It was the same day but later on, with time resumed Midoriya Izuku was in class, hearing his teacher drone on and on about something pointless or whatever. He was now a super genius, surpassing even Nozomi in intellect now, so he really didn't give a damn about what they were supposed to be learning. As he sat in the back of the classroom, he began writing in his new notebook. It was labeled "Steps to U.A.!" and had a red and blue front and back cover. Inside the book on the first page was the words "Step 1" at the top, with the goal being quite simple: Get money.

Yes indeed, Midoriya was kinda broke after spending so much of his allowance on the parts he needed to build his energy shield (which was still on his person, just hidden under his long sleeve and turned off), so he needed more money. Correction, a lot of money so he could buy the things he needed, most of which was standard but a few of them were exotic materials. In theory he could hack a politician's or even a billionaire's bank account with the intellect he now had, but Midoriya felt that would be immoral. And wishing for it would be suspicious to the authorities, so that was out.

But speaking of immoral…

"Desiree, can you stop spreading yourself in front of my desk for…five minutes?!" Izuku mentally asked as he watched his sex genie prostrate before him, showing off her lewd body with nobody able to see her, save for Izuku himself. She was currently floating a couple of feet away from his desk, and has been distracting him for most of the period by giving him a rather large erection that he was successfully hiding underneath the desk.

"But master!" she moaned out, parting her pussy lips with both her hands, "It's so boring in this school! How can you stand it? Wouldn't you rather fuck me?"

Midoriya huffed quietly as he mentally replied back, "Of course I'd rather be doing that, but I have school to finish today. Don't worry, it's a Friday and I can take off Saturday and Sunday just for you. And also my inventions," he added at the end hastily, getting a glare from her.

"Mr. Midoriya! Are you even paying attention?" the teacher asked, brandishing a foot-long ruler at his direction. "Since you obviously are, please come up to the front and solve the equation," she asked snidely.

Midoriya was freaking out, as his erection was still prominent underneath the desk. "I wish I could control my erections for today!"

"Granted," Desiree said simply as she snapped her fingers, a look of amusement on her face as she giggled at his (former) predicament.

He thought inside his head of his erection shrinking away into nothingness, and thankfully it worked. "Chop chop, Mr. Midoriya! We haven't all day," the bitch of a teacher urged. Izuku got up from his desk as he quickly scanned the equation in front of him. It was basic arithmetic with three different variables, with those being X, Y, and Z. As he approached the board he already had it solved and thusly picked up the chalk and began to write the answer. "Mr. Midoriya, not even going to show your work? Or were you cheating, as you like to do?" she accused like she always does. This teacher (in particular) was a thorn in Midoriya's side, always thinking that whatever he amounted to would be a Breeder, and a stupid one at that. She would always contest his test/quiz scores with other teachers, but it was consistently proven that he didn't cheat.

Still didn't change her view of him, though.

"What a bitch, master! Are you going to let her stomp all over you?!" Desiree shouted, looking him in the eye for an answer.

"Not even close, my dear. Just give me a minute," he replied mentally, avoiding eye-contact with his genie to not look insane.

"Besides, you've got the answer all wrong, as usual," the adult revealed, a self-satisfied look on her face. "The answers for X, Y, and Z are 84, 53, and 72 respectively."

"Nope, you're wrong," Midoriya said aloud before turning back to the board and showing the steps he did. He wrote number after number, variable after variable, using PEMDAS throughout, until after writing for two minutes straight he underlined the three answers with the chalk, "The answers for X, Y, and Z are 102, 64, and 32 respectively, ma'am." He then went back to his seat, pulling up his special notebook to continue brainstorming.

"Impossible. You are…right?" she said, flabbergasted that the math proved to be correct. Shortly soon after the bell rung, signaling the end of class. "Uh! Don't forget we have a quiz on Monday when you get back, kids!" she quickly reminded them before sighing as she left the classroom as well.

"Deku!" Katsumi yelled, stomping out from her desk to get all up in his grill. "Good job showing up the teacher," she praised, giving a rare smile before it devolved until a furious frown, "but why the hell were you typing so much at the beginning of class this morning and during lunch?" she asked, determined to get the truth from him by doing a sweeping kick that sent him tumbling down onto the ground. It was true, at very beginning of school (and during lunchtime) he was typing rapidly onto his keyboard for his laptop, which got everyone's attention by the second minute from how much noise he was producing (didn't stop him the second time during lunch hour as the buzz of students masked him). He then had to stop what he was doing (which was upgrading JARVIS to a true AI) and put it to the wayside, lest he get in trouble for being more of a distraction than he already was. "I bet you were texting some hoes, weren't you, slut?" she mocked as she picked him up by the collar of his shirt. Unbeknownst to Katsumi, Midoriya stealthily turned on his energy shield, just in case. The green shimmer that surrounded him went unnoticed by his childhood friend as she continued to grill him, "Speak already, damn it!"

"I—I wasn't, Kacchan! I was…doing homework for another class," he lied badly as he averted his eyes.

"Bullshit, Deku! I know your pretty ass would do your homework when you got home yesterday," she unintentionally complimented. "Besides, we weren't assigned any homework yesterday, stupid! I share all your classes with you," she said matter-of-factly before bringing him face-to-face with her.

His sex genie floated closer to the pair, a scowl on her face over how her Izuku was getting treated. "Master, kiss her senseless and I assure you she'll freak out and let you go," Desiree advised, watching her master get bullied by this brute. She wanted her master to manhandle this "Kacchan" girl, really see her get fucked senseless with master's big cock. But alas, it was too early for that for her innocent master, as he didn't have vengeful bone in his body yet.

"Are you sure? She may not like that," Midoriya telepathically communicated with Desiree.

"Trust me, master, women like her have appeared all throughout history. If it's one thing that doesn't change, it's that this bitch will love it. So yes, I'm positive, sugar. Go for it!" his sex genie encouraged, holding up a thumbs-up for him.

"Now tell me what the hell you were doing to make you type so damn fast!" Kacchan demanded, bringing him close enough for Midoriya to listen to his new best friend/fuckmate and suddenly slammed his lips against Kacchan's. She was shocked momentarily and didn't reciprocate for the first moment, until her brain rebooted and she began to kiss back fiercely, overpowering his tongue that came out and greeted her. It was a losing battle, trying to be more dominant than his childhood friend that is, so he decided to let her be the bigger person. She got a bit handsy as she grabbed his ass, gripping tightly and feeling him up. "Damn, Zuku, you're all plump for me, aren't you?" she moaned out between breaths of air. "I guess it ain't wrong to feel up with my personal Breeder before I become a certified heroine…" Bakugo mumbled out, trying to justify making out with Midoriya early.

"Ahem," came the voice of an elderly janitor, standing in the doorframe of the classroom, interrupting the two's snogfest. She was standing a little under 5 feet and had a "nice old lady" look about her. She was smirking, looking seemingly happy for the two. "Good going Young Bakugo, Young Midoriya. It does this old heart good to be seeing youngin's being young and dumb, don't mind me," she said fondly before going back to wiping down the ground with her mop. "But I suggest you take your hormones out somewhere more private, but don't listen to me. I'm just being a Nosy Nancy," she prattled on, never taking her eyes off the floor she was mopping.

Both of them blushing and thoroughly embarrassed, they disentangled from each other but not before Katsumi grabbed Midoriya's newest notebook and began writing in it, much to his dismay before he saw what she wrote. "My number, De—Izuku. Text me when you get home," she said, about to leave quickly before she changed her mind and gave him a peck on the cheek. "See you, Zuzu!" she farewelled, her cheeks similarly dusted red.

"That just happened…"

"Yeah, you said it," Desiree smiled, applauding him alone. "Told you it'd work."

"She didn't let me go immediately though?"

"Shows how good of a kisser you're becoming, master. Now let's get you home."

One wish later and he was magically back in his room. The first thing he did immediately was open up his laptop and finish up quickly JARVIS's code. After typing for a solid fifteen minutes straight it was done. "JARVIS, how you doing, buddy?" Midoriya asked caringly.

"All operations you've given me are online, Sir," his AI responded, his orange circle growing and shrinking as he spoke. "I can feel things now, which is fantastic, Sir. Additionally, your modification of your old SIM card has allowed me access to the internet even during your walk," he said, referring to the walk between Midoriya's house and the middle school.

"Perfect, JARVIS. Mind doing something for me?"

"Of course, Sir. Always," his AI replied. "What is it this time?"

"First, order a shipment of pallidum for me. As long as it's enough for 6 arc reactors, which would mean 9.6 grams of it. Next, text this number," Midoriya held up the piece of paper Katsumi wrote on to the camera, "and say that I'm home."

"Excellent, Sir. Done."

"Couldn't you have done that, master?" Desiree asked, watching the two converse while invisible to JARVIS.

"Yeah, I could have, but I really wanted to test JARVIS's capabilities. The JARVIS that's in the comics and movies of Marvel could do stuff like that easy-peasy, so a little trial run wouldn't hurt," Midoriya explained patiently.

"I see you're talking to Miss Desiree, who is invisible at the moment. Which reminds me, Sir: Does Desiree have a last name?" JARVIS asked.

Desiree shook her head.

"She doesn't, JARVIS."

"It's of no consequence," the AI paused as it got an alert. "Sir, a woman named Bakugo Katsumi has responded to your text message with the words 'Come over, I'm home alone,'" he said seriously in his british accent.

"And that's my cue. Any tips, Desiree?" he asked semi-confidently, taking off his energy shield from his arm and leaving it on the desk nearby. It would raise more questions if he became naked, so he decided to leave it for now.

"I'll give you tips in the heat of the moment," she replied. "Now get going, master, you've got a bitch to tame!"

On his walk over to Kacchan's house he began thinking of the ways he could earn money. He started to think of what he could build that wouldn't destroy the world if implemented. Weaponry was out, along with his energy shield, as the latter would make anyone strong enough to tank a hit from All Might.

That left energy resources, which gave him an idea while he was thinking of JARVIS: What if he built an arc reactor, both the miniaturized model and the big one? And fusion cells from Fallout 4 and 76 (god he hated the latter). Combine both of them, patent the idea, and he could be making money for the rest of his life from those two simple inventions. Plus building a miniaturized arc reactor would be a simple task (thanks to his newfound intellect), as all he needed was a box of scraps and pallidum, a heavy metal that could poison him if he wasn't careful until he synthesized Starkium to replace it, but for that he needed a particle accelerator, which he obviously didn't have (at the moment).

Thinking of Tony Stark's accomplishments inevitably led to him think of the Mark L (50) and Mark LXXXV (85) Iron Man suits, which was completely made from nanotechnology and could (conceivably) turn into any weapon he could come up with. If he could create that (which he now could since he was a super genius) he'd be nigh unstoppable by anyone other than All Might himself. Unfortunately, the technology didn't exist yet, so he'd have to create it if he wanted to become uber-powerful. But that led to the problem of acquiring the resources and money needed to build it.

It was just a clusterfuck, plain and simple.

Midoriya shook his head to clear himself of those thoughts as he was finally on the steps of the Bakugo household. He knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds before the door suddenly opened, revealing his old childhood friend, Kacchan, who looked stunning. She was wearing only a lacy black and red bra and panties, lingerie to be exact. It accentuated her C-cup breasts and also highlighted her natural curves. She grinned ferally as she pulled in by his collar into the house, closing the door behind them loudly. She practically dragged him to her room before throwing him on his bed onto his back. "Finally, you're here!" she said impatiently. "Was wondering if you were gonna pussy out or something when you didn't respond." She approached him on the bed before smothering his lips with hers, the two of them passionately snogging to their hearts' content. After a solid thirty seconds of making out Bakugo came back for air before saying, "God, Zuku. You're fucking irresistible. What made you want to start a relationship with me now, of all times?"

"I thought it'd make you like me again…" Midoriya admitted, looking away from his former tormentor.

"Hey hey hey! Look at me, Izuku," she asked before tilting his head to look into each other's eyes. Midoriya's eyes were tearing up, making Katsumi cringe in sadness. "I never stopped liking you. Not for a second, you hear?" Her future personal Breeder nodded shakily. "I just…wanted to keep you safe. Until I could properly protect you when I become a heroine," she explained with absolute faith in her tone of voice. "There's a lot of perverts in this world, Zuku. Many would jump at a chance to take you to bed while you're unaware of their schemes. They'd force you to make love to them, only wishing for you to pleasure them instead of pleasuring you too. Do you want that, Zuku? To be used and abused by some perverted woman having her way with you?"

Midoriya shook his head no, while simultaneously thinking that they'd probably never be able to touch him, once he built weapons and such.

"That's what I thought, Izuku. It's why I protected you from all those women over the years. Sure, was I a bit too harsh? Maybe, but it was for your own good. Now let me get a taste of my reward for waiting so long for you," she said huskily, trailing a line of kisses down his cheek, then to his collarbone, his skinny body, and then her prize: His groin. Without being able to see it his penis changed in size to an 8 incher when erect, which he most certainly was. She pulled away his jeans and underwear, only to get slapped in the face by his huge cock. She stared in shock over the size of him, thoroughly impressed by how hefty it was. "This thing is perfect!" she said in amazement, comparing it to her forearm. "I mean, this shit is bigger than my arm, Zuku! And oh my god, is that precum?" she asked, spying a drop of the stuff on the tip of his urethra. Bakugo swiped up the drop with her pointer finger and popped it into her mouth, her eyes bugging out over the taste. "Why the hell does it taste so good?!"

"What does it taste like, Kacchan?" he asked, trying his best not to stutter or give away that he already knew what it was supposed to taste like.

"It tastes like the best goddamn treat in the world!" she exclaimed, beginning to jerk him off to get more of the tasty stuff. Midoriya began to moan in response to her ministrations. "What's your secret?"

"Uh, what?" he asked dumbly, revelling in the feeling of a handjob. Her hand was so soft, and also rough from her callouses.

"You know what I mean. How do you make your cum taste like that?" she asked, slowing her handjob to make him more coherent.

"Um, lots of fruit?" he said as a question, making his childhood friend narrow her eyes.

"All right then, keep your secrets, Izuku. But know I'll find out one day, ya hear me?" she promised before speeding up her handjob, making her mate moan in happiness.

"K—Kacchan, don't you want to feel g—good too? If we change p—positions I can—"

"Let me stop you there, Zuku," Katsumi interrupted, putting a finger to his lips. "This is all about you right now. I'd love to have my cunt eaten but I want to reward you first," she alluded to, retracting her finger.

"Reward me?" Izuku repeated back, confused.

"Yeah, reward you. You made the first step to our new relationship, something I was too worried to start early. So you deserve this," she said before plunging her head onto his large cock. She got roughly halfway before she started to gag, pulling up a bit to breathe. "God, he's big but perfectly sized," Katsumi thought to herself, sucking on his dick as she went up and down, loving the noises coming from her love.

"Master, you're doing a good job, but put your hands on her head," Desiree instructed, watching from the sidelines with a literal movie theater popcorn bucket, stuffing her face with bright yellow (ghostly-looking) popcorn. "Trust me, this bitch will get a rise out of it."

"Do you have to call her a bitch?" Midoriya probed, doing as she said, resting his hands on the scalp of Kacchan, who seemingly began to move even faster at the encouragement.

"Yes, master. She was cruel to you for all those years because she didn't know how to best protect you, instead harming you to deter you. You can be as nice as you want, but she's still a bully at heart," Desiree explained herself.

"Fair point," Izuku thought to her, deciding to forgive his former tormentor, as she just wanted to protect him (in her own twisted way). He felt his natural orgasm beginning to build as he warned Kacchan, "I'm gonna cum!"

Katsumi plunged her head as far it would go on his cock (which was around five inches), as she felt him paint the inside of her mouth white with his spunk. He shot out an impressive eight shots, each one as strong as the last, until he began to dribble it out. It tasted divine on her tongue, which was completely contradictory to her research on what a man's semen tasted like. She kept her lover's dick in her mouth until she swallowed every last drop, which she did eagerly (on account of the taste). Bakugo pulled him out before opening her mouth up wide, showcasing her empty mouth. "How'd I do, Izuku?"

Midoriya breathed in and out rapidly, feeling like his soul left his body from the blowjob. "It—it was g—great, Kacchan! Thank you!" he said with a blush on his face. "Do you wanna—I mean, only if you want to…"

"Want to what? Have sex?" she finished, a cheeky grin on her face. Midoriya nodded shyly, which amused Katsumi greatly. This man before her was still so innocent, even after getting a blowjob. "Not yet, Zuku. I want to take things slow. Maybe the next time, or the time after that I'll be ready. Next time though you're definitely eating me out," she warned.

"Of—of course!" Midoriya agreed before bringing her in for a kiss. It was a short-lived but passionate one, an aftercare of sorts.

"Goddamn, you're good at kissing, Zuku. You've got some serious natural talent, bro. Either that, or you've done this before. You done this before?" Bakugo asked, somewhat accusingly, wondering what willing pervert of a woman would spoil him and steal his first kiss from her.

"Hardly," he lied. "Closest I ever came to this was kissing the living room pillow," he admitted, a bit of truth mixed in with the lies he was sprouting. He got a cold from kissing said pillow, but he and his mother promptly washed it after he recovered, seeing it as the likely culprit. They promptly never spoke about it again, seeing how it was embarrassing for one of them.

"Well then you're a fucking prodigy," she praised, putting on some fresh clothes from her drawer. "Not to be rude, but I suggest getting the fuck outta here. My mom and dad will be back any second now," Kacchan warned, looking at the time.

Midoriya scrambled to put his clothes back on as he gave a quick peck to his former bully, "Bye, Kacchan! Love you!" he shouted to her, leaving quickly and returning home.

"Sir, how did your rendezvous with Miss Bakugo go?" JARVIS asked immediately as soon as his creator walked in the door of his room. The AI saw the smile on his face as the disembodied voice later said, "I take it went well."

"It went great, buddy. Desiree, would you mind?" Midoriya asked the empty air. With a snapping noise the woman in question appeared out of nowhere, also having a smile on her face.

"Of course, master! My darling had a great time getting pleasured at his former bully's house," Desiree explained.

"Former bully?" JARVIS questioned, feeling protective of his Sir. "Bully how?" he asked in his usual british accent, making sure he didn't sound angry (which he most certainly was becoming).

"She would yell at him, burn him, things like that," the buxom woman offhandedly elaborated.

"Burn him?" the AI probed before searching the databases of the internet, trying to find out more about this "Bakugo" bully. It took him less than a second to find her quirk dossier, and then half a second to comprehend it, before he got mad. "Sir, this 'lady' has illegally used her quirk on you and you've decided to forgive her, is that correct?"

Midoriya looked up from his latest invention (that being the arc reactor) before nodding to the camera, "I mean, yeah, of course I forgive her. By the way, JARVIS, how's the shipment of pallidum going along?" the young man asked, working on the casing of the money-maker (that being the arc reactor).

The AI sighed before saying, "It should arrive no later than tomorrow, Sir. And can you please pick your friends more wisely? I would appreciate them not being a former bully, Sir."

"Is that sass I detect, JARVIS?"

"Not at all, Sir, as I only learned from the best."