Nana wasn't quite sure why Izuku was leading her upstairs at first.

Reaching into his mind, she asked, "Izuku, where are we going?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something." he replied, gently steering her further probes away from his thoughts. Nana huffed, but didn't bother trying again. She knew Izuku would tell her what he was thinking, and she didn't feel the need to anger him by digging around in his mind when he didn't want her to.

Instead, she wheedled, "What do you want to talk about, Izuku?"

Izuku promised, "You'll see, Nana. Just be patient."

Then, Nana switched back into speaking out loud with ease; as they'd gotten more in-tune, they often started their conversations telepathically and finished them verbally, or vice versa.

She grumbled, "Being patient is stupid."

Instead of responding, Izuku simply opened the door to his room, and quickly entered. Once they were both inside, Izuku turned to Nana, who was tapping her foot impatiently.

"Well?" she prompted, "spit it out already!"

Izuku stared fondly at Nana's face, closing the distance between them until his hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb rubbing softly over the mole at the corner of her mouth. Nana tried to resist the urge to lean into the warm, gentle touch for a moment, then remembered that Izuku would never think less of her for it. She relaxed her shoulders, and let a loving smile form on her face as she enjoyed his touch.

Then, Izuku told her quietly, "I...I think I'm ready to...have sex with you, Nana."

Instantly, Nana's eyes flew open in shock, and she instinctively jumped several feet into the air before landing again. Izuku just smiled weakly as Nana glared at him, speechless for the first time he could remember.

"I...you... that's not fucking fair!" Nana whisper-yelled at him, her eyes blazing with indignation and excitement all at once.

"Why isn't it fair?" Izuku asked, his heart still pounding fast.

"Because," Nana told him as she marched up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest in mock anger, "you don't get to be all soft and sappy and lovey-dovey, and then...and then just tell me that!"

Izuku tilted his head, a smile slipping across his face despite his awareness that Nana still hadn't responded to what he'd told her. He replied, "I'm pretty sure I just did, Nana."

Nana blinked as she processed Izuku's words. Then, a sultry smile formed on her lips, her eyes glittering with a hunger that Izuku had never seen this strong before.

"Yes," Nana said in a voice that was deep, husky, and oozing with lust, "I suppose you did."

Not waiting anymore, Nana surged up to seize Izuku's lips, grabbing at his body as her sudden assault sent them stumbling and toppling backwards, towards the bed. Izuku's mind registered surprise and love and an overpowering need he was no longer holding back, and then everything was replaced by Nana, by the feeling of his arms slipping around her, grabbing for her, and the feel of her lips on his, the heat of her body pushed up against him until there was no space between them.

One last time, Nana broke the kiss, and Izuku was surprised to see the worry and the restraint, however thin, holding her back. Softly, Nana asked, "Izuku, are you sure? I don't want to do this if you're not really, truly ready."

His breath still coming in pants, saliva still linking his mouth to Nana's, Izuku told her, "Yes, Nana, I'm sure. I've wanted this for...a while, I think. But...now this just feels right. I know that I don't have anything to wait for, nothing to be afraid of. I'm done waiting, Nana."

Nana's grin only stretched wider as her face came closer to his, her warm, soft cheek against Izuku's as she brought her lips to his ear and whispered, "Good. You've been keeping me waiting long enough, Izuku. I've got an awful lot of time to make up for, so... buckle up."

With that, Nana kissed him again, while her hands found Izuku's chest and heaved, and Izuku toppled backwards, an enormous, dopey smile on his face. His heart was filled with love as Nana pounced on him, her lust overpowering their link.

Smut begins.

Nana made Izuku fall back onto the bed, pinning him and quickly trapping him with one hand.

"Oh no you don't, Izuku," Nana crooned in a low voice as he went to rise, "you've spent all this time making me horny. Well, guess what? It's my turn to make you need me."

With that, Izuku froze as Nana grabbed her t-shirt and yanked it off with a vengeance, her bra following immediately afterwards. When her shorts and panties hit the floor, Izuku forgot how to breathe.

By now, Izuku had had plenty of time to explore Nana's body, up close and in detail, with his eyes and lips and hands. But seeing her standing there in front of him, completely naked, made him remember yet again just how gorgeous she was. Izuku's eyes slipped down her body, across her full, bouncing breasts capped with pink nipples already hard from desire, down over her flat, toned, muscular torso, every inch of her skin perfect, towards her powerful thighs and ass sculpted so perfectly Izuku could never help his urge to grab massive handfuls of it. Nana was perfect, and her expression of pure hunger for him left Izuku in shock, refusing to believe that she wasn't just real, she was his.

Then Nana, smirking at the expression on Izuku's face, rejoined him back on the bed, pinning him with her thighs as she straddled his waist.

Izuku gulped as he stared up at Nana, who was looking at him with love and desire so overpowering he didn't even need the link to feel it; her lust was radiating off her in waves, affecting his own body just as powerfully. Nana was like a drug for him, and he couldn't help but grab for her, his hands finding her waist and slipping over the warm flesh of her hips and belly. Nana's breath caught in her throat as Izuku's fingers brushed over her toned, muscled torso, and she involuntarily wiggled a little lower, pressing her crotch against his growing erection. They moaned in unison, the link already lighting up with pleasure and need.

Leaning forwards a little for stability, Nana groaned softly as Izuku's hands climbed higher, dancing across her belly and abs, up towards her chest. However, before he could reach her tits, which were practically crying out to be groped and toyed with, Nana was grabbing his shirt and yanking it over his head.

When it came off, Nana licked her lips as she stared down at Izuku's body, her face flushed and her breathing hard as she continued to grind slowly against Izuku's cock.

Her voice dropping some of the intentional lowness, Nana whispered, "Holy fuck, Izuku, you're... hah... hot…"

Weakly, Izuku groaned, "You're hotter...Nana."

Nana just smirked instead of replying. Then, she leaned down and pushed Izuku's head completely flat against the bed. As Izuku whimpered at the heat coming off of Nana's body, at the sensation of her sensitive skin rubbing against his as she lowered herself flush on top of him, Nana slowly and deliberately pressed her mouth against the side of Izuku's neck. Izuku's heart skipped a beat as Nana suddenly sucked hard on the soft, tender skin of the point where Izuku's neck met his collarbone. Izuku groaned wordlessly as Nana released her gentle bite, then immediately moved an inch lower and did fastened her mouth onto his toned skin once again. Every mark sent a shiver of pleasure through both of them, as Izuku's pleasure sang through the link and guided Nana to the most perfect spots to make their bodies heat up even faster. The link seemed to supercharge their sensitivity to each other; even the feeling of Nana's nipples dragging across Izuku's skin sent a shudder down her spine, along with the regular whimpers they both made whenever Nana lowered her exposed center against Izuku's crotch.

"Nana...what are you doing?" Izuku asked as his girlfriend slowly and expertly made her way down his body, marking his skin again and again.

Releasing her suction on a patch of skin over Izuku's sternum, Nana put a finger over Izuku's lips and replied, "I love you, Izuku. Let me show it. We're going to fuck, believe me. But first...I'm going to make sure everyone will know that you're mine."

Izuku smiled softly, and Nana knew he trusted her more than enough. She did decide to speed up her plan a little, though.

A few more kisses later, Nana finally reached the hem of Izuku's shorts, and grinned hungrily.

"Normally, I'd be up for more foreplay," she told him, "but the link's making me horny as fuck, and I'm already dripping wet."

Sure enough, when Nana finally slipped Izuku's shorts off, they had a wet spot over the crotch, as Nana's body screamed at her to fill the burning, empty ache in her gut. Izuku groaned as his cock swung free, quickly finding its way into Nana's soft, teasing hands.

With her hands working up and down Izuku's shaft, Nana whispered, "Do you want to fuck me, Izuku?"

With his eyes screwed shut from the looping pleasure, Izuku nodded frantically, arching his back as Nana drew out her strokes.

Leaning in closer, Nana asked again in a low, urgent voice, "Do you want to put your dick inside me?"

"Yes, Nana, yes…" Izuku groaned, any lingering fears long gone.

Enjoying the way Izuku responded so eagerly, Nana asked one last time, "Do you want to fill me with your hot cum? Is that what you want?"

"Yes...Nana…" Izuku whispered, saying Nana's name like a prayer. It was the biggest rush Nana could ever remember getting, hearing him say that. It made the fire spreading through her veins flare even hotter, and made her need just as overwhelming as Izuku's. Their lust flowed together in the link, the thrum of pleasure already building between them as they fell tighter and tighter into each other's orbits.

Nana had had enough; all she could think about doing at that moment was riding Izuku's cock until she broke. So she told him, "I love you, Izuku," then, as his hands steadied her by the hips, spread herself wide over the top of his dick, and slowly began to lower herself down onto him. She groaned as it slipped inside, feeling the pleasure of being stretched and doing the stretching at the same time, thanks to the link. Nana gradually, deliberately sank down onto Izuku's cock, her mouth open wide as her whimper of pleasure extended itself again and again. Izuku could only groan as more and more of his cock filled Nana, her hot, tight depths a perfect fit around him as she slid down further.

At last, Nana had taken Izuku's cock as deep as possible. She was nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure that just resting there, with her boyfriend's dick nuzzling perfectly against her g-spot, managed to give her. It felt like there was a lightning storm raging inside her, every nerve anywhere close to where Izuku's cock was filling her pussy firing at once.

Nana shifted a little, trying to adjust to his size. She hadn't expected to feel this stretched, to nearly go incoherent with pleasure just from moving while Izuku was inside her. She whimpered, "Holy fuck."

"Are you okay, Nana?" Izuku asked, his hands still gripping her waist, fingers trailing down over her ass.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Nana muttered as she tensed herself, "it's just...give me one second."

At last, Nana began to move, and the pleasure was nearly too much. Slowly, she rose up, whimpering as Izuku's cock stirred the fire in her belly to new heights, and began to bounce, finding her rhythm.

"Ohhhhh goddddd…." Nana moaned as she was quickly swept away by the tidal wave of pleasure, which hit her again and again in endless echoes, moving across the link constantly. Every bounce she completed on his cock happened again and again in their shared minds, felt by Izuku and Nana and then Izuku again, and so on until the pleasure became infinite and unstoppable.

Nana had no memories of sex from her previous life, but she couldn't possibly imagine that they had been anything like this. It was...unbelievable. Nana slipped a little lower, and began rolling her hips as she clung to Izuku for support, his cock inside her quickly becoming the nexus of a hurricane of pleasure that made Nana feel like she was going mad.

Izuku watched in awe as Nana rode his dick, her face bright red and her eyes full of love and glazed over with mind-melting pleasure as they built towards something neither of them could possibly imagine. Gone was Nana's cockiness and control from just a few minutes earlier; now, she could barely keep herself upright, her thighs shaking involuntarily and her whole body shuddering as she slammed herself down on his shaft, rising nearly to the top before impaling herself again and again. The sheer force Nana used to drive her tight, achingly sensitive pussy down onto Izuku's cock left the bed shaking.

Nana cried out, "I...Izuku! Hah...why the fuck...is this so goood?"

Izuku couldn't answer; he was feeling everything Nana was, too, and he couldn't do anything but cling to her as his mind lit up beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Izuku held Nana's waist tightly as she rose and fell, their bodies on fire, sweating and shaking as Nana suddenly pitched forwards, the pleasure weakening her limbs until she couldn't stay upright.

Even that, though, couldn't stop the onrushing storm of their pleasure, which bounced back and forth, swirling in an ever-quicker loop between them. Izuku, acting on pure instinct now, grabbed Nana's plump, sculpted ass in his hands, groping it fiercely as Nana grabbed him and pressed their chests together. Izuku took over, thrusting furiously into Nana from below, making her cry out and desperately muffle herself by slamming her mouth onto Izuku's. Their tongues danced in a sloppy, messy, passionate kiss as Nana's pussy clamped tightly around Izuku's cock, her g-spot setting off starbursts of pleasure inside her every time Izuku rubbed against it.

The two couldn't stop now if they wanted to; whatever was happening felt inevitable, driving them forwards and up an impossibly high mountain. They were too wrapped up in each other, lost in the electric pleasure that filled their minds until there was nothing else.

It couldn't last; the couple felt their orgasms approaching at the same second.

In the last second before she came apart entirely, Nana cried out through the link, "Izuku, I'm gonna-"

If Izuku responded, it was lost altogether, because at that second, they tipped over the edge as one, and the world fell away.

There was a momentary lull, like the second between a star's collapse into a singularity and its explosion into a supernova. Then, Izuku felt Nana's body clench around his cock, and he roared soundlessly as he came, filling Nana with everything he had. Nana could only feel a dull echo of the warmth inside her before everything went white.

If either of them had been able to think, they would have thought it was so far beyond what pleasure should have been that it was a whole different world. If either of them had been able to feel the passage of time, they would have realized that they climaxed together for nearly eight minutes.

But in their shared minds, there was only an endless torrent of pure pleasure, a firestorm that overwhelmed their consciousnesses and replaced it with pure ecstasy until, at last, their bodies could take no more.

Izuku and Nana slumped into exhausted sleep, Nana still on top of her boyfriend, their naked bodies tangled together as the aftershocks ran through them.

As it turned out, telepathic orgasms were literally mind-blowing.

Smut over.

A few hours later, Nana and Izuku groaned in unison as they came to, Izuku's arms still tight around Nana's body.

With remarkable presence of mind considering the fact that he had woken up with a naked woman on top of him again, Izuku muttered, "Nana, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Nana replied as she got her bearings (she didn't move, more than content to lay in her boyfriend's embrace), "what the fuck happened?"

Izuku fidgeted a little as Nana remained on top of him, but he figured that there was little point being embarrassed, considering what they'd done. He said, "I, um...I think we had sex."

Nana glared at him with so much fond sarcasm in her eyes it gave Izuku brief flashbacks to Aizawa. Dryly, Nana responded, "Yeah, Izuku, I noticed we had sex. What I meant was, "How the fuck did we pass out, and why is it apparently six hours later?"

Izuku followed Nana's pointing fingers to the clock by his bed, which said it was just past six. His eyes got even wider.

Weakly, he suggested, "Um...maybe we just fell asleep?"

Nana sighed and kissed him, shutting Izuku up before he could come up with any more dumb theories. A few moments after the kiss ended, she decided, "I'm pretty sure that whatever the fuck happened when we came is why we passed out. Izuku, do you remember what happened?"

Izuku shut his eyes for a moment, and recalled the mad, intense passion of their first time, of the burst of light that had filled their vision right as they tipped over the edge. He caught vague glimpses of cries of ecstasy, overpowering sensations, and finally collapsing with exhaustion.

Izuku nodded and answered, "Yeah...whatever we did, I think the feedback loop kept going until we passed out.

Nana stroked her chin thoughtfully, still refusing to get off of Izuku. Eventually, she said, "Alright, that's good to know for next time."

Izuku's face morphed into an expression of shock, and he stammered, "N-next time? Nana, we fucked so hard we got knocked unconscious!"

Nana's excited face didn't mix well with the "stop being stupid" glare she fixed on Izuku. Eagerly, she replied, "I know. Izuku, that was the best sex I've ever had. We are going to do that again."

Izuku gulped, and Nana added more softly, "Only if you want to, of course."

For all Izuku's worries, the prospect of doing that again was just...perfect. He sighed and said, "Of course we're going to do it again. Just...not right now, please? I don't want to get knocked unconscious again."

"Fine," Nana agreed, "speaking of which, we should probably see if that happens every time or not. No matter what, though, I have to say that I definitely don't regret falling for you."

"Um, thanks?" Izuku replied in confusion, "but...what makes you say that?"

"Because you're hot as fuck and also a sex god," Nana told him matter-of-factly.

Izuku choked on air as Nana watched in amusement. Izuku finally pleaded, "Please don't call me that, Nana."

"If you don't want to be called a sex god, then you shouldn't be a sex god," Nana said reasonably, making Izuku release her to roll over and groan into his pillow. Nana just smiled indulgently, using the opportunity to come up behind her boyfriend and pepper the back of his neck with kisses.

Izuku wondered, "Why are you like this, Nana?"

"Because you're cute when you get flustered," Nana answered shamelessly.

Izuku just sighed and rolled back to face Nana. Not expecting the motion, she blinked in surprise as he pressed a tender, loving kiss to her lips. She shivered in happiness as she started to return the kiss, wrapped up in Izuku's love and comfort.

When the kiss ended, Nana grumbled, "Now that's just not fair. How do you go from "innocent nerd" to "smooth badass" so quickly?"

Izuku just shrugged, and Nana tamped down her rising lust at her boyfriend's bare body to sit up and say, "I'd love to just lie here with you all day, believe me, but we should probably go eat before the rest of the class thinks we've been kidnapped or something."

"Yeah," Izuku agreed as he searched for his clothes, "good idea."

"Oh, yeah, and once we're done with that, we're coming right back up here," Nana told Izuku.

"Why?" he asked as he pulled on his shorts.

Nana turned him around to face her again. Raising an eyebrow, she made a point of letting her gaze shamelessly roam his body, then replied, "Because I just found out that my stupidly hot boyfriend can make me cum so hard I black out. There is no way in hell I'm not taking so much advantage of that."

Izuku just sighed as they finished dressing and Nana led the way downstairs, winking suggestively at him the whole time.

Nana was the most ridiculous woman Izuku had ever met, and he loved her for it.

Katsuki had just about given up searching through an endless tide of useless information when Kirishima said, "Hey, I might have something here."

Katsuki looked up from the book summary he'd been reading and asked, "What is it?"

In response, the redhead turned his laptop screen around, letting Katsuki see the old news article in question.

Katsuki's eyes widened slightly as he saw the picture first; that was Twinkle Toes, alright. Same black hair in a messy bun, same mole on her cheek, same sassy grin, hell, she was wearing the same fucking costume. The only difference was...this version of Twinkle Toes was older. Like, several decades older.

"What the hell?" Katsuki breathed. He looked up at Kirishima, an unspoken question in his eyes. Kirishima just shrugged, clearly as confused at Katsuki was.

Then, Kirishima said, "That's not all. Check the headline."

Katsuki's eyes returned to the screen, and he got even more confused.

Out loud, he said, "Pro Hero Maverick killed in battle with unidentified villain…" Okay, what the fuck?"

"Maverick" is Shimura's hero name, too," Kirishima pointed out, "but...look at the date."

Katsuki quickly scanned for the information, and his eyebrows knitted together in growing confusion and irritation. He demanded, "Okay, why the hell does Twinkle Toes have a doppelgänger who died thirty years ago?"

"I don't know," Kirishima said, "I read through the whole article, but...there's not much there, actually. It doesn't identify the villain, it doesn't tell us if she had family, hell, it doesn't even say her real name!"

Katsuki nodded as his mind raced. He mused, "It probably wouldn't. Up until pretty recently, heroes didn't have to make their real names public. Even now, some still don't."

Katsuki noticed Kirishima regarding him with mild surprise, and he snapped, "What the hell are you looking at?"

Holding his hands up, Kirishima answered, "Hey, I'm just impressed you knew that, that's all. Still, this just makes things more confusing."

Katsuki looked back down, into the face of a woman who should be dead, yet was gallivanting around his goddamn dorms.

He insisted, "This isn't some doppelgänger. Somehow, this is her. I don't know how I can tell, but I know."

"That's a pretty big claim," Kirishima replied, "isn't there a better explanation?"

"Like what?" Katsuki demanded.

Kirishima stroked his chin thoughtfully for a long moment. Then, he said, "I don't know. Shimura could be a relative, one who's trying to carry on this "Maverick's" legacy. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

"This is no coincidence," Katsuki said with all the confidence he possessed.

"Then what is it?" Kirishima wondered

Katsuki shrugged, still at a loss for a good explanation, until all of a sudden, he felt a dawning horror come over him.

"Kirishima," he began slowly, "you remember those Nomu fuckers, right?"

Slowly, Kirishima nodded, painful memories rising in response to Katsuki's question.

Katsuki continued, "And you remember how, after the...after the war, we found out that that "Kurogiri" bastard was actually a Nomu?"

Kirishima's eyes went wide as he began to follow Katsuki's train of thought to a worrying place. He breathed, "You don't think-"

"That this Shimura might somehow be a resurrected artificial monster like the ones that Shigaraki and the League used?" Katsuki finished, "honestly, that's the best explanation that I can come up with."

Kirishima still didn't look convinced. "I don't know, that seems pretty out there. What about the whole "All Might's daughter" thing? And what about the fact that she's supposedly dating Midoriya? Wouldn't he be the most likely to figure out what she was?" he pointed out.

Drumming his fingers on the tabletop as his agitation grew, Katsuki replied, "I don't know. But think about it; she shows up out of nowhere, somehow gets Midoriya on her side-"

"He's dating her, of course he would be on her side, they must have known each other before-" Kirishima interrupted.

But Katsuki just continued, "And she has multiple quirks. The flight, obviously, but she's also got super strength. Now, either you buy the "dual quirk" explanation, which is pretty out there, or, you consider whether or not that might be another quirk entirely. Even if it isn't... remember how strong Shigaraki was, even without his quirks?"

Kirishima fell silent, unable to come up with a good counter for the hypotheticals Katsuki was raising. Instead, he asked, "But the entire League is in jail, remember? They even caught the doctor. How could Shimura be some sort of High-End Nomu if she's only showing up now?"

"Simple," Katsuki growled, "she could be a contingency plan, a living deadman's switch. That doctor was definitely crafty enough to have one. Think about it-if you were going down anyway, having a backup to only release once everyone thought you were gone might be the best option to either get revenge or just cause more chaos out of spite. Either that, or she somehow escaped the final battle. The doctor never did tell us how many Nomu he made, after all."

Kirishima seemed to be entertaining the idea. He mused, "If this whole crazy theory was right, that could explain why she got close to Midoriya and, apparently, to All Might. It makes sense that the doctor would be trying to take them down-they beat his bosses, after all."

Katsuki nodded grimly, but added, "This is just a theory, though. But if it's true…"

"People are in danger," Kirishima finished. Turning to Katsuki, he asked, "So, Bakugo, what do we do? Even if your theory isn't right, something isn't adding up about Shimura."

Even as Katsuki felt more gratitude than he would ever admit at how Kirishima instantly trusted him, he realized that he couldn't just march up to Deku and yell at him like he'd once done. That...he didn't think that would work, not when Deku had become so much stronger and less afraid. Besides, Katsuki wasn't the same boy who had done that so often, back when they were children.

But at the same time, Katsuki remembered the war, and the chaos, and his own kidnapping. He couldn't let even a tiny echo of that survive.

"I don't know yet," Katsuki admitted through clenched teeth, "but one way or another, we're going to figure this out."

"I will not let anyone else get hurt," he thought to himself, "even Deku."