Late Bloomer
01
Commissioned by Lopaka.
There really is something almost as bad as not having a quirk at all. And that's having a useless quirk.
Midoriya Izuku. Fourteen years old. Third year at Aldera Middle School. Quirkless. Formerly quirkless.
Finally, finally showing a quirk at thirteen instead of at birth, or within the first few years of his life, had been such a relief. It gave him hope, that maybe he could achieve his dream of getting into U.A. and becoming a pro hero like All Might. So, Izuku had proceeded to do as he did for every quirk he came across or saw in action. He analyzed the shit out of it.
Izuku's new quirk came in the form of a tail. Black, three feet long, a couple of inches around, and with a triangular spade tip.
After testing, he had learned what he felt was everything to know about it. The tail was very dexterous, as much as either of his hands, to the point that he could use it to write with. Except it also appeared to have no bones, so it was actually more like a tentacle or an elephant's trunk with than a tail, with muscular hydrostats. While three feet long was the tail's default length, Izuku could extend it to double that, giving him a six foot reach with it.
And as far as strength went, his tail was about as strong as either of his arms—which, considering the difference in muscle mass, was actually really good… but still not superhuman. It could aid him a little in movement, but not what he felt like was enough. He thought it could, that it could be capable of speeding him along or redirecting his path into unexpected angles of attack or evasion, but it just wasn't quite strong enough.
Strangely enough, the end of the tail could open up, exposing something like a toothless mouth, full of smaller, just as dexterous tentacles, which were like tongues in that he could taste from them. If he wasn't careful, the tail mouth could drool a bit, but there were no strange properties to it that he had found—as near as he could tell, it was the same kind of saliva as what came from his actual mouth. But if he was careful, Izuku could actually use his tail's smaller tentacles to type on a keyboard, or use his tail to hold his phone and type/swipe with the miniature tentacles—minicles? Tendrils?
So other than essentially having a third hand that he wore like a belt most days, Izuku hadn't actually thought up a use for it—beyond all the things a third hand could do. Though, for those things it could do, he had begun training obsessively. And in that training, he had discovered two things his tentacle tail was particularly good at. Namely, throwing and anything requiring delicate, fine motor control.
Because of its ability to double its length and the fact that it didn't have the same limits of movement that an arm did, Izuku could use the tail to throw things very well. Using the tail something like a whip, he could get a thrown object up to just the other side of supersonic. Of course, they bled off speed and dropped to subsonic almost immediately, but still—being able to throw a ball at over 760 miles per hour was actually really dangerous, and fairly useful given that with practice, he had become super accurate with it.
For the second thing, Izuku had bought a set of lock picks and several locks, along with some tools to modify the picks to better fit his tail, and had begun practicing. He was getting pretty good at it, honestly. But he didn't think he could make a hero career out of it.
Even if he hadn't figured out how to make his quirk useful immediately, his life was looking up.
Or it had been, for about a day. Because regardless of the fact that he had a quirk now, things with Katsuki hadn't gotten better. If anything, they'd gotten worse. His childhood friend just took it as a challenge, or like some kind of personal insult, that Izuku had a quirk but it was so useless. The teasing and bullying had gotten worse. The name 'Deku' had stuck and now even the teachers called him Deku. And, of course, they turned a blind eye when Katsuki got violent with his bullying. When he destroyed Izuku's things, his clothes, or when he hit Izuku—or set off his quirk in Izuku's face.
Still, it hadn't been enough to convince Izuku to give up on his dream. He had just grit his teeth and put in the effort. He studied everything he could. He trained his body hard at least an hour every day. He worked with his quirk until he felt like he knew its limits inside and out and constantly experimented with it, trying new things even if they usually resulted in failure (the less said about trying to use his tail as a distraction to spit, the better. Seriously, that had been super embarrassing and he was so glad his mom hadn't walked in on him in the bathroom).
His hard work paid off. Izuku scored high enough on his middle school exit exams to be allowed to take the entrance exam for U.A.. Which, of course, only made Katsuki angrier, because he wanted to be the only one to come to U.A. from Aldera Middle School. Even being told to drop it, to give up his dream and go somewhere else by Katsuki hadn't been enough to crush his hopes.
No, that had been meeting his hero. Meeting All Might in person after being beaten up, then almost being kidnapped and body-jacked by some villain made of living sewage.
He learned the awful truth of All Might's condition, and how even now the man was still fighting to uphold the image he had created—that of the unbeatable hero who would always be there to save the world. The Symbol of Peace.
In his desperation, Izuku had asked the question that had plagued him for the last year. The question that had replaced the one he had been haunted by since he was old enough to understand there was a difference between himself and people with quirks.
No longer did he need to know, "Can someone without a quirk become a hero?"
He had asked, "Can someone with a useless quirk become a hero?"
He had told All Might of his dream. His hope for the future. And the hero had given him an answer.
"It's not a bad dream… but you have to consider what's realistic, young man."
The world seemed to dull into a dull hum after that, a ringing in his ears like tinnitus after one of Katsuki's blasts going off in his face. All Might told him he should try his luck at being a police officer instead and left the roof.
"…So, I really am useless. Good for nothing. Heh. Kacchan was right all along. I really am just Deku."
His dreams thoroughly crushed by the one person he thought might actually encourage him, tell him that it was definitely possible to become a hero and all he had to was keep trying, Deku slowly made his way out of the building and onto the street. The world was a blur around him as he navigated through the crowds, mostly ignoring his somewhat unfamiliar surroundings or the fact that he was a bit lost since he never really came this way between going to school and home.
Eventually however, something pulled him out of his funk. Or someone rather.
Deku blinked and looked down as someone latched onto his right arm, pulling his arm into her chest in a way that pressed her breasts against his arm through her sweater. The girl grinned up at him—a slightly too wide smile with fangs top and bottom where her canines would be, her smile so wide it made her eyes narrow in a way that was both cute and seemed a little dangerous somehow. Her eyes were yellow-gold and almost seemed slitted like a cat's. Her hair was a light dirty blonde and pulled up into a pair of messy, spiky odango-tama at the back of her head. She wore what looked like a school uniform, though the skirt was very short on her. Her form, what he could see of it, was kind of curvy… but what he felt of her told him her boobs were actually pretty big under that oversized sweater.
"Hehe~" the girl giggled up at him. "Hello~!"
"H-hello?"
The strange blonde buried her face in his dirty, beat up school uniform and inhaled deeply. "Ahh~!"
"Wh-what a-are you doing?"
"Memorizing your scent~," the girl answered guilelessly. "I just love people who are beat up and smell like blood."
Deku blinked, then chuckled and reached up and rubbed at the back of his head. "Yeah, I kind of guess I am, huh?"
"Mm!" the blonde nodded. "Toga! Toga Himiko!"
"Ah, Midoriya Izuku. N-nice to meet you?"
"It is~!" she nodded again, pressing herself more tightly against him. "I think I really, really like you, Izuku-kun!"
"Eh?" Deku asked, confused. But he didn't push her off. He was a boy, after all—and she was a cute girl, so even if he was blushing and nervous, well, his arm was between her warm, soft boobs and he couldn't bring himself to remove it when she had buried it there herself and seemed to be happy to keep it right where it was. And she had called him by his name… But he still had to ask, "Why?"
"Because you're just my type of guy!" she nodded, that wide smile growing just a bit wider. "Hey, hey! Want to do something fun together?!"
Thrown off by the seemingly random change in topic, he found himself echoing, "'Something fun?'"
"Mm! It'll be fun! You'll see~! Come with me!"
And then, Deku found himself dragged off down the street, then down a side street. The girl was fast, nearly running to get to wherever she had in mind. He soon found out where that was only a few minutes later, when they exited out of a very narrow alley into a small green space between a couple of old buildings.
"Where are we?" he asked, looking around.
Himiko grinned, showing off her cute fangs. "It's my secret place!" Her smile fell slightly, "I come here when I want to get away from everything, or hide."
Deku knew that feeling. He didn't have a secret place, though. No, he hid in his room and watched videos of All Might over and over again…
Deku was pulled from his thoughts as the girl abruptly pushed him down onto an old bench, hidden from view of the windows in the buildings by the limbs and leaves of the largest tree. He was sitting on his backpack, but a few quick pulls from Himiko had it off him and dropped to the side. Wondering just what she was doing, he yelped when she dropped into his lap, straddling his waist.
"Hehe~! Now I've got you all to myself, ~I~ ~Zu~ ~Ku~ ~Kun~."
Something about the way his name rolled off her tongue as it left her mouth made his penis twitch in his pants, responding to the sound and growing rapidly hard, even as his tail uncoiled from around his waist and swished back and forth behind him.
Dangerous! This is dangerous! Deku panicked internally, realizing that with her crotch pressed into his from above, there was no way she wouldn't—no, couldn't—feel him getting aroused. He didn't want her to think he was a pervert or anything. He had just met her and Himiko seemed nice, if a little weird, and definitely impulsive.
Proving his fears right, Himiko's pretty golden eyes widened in surprise and she brought her hands up to cover her mouth. Deku opened his mouth to apologize. "I, I'm sorr—"
Only to be cut off as Himiko ground her crotch down against him, and he could feel the heat of her through their clothes. "Ahn~" she moaned quietly, staring down at him with a look of something beyond happiness. It looked more like… rapture. Delight, joy, and a whole bunch of way too intense things he wasn't sure he had names for. "So you like me too, ~Izuku-kun~. Good! That's good!"
"Wha— but—" Deku was completely overwhelmed. This was not going at all how he expected. Not in his wildest dreams!
…Well, maybe in some of those dreams. Where he was a pro hero, rich, everybody loved him, and all the girls wanted to be with him.
Deku's thoughts were blasted out of his mind when the blonde in his lap leaned forward and kissed him. He knew nothing about kissing at all, having never done it before, but when Himiko did it, it seemed… aggressive. Possessive. Hungry. Like she wanted to consume him—eat him up and leave nothing behind. That thought was only reinforced by the way her tongue explored his mouth, seeking out every nook and cranny, fighting with his own—pushing it down, licking him this way and that. And the way she swallowed as he, to his embarrassment, began to drool—her throat bobbing as Himiko drank his spit straight from his mouth.
Deku's head swam and he felt hot all over. He wondered, briefly, if this wasn't the effect of some quirk the girl possessed. He felt incredibly horny. More aroused than he had ever been in his entire life. Horny, hungry, thirsty, lonely, and a need he didn't even have a name for. Like a man who had been wandering the desert for days, only to taste water for the first time and see, just up ahead, so very close an oasis—where he would throw himself into it and drink until he was satisfied. And Himiko was that oasis.
Her hands found his blazer and frantically undid the buttons on it, eventually jerking it open to expose his dress shirt. Himiko growled quietly in frustration, grabbed either side of the dress shirt, and yanked, sending buttons scattering everywhere around them, where they disappeared into the grass of the little hidden park. She grew more frustrated when she found that he wore a sleeveless undershirt beneath it. From somewhere, she produced something with a red handle, and then suddenly his shirt was neatly cut right down the middle.
Deku hissed as the blade of what had to have been a box cutter nicked his chest. Himiko, on the other hand, made an excited little mewl and her hands began to explore his chest and tongue. She broke the kiss and immediately dived in, her tongue lapping at the beads of blood already beginning to well up.
"Hi-himiko… chan?" Deku tried, squirming under the girl as he found himself being molested. That was the only word that really fit, given just how enthusiastic and aggressive she seemed.
"Mmm~," the girl moaned, looking up at him from where she had pressed her lips around his cut and her tongue licked back and forth at the wound. She pulled away just enough that her lips brushed his flesh as she spoke. "Just as I thought~! You're cuter when you bleed! And you taste delicious~."
That was kind of… very weird, but it also felt really good and Deku really just wanted her to keep going. His day had gone from getting shit on by his childhood friend, to being told his dream wasn't realistic by his hero, to… making out with a sexy, cute, if a little odd girl.
Something changed, then. Just sort of clicked inside his head. He just knew what she wanted. Where this was going to go—and he needed it. He knew what he had to do.
Reaching out, Deku's hands found the bottom of her sweater and started pulling it up. Himiko made a pleased noise and smiled up at him, then eagerly helped him remove her sweater. Then, she stood up and dropped her skirt and panties, exposing her lower body to his eyes. Grinning, she shook her ass at him as she pulled off her long sleeved dress shirt, leaving her with nothing but a bra concealing her large breasts—which she just as quickly removed and tossed aside.
Himiko turned around and Deku had just a moment to appreciate her form. Lean body, muscular and athletic but just the right amount of fat to make her soft. Breasts that were large on her petite frame, with small, bright pink nipples that stood out proudly in her excitement. Curvy, wide hips and thicc thighs. A surprisingly hairy mound and pussy, covered in short curls that were just a shade darker than the hair on her head. Thin lips almost hidden by her fur, clearly drenched given the trail of moisture running down between her thighs.
Deku's cock throbbed mightily, straining against the the uniform pants. And then Himiko was on him, nimble fingers undoing his belt, button, and zipper then just jerking his pants down under his ass. His cock flopped in his lap, bouncing from the force of it. For a moment, he thought his dick may be bigger than it usually was when he went to relieve himself… and were his balls swollen?
Then, she was back in his lap and Deku let out a feminine squeak as Himiko descended on his shaft in a single thrust, she was so wet.
"Ah!" the girl gasped as he filled her, splitting her open, until the head of his cock hit something springy and stopped.
"Ah!" Deku likewise gasped as Himiko clenched around him, her body a wet, velvety vice. And hot. So, so hot around him. She felt like she was running a mild fever as his hands came around her, hugging Himiko to his body as she leaned in and pressed her forehead against his, her gold slitted eyes—and they really were slitted like a cat's now—staring into his green. Hungry. Like a cat eyeing a meal. Something rattled and he noticed the box cutter was back in her hand as she put her arms over his shoulders.
Deku reached up absently with one hand, grabbing the wrist with the knife and disarming her, tossing it towards her clothes—dismissing her holding onto it as having never dropped it when she had, in her hurry, cut his undershirt open. Himiko just smiled at that as she panted, her hips starting to roll in his lap.
"Ahh~, Izuku-kun~, you feel great," she sighed as she began to bounce.
Deku grabbed her by the hips, and when she tightened around him, he squeezed, drawing a gasp from her and an even stronger reaction as he began to move in time with her body, trying to match her rhythm.
Himiko, for some reason, had come on to him and here they were, having sex. He could worry about the 'why' later. Right now, he was a teenage boy having his first time with a ridiculously sexy, not to mention extremely willing girl. But as much fun as he was having, Deku didn't want to be that guy. The one-pump chump, as his classmates would say. The guy who just took it and did nothing. A 'dead fish,' as he'd overheard someone say once. So he put his sharp, analytical mind to use studying Himiko. The way she breathed, and the way her breath hitched when he did this or that. The little sounds she made as they moved. The way her body reacted. Her shivers and shudders. The way she clenched around him, or how she dragged her sensitive nipples over his body. The way her ass clenched when he hit just the right angle inside her and she jerked forward just a little harder.
Deku put it all together and then… he stopped thinking about it and just did what came naturally.
His lips found hers and Himiko's eyes closed in a smile as he returned the fervor she had shown him earlier as he tried to mimic what she did. Except now, he was paying attention, so as he worked, he focused on what drew the best reactions—on what she liked best as he explored her mouth. One of his hands came down and squeezed her muscular, round ass, causing her to moan quietly into his mouth. His other hand briefly fondled both of her breasts, teasing and pulling at her nipples, earning a quiet squeak of pleasure, before drifting down her flat, muscular stomach to her hairy mound. He found the little nub she had been grinding into him this whole time and began to flick it at the same time he thrust into her harder and used his grip on her ass to pull her into him.
Himiko let out a mewl into his mouth as her eyes widened and she began really riding him, their bodies coming together with a little slap of wet flesh on flesh every time and her breasts bouncing and rubbing against his chest. She panted through her nose, her tongue fighting back against his as her hands wandered. One hand came up to his head, tightly gripping a fistful of his fluffy green hair, which she used both to pull his lips harder into hers, nearly bruising them in the process, and as a handhold for the quickening pace of her riding him. Her other hand slipped around his back, under his jacket and shirts, and began stroking up and down the muscles there—nails occasionally scratching, drawing sharp trails of pain and pleasure down his body.
Deku remembered his tail when it brushed against the leg of the bench they were using. Grinning against Himiko's lips, he had an idea. Bringing it up, he moved his hand up a bit, pulling up on her mound to better expose her clit as he brought the spade tail in. The 'mouth' on the end split open and latched onto her clit.
"MF!" Himiko squealed into Deku's mouth as the tendrils started dancing around her clit and out of the mouth to her lips, where they were stretched tight around his cock. One hand now free, Deku went back to teasing the blonde's tit. As he did, he felt the girl start to clench around him, growing hotter and so much wetter.
But Deku was a teenage boy and had no experience with sex at all. No endurance to speak of, beyond that of the natural sort. The best he could manage was a warning, to tell her to get off because he just now remembered he wasn't wearing a condom and it could be super dangerous if he came inside her. …Even if, deep down, a part of him didn't want to warn her. Wanted to know what it would feel like, to fill her tight, beautiful, teen pussy up.
He broke the kiss enough to try to warn her, "Hi-himiko-chan, I'm, I'm gonna—"
Himiko kissed him again and growled into his mouth, her grip on his hair tightening as she slammed herself down on his cock harder. Deku moaned, pushed over the edge by the blonde's desperate, hungry, need as he felt her squeeze around him and a flood of wetness painted his lap, cock, and balls to drip down through the metal mesh of the bench beneath him, falling to the grass below. The girl's growl became a moan as her small body shook in his lap.
Deku's entire body went rigid as he used his grip on Himiko's ass to pull her flush with himself, burying his cock as deeply inside her as he could reach. Molten steel boiled up from his balls and shot with the force of a fire hose into the sexy blonde's eager, sucking cunt.
And then, Deku felt like he'd grabbed hold of a live wire. He squeezed Himiko harder as that hunger/thirst/lust inside himself found what it was looking for. He had found the oasis, and he dove in head first. He drank, and ate, and fucked as she filled him up as he filled her with his seed. It felt and tasted like… like drinking blood. Like he'd latched onto her and squeezed, like a vampire with a human juice box.
Which was ironic, because that was exactly what Himiko did as she broke her kiss, buried her face in his neck and shoulder, and bit down hard—hard enough that her sharp, sharp teeth easily punctured his skin and drew blood. It hurt, but at the same time it felt amazing, and the blonde's tongue lapped at him as she sucked hungrily, thrusting even harder in his lap. With a quiet growl of his own, Deku returned the favor, biting down where her shoulder joined her neck, just not quite as hard as she had—and without her sharp teeth, his own didn't break the skin. Still, it drove Himiko wild in his lap, her arms squeezing him harder as her legs shifted and wrapped around his waist as she clung on to him.
Deku lost track of time as they sat there like that—Himiko drinking her fill and his own heretofore unknown need being sated. They kept slowly grinding against each other and occasionally, she clenched down on him like she had that first time, or he came inside her again. It was… intense, and the most intimate thing he had ever done.
It was nearly dark by the time Himiko finally released her suction on his shoulder. Bloody red lips came up and kissed his neck as her hands began to wander and affectionately pet his body. Unbeknownst to Deku, Himiko found herself wondering why she didn't feel the need to hurt him, beyond what she had already. Why she didn't want to track down her box cutter and open his throat like a Pez dispenser and let the red stuff flow. Instead, all she wanted to do was… lay down with him, hold him tightly and just enjoy his presence. She wanted to talk and know everything there was to know about him, just as she did with any of the other people she had fixated on in the past, but this time she felt content.
It was… strange, but she liked it.
Deku, meanwhile, felt both amazingly relaxed and strangely energetic. Like he had drank a lot of caffeine, but without the buzz or other side effects. He felt like he could run a marathon and not break a sweat. He kind of wanted to fight something, or someone, actually.
His phone chimed and Deku looked down towards his pants, realizing it had been going off for a while now, actually. Releasing his tail from Himiko's clit, to a whine from the blonde, he stretched it out and pulled the phone from his pants pocket. Holding the phone up, he unlocked it with his tail even as his hands petted Himiko like she was petting him. It was… amazingly nice, to just hold and be held by someone. Kind of life affirming, really. It made him feel good. Like he might actually be worth something, instead of just 'Deku.'
The phone went from the chime of incoming texts to the ringing of a call. Checking the ID, Deku winced, seeing it was his mom. Himiko turned her head and read the screen, then giggled. "You should get that, Izuku-kun."
"Alright, just… be quiet?"
The girl raised an eyebrow and after a moment, Deku picked up. "Uh, hi mom."
"Izuku, where are you?! I heard there was an attack downtown near your station—"
"I'm fine, mom," Deku sighed. "I uh, I'm with a—EE!" Himiko clenched her internal muscles, making Deku squeal like a girl.
"Izuku…?"
"Sorry mom!" he apologized as the blonde giggled.
"Are you… is that a girl?!"
"N-no—"
"Hiii~ Mrs. Midoriya!" Himiko cheered. Reaching out, she took the phone from his tail. "Sorry I kept Izuku-kun out so late. We were just having so much fun we lost track of time! It's totally my fault!"
"Ah, no. No! It's, it's fine! Really!" the woman practically gushed in excitement. "What's, uh, what's your name, dear?"
"Toga! Toga Himiko!" the girl beamed into the phone, showing off her cute fangs… even as she started shifting herself back and forth in Deku's lap, making the boy squirm and blush.
Stop it! Deku mouthed, silently begging her to not embarrass him on the phone with his mom. Himiko's grin widened and she giggled, even as she began to rhythmically clench herself around Deku.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Toga—"
"For Izuku-kun's mom, it's just Himiko!" the blonde insisted, biting her lip as Deku gripped her hips and tried to stop her… Tried. What his body actually did was thrust up into her.
"I… wasn't aware that Izuku had a, um… girlfriend?"
Himiko giggled. "Neither was he! It was a surprise for both of us, really! But I really, really, really like Izuku-kun!" She hugged herself, incidentally pulling her breasts up and putting them in Deku's face, earning a quiet squawk from the boy. "Ahh, it's so embarrassing~! I don't know if my heart can take it~! But… I think it really is! It's love at first sight!"
The older woman giggled quietly. "Well, I'm just glad you're getting along so well. I made supper if you'd like to come over? We always have extra, so it's no bother…?"
Himiko and Deku traded a look and the boy's cock throbbed inside her. "Mmf," she hissed, her eyelids fluttering as she bit her lip.
"Himiko-chan…?"
"Ah, it's fine~! Buuut~, unfortunately I can't come. Sorry!" she winced, sending Deku an apologetic look. "I'm already going to be in trouble for being out as late as I am. My parents are… really strict."
"Oh no! I don't want to get you in trouble, dear—"
"It's fine, it's fine! I can handle it!" she shook her head. "Anyway~… I should hand the phone back to Izuku-kun and be on my way."
"No, that's fine. Just tell him to come home for me. It was nice meeting you. Please come over when you can though!"
"I will!" Himiko promised, and a moment later, the phone disconnected.
Opening up the contacts, Himiko quickly began putting her info in, occasionally glancing up at the boy she was even now riding. "Ahh, if we keep this up, I'm gonna want to go all night, Izuku-kun~!"
"I ah, I don't want to get you in trouble… More trouble," the boy winced.
"It's fine~!" Himiko waved him off. "This kind of thing happens all the time." Deku's eyes went wide and Himiko paused, going back over what she said, before she blushed. "Not this!" she corrected herself, looking down at their joined bodies. "I mean being late!"
"Right!" the boy quickly nodded.
"You're… you're my first, Izuku-kun," Himiko whispered, before squealing and hugging herself. "Eee~! I'm so excited!"
"You're very… energetic, aren't you, Himiko-chan?"
"Mm!" the girl nodded, bouncing once in his lap for emphasis. Then, she turned his phone around and showed him the new entry—complete with a picture of herself, quite visibly naked and riding his cock as her picture. "Here! Call me~!"
"I will!" the boy nodded.
Himiko giggled, then carefully pulled herself off of him. "Oof," she muttered as she stood up on wobbly feet. Reaching down, she scooped up the massive load of sperm and her own juices dripping down her leg. Himiko raised an eyebrow when she found it was streaked pink with her own blood. Looking up, the cat-eyed girl met Deku's eyes and grinned, before popping the treat into her mouth. "Mm, delicious~!"
Deku gulped, his cock throbbing in the open air, and Himiko laughed as she turned away and began pulling on her clothes. "Sorry about the shirts," she apologized as she slipped her panties and skirt on.
"It's, it's no big deal," he waved her off as he stood up and pulled his pants up, wincing at the sticky mess. Maybe I should carry sanitary napkins or something?
His shirts were ruined. Well, the undershirt was. The dress shirt was salvageable, but would require some buttons and sewing. Pulling off the undershirt, he wadded it up and stuck it in his pocket, to throw away later so his mother didn't find it. Then, he buttoned his blazer up over the open dress shirt.
Himiko suddenly bounced up and threw her arms around his neck. Standing up on her tip-toes, she leaned in and puckered her lips. Deku reflexively leaned back and Himiko frowned, tilting her head slightly, before laughing as she shifted her aim and kissed his cheek. "Sorry, sorry! I forgot~! I'll start carrying mouthwash!" she nodded to herself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean— It's just—"
"No, no! I totally get it!" the girl shook her head, before squeezing him in a hug. She buried her face in his chest and inhaled, before letting out a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I should go. I really don't wanna, but I should. Are… you doing anything tomorrow?"
"I don't think so?"
"Great! Call me and we can meet up! I want to talk and get to know everything about you Izuku-kun!" the girl nodded frantically. "More and more. Absolutely everything!"
Deku nodded. "I, I think I'd like that too, Himiko-chan." Then, he laughed. "I think we're kind of doing this out of order?"
The girl shook her head. "No! Absolutely not! This is the best possible order, Izuku-kun!" She pecked his cheek again and let go, spinning around with a bounce that made her skirt flutter and showed off her round, muscular ass. "See you later! Sweet dreams~!"
And then, just as quickly as she came into his life, Toga Himiko was gone. At least, for now.
Deku sighed, slumping a bit as the gravity of… everything just hit him all at once. Gathering up his torn shirt and pulling on his backpack, he started walking back the way they had come, heading home. He found it hard to stay disappointed, sad, or even angry at anything. Not after that little encounter with the strange girl that was Himiko.
And then, there was that weird energy buzzing inside him…
Deku tossed his shirt in a trash can and slipped into a jog. He blinked as he realized everything seemed so much easier. Like, like he weighed less or something. Curious, he broke into a sprint through the much less crowded streets.
The boy's eyes widened as he ran. Deku knew how fast he was. Knew how strong he was. He knew almost all of his limits—intimately so, given his obsessive self-study after getting his quirk.
I'm faster! A lot faster! he quickly realized, even as he timed himself just to be sure. Two… no, three times as fast!
He was so amazed by this change that he missed the turn that would take him back onto the streets he knew, and trying to turn at this speed would see him flying out into the street—and he was going to run straight through the crosswalk at this rate, if he didn't stop, or…
Deku's body moved before his mind fully processed his plan. He jumped and his tail unwound from behind him, zipping out ahead of him and grabbing the pole the crosswalk sign was on. It then pulled him through the air towards the pole even faster, pulled him around the pole, and threw him down the street in the direction he needed to go before releasing the pole.
"Whoa!" the boy yelped, but he didn't stop running, even as he nearly landed on top of someone. Within the first step, his tail flew out and slapped against a newspaper box to his left, shoving him out of the path of the office lady he had nearly run down, before moving to the other side with the next step and correcting his balance by stretching out and pushing off of the building to his right before he could fall.
Suddenly, his tail wasn't so useless anymore. Not when it had the strength to lift, pull, and throw his body by itself.
So. Much. Testing!
Deku's grin as he ran home wouldn't have looked out of place on All Might's face.