A/N:

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia and neither do you!

This was meant to be some silly, lighthearted nonsense based solely on the pun title. Then a little bit of seriousness about sexual harassment creeped in, because that's where the story went. And now I fear the theme/tone is confused. I worry the lighthearted aspects and the serious aspects don't mix well, that they each make the other feel out of place.

I hope that's just me worrying, and that it's a decent read.

...

Midoriya Izuku had always been the weird kid.

Being Quirkless in a Quirked world kept him at the bottom of the social ladder. If it wasn't universal, it was certainly the case in the Aldera School System that the first, most basic criteria for popularity was having a Quirk.

Izuku didn't.

Izuku grew used to it over the years. Used to being ignored, used to being passed over when teams were picked, used to being the odd man out in group projects.

Apart from being bullied, Izuku didn't know what it was like to be the center of attention, because he had never experienced it in his whole life.

Then he got a Quirk. All Might's Quirk! And with it he was able to make it into UA, the top of the heap as far as hero schools went.

Izuku wasn't prepared for it; he didn't know how to handle it! Life with a quirk was so different. People paid attention to him. They wanted to be friends. They liked him!

When his best friend, Uraraka Ochaco, had turned "Deku", the name bullies used to belittle him, into a hero's name he could be proud of, it had been a paradigm shift. But it was only the first of many. His experiences at UA were a whole new world for him; his new Quirk status brought him all kinds of notice. Fear at his destructive power, awe at his determination, cheer and kindness at the heroic spirit he shared with everyone around him.

Somehow, Izuku became popular. He became the central pillar of Class 1-A. He wasn't prepared for the attention his quirk status brought about.

And he wasn't prepared for the attention another change brought about, either.

Izuku worked hard for ten months to earn One For All. He had single-handedly cleared Takoba Beach, restoring that ecological disaster into a pristine park everyone could enjoy once again.

All Might showed him the before and after photos of his efforts, building his scrawny middle school body into a proper vessel for his incredible quirk. The transformation had been astonishing, but even with the evidence on All Might's phone, it never registered to Izuku that his body had been rebuilt into a mass of muscles that the Greek gods would have envied.

To him, he was still just Izuku, the hopeless hero nerd giving his all to catch up to his peers.

But to everyone else, the transformation was impossible to ignore…

…

"Izuku, I'm home!"

Midoriya Inko stormed through the front door, her arms burdened with bags from her shopping trip today. Her eyes shone and an excited song was on her lips; she had a surprise for her son that she couldn't wait to show him.

"Mom!" Izuku rushed to the genkan and burrowed between her shopping bags to wrap her in a quick hug before relieving her of her load and carrying the bags for her. She smiled and guided him to set them down on the dining table.

"Izuku! I have a present for you!"

"You did?" Izuku blinked at the surprise, but his confusion didn't quell his curiosity. What did she get him?

"Mm-hmm," she answered, barely containing her giddiness and glee as she dug through one of the bags. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she swung his gift before him.

Izuku gasped, frozen in place and overwhelmed with emotion.

"A hero suit?" He whispered, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

Inko's lip trembled as she began to cry with him.

"Yes," she said. "You…you made me so proud, Izuku. You made it into UA! You're going to be a hero!" She screeched with joy before she continued in a more sober tone.

"I know I haven't always supported you as I should have. Like you needed. But from now on, Izuku, I'm all in. I'll support you all the way!" She smiled, her eyes desperately asking for forgiveness that her son was quick to offer with a watery smile of his own.

"And it all starts with this. I saw some of your drawings one night and Mitsuki let me borrow one of her sewing machines and I made this costume for you!"

Izuku blushed. It was a little embarrassing to know Mom had seen some of his designs; no matter how many times she praised his art skills, he never thought he was any good. But seeing the real thing, seeing how his mom had brought his sketches to life was so cool!

"I love it, Mom," he said, reaching out to touch the sleeve, pinching the fabric between his fingers to feel it. After admiring it for a moment, he slid around it and wrapped Inko in another hug, tight and grateful.

"Thank you for being the best mom ever," he whispered.

Inko sat the costume on the table and returned her son's hug.

"Thank you for being you, Izuku."

The warm moment passed and both of them got excited again.

"Try it on, Izuku! Let's see how it fits!"

"Yeah! I can't wait! I'm gonna look so cool!"

Izuku snatched the suit and scurried to his room to change. Inko started putting away the rest of her shopping haul, excited to see how Izuku looked.

She didn't wait long before Izuku walked back down the hallway. Just before he turned the corner she asked, "How does it look on you?"

"Well…"

His uncertain tone worried Inko. Did he not like it? What was wrong?

She found out when Izuku turned the corner with an awkward smile on his lips.

"Oh! Oh my…"

The suit looked fine; it looked cool! The problem was that it was too small.

Much too small.

It fit too snug all across his body. It stretched across his broad chest and so many unexpected muscles poked through the fabric. His gait was awkward, too; the pants were even tighter than the top of the suit!

"Wow, Izuku. I didn't realize you had filled out so much over the past year. I used your measurements from the last time I altered your gakuran; I didn't think you'd grown this much!" Her eyes took in the sight of her son as he fidgeted and squirmed, pulling at the suit here and there as he tried to loosen the uncomfortably tight fit.

"It's a great costume, Mom," he began. "But…I can't wear this! It's too tight!"

The fabric made a sound as he tried to move in it. Izuku and Inko looked at each other in shock at the surprising sound, blinking before they laughed.

"You've just grown up so much," Inko said. "But don't worry; we can fix this. Just needs a little alteration. I'll call Mitsuki and see if I can borrow her machine again and—"

"Wait, Mom," Izuku interrupted her. He turned and rushed back to his room. Inko cringed as she noticed that the suit was even tighter in the back. Her son was right; it just wouldn't do to let him go out hero-ing in that!

Izuku disappeared into his room for just a moment before he returned, offering a few stapled pages to her.

"Look, Mom! It's the packet about UA's costume allowance! Since you already made the suit, we can go to UA tomorrow and have the Support Department make the changes! It's probably a good idea anyway; they can check it over and approve it since we didn't go through a regular support company."

Inko skimmed the documents, nodding. Izuku was right; it was probably a good idea to have the pro's look it over.

Then she smirked when she read the signature at the bottom.

"Hmm, I don't suppose you want to get a jump start on autographs, huh? Power Loader is the head of the department!"

Izuku blushed and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Guilty as charged!"

…

Izuku and Inko walked the halls of UA. Not extensively; since classes had not started yet, Izuku's student ID had only authorized them to go directly to the Support Department. Still, Izuku fawned at every little detail along the way, no matter how mundane or trivial.

"Wow, look at this, Mom! A UA fire alarm switch! This is SO COOL!"

Inko shook her head. She loved her son dearly but his enthusiasm was a bit too nerdy for her.

Finally they arrived and Inko gaped at a sight that really was worth awe. The door to the Support Lab was anything but mundane; it was armored, reinforced and complicated in ways that Inko couldn't begin to understand. It was intimidating, somehow, but her son stepped up to it with ease.

He knocked and stood back, politely making room for it to be answered.

'Such a good boy,' Inko thought, always impressed at her son's manners.

Then the door exploded!

"Mom!" Izuku slid in front of her, shielding her with his body as a missile, a pink blur, shot out from the lab, following the armored door in its flight.

"HATSUME!"

Before the dust had settled, the Excavation Hero, Power Loader, stomped out from the room, shaking his fist at the cloud of dust the explosion had caused.

"Hehehe," a voice came from the cloud, shameless and full of cheer. Inko and Izuku turned to the other side of the hall as the dust settled and another figure emerged from the wreck.

A female figure, dusty and dirty in some worn out coveralls, with soot staining her pink locks and an ornate set of goggles wrapped around her eyes.

"This is great, Sensei! A success of engineering!"

"HOW IS THIS A SUCCESS?!" The hero bellowed, the anger in his tone causing the Midoriyas to jump.

"Now I know where the problem with my baby is and I can start building the Mark III! The best teacher is failure, and I learned a lot from this one. So…success!"

Izuku and Inko went back and forth, staring at the girl gleefully laughing amidst the pile of wrecked machinery, and the hero as he shook with rage, his face turning red under his large helmet.

"U-um, excuse me," Izuku dared to squeak out, and the Support Department duo turned to face them, acknowledging their presence for the first time.

"Huh? Who are you?"

Inko jumped at the hero's question, feeling anxious. Had they come at the wrong time?

"Oh, wait, I remember. You two are—"

"CUSTOMERS!"

Before Power Loader could finish, the green-haired family were nearly tackled by the rambunctious student(?), the one Power Loader had called "Hatsume." She immediately stole their hands, first Izuku's then Inko's, shaking them vigorously in greeting, leaving mechanical grease and soot behind.

"That's enough, Hatsume," Power Loader growled, capturing the girl by the back of her collar. She was unaffected, still beaming and gesticulating at them, laughing and making a pitch about "Hatsume Industries" and "babies" that neither Midoriya knew what to make of.

"Midoriya-san, Midoriya-kun, my apologies. This here is Hatsume Mei; she isn't even officially my student yet but, as you can see, she's very eager to get started."

"I've already invented 7 babies this week!"

Power Loader shook his head.

"She calls her inventions her babies," he explained, and with their unasked question answered, Inko and Izuku breathed a little easier in understanding.

"For all of her chaos, she is actually brilliant," he continued, bragging on his newest student in the most exasperated way. "If I can get her to calm down and be a little more careful she'll do great things in the future."

"I do great things now!"

Power Loader merely sighed as he let go of her, and she rushed back into the lab to work on her next project.

"Anyway," Power Loader said, leading them into the Support Lab, leaving the mess in the hallway for the clean-up bots to handle later. "You're here for some adjustments to your costume, right?"

Izuku nodded, lifting the bag holding his costume to confirm.

"Great! This is easy and will be a nice change of pace after dealing with that insane gremlin all week," he said, pointing a thumb at Mei. "Resizing is easy, and it won't take me long to give it a suitability check for hero student costumes. Why don't you go ahead and put it on and we'll see what we're working with."

Izuku nodded and entered the small changing room in the corner. Power Loader brought a chair from one of the workbenches for Inko to sit on, and she waited near a small platform surrounded by full-length mirrors similar to the one in Mitsuki's fashion design studio.

Izuku came out, blushing again at the uncomfortably tight fit, and stepped up to the tailor's platform.

"Hmm," Power Loader said, inspecting the suit and its fit. "It looks like you did a nice job putting this together, Mrs. Midoriya. But I definitely see what you mean about the fit. Let me grab a measuring tape and we can get started…"

"No need!"

Once again the human hurricane known as "Mei" stormed through, hopping up on the platform along with Izuku.

"Hatsume," Power Loader sighed. "What are you doing now?"

"You don't need a measuring tape," she declared as she started flexing her fingers. "Just leave this to me!"

Inko was confused. How was this girl going to measure her son without a tape? She turned to Power Loader, hoping he could clear it up. But instead of an explanation, she saw panicked eyes peering through his elaborate helmet, and he lunged an arm forward.

"Hatsume, don't—"

Inko frowned. Don't? Don't what?

Then she heard a shriek.

She heard her son shriek.

Her head swung back to the tailor's platform, a mother's instinctive response at the sound of her son's distress. And when she saw what was happening, she joined him.

"What are you doing?!" she shrieked.

Hatsume didn't respond. She was too busy circling her son, bouncing from one angle to another.

Groping him!

Her gloved hands wrapped around his bicep, squeezing a few times before she leaned down to handle his leg. Around and around she went, repeating the process, invading Izuku's personal space and laying her hands all over him.

"Don't worry," Mei called out. "Just measuring! This is way easier than using some silly tape!"

Was this girl serious? Inko was getting dizzy; this girl was a real handful! Inko watched in horror the chaos that was enveloping her son, cringing with every embarrassed squeal that escaped his lips as that pink-haired menace manhandled him.

She turned to Power Loader, surprised that he wasn't putting a stop to it. His shoulders had slumped in defeat.

"Believe it or not," he said. "She is very good at this. If he can put up with it for another minute, she's almost done."

Inko didn't like that response, but if it was almost done…

She turned again to watch, biting back her discomfort as she watched the measuring take place. It was awful seeing her son so embarrassed, watching as this strange girl with no manners touched her son.

'Just a little longer, baby…' she thought.

Inko tried to hold it in. She tried to take it in stride.

Until Mei went too far.

"Oh," Hatsume said all of a sudden. Inko's brows furrowed; the girl's tone changed in an instant. The manic energy calmed; her volume quieted. The flurry of motion stilled as the girl focused on the place she was measuring.

"This is nice," Hatsume said, almost purring. Something about her tone made Inko furrow her brows; what was that girl doing?

"Mmm," Hatsume said, squeezing again. "Yes, very nice. Inspirational!" Then the girl giggled, the most girlish sound this wild child had made since they arrived.

"Hey Muscles," Hatsume said, addressing Izuku directly. Inko looked at her son's face; it had gone from a flaming red blush to ghostly white; his eyes were wide open and his mouth hung open in terror.

"Wanna help me make some new babies?"

Inko stumbled out of her chair. Sure, Power Loader has explained that Mei called her inventions, "babies," but it was still too much for Inko. There was something about that girl's tone, something scandalous that sent Inko's mom-senses flaring.

She walked over to the platform, and when she did she got a closer look at the compromising position this girl had her son in.

She was groping him, still, as she had been this whole. But now she was focused on one spot.

His butt.

"Stop that!" Inko screamed, latching on to her son's arm and pulling him down from the platform and shielding his body from that awful, shameless girl.

"Aww," Hatsume whined, looking crestfallen at having her toy taken from her. She stepped forward, wiggling her fingers in the air, reaching for two more handfuls of Izuku-buns.

Inko turned to hold her son tight, wrapping him protectively in her arms to keep him safe from this maniac mechanic's grabby hands.

Mei stopped, foiled by the woman's tight hold over her son. Her gaze dropped, and rested on Inko's rear. She lifted her goggles and activated her quirk, letting her vision focus in and inspect her target.

"Hmm…" She mumbled as she investigated the woman's behind. "Looks like the apple fell pretty far from the tree," she commented. "Muscles' buns are a lot nicer that yours, lady."

Inko's body tensed at Mei's rude comment. With rigid, mechanical movements, her neck oscillated, turning until she faced the girl head-on. She stared, horrified, as Mei kept sizing up her bottom. Inko's lip trembled then tears flooded her eyes. She pulled her hands away from her son and covered her face, then rushed out of the room crying.

Izuku recovered from his violated daze when he heard his mother crying.

"Mom!" He rushed out of the room behind her, his stride long but awkward as he sprinted in his too-tight suit.

Power Loader and Mei watched the two go.

"HATSUME!" Power Loader was livid, turning to the girl to chew her out. She had tormented him all week, destroying his support labs and making mess after mess. Every lecture he had given her had gone in one ear and right out the other.

But this was a step too far!

He yelled and yelled, barking at her about her awful behavior. Mei still ignored him, but this time it was different. For once, she wasn't focused on her next invention. Instead she stared at the door, confused as a blush overtook her face. For the first time ever she was daydreaming about a boy, about Muscles…about his cute butt, instead of her next cute baby.

'Good Lord,' Power Loader thought. The only thing worse than Mei's antics in the lab were her antics chasing after a boy.

…

It was the second day of class and All Might had just announced 1-A's first Heroics assignment: a Battle Trial! The class was excited, even more so when All Might unlocked the costume storage in the classroom.

The class rushed to grab their cases, eager to try on their new costumes. Izuku lagged behind as he retrieved his, sighing as he remembered the ordeal he went through to have it adjusted.

Rushing out of the Support Lab to comfort his mother meant the fitting session was abandoned halfway through. Power Loader sent one of the new Third-Year's to retrieve his suit and return Izuku's street clothes, but with only half of the measurements recorded before they left, Izuku wasn't looking forward to the incomplete effort.

He changed, waiting for the rest of the boys to head out to Training Ground Beta. He wanted to bring up the rear to avoid bringing attention to his costume as long as possible.

'Still too tight,' he sighed as he walked out of campus. Izuku felt self-conscious over the skintight fit. He admired All Might in all things; he wanted to emulate his hero in every way! Except for this; he wanted to leave the skintight suits to the heavyweights. He didn't like feeling this exposed!

Izuku tried to sneak into the back of the group when he made it to Ground Beta, keeping his head down as if that would keep him out of sight. Then he saw Uraraka, and after stopping to blush at how good she looked in her own too-tight costume, he felt a bit of relief knowing she was in the same boat.

"I wish I had been more specific on my request form," she had said, blushing in embarrassment as he took in her suit. "It's so curvy and embarrassing!"

Izuku didn't think she had anything to be embarrassed about, but he understood how she felt all too well.

"I know what you mean," he said in a small voice. Ochaco smiled softly and patted him on the back.

It felt good to have a friend to share his troubles with. His first friend in so long; his BEST friend! For all of his embarrassment, he felt warm knowing she understood.

They weren't the only two with skintight suits, though. Ashido Mina, for once, wore a costume that left little to the imagination. Her colorful bodysuit hugged her figure just as tightly as theirs did, but the top was cut in a far more revealing style. It was somehow even more scandalous than Izuku's costume, but unlike him, she was completely comfortable in it.

'I don't understand that kind of confidence at all,' he thought.

Ashido looked over to the two of them, Izuku and Ochaco, and skipped over to join them with a big smile on her face. She greeted Ochaco first, wrapping her in a quick side-hug, before stepping back to appreciate the gravity girl's costume.

"Oh, lookin' good, Ochaco-chan! Love how your suit shows off all your curves," she teased, wiggling her body and tracing the shape of an hourglass in the air with her hands.

"Looks like I've got competition in the sexy costume club, girl!"

Ochaco blushed, hunching in on herself, trying to cover up and hide from Mina's suggestive gaze. The pink girl laughed, and gave her friend a break by moving on to her next target: Midori!

'These two are so easy,' she thought. Ochaco was so fun to tease, and Midori, already the class Cinnamon Roll, would be even easier to get a rise out of.

Then Mina looked at him, but before she could start poking fun, she stopped to really drink in his appearance. She was surprised to see how fit he was; his tight costume didn't hide all of his muscles the way his bulky school uniform did. His arms, his chest, everything about him was so much fitter than she expected, so grown up and manly.

'I never would have expected this,' she thought as she started to circle around him.

Then she hit the mother lode.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed. His arms and chest were great but they were nothing compared to this!

Midori, that timid little mouse, had a CUTE BUTT!

"Daaang, Midori," she marveled. "How'd you get end up with such a tight pair of buns!"

"BUNS?!" Izuku shrieked and spun around to face Mina, hiding his backside from her. She grinned and slipped back behind him; between her Acid skating and his flustered state it was easy move passed and get another glance of his perfect posterior.

"Why so shy, Midori? You have nothing to be embarrassed about!"

She giggled as Midori squawked his disagreement. He spun around again, reaching his arms behind him to cover his behind, but Mina wasn't ready to give up yet!

Mina pursued him in a game of cat and mouse. Every move he made to escape her, to hide his backside from her, was thwarted by her agile moves. She spun around, laughing and teasing, wolf-whistling at every glance she stole of his butt.

'So cute!' she thought.

Eventually she cornered him against a wall. Izuku dug his back against it, but there was no escape. But with his back to the wall they were at a stalemate; Mina had him in her clutches, but his butt was hidden from her.

"Aww, no fair Midori! Just let me see! C'mon!" Mina leered at him, and Izuku felt afraid. That same panic he felt in the Support Lab returned; he felt like a helpless piece of meat in the face of a hungry predator.

And Mina sure felt like a predator. Why wouldn't Midori just give up? His butt was so cute; she just wanted to see it, to appreciate it some more.

'And maybe squeeze it…' she admitted to herself, almost salivating at the thought. His buns looked so tight, so firm; she bet they'd be fun to squeeze!

"Come onnnn!" Mina whined. She wasn't going to let him go until she got what she wanted!

…

Kyoka mulled around in the crowd, listening in on conversations but not joining in too deeply herself. It was a lot of noise, but beyond practicing her ability to isolate different sounds in the midst of a cacophony of teenagers, nothing in particular held her interest.

Until she honed in on one group across the field they were waiting in. Not so much a conversation as…antics. That chipper girl, Mina, was tormenting Midoriya.

In and of itself it wasn't that special, but it was how she was tormenting him, or rather why.

'Midoriya has a cute butt?'

Kyoka wasn't nearly as boy-crazy as Mina apparently was; she liked boys a normal amount. But the girl's fawning over Midoriya's muscles, and his keister, piqued her curiosity.

'It's hard to imagine,' she thought. Midoriya was so short and meek; an anxious mess who panicked through yesterday's entire Quirk Assessment. She couldn't believe that he had anything to write home about underneath his baggy UA uniform.

She was skeptical, but when she heard Mina start whining, begging for another look, followed by Ochaco joining in to tell Mina to leave "Deku-kun" alone, Kyoka couldn't resist her curiosity anymore. She walked to the wall around the corner from their group, listening with her quirk until she could tell it was safe to sneak a peek.

'Whoa,' she thought as she saw for herself. She immediately understood Mina's persistence in pursuing the green-haired boy. Midoriya was HOT!

While she couldn't see his butt from this angle, she could see his arms and his chest flexed through his skintight suit. Kyoka couldn't believe how ripped he was!

'It's a pleasant surprise,' she thought as she continued to gawk.

She listened and watched, and all of Mina's teasing and talk about the boy's backside made her jealous that she had missed seeing it herself.

So she did the next best thing. With the others distracted, with Midoriya pressed against the wall and the girls quarreling over Mina's attempts at sexual harassment, Kyoka sneakily snaked her long earlobes around the corner to commit some harassment of her own.

Just as Izuku's cries peaked when Mina pulled on his arms, slowly prying him away from the wall, he froze and yelped and everyone went quiet. Something poked his butt, two somethings, and he slowly turned and looked back to find a pair of small earphone jacks prodding his posterior. His eyes followed the cords they were attached to back to their source, until he was staring at Jiro's blushing face.

"Firm…" was all she said, lost in the moment. With Midori and Ochaco distracted, and with a fire lit by Kyoka's commentary on the subject, Mina took the opportunity to reach for a handful of Midori-booty once again! She leaned forward, almost making it far enough to grab it, but was stopped at the last moment by Ochaco jumping between her and her friend to hold her back.

Kyoka leapt into action, too, joining Mina in reaching for Midoriya's buns. Izuku cowered behind Ochaco, terrified and clueless about how to deal with a pair of hormone-crazed girls. Ochaco was strong, but even she was struggling to hold both of them back. Just as Jiro and Ashido were about to overtake her and break through, an authoritative voice called out.

"Ladies! Control yourselves!" They stopped and turned to see Yaoyorozu Momo walking towards them with her arms crossed and a frown on her lips.

"This is no way to behave! You are here to be heroes, not harassers! You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

Momo came to the rescue. She stopped in front of the girls, looking down at them and scowling until they relented and sulked away ashamed. Momo shook her head as she watched them walk away then turned to offer Izuku and Ochaco a kind smile, one that they returned in thanks and relief.

"Honestly," Yaoyorozu said, disappointed at her classmated. "I'm sorry you two had to go through that. Picking on you for your costumes? That's terrible."

Izuku and Ochaco nodded in agreement. It seemed like Yaoyorozu understood them, too. They noticed she had the raciest costume of all, and after blushing at just how revealing it was, they started to feel a kinship with the high-class girl.

'Maybe she feels embarrassed, too.' Izuku thought, sympathizing for his new friend's plight. 'I think she needs to show more skin for her quirk to work! That must be so hard on her…'

"Oh, I was about to make a new glove for Tooru-chan. Sero got some of his tape stuck to one of hers while he was showing off and he can't get it off. If you'll excuse me…"

She was walking away before they could say goodbye, activating her quirk as she went. Just as Izuku and Ochaco started to think they had found another kindred spirit, another prospective member for their "Embarrassed-By-Our-Costumes" club, Yaoyorozu threw them for a loop.

The tall girl reached into her cleavage, pulling out a new glove for their invisible classmate. Then she reached up to re-settle her assets into her suit. All without shame, all out in the open as she walked back to the rest of the group.

Izuku and Ochaco looked at each other and blushed.

'Looks like we're still on our own,' Izuku thought. Yaoyorozu clearly didn't share their embarrassment or shame at all!

…

The attention didn't stop there. As the weeks went on Izuku found himself the target of more and more of his female classmates, and some from the other hero class, too!

"Why me?!" he often moaned.

One day he walked to class with Asui and Uraraka. When Izuku turned to watch as Uraraka acted out some silly faces she saw in a comedy show the night before, the frog girl took her chance to snap her tongue out and whip at his butt. Izuku shrieked and spun around, only to find the blank, seemingly innocent stare of his rainy day friend. He suspected she was the one that took the shot, but he didn't have any proof.

Not until a faint blush spread across her blank face. Seeing it and feeling embarrassed, Izuku grabbed Ochaco by the wrist and ran away, dragging his friend along with him as he escaped the clutches of his latest shameless admirer.

As Tsuyu watched them go, all she could think was how cute Midoriya-chan was.

…

Midoriya's costume still hadn't been fixed, and it was still embarrassing to change with the other guys. But he quickly found he couldn't afford to avoid them anymore. After enough stealthy pinches of his butt, he grew afraid of changing alone. The faint sound of Tooru's giggles haunted him; it seemed she was the latest of the girls to abuse her quirk to violate his space.

…

Izuku hated how his curiosity over their sister class and their quirks was soured when Tokage Setsuna used her fascinating Lizard Tail Splitter to distract his attention with one disembodied part so her hand could float around and grab hold of his bottom.

"Ahh!" Midoriya screamed as Tokage giggled in his face. He couldn't hold back tears as he ran away. Why wouldn't they stop? Why couldn't they just leave him alone?!

Another time he heard the American exchange student, Pony-san, chatting behind him. She was speaking in English, saying all kinds of filthy things about his body as he felt her gaze behind him. Pony didn't realize that Izuku was fluent in her home language, or that her dirty comments about him weren't hidden behind a language barrier.

'Maybe I should be grateful she's not actually touching me,' he thought. But he still squirmed as Pony went on and on, speaking out loud all of her not-so-secret desires for him.

…

After finding Midoriya hiding in her classroom one lunch period, crying in the corner over being treated like a piece of meat, Midnight, of all people, took sympathy on the boy. She may be the R18 Heroine, but even so she had a soft spot for people being harassed; in her line of work she had seen far too many victims of these kinds of selfish offenses.

'He doesn't deserve this,' Midnight thought. Midoriya was so sweet; he was the ideal student. The other top students, like Yaoyorozu and Todoroki, were diligent in her class, but no one had the genuine passion for her subject like 1-A's green bean. He took Hero Art History to heart; he really cared, he was really interested. He was a rare joy for her to teach!

It broke her heart to see his passion for learning dulled. To see him scared to have lunch with his friends. To see him scared of the unwanted attention he received.

So with Nezu's blessing she set up a special lecture on respect for the first-year hero students who needed it. Most of the girls were required to attend, along with only one of the boys.

Mineta.

The lecture was long and serious. Midnight laid down the law!

She didn't know if it was because the girls honestly took her words to heart and felt remorse for their actions, or if they were just ashamed to find they had stooped down to the same level as Mineta, the class lech, but the lecture worked. The harassment stopped and the girls left Midoriya alone.

But that wasn't quite the end of it…

…

Midoriya was on the train, heading in to the first day back at UA after the Sports Festival. It was cramped and crowded as ever and he was stuck in the middle of a sea of bodies.

"Whoa, it's him!"

"Oh my gosh!"

"He really is a cutie pie!"

Midoriya felt a wave of dread. He looked up from his phone and saw more and more faces turning to gawk at him.

'GIRLS!'

"You're Midoriya from the hero course, right?"

"Uh…uh…" he stumbled over his words as strangers, strange girls, reached out to touch him.

"Of course it's him!"

"Dude, you're my favorite!"

"Yeah, it was so fun to watch you the other day!"

"I loved it when you lost your–"

"GAAAH!"

The doors to the train opened and Izuku dove through the crowd, desperate to escape. Despite the bandages and the aches that remained after Recovery Girl's treatments, he hopped into a sprint, rushing for the UA gates.

And away from the crowd.

When he made it to class, panting and out of breath, he joined in on the class discussion of being recognized on the way to school.

"I had all these people talking to me on the way here!"

"Same here," Mina replied. "So many stares…it was embarrassing!"

Izuku glared at the back of Ashido's head. What would she know about being embarrassed?! She was just as bad as those girls on the train; she was even worse!

"Me too!" Kirishima chimed in, excited that he was recognized despite losing to Bakugo.

"All these grade-schoolers told me I made a good effort," Sero added, slumping in disappointment at his own poor performance.

"What about you, Midoriya-kun?" Yaoyorozu asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Midoriya muttered darkly.

"I bet you got a lot," Kaminari said. "I mean, you made a big splash when your pants fell–"

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"

The glass went silent, surprised at their meek classmate's outburst. Izuku dropped into his seat and slammed his head onto his desk, hiding his face from the world.

And hiding his tears.

'I thought I wouldn't have to be afraid anymore once I got my quirk,' he thought. He stood out in all the wrong back when he was quirkless; he couldn't hide from the bullying back then. Now he was living his dream; training to be a hero at UA with All Might's own quirk in his pocket! He was popular, somehow. He thought he finally fit in!

But he was the center of the wrong kind of attention. His harassment has changed from being tripped and shoved into lockers to being groped and grabbed against his will.

'This is even worse!'

The next morning when he shut his alarm off, he buried his face back into his pillow. He should have been excited; he should have been looking forward to another day of hero training! But he found himself dreading UA as much as he dreaded going to Aldera.

"I hate this…"

…

Class let out for the day and the 1-A students all rushed to leave and head home.

All except for Izuku.

He stayed at his desk, curled in on himself, hiding from everyone else. He had started waiting for the rest of the students to clear out before he made his way home. He missed his usual train and would be late for dinner, but it was worth it to escape a little bit of notice.

Ochaco was a little slower packing up today, and when she stood to leave she noticed her friend was staying behind.

"Are you ready to go, Deku-kun?"

A pitiful sound escaped his throat and she saw his shoulders slump. She frowned; she hated seeing how hard a time Deku had been having lately. All the attention, all the harassment was weighing on him and she wished she knew how to help.

"I'm sorry," she said to him. It felt inadequate to her, but she didn't know what else to say.

Her words were the breaking point for him. Izuku started crying in front of her. He opened up, dumping all of his frustrations and fears on her.

"I can't take it anymore, Uraraka-san! The harassment, the dirty looks, the groping!"

Ochaco felt her heart break seeing him so upset.

"All my life I'm the odd man out; the freak, the class pariah. Then I finally make it to UA against all hope, my dream school, where heroes are born, where things would be different! But it's the same; I'm still teased, still harassed. Now I'm treated like a piece of meat! Every day, whether it's here or on the train or…wherever!"

Izuku started running his hands through his hair, his eyes growing redder as the tears continued to flow. Then he calmed down and stared at his desk again.

"I hate it here…" he said.

Izuku was hurting, and it was hurting Ochaco to see it. Izuku was so special to her; he was her hero from the first day they met! More than that, he was kind, and caring, and smart. He was a great friend! The best!

He was more than that, if she was honest with herself. She really admired him. She really l-lov–

Ochaco shook her head, putting that thought aside for a moment.

He was hurting and he didn't deserve it. Not a bit. Ochaco reached a hand out, wanting to rub his shoulder and offer some small amount of comfort. But she hesitated; after everything he said, after all the unwanted contact he received, she didn't know if it would be welcome. Would he really want her to touch him?

But she couldn't help it. Her best friend was hurting! She had not been in his shoes, not to this extent. But when the world felt like it was caving in on her it was a comforting touch from her mother or father that helped her get through it.

'I hope this is okay,' she prayed as she reached out again and rested her palm on his shoulder.

Her gamble paid off. Izuku didn't cringe under her touch; he leaned into it. Then he surprised her, pulling her into a hug, and he started to cry again. He let his emotions loose some more, and she rubbed gentle circles into his back.

"Why can't anyone just see me for me? Why can't anyone care about me? Not my quirk, not my body…just Izuku Midoriya. It hurts; when will it ever stop?"

"I see you, Deku-kun," she whispered, her country accent slipping in. "I see you, not just yer quirk, and not just yer tushy. You're so much more than that.

"You've got a heroic spirit. Ye so kind and genuine, you really care about everyone.

"And you really care about me."

Izuku slowly pulled out of the hug and sniffled as he looked at her.

"I care about you, too, Deku-kun," she declared with every ounce of sincerity she had.

"More than that, I…I love you."

He gasped. She blushed. She couldn't meet his eyes after she confessed and for a moment they stood still, silence hanging between them

"Do you…do you really mean it?"

Ochaco opened her eyes. Did she mean it?!

She grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

"What do you think?" she asked when it was over. "Do I mean it? Of course I do!"

Izuku leaned in for another kiss, longer this time. And when he pulled away he had a smile for her, the first one she had seen in weeks.

"I love you, too."

…

Soon after that, they were walking to the station together, holding hands. Already Izuku felt better, felt safer, walking home.

'Apparently having a girlfriend keeps some of the heat off of me,' he realized, noticing how many of the eager gazes from passers-by calmed down when they spotted his hand linked in Ochaco's.

But that thought was at the back of his mind. What he was really focused on was how it felt to be Ochaco's boyfriend.

"I'm so happy!"

Ochaco giggled at his outburst and smiled at him.

"Seriously, Ochaco-chan," he said. "It feels so good to know that you really care about me. That you won't do anything to make me uncomfortable."

She nodded; she never wanted to do that!

"I hated everyone groping me," he continued. "It's MY butt, not theirs!"

Ochaco stopped, holding Izuku in place with her.

"You're right; they have no right to do that," she agreed. "But you're wrong about one thing."

"O-oh?"

She turned to him and smiled. Not her soft, sweet smile that he was used to, but a wolfish one, a predatory grin he had become all too accustomed to since he got into UA.

"It's not your butt anymore," she began.

"It's mine."

Izuku blushed. He was shocked! He wasn't used to this playful side of Ochaco; he wasn't used to the hunger in her eyes that was all focused in on him.

It was the same lustful look that had haunted him since receiving One for All. The look that struck terror in his heart when he saw it on other girls' faces.

But Ochaco wasn't any other girl. She was Ochaco.

The look that felt so wrong before felt so right on Ochaco's face.

"Got it, Deku-kun? Your cute little tushy belongs to me!"

Izuku blushed, but he smiled through it.

"Y-yes, ma'am!"

...

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