she was proud of how she looked, of how much work she'd put into maintaining her figure.

"Oh," she answered, "he's never seen it before."

Uraraka suddenly developed a grin on her face that mirrored Ashido's.

The brown-haired girl said, "Well, then, I hope Recovery Girl is feeling charitable today, because you're going to kill that poor boy."

"That's my plan," Nana assured her.

Nana's plan worked perfectly.

She maintained total silence on the link as she and the other girls arrived at the training ground.

She saw Izuku waiting there, and she admired his costume, which clung to his strapping frame deliciously.

Nana knew very well what she liked, and what she liked was having a big, strong man like Izuku to scratch whatever itches she developed, especially if said big, strong man happened to be the kindest, most heroic person she'd ever met.

Of course, he was also incredibly innocent sometimes, which made what she was about to do even more fun.

She walked up behind him, tapped him on the shoulder, and asked, "So, Izuku, what are we doing today?"

Turning, her boyfriend replied, "Oh, hey, Nana! All Might said that we're doing a rescue exerci...se…"

Izuku trailed off as he finally saw what Nana was wearing. His jaw dropped, and he staggered backwards, stammering nonsense syllables.

Nana just grinned. "You like it?" she asked, "it really does flatter my thighs, don't you think?"

She floated up until Izuku was at eye level with said thighs, and his face was as red as a tomato.

"N-Nana…" he spluttered, "Holy shit, you look good."

Nana nodded. "I'm glad you like it," she whispered, "after all, you're going to be seeing a lot more of me tonight."

Izuku gulped, remembering Nana's promise to make him do the same thing he'd done to her the previous night.

Nana enjoyed watching him get flustered, until a hazy memory flashed in her mind.

A figure, faceless, nameless, but who shouldn't have been. Her making them laugh, a feeling of being wanted.

Her doing the same thing to them that she was doing to Izuku right now.

Izuku instantly noticed Nana's sudden frown, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you remember something?"

"No, I didn't," Nana replied, "and that's the problem."

Izuku nodded, eyes filled with understanding.

"We'll figure this out, Nana," he assured her, "we'll help get your memories back."

Nana smiled. "Thanks, Izuku, but I don't think a lot of them are coming back. And honestly...I'm okay with that," she replied.

He looked confused. "What makes you think that?" he asked.

She answered, "I don't know how I know. Just a gut feeling. The memories that I get back, they fill in...holes, I guess. Places that hurt because they're missing something. But most of my mind isn't like that; huge chunks of it are there, just blank. The memories weren't ripped out, they were washed away, if that makes any sense."

Izuku looked thoughtful. "I suppose it does, but why do you think that is?" he said.

Nana shrugged as she responded, "Who knows? I try not to worry about it too much. One For All has always been as much of a guessing game as a known quantity, after all. Everything happens for a reason, even if the missing pieces frustrate me, because I have an entire life that's mostly lost for good."

"What reason do you think all this is happening for?" Izuku asked, "why did you come back?"

Nana shook her head. "I don't know for sure, of course," she replied, "but I think...I've been given a fresh start, a second chance, maybe. I died to preserve One For All; maybe it's repaying the debt by bringing me back? Whatever the reason, in the end, it doesn't matter that much. I'm here now, and that's not changing."

Izuku nodded, but something Nana had said was still bothering him.

"You talk about One For All like it's sentient," he observed.

Nana's smile was wry and haunting, somehow, like she was remembering something she'd never lived.

"How do we know it isn't?" she pointed out.

Then, the great gates in front of them opened, revealing a skinny man whose presence filled far more space than his body.

"Hello, students!" declared All Might, "let's begin the exercise!"