TheGreatBubbaJ - The time will tell :P
AinzNamikazeD - I certainly won't write smut (so no full 50 Shades of Grey route), but as stated, I do plan to go original... once I finish writing the whole story. So, a while more.
Jpx0999 - Aiko is doing perfectly fine and is ready to fuck shit up for giggles :P
Detrametal - Time will tell what Hisashi is/isn't and what's his goals are :P For now, there is a long road ahead.
Adrianmmgc - Yup. Dadmight for the win.
Guest - Some interesting guesses, but it's once again a 'time will tell' scenario :P
(***)
The world was just as it should be.
Uraraka Ochaco knew that very, very well. She was lying, completely naked (minus the collar, her most prized possession), under a quilt, snuggled as closely to Izuku as humanly possible.
Deku-kun (she loves having a special nickname for him that only she was allowed to use) was lying on his back, right in the middle of their massive bed at the highest level of the Overlook. Unlike her, he was wearing pajamas.
Uraraka Ochaco found her role as not-quite-a-slave bedwarmer of Deku-kun incredibly gratifying. And she was doing her absolute best to keep him as warm as possible! The big part of it was maximizing the amount of body contact.
She has practically mastered it.
She didn't need to breathe, she knew no such thing as physical discomfort and she more or less knew (especially at such a close distance) how he felt right now. As a result, she always exerted exactly as much pressure on him for them to feel all that beautiful physical closeness while making sure that he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
It was like a game to her. All about touching as many parts of his body as possible for as long as possible while making sure that he could sleep soundly and comfortably.
Uraraka was getting something out of that, of course.
Being a Stalker was… weird. It was something really hard to describe. To her, Izuku was like a combination of food, water, oxygen, warmth and probably a few more things. Seeing him, touching him, hearing him breathing (or snoring, even if lightly), just him being there satisfied all those needs at the same time.
Him actually thinking of her, loving her, went beyond that. It was as if she could eat and eat and eat the tastiest food she ever ate, except she just couldn't get enough of it, didn't feel bloated or full, and it kept getting better with every bite.
It was probably not surprising that many Stalkers went way too far with their love.
But Ochako was doing her best to keep Deku-kun happy! And it was working! Everything was just absolutely perfect, even if she had to put quite a lot of effort into tolerating all the hoes that nowadays gravitate around the love of her life.
"So…" Toga whispers before yawning quietly. "... what hour is it?"
"Hopefully your last." Uraraka replies dryly. There goes the mood. Gone, chased out of the room by the reminder that Toga was pretty much mirroring Uraraka's position on the other side of Deku-kun. Somehow, even less clothed than the Stalker.
Completely naked, in short.
It was a wild evening.
Like, to be honest, most of their evenings. And sometimes mornings, or anything in-between.
"Aww, don't be like that." Toga refuses to give up. "Such a tsundere, tsk tsk. I prefer you from last evening over your current grumpy self, you were… much more friendly towards me. And not just towards me, which is totally fine because you have a very nice ass."
At least she speaks quietly. Deku-kun needs to sleep to be properly rested, be healthy and have energy to give Uraraka Ochaco all the love she so desires.
"Go on." Uraraka replies. "Give me more reasons to yeet you into the sun." Aaand… the Bad Thing happens in the background. She'll address it in a moment. For now she has a certain ghoul to deal with.
"Well, whatever hour it is, we should probably start getting off the bed… or just getting off in general." Toga replies, completely ignoring the hostility. "Hmm… you think that I can make Izucchan finish his night with a very nice dream? It would take a little… stroke, or two, or fifty, but…"
"No, you can't do it." Uraraka replies, with just a bit of a smug smile on her face. "You'd know why if you were as close to him as I am."
"Oh?" Toga's eyes narrowed down on her. "Why's that?"
"It's because she knows that I'm no longer asleep." Deku-kun says, before sighing loudly. His eyes are still closed, their joint boyfriend enjoying the lazy morning just as much as they did. "Which, for the record, is you cheating a little, Ochako."
True, she has her little Deku-kun Sensor that makes her know more or less what state her beloved was in. Being asleep and being awake was noticeably different.
In the meantime, Uraraka focused on what was really important right now. Namely, kissing Deku-kun on the cheek, while doing her best to ignore Toga doing the same from the other side.
Somehow, she ended up kissing him on the cheek with her tongue. It was more of a very suggestive cheek-lick. Ehhh, Uraraka is somewhat tired of how irritatingly oversexualized her behavior was.
Then she remembered that she wasn't wearing anything aside from her collar because she decided that wearing clothes in their private quarters is completely pointless for such an obedient servant like her, and… ugggh, damn Toga, destroying Uraraka's moral high ground in her dastardly ways.
"It's Himichan's day, unless my memory fails me." Izuku decides to be slightly constructive about their remarkably lazy morning. "Any ideas for it?"
"Hmmm…" Toga thinks it over for a few seconds. "How about we watch the next part of that horror movie we watched last time?"
That sounds very nice, Izuku decides. He likes horror movies, the entire horror genre in fact! And he loves the fact that after a few months of hard work Himichan found a hobby that wasn't reenacting her favorite scenes from various hentai with him. Except…
"You know…" Izuku asks. "... that the unstoppable serial killer that's the series' antagonist is probably going to be stopped yet again, right?"
"Hey, let me have my hopes!" Toga appears angry for a moment, before mock-punching him in the shoulder (Uraraka manages to not punch her into the wall over that on instinct, but it's not an easy fight). "This way or another, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for him to finally get his hard-earned victory over the protagonists and slaughter them all!"
Toga, despite living in a world with heavy horror undertones, was identifying with the wrong side of the horror genre's characters. Then again, seeing what sort of being she was, it was understandable.
"Great, sounds like a plan." Izuku decides to skip the subject entirely. "Ochako, you won't take advantage of us being temporarily away in order to… creatively inconvenience your main rival in a way that would make Soma Michiko proud?"
Uraraka gasps loudly.
"I'd never do such a thing, Deku-kun!" She announces steadfastly.
"So you still deny responsibility for the act of sabotage that resulted in Himichan discovering the hard way that someone spiked her dinner with ground-up Carolina Reaper, the world's hottest chili pepper?" Izuku asks dryly. "Which happened right after she accidentally messed up your plan to offer yourself as a gift to me for my eighteenth birthday by coming back home before me?"
"Absolutely." Uraraka nods with a completely serious look on her face. "I deny responsibility for the incident in question, for I would never do such a thing to someone as close to you as she is."
She, naturally, lies. Then again, all three people present in the room know that, because they were the only people allowed to enter the Warlord's Suite in the highest level of Overlook. The list of potential perpetrators of the crime in question was very short.
"Great, so we have that covered." Izuku decides to let Uraraka have her little moment of pettiness. Not the worst outlet, really, especially against someone who could just flesh-shape themselves to get rid of their sense of taste for a moment. "That's for the evening. In the meantime, let's just stay in bed and laze around."
Silence.
Izuku groans.
"Yeah, thank you for reminding me that this isn't an option." He then says, before sighing loudly. This day barely started and he already hated it.
(***)
"Deku." Bakugou groans. "Fucking finally. I'm about to explode something or someone, and it's not even fucking noon."
The Overlook was notably bigger nowadays. A lot more rooms and hallways, to the point where Izuku on one occasion got lost in his own fortress (thankfully, Uraraka managed to find him quickly so that his reputation as a Warlord didn't suffer).
They were presently in one of such new additions. Namely, a big hall on Level Two that was supposed to be used for official meetings. Or whenever Izuku wanted to address his cabal and his subsidiaries at once.
They were behind the scene (if you could call it that), Izuku doing his utmost to ignore the sounds of chatter and activity outside.
There was a way to access the back-room area without walking through the room in question. Mostly because Izuku wanted it that way. He wanted less public attention right now, not more!
"Kacchan, you always want to explode something or someone." Izuku quickly replies. They are all wearing their school uniforms, which is remarkably rare nowadays. Then again, serious occasions and so on. "I was a bit busy in the morning, but now, I'm here!"
"You and your fucking horny ass, ghr." Bakugou groans again. "You were almost late for this. Your unofficial father figure would be incredibly pissed off if you did if he was here, you know that?"
"He isn't my dad." Midoriya retorts on instinct. Needing to have that talk without mentioning All Might's name was weird. "Also, I'm almost late not because of us being horny, but because of us being lazy. Stop blaming all problems with me on horniness, I'm not that sex-centered."
Bakugou looks at him extremely emotionlessly.
"How many dryads are living in the Special Exclusion Zone right now?" Bakugou asks. He is… weirdly calm about this.
"Uhm, four?" Izuku replies, looking at Bakugou questioningly. There was a notable growth in the demihuman population of the UA nowadays and it was completely intentional, per the Principal and All Might's new policy that resulted in the public speech that Izuku was about to make.
"Which month of pregnancy is the Pregnancy Fetishist at?" Bakugou asks back. No expletives? Izuku is actually growing worried right now.
"Fourth." Izuku replies, trying to not look excited over the fact. He's really looking forward to being a father and he is going to do his utmost to not be a deadbeat like his own asshole of a sperm donor.
"Which month of pregnancy is the Shroom Witch at?" Bakugou then asks back. "And why is she even pregnant?"
"Second." Izuku admits, trying to not look even more excited. "Shiozaki invited me to a small party at the Green Tower to celebrate the fact that she got pregnant and, well, you know how much Komori is looking up to her as a role model, and…"
"And what is your plan for the next Friday?" Bakugou doesn't let him finish.
"Well, Komori invited me to the Green Tower to celebrate the fact that she got pregnant and…" Izuku pauses before blinking at Bakugou. "Wait, you don't think that the other two…"
"Being incredibly horny is your main personality trait, shitty Deku." Bakugou doesn't let him finish once more, looking utterly done with himself. "At least try to be intelligent about it, or I swear to God that I'm going to punt you into orbit, where even you won't find anything to be horny about."
He is completely right about it. Unfortunately, Izuku was presently too out of it to be able to recognize it, instead staring at his best friend in complete shock. He was still processing the realization that he might have accidentally become a breeding stud for the local population of dryads (and no, he actually had no idea what to think about it because this felt like robbing the act of parenthood of all the really nice emotional parts).
He didn't get to the end of the processing process when he was interrupted by a loud crunch.
Bakugou and Izuku turned to look at the perpetrator at the same time, in almost perfect (but accidental synchronization).
"Ignore me." Aiko replies, before putting another mouthful of popcorn into her mouth. Once she swallows (they are still staring at her, in complete silence), she adds. "No, seriously. Ignore me. Go on."
She is looking like their equal in age nowadays. Her school uniform fits her perfectly, despite Aiko Midoriya most certainly not being an actual student. UA only recruits the best, but gods are a bit outside of the school's reach.
"Did you seriously have to get so influenced by the Library Freak?" Bakugou replies with a question. "You're basically acting like him!" Just less out of search for amusement and more for a genuine interest in studying human behavior, but…
He dreads the results of those two acting like that together. Thankfully, Shoto Todoroki fucked off from the school two months ago to start working seriously on becoming a magister.
Somehow, Bakugou felt like the blessed absence of his eventual brother and cousin-in-law in his life was going to be shorter than he hoped for.
"Would you prefer me…" Aiko replies, completely unmoved by the attack. "... to be influenced by oniichan instead?"
Silence in the room for several seconds. Eventually, Bakugou sighs loudly.
"You know what, that's a good point. Stay that way." He has a feeling that his nerd infecting a literal god of human existence with his concentrated horniness would be a new low. "Alright, Deku. Snap out of it, go out, and go do the fucking speech."
"Can I have someone else do it for me?" Izuku replies, hopeful.
Bakugou just stares at him until Izuku surrenders. Aiko, naturally, makes the crunching sounds in the background the whole time.
(***)
The hall is filled with a lot more people than Izuku is comfortable with facing. Unfortunately, becoming a Warlord had its downsides. Such as a lot of publicity, that he had to deal with on an almost daily basis.
Sure, he is a good actor. That's his saving grace here. But this doesn't mean that he is comfortable with it.
There are seventy-two people in the hall, divided into three groups, each of them sitting around their own very long table. The black uniforms are pretty much the same as always, but there are changes.
Thanks to All Might's reforms of the school. The fact that Izuku approves of them wholeheartedly doesn't make dealing with the results any easier.
The first group is the biggest one, composed of thirty-nine people wearing black uniforms with red trim. New members of the UA Red Course, one that was supposed to produce outstanding combat mages.
Frankly speaking, they were pretty much the same thing as what the Black Course used to be. Not a lot of changes there, even the curriculum was mostly the same.
The middle group was smaller, composed of nineteen people wearing black uniforms with blue trim. They were representing the Blue Course, the first of the two major additions to UA following All Might's reforms.
In Izuku's opinion, separating crafters from the general student body was a good idea. They were divided internally between alchemists and artificers, the former finally getting some proper recognition and something akin to a sub-course with a separate curriculum.
Naturally, they were still going to be trained in combat (it was just that type of a world), but to a lesser degree than the Red Course members.
The final group was composed merely of fourteen people, with black uniforms with green trim. The newly established Green Course, the one that was the most controversial of All Might's ideas.
Every single person sitting by that particular table was a demihuman. Which, well, summarized the reason for said controversy, even if they were all from more manageable species.
He doesn't expect to see another ghoul attending the UA anytime soon. He'd, honestly, be the first one to shoot him or her in the face.
Apparently, seeing Midoriya do his 'magic' with Tsuyu and the others made All Might decide that UA could as well try to be a Japanese trailblazer for demihuman integration. The magister himself didn't expect an awful lot, but any improvement to the present situation was welcome.
Each of those fourteen had one of three possible backstories.
Backstory A: They were a member of a notable magic family that ended up 'falling', but since their species weren't 'that' bad they weren't killed or chased off. They were still rather socially isolated due to their nature, however. Attending UA offered them an option of getting a life on their own AND being less lonely.
Backstory B: They were a second-gen demihuman whose parent(s) decided that they needed some actual social interaction to avoid devolving and losing contact with human civilization. All Might expected this category to grow significantly over time once it would become clear that the Green Course wasn't some nefarious scheme (and even the present ones needed significant security guarantees from the school)
Backstory C: They heard of the initiative on the internet and figured out that this sounds like a way of getting some proper education instead of hiding themselves and who they become (and UA was nice enough to make tuition for Green Course very low precisely to attract people like that).
Backstory D - namely, being bought by the school through some shady blackmarket transactions - was vetoed by All Might, who pointed out that this would mean supporting the traders in question by buying their goods and thus giving them money to obtain even more of their 'merchandise'.
Izuku decided to ignore the fact that the Blue Course members (well, almost all of them) decided to sit on the opposite side of their long-table, just to maintain the maximum possible distance from the Green Course.
Instead, he approaches the podium. Thankfully, the audio system built into the hall works nice.
"My name is Izuku Midoriya." He decides to start by introducing himself. "I'm the Warlord of the Special Exclusion Zone and, yes, I know, you expected the holder of such a big title to be significantly taller."
This actually draws a few chuckles. Huh, he expected a colder reaction. Then again, they are new here, All Might getting rid of Candidacy as an idea (should really decrease the casualties). They're yet to discover his… reputation.
All Might also got rid of the part of the school dealing with the Mundanes. For the non-Initiated, UA closed following a gas explosion that killed a lot of students (and that was actually the MLF's attack).
A lot of things have changed nowadays.
"Since I know how much you enjoy listening to speeches, I'm going to keep it as short as possible." He then adds, because yeah, he hates this part of school life with a passion. "As you all heard already, UA has introduced some rather significant reforms to its curriculum."
And oh boy, he could go over those for hours. He barely recognizes the school. All Might was super thorough, and the Principal clearly decided to not fight him over the details.
"The Candidacy, with its… casualties, is no more." Midoriya continues. He still can't believe that it was the second most controversial part of All Might's reforms, because apparently, less casualties = the school level's dropping (ugh). "This means that from now on you're officially full students of UA. Congratulations for getting in, by the way, I know it wasn't easy."
There are entrance exams nowadays, instead of the 'rat says yes' recruitment system. Another big change, for the better in Izuku's opinion.
"A big part of the new system is the focus on obtaining more practical experience, in order to compensate for the lack of Candidacy." Midoriya continues. "In short, you're going to have to prove that you can survive on your own once you graduate. The school has decided that the best way of achieving that is by involving the Warlords in the actual teaching process."
He has, what, six months of experience in being an Initiate. He barely feels qualified, but…
"Each of the Warlords controls and oversees an Exclusion Zone, with its own distinct dangers, environments and learning opportunities." Midoriya continues. "As a result, the school decided that each student is required to spend at least one semester living, working and studying in each and every of the UA's Six Exclusion Zones. This is going to happen during your first three years here. Once you're done with that phase of your education, you're going to pick one Zone that you feel best at, and spend anywhere between two to four years there. Which depends entirely on how fast you'll manage to complete your curriculums."
There are literal classrooms in the Overlook now. And some teacher quarters right next to those. Ugh. Izuku feels like there was something wrong with students being given so much power.
No, the fact that the Warlords were something akin to the UA's Student Council now didn't change a lot. It was still weird.
"As a result, this particular wave of students was divided into six parts." Midoriya continues. The reason for the numbers being so big was… unpleasant. "You're here, because you ended up being sorted into the Special Exclusion Zone for the next six months, as stated."
MLF's attack on UA was unsuccessful, but the same couldn't be said about their raids at Ketsubutsu, Seiai and Isamu. No one knew what the Front was looking for, and they didn't explicitly target students, but the damage to the school facilities was sizable enough.
Then the UA Principal decided to ramp-up literally everything (including his reality warping bullshit), and the SPSC figured out that they could partially centralize the education of the Initiates in the country by pushing a lot of kids their way.
With Demigod of Rats and All Might being there… well, if someone destroyed UA with those two being there, the country would probably be done for either way. So the whole centralization made sense.
"The main focus of the Special Exclusion Zone…" Midoriya continues. "... are demihumans. We have a lot of them here, even excluding the Green Course members present in this room. During your time here you're going to learn a thing or two about coexistence, and on how to establish a profitable relationship with your not hostile local demihuman community."
Those existed. Typically by paying off major mage families with whatever goods they could make to be protected by them, though.
He doesn't like at least some looks that he is getting right now. This needs to be addressed post-haste.
"Look, I understand where most of the hostility comes from." Izuku says. "However, there are demihuman communities that aren't a threat to humans nearby. And, vice versa, there are mages out there that aren't interested in wearing clothes made of demihuman skin."
It's almost hard to believe it when you see the amount of hostility in this room. Ugh, baby-steps, Izuku.
"I do not expect a lot of cross-species marriages." Izuku continues. Some people (from both sides, again) appear to be disgusted by the idea. Uh-oh, his authority among the Red Course students is going to hit rock bottom once they hear of his… tendencies. "Hell, I do not expect you to like each other. You're free to call each other names for as long as you don't go physical and do not harass each other."
He really can't avoid that, to be honest. Although if either side goes too far, well. He is going to be nasty.
"What I do expect, though, is each of the three groups in front of me getting something out of your time in the Special Exclusion Zone." Midoriya continues. "Red Course is going to learn how to fight hostile demihumans through mock battles and discover the tactical opportunities that a friendly demihuman offers. Blue Course is going to find out what sort of resources can be obtained by establishing a mutually profitable relationship with some local demihumans. Green Course, in the meantime, is going to come out of it while knowing how to properly organize their own communities, how to fight against hostile mages through mock battles, and, hopefully, with some renewed appreciation to the concept of human civilization and culture."
To be honest, he also expects at least a few murders, but… that's for Future Izuku to deal with.
"Now that we have that covered, we're going to move to a quick summary of your future living arrangements and…"