Jendaa Henge, the oldest of the three Henge brothers, sat peacefully in a caf?enjoying his hot, herbal tea. Jendaa knew that his two younger brothers were in prison, thanks to their stupidity. He didn't care though. They were nuisances; like parasites sucking his energy dry. After all these years, his villainous ways had mellowed out quite a bit. Now and days, he just enjoyed spending time in his favorite caf?reading, drinking tea, and chatting with people that wanted to talk with him.

Today, however, seemed awfully quiet. It was raining outside though, so he really didn't suspect that many people would be out traveling. He sighed solemnly before looking up when the bell rang charmingly above the door's entrance. Two people came in: one was a lightly muscled, tall man with green hair, and the other was a cherry looking young woman who came up to the man's shoulder.

They seemed like a happy couple.

Jendaa felt like his old, mischievous ways were crying out to him. He smiled slyly around the rim of his tea cup, and stood. As he approached the couple, the man looked up, his eyes flickered with recognition. So this stranger was familiar with the Henge Brothers.

Izuku had simply wanted to spend a normal day with his best friend, Ochako, but apparently the universe was dead set to change those plans. His eyes were widening with trepidation. The man approaching them was very similar in appearance to the two Henge brothers he already had the misfortune of meeting. Red hair, green eyes, tall, and a smooth, handsome face.

What now? He had already been a villain, and a spider. It couldn't be any worse than that, right?

Jendaa reached his hand out, ready to take Ochako's in greeting.

Izuku pushed her behind him, much to her dismay.

"Hey," she scolded. "What are you doing?"

Izuku ignored her. "You're the oldest of the Henge brothers, right?" He might as well get to the point. Izuku really didn't feel like playing games.

Ochako tensed. After hearing the stories of what happened to Izuku, she already felt defensive for her friend. "What do you want?"

Whoa," Jendaa soothed patiently, holding his hands up in a pacifying manner. "I just wanted to greet two new people I've never met before. Is that a crime?"

Neither of them believed him.

"I doubt it," Izuku growled. "I've been through hell, and back because of your two brothers."

Jendaa put a hand over his chest. "And I apologize for that. You see, they're not all right in the head. They take after our father. Such a shame really." He smiled charmingly at them both. "There's really nothing to fear from me, I promise."

Izuku relaxed slightly. "Is that so?"

Jendaa glanced over at the waiter behind the counter, who tried to appear uninterested by the commotion. "Get them your finest. My treat." He winked at the waiter suggestively.

The waiter smiled, and nodded. "Of course. Make yourselves at home."

Still feeling wary, Izuku, and Ochako followed Jendaa to his table, and sat across from him.

The waiter brought their drinks; two Jade Dew teas, and left without saying a word, or even giving them a glance.

Ochako was the first to take a sip of her drink. "So, why are you so different from your brothers?"

The former villain laughed. "Oh, trust me. I wasn't so different back then. But I grew up, and learned my lesson." He lied smoothly.

Izuku listened to their conversation while sipping at his own tea. For Jade Dew, it sure did have a bitter taste to it. It was supposed to have a natural sweet flavor... All at once, Izuku realized what was happening. His vision blurred, and when he looked over at his companion, Ochako was already passed out on the table. He stood abruptly before suddenly feeling the paralyzing effects of the drug hidden within his drink, and fell to the floor.

Jendaa stood over his paralyzed body, a hand coming down to cover Izuku's face. "Maybe I didn't learn my lesson," he snorted. "Too bad for you, and your friend, hm?"

Izuku felt the man's hand press down on his nose before everything went black.

When Izuku finally opened his eyes, he found himself in the school's infirmary. Why was he here? Wasn't he in a caf?ith Ochako. He sat up in realization. "Ochako!" He exclaimed, but his voice didn't quite sound like his own, and he threw a hand over his mouth.

A young man's voice responded in the bed next to his. "I'm right here, Izuku."

That didn't sound like Ochako. He turned his head in the direction his friend was sitting. A man with short, brown, cropped hair that spiked at the front, and brown eyes was looking at him, albeit discomfortingly.

"Ochako?" Izuku asked, and heard his own voice thoroughly that time, which wasn't his normal, deep tone anymore. It was a woman's voice!

Ochako sighed. "What is Ida going to say about this? He's going to leave me!"

"No he won't," Izuku tried to appease his...her friend. "He loves you. He doesn't care what gender you are." She covered her face with both hands. "At least you look handsome. I bet I'm not even cute!" She looked up, seeking for confirmation from the woman-now-man Ochako.

Ochako was blushing when he noticed Izuku staring at him inquiringly, and turned away quickly. "Actually, you're really pretty. You're a bit shorter, and not as muscular. Your hair is longer, down past your shoulders. Any man would fall for you, Izuku."

Not exactly what Izuku wanted to hear, but it was nice to know that her new appearance left Ochako even flabberghasted.

Just then, Toshinori, Katsuki, and Ida stepped into the room. Ida ran to Ochako's side, not caring that his lover was a man, and held his hand tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Y-You are? You're not disgusted?" Ochako asked, feeling tears starting to pool at the corners of his eyes. He quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand. "You don't care that I"m a guy?"

Ida shook his head as he hugged Ochako. "No. I love you no matter what. I also know, this won't last forever." He smiled comfortingly as his lover, and kissed him.

Ochako didn't know whether to feel awkward, or appreciative. In the end, he gave in, and kissed Ida back.

"Well, Midoriya, my...uih...girl," Toshinori stuttered. He was looking at his successor strangely. He didn't know whether to hug her, or pat her shoulder like he usually did when Izuku was a man. "We brought you here to the school infirmary, because you weren't injured. Just...drugged up. We weren't able to catch the last Henge brother this time either, but I'm sure we will in the near future."

Izuku frowned. "It's okay, Yagi. It doesn't matter anymore. I'll probably be stuck like this for a while anyways." When she looked up to acknowledge Katsuki, he looked as if he wanted to hit her, but thought better of it. His hands were curled into fists, and trembling with anticipation.

"Uh...Kacchan," she started uneasily. "You're...not going to blow me up are you?"

Katsuki flinched before turning away, and stormed out the infirmary door.

"What was that?" Izuku asked astonished.

Toshinori chuckled. "I don't think he knew what to expect. He had only heard that you weren't the same anymore."

"What about you? Are you disappointed?" Her tone was solemn, and she appeared about ready to cry.

Toshinori immediately took Izuku into his arms, and hugged her tightly. "I would never be disappointed in you! You're my princess...er... I mean... Uh!" He broke away from her to stand, and blushed a bright red. "Sorry... It's hard not thinking of you as my daughter right now. You're just so damn sweet!"

Izuku flushed. "Sorry." She took Toshinori's hand, and squeezed it comfortingly. "If its any consolation, you would have made a great dad."

The older man grinned proudly, and returned the gesture to Izuku's hand. "You're free to go home, if you want. Or if you can handle teaching your class, then you can do so."

She nodded appreciatively. "Since I'm here, I guess I'll teach." She pushed the covers off, and stood. Her clothes hung loosely off her body. She definitely shrunk. "After I get some new clothes that is."

"Uh," Ochako started anxiously. "We can switch for right now. Mine are hanging at the foot of the bed."

"You're great, Ochako," Izuku said gratefully.

After Ida, and Toshinori had left the room, Izuku, and Ochako quickly changed. They went their separate ways once they were out the door.

For the rest of the afternoon, Izuku had to deal with gawking, hormonal, male teenagers. She tried her best to ignore them, but it became worse when Katsuki came by to observe the class. It felt so awkward wearing a skirt around the blond. The damn thing came above his knees, and every time she moved around to reach for something, the skirt would twirl with her. Izuku couldn't help but notice that Katsuki's eyes were pinned to her feminine legs.

After the last class of the day was over, she turned on Katsuki fiercely, snapping the blond out of his trance. "Why are you observing me? Didn't you have classes today?"

"No. Today was my day off," Katsuki responded. "I wanted to see how you were doing in your new body."

Izuku growled. "Yeah, right. You wanted to be a pervert, like these pubescent boys in my class. I saw how your eyes were glued to my legs."

Katsuki reached out, and pulled Izuku down in his lap. "So what if I was. I'm a guy. It's to be expected." He buried his face in Izuku's neck, her sweet, tender smell making him grow hard.

Izuku could feel the other's erection prodding at her backside, and she let out a squeak of alarm. She pushed Katsuki away, and ran out the classroom door.

The blond cursed under his breath. When had he become so bold like that? Was it because it was Izuku? His face lit up brightly at the thought. Did he really have such feelings for Deku?

"I-I can't believe him," Izuku whimpered, feeling utterly weak, and pathetic. "It's not like I didn't like it...but...but..." Tears spilled down her red cheeks. She couldn't help feeling violated at the same time. She had feelings for the blond, and allowing him to advance on her in such a way would have been a dream come true. However, she hadn't wanted to be a woman for something like that to happen. Maybe Katsuki really wasn't attracted to men. She started to cry harder, and collapsed to her knees.

Toshinori had heard her cries of distress from the teacher's lounge, just down the hallway. He found her hidden in the crevice of the wall, under a fire extinguisher. and gingerly lifted her up into his arms to carry her back to the lounge.

"What's the matter?" The former hero asked softly. "Did something happen to you in your class?"

"Er..." Izuku hiccuped, before hugging the man around his chest, and cried into his coat. "It's nothing," she lied. "I'm just having moodswings."

Toshinori snorted, and started to stroke her hair, and back. "I know you better than that, Midoriya. Just because you're a woman, doesn't change that."

"You really are like my dad," she giggled in between her sobs. "But it's okay, really, Yagi. Nothing I can't take care of myself." She removed herself from his lap, and kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Even as a young woman, Izuku was determined to be strong. Something like what Katsuki did was not going to deter her.

When she made it back to her class, Katsuki was no where to be seen. She then decided to check in his room next. Izuku was relieved when she found her comrade sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair. He looked as if he was contemplating about something.

Kacchan," she called. "I need to talk to you."

Katsuki sat up straight, and stood briskly. "Deku, please forgive me! I know that was...brash. I shouldn't have done it!"

"No, you shouldn't have," she agreed tersely. Izuku stepped into Katsuki's classroom, and closed the door behind her. "I need to know something. Do you only feel like this because I'm a...woman?"

Katsuki's eyes widened. Was it that reason? No. He felt that way even when Izuku was a man, but he'd never admit to that so openly. He approached her cautiously, afraid she would be scared, and run away again. "No...," he started lamely. "I...I like you, Izuku. Whether you're a man, spider, or woman. You're you. You're Deku! I...also feel like its easier to admit my feelings to you when you're a woman."

Izuku blushed. "You said my name. That's the first time I heard you say it like that." Her heart started beating faster as he moved in closer.

"I want to be with you, ...Izuku." Katsuki's voice was deep, and sensual. He could see what kind of effect it was having on Izuku. When he was finally within arms reach of her, he pulled her close, and buried his face in her soft hair. He kissed the top of her head, slowly making his way down to her lips. "Am I moving too fast, Izuku?" He asked, before locking their lips together in a deep kiss.

She shuddered every time he said her name with that carnal tone. She felt like she was about to melt in his embrace. Was this how a woman felt every time a man confessed their feelings to the person they love?

Her body started to feel heavy Izuku suddenly felt weary, and she pushed Katsuki away again. "Wait," she breathed frantically. "I feel strange." As she gazed down at the floor, she felt the urge to vomit, but instead fainted.

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Izuku opened his eyes to find himself in Katsuki's room. It didn't come as a shock at first, until Katsuki himself appeared just above him.

"You're awake," he stated drolly. "You know, when you feel like you're going to change back to normal, a little warning would be nice." Katsuki pointed to the floor, where Ochako's clothes laid torn apart. "It was hard getting you home with a shredded outfit."

However, that's not what got Izuku's attention. "I'm a man again?!" He flipped the sheets off his body with excitement, ignoring the flustered blush on Katsuki's face as he manhandled his manhood. "Oh god! I'm so freaking glad its back!"

Katsuki couldn't stand it anymore. He pushed Izuku down on the bed, and pinned him there. "Stop dancing around my room, like a raving lunatic! Yes, you're back to normal... Can we get back to where we left off?" His voice dropped an octave, and his face was awfully close to Izuku's.

Izuku smiled with arousal before he took Katsuki's face in his hands, and closed the distance between their lips for a passionate kiss.

They both moaned in unison as their tongues twisted together, and explored each others' mouths.

Katsuki ground his hips into Izuku's, drawing out wanton mewls from his lover, and a hard cock was thrusting against his inner thigh.

"Take your clothes off," Izuku demanded. He helped Katsuki by pulling his shirt off, and waited for the blond to remove his pants. Resting in a nest of ash-blond pubes, was Katsuki's raging erection; leaking impatiently with precum.

Izuku licked his lips at the sight. It was his turn to push Katsuki's body down into the bed, attacking the blond with nips, and kisses.

"Prep me," Katsuki pleaded, bringing his own hand down between his legs, and playing with his twitching passage.

Izuku's cock twitched. He couldn't believe this was happening; Katsuki begging to be taken like a bitch in heat. He stuck two fingers in his own mouth, and used his saliva to completely soak his appendages. Then he inserted them into the clenching sphincter. It resisted him at first, but then started to suck him in deeper, and deeper. He stretched his fingers apart, and curled them, seeking for the blond's sweet spot.

When Katsuki arched his back, and cried out, Izuku knew he had hit his mark. He pulled his fingers out, and wrapped the blond's legs around his hips. "Ready, Kacchan?" He'd never been so aroused in his life. Katsuki was making such an erotic face, Izuku almost couldn't wait for a response.

The blond shuddered involuntarily when he felt the tip of Izuku's erection pressing against his entrance. "Y-Yes. I'm ready, Izuku."

Izuku smiled lecherously as he leaned forward, his cock pushing pass the ring of muscle, sliding in inch by inch. "You're still saying my name in that lewd tone of yours." He licked Katsuki's lips. "I want to keep hearing you say it, Kacchan."

"S-Shut up, Deku!" Katsuki barked. "That's not funny!"

Izuku slammed his hips down in punishment, earning him a yelp of surprise. "Oh? That's no way to talk to the man giving you what you want. I can stop, you know?" His expression became devious. "Or I could keep pounding into you, and not stop when you say so. Is that what you want?" He started moving his hips again, steadily moving faster, and harder until he was pounding Katsuki's ass.

Katsuki was crying out now, grasping Izuku's shoulders. "P-Please, no! Stop!" Tears spilled down his cheeks from both pleasure, and pain. "Izuku! Izuku!"

Said hero slowed, and kissed Katsuki tenderly. "See? Was that so hard?"

"You talk too much," Katsuki sneered.

Izuku gave an annoyed snort. "Still so temperamental, Kacchan." He smacked the blond's hip, a red mark spreading across the skin.

Katsuki moaned as he tightened his legs around Izuku's waist. "Izuku, please move."

"Since you said 'please,'" Izuku teased. He started rocking his hips again. The soft muscles clinging to him felt unbelievable. Leaning down just below Katsuki's chin, he took a nipple into his mouth, and started sucking lewdly.

Katsuki gasped as he arched his back off the bed to get closer to Izuku's mouth. He reached down between them, and grasped his erection. He pumped it slowly, experimentally, before he worked up a steady rhythm that gave him more pleasure.

Izuku moved his tongue over to the neglected nipple. He bit, and nibbled the tender flesh until it was as erect as its twin. He then kissed Katsuki long, and hard. The mewls emitting from the blond's throat was making Izuku's cock throb impatiently within the clinging passage.

"I can't stand it, Izuku. Please, I want to come," Katsuki whimpered. "Fill me up with your seed, Izuku."

Izuku hoisted his bottom half higher, along with Katsuki's hips. It gave him a better angle to thrust faster, and harder. He couldn't concentrate anymore as his mind became fuzzy with lust.

"Izuku," Katsuki panted. "Izuku... Ah!" His thick seed shot out between their stomachs, making them both sticky.

"Kacchan..." Was the last thing Izuku said before he came deep inside his lover's body. He stared hazily at Katsuki, and carefully pulled out from the dripping sphincter. "I...I love you, Kacchan." He kissed the side of the blond's mouth, and then his forehead. "Always."

Katsuki smiled; an actual, genuine smile. Despite how his body ached, and his heart felt heavy with joy, he reached up, and pulled the other's ear down to his lips. "I love you too, Izuku."

End