"Sir, it's time to awaken and get to U.A., you're new school," JARVIS announced from the open laptop, stirring his creator awake as he felt a warm and very pleasant sensation on his groin. He pulled the blanket aside to see his sex genie, Desiree in her human form, giving him his usual morning blowjob. She waved hi to him before going back to her daily task.

"Ooooh, that feels good," Midoriya commented, throwing his head back onto the pillow as he just relaxed. He rested a hand on Desiree's head as she slobbered over his fuck stick, getting every inch of it covered in spit. She pretended to gag when she got balls-deep, something that Izuku appreciated. After a couple of minutes of enjoying the throatjob he decided to cum straight down her gullet, her readily swallowing his huge load with gusto, as it was tasty.

God, wasn't this the life?

Midoriya and Kacchan were on a train together as they made their way to U.A. High School. The two of them were sitting side by side, with Midoriya playing an old game on his smartphone. Kacchan, meanwhile, was glaring at anyone who even looked at her man weirdly or sexually, which is a long way of saying was almost everyone.

Their train stopped at their destination, the two of them getting off together as they walked to U.A.. They went past the archway and made their way to class 1-A, finding that they were the first ones to arrive. Bakugo decided to get real comfy at her desk by putting her legs up and resting her shoes on the tabletop.

Izuku smiled fondly at her tendencies as he chose a seat next to her. "What teacher do you think will be teaching us, Kacchan?"

"All Might, I hope."

"All Might's a teacher here?!" he asked excitedly, his irises changing into stars at the information.

"Yeah, didn't your acceptance hologram thingie show All Might?"

"No, mine was principal Nozomi. I guess it's different from person to person?" he questioned hesitantly.

"Who knows?" Kacchan shrugged as she took out her phone, scrolling through the news sites.

Shortly soon after the door opened up, revealing Iida Tomoyo and Uraraka Ochaco. "A man? U.A.'s full of surprises…" the brown-haired contemplated.

"Hey, Uraraka and Iida," Midoriya greeted, waving hello to her. Tomoyo gave a curt nod, staring at Kacchan's feet on the desk in annoyance, while the other's face crinkled in befuddlement.

"Have we met before?" Ochaco asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

"I saved you from being crushed by the Zero-Pointer. Ring a bell?" Izuku reminded her.

"Wait, you're the woman who was in the suit of armor?!" she exclaimed, looking surprised.

"But I didn't sound like a woman, and the name I gave you was clearly not feminine," Midoriya pointed out.

"I thought you wanted to sound more masculine for some reason…" Uraraka explained. "Well, thank you for saving me!" she thanked again.

"No problem," he said. Soon more people began filling into the room, with a certain raven-haired teen glaring hard at him. "Can I help you?"

"Why are you here?" she asked furiously, upturning her head. "You're a man, shouldn't you be home tending to your husbandly duties?"

Midoriya rolled his eyes, exasperated. "I'm not a stay-at-home husband, you know. I have the right to be here."

"Miss, he does. He got accepted in just like us," Iida suddenly defended him. "As surprised as you must be, he won the right to be here fair and square."

"You must be mistaken, miss…?"

"Tomoyo. Iida Tomoyo, and yours is?"

"Yaoyorozu Momo. As I said, you must be mistaken."

"I'm right here," he reminded.

"Quiet!" she loudly intoned.

"Hey, don't take to Izuku like that!" Kacchan interjected, getting up out of her seat and stalking over to the Yaoyorozu woman. "The hell's your problem?! Izuku got in here with his nerd brain."

"And how, pray tell, did he do that? Without a quirk no man can pass the practical exam, unless some foolish woman recommended him," Momo questioned, not understanding why not one, but two people were defending a man.

"With his damned inventions, ponytail!"

"I have to agree with this woman, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya here is an inventor and has made remarkable inventions that allowed him to breeze through the practical," Tomoyo backed up, getting a nod from Kacchan.

Momo couldn't hold back the derisive snort that came out of her mouth. She giggled cruelly as she said, "A man? Making things? Preposterous."

"Master, please please please wish to hatefuck this bitch," Desiree requested hotly, getting royally pissed at this prissy little princess acting the way she was.

"No, Desiree, that's wrong," he mentally told her, though secretly wanting to do that if he wasn't confined to his morals.

"I have to agree with these two, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya here built a suit of armor that could fly and blast these super cool lasers!" Uraraka said as she supported Iida and Bakugo, mimicking the sounds and poses Izuku made when he flew around as Iron Man.

The raven-haired girl was in a tight spot, as not one, not two, but three women came to the defense of that pitiful man. How was she supposed to refute all three of their testimonies without looking daft and crazy? Wait, she got an idea: "Well, if he's an inventor, I'm sure he has an invention or two on him, right?" she pressed, seeing them come up short. Good, maybe next time they'd think—

"I call it the Energy Gauntlet, or the EG for short," Midoriya interrupted her delusional daydreams, showcasing the wrist watch-sized device. "It's powered by a proprietary green energy resource that I'm the owner of, called an arc reactor," he moved some of the pieces around to show the glowing super-mini arc reactor, "and can not only provide an energy shield around the user that protects against anything, it also has a repulsor blast that can be lethal or nonlethal," he explained before pulling the red metal up over his middle knuckles and showing the repulsor tech come online, the center of the repulsor on his palm glowing brightly. "Any questions?"

Everyone in the room was silent, most of them looking suitably impressed that the young dude could build something so impressive.

Yaoyorozu Momo, however, grew more livid at the clearly fabricated story that he just made up. "I bet it doesn't even work," she mocked.

Izuku was going to protest when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a moving yellow sleeping bag coming through the doorway. "What the heck is that?" he brought attention to the oddity, everyone glancing on over to it. Everyone began muttering to each other, wondering what it was.

The yellow sleeping bag wiggled back and forth as a head sprouted from within. A very tired looking woman with black hair and prominent eye bags looked at them, dead inside. "Took you twenty seconds to notice me AND quiet down. Unacceptable. Midoriya, good observational skills," the mystery woman praised as she got clambered out of her sleeping bag. She walked on over to the teacher's desk and pulled out unisex uniforms that were blue and white, setting them down on the desk. "There's not enough time in the day to coddle you. Get these on and meet me outside on the field," she ordered as she stalked out of the room.

"Who the hell was that?" a Raichu color-haired student asked.

"No idea, bro," a red-haired woman replied, grabbing one of the uniforms to put on.

"This isn't over," Bakugo warned the prissy princess as she grabbed a uniform.

The rest of them followed suit before finding the appropriate locker room to change in. Luckily for Midoriya, principal Nozomi had Cementoss build a locker room exclusively for male students about five years ago, should one ever attend the high school. He changed in silence, with nary a thing bothering him, making sure to keep his portal gun on his person even when he changed clothes. He met the rest of his classmates out on a field with the sleeping bag woman standing there, her hands in her pocket.

She looked at her left wrist for her watch, "Eight minutes. Could be faster, but it is the first day," she muttered under her breath. "Just so we're clear, we're skipping the introductory speech that Nozomi likes us to attend," she announced, much to the surprise of everyone.

"Why?" a pink-skinned teen asked.

"It's a waste of time, and with so little time for each class it's illogical to waste it. My name is Aizawa Shoka, the pro heroine Eraserhead, and I'll be teaching you to be heroes. Whether you succeed or fail in my class is up to you," she paused, letting her words sink into the students for a bit.

Midoriya, meanwhile, was freaking the fuck out over being in the presence of the Eraserhead! He was so giddy that it gained the attention of his sex genie.

"Master, what's so special about this Aizawa woman?" Desiree asked, floating next to the teacher in question and scrutinizing her from top to bottom. She wasn't anything too impressive, having an A-cup chest and defined muscles.

"She fights basically quirkless! She has the ability to erase, or in simple terms, turn off the quirks of others! She's been my inspiration before I met you, Desiree, before you unlocked my true potential," he explained excitedly.

Aizawa continued, "Today we'll be doing a quirk assessment test, and whoever scores the lowest in the roster will be judged as having no potential, being immediately expelled," she warned, staring at each student individually until she got to Midoriya. She stared at him longer for anyone else, as if testing him within her mind, before going to next person.

"Uh, sensei, isn't that a little harsh and unfair?" one of the students asked, fear evident on their face.

The aura that surrounded Eraserhead doubled in potency, scaring some of the weaker-willed students as Aizawa got pissed. "'Harsh' and 'unfair?' That's exactly what being a heroine is. Every single one of you is unfair towards the other, some of you are obviously stronger than the others, isn't that 'harsh' and 'unfair?' Tough shit," she stated coldly. "IF you become a heroine you'll be constantly fighting villains who will and are stronger than you. It is up to your skills as heroines to overcome that and be better," she explained, folding her arms together. "Does anyone have anything else to contribute?" she waited, not getting a single response. "I didn't think so."

"I like her, master," Desiree declared, seeing the faces of the students hilarious.

"Alright, with that out of the way, Bakugo."

"Hmm?"

"Catch," she commanded as she tossed a softball to her. "What was your farthest distance with a softball back in junior high?"

"About 67 meters," Bakugo revealed, tossing the ball between her hands to gauge the weight of it.

"The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn. But until then, throw the ball by any means necessary to get it as far away as possible."

"Any means necessary?" Katsumi parroted, an evil grin on her face at the potential of that statement.

"I didn't stutter, did I? Stand in the circle and throw it," Aizawa ordered, everyone watching as the blondie stepped into the circle. She moved her right arm in a couple of circles as if winding up, before throwing the ball with all her strength with a quirk-enhanced throw. The ball exploded into the clouds, making smoke rings in its wake.

Aizawa, with an emotionless face, showed her smartphone screen that displayed 705 meters. "As you can see, quirks can make quite the difference, especially when you don't have one. Midoriya," she called out, getting his attention. "Step into the circle," Shoka ordered, watching as the young man walk into the white circle. "Catch," she tossed another ball to him, which he caught easily, after fumbling for it. "Just like the Bakugo, throw the ball as far as you can while not leaving the circle."

Midoriya nodded at the instructions before he casually pulled out his portal gun from one of his pockets and shot a portal in front of him, then tossed the ball into it.

Aizawa looked at her smartphone's screen, seeing that the ball she asked Izuku to throw went somehow out of range before it got back into range, about a hundred thousand meters away. It was both impressive and shocking, the fact that the ball's transmitter would work so far away and that that portal could even exist. "Is that a portal?"

"Yes, I hope that didn't go against the rules, ma'am."

"It didn't. Get back in line," she commanded, watching as the young man did as she ordered.

"But sensei! Didn't that man cheat by using support gear that's not even his?! We don't have any support gear, how is that fair?!" a raven-haired teen with a huge bust argued. She looked quite irate over the whole situation.

"Yaoyorozu, is it?" The teen nodded, letting Aizawa continue. "As you can see by Midoriya's example, quirks aren't everything. Sometimes, no, scratch that, most of the time it's support gear like what Midoriya has that can turn the tides of battle. And no, he didn't cheat, and you're right, it isn't fair that he had support gear on him, on the first day no less. But that's what life is. Tough luck."

"But-but—" Yaoyorozu stammered out, not liking how this man just showed up this Bakugo girl. He was a man, not some respectable woman with a quirk, so how the hell did he do better than that Bakugo girl?! No matter what their teacher said, it was clearly cheating for him to have that portal gun device that he probably didn't create himself (the stupid bastard).

"Okay, next person. Kaminari, step into the circle."

They went through round after round of tests, like a fifty-meter dash (which Midoriya sidestepped by using his portal gun), and a strength measurement test (that Midoriya did poorly at since he didn't have a specific invention to counteract it). He was getting glared at by the Yaoyorozu woman the whole way through, for some reason not known to him.

Momo was furious that a man was even in the hero course to begin with, when some other woman could've and would've done better. He was even using tech that wasn't even his, he probably didn't even know how it worked.

After an hour had passed all the tests were finished, and Aizawa told her smartphone to display the test results to everyone. Momo had done decently well, getting in the top ten, while that man got 13th place for his many, many inadequacies.

"NOOOOOO! I don't want to be expelled!" a purple, ball-like haired woman cried out, kneeling into the dirt, tears in her eyes. Yaoyorozu scanned the rankings and discovered that it was a young teen named Mineta Minori, who was pitfully wailing.

"By the way, I was lying about the whole expulsion thing. Just a logical ruse to make you perform your best, that's all," Aizawa revealed, eyeing the only man in the class. "Midoriya, stay after class, I need to speak with you."

Everyone filtered out of the field, Bakugo staying the longest, until she too got shooed away. "What did you need from me, sensei?" Midoriya asked hesitantly, a little anxious to be speaking with his idol.

"You're a man and I don't care."

"Huh?"

"I don't care what sex you are, Midoriya, I truly don't. I will be treating you like the rest of your classmates as if you had a quirk; so you better keep sharp and stay on your toes. If I even think you're slinking by and not trying your best then I will expel you, is that clear?" she threatened.

Izuku gave a genuine smile at her words, "Clear, sensei!"

"Hey, it's Midoriya, right?" asked a dark (almost orange) yellow-haired student, stopping the young man as soon as he left the changing room.

"That's me, miss…?"

"My name's Kaminari Denkiko. Do you do requests?" she asked, looking nervous.

"Requests? Requests for what?" he replied, perplexed.

"Uh, what I mean is, you're smart and you built that portal gun thingie and that wrist band thing so I was wondering…if you took commissions?" Denkiko asked shyly, looking to the floor in embarrassment, as she didn't want to get laughed at.

Midoriya smiled at the thought of doing a commission. It came with the territory of being a hero, as heroes helped other heroes from time to time. "I would love to do one, Kaminari. Do you have anywhere to be in the next hour?" he asked as he placed a hand on his portal gun, already keying in the location of his lab.

"No?"

"Then follow me through this portal," he asked as he made the green fluidic portal in question, catching the poor girl off guard at the casualness of it. He stepped inside first, emerging into his lab, and waited for her to join him. As he waited for her he quickly texted Kacchan to go on home without him, saying that something came up. A couple of seconds later she came through, looking at everything in wonder.

"That was so cool! You can make portals anytime and anywhere you want like back on the field?!" Kaminari asked, awe in her eyes, especially the pieces of the suitcase suit that Midoriya never bothered cleaning up yet.

"Yep," he answered as he went through the hardware in his room, looking for something in particular. "So what's your quirk again, Kaminari?" he asked, forgetting if she even utilised her quirk during the quirk assessment test.

"Oh, my quirk? My quirk is called Electrification, it allows me to make electricity. I can cover my body with it, though I don't see the use in that yet."

"Sounds like you're a living taser then in close-combat. And what do you want me to make for you?"

"The problem with my quirk is that it's short-ranged. Anything further than a few feet then my electricity attacks indiscriminately. I was hoping you could solve that," Denkiko explained herself.

"How much energy can you produce?" he asked offhandedly.

"About a million volts," Kaminari revealed casually.

"That's a lot! But I think I got an idea for your range," Midoriya said as he finally pulled out what he was looking for. About a month ago he had shelved an idea that came from a video game called "The Order: 1886." He had the idea of building the TS-21 Arc Induction Lance, but it didn't go anywhere as it got boring and was too bulky to use in everyday combat, so he shelved it.

Now, however?

Now it had purpose. He brought the device to his workbench as he dismantled the weapon until he had the positive and negative terminals exposed. He hooked up industrial cables to it as he passed the weapon to a very confused Kaminari. "Push some energy into it and then pull the trigger. Aim at that wall," he instructed as he pointed at a wall.

The woman decided to play along as she pushed about five hundred volts or so into the device and pulled the trigger. A tiny arc of electricity came bursting out of the tip of the tesla coil, surprising Kaminari. "Woah! Let me try that again," she said as she pushed a thousand or so volts into the gun, pulling the trigger again. This time a big torrent of electricity snaked out of the tesla coil and hit the wall, singing it. "This is amazing, Midori!"

"Midori?"

"Can I keep it? I'll be sure to pay you and—"

"First, you can't keep it yet. It's still a prototype," Midoriya explained, making the woman sadden a bit. "Secondly, I don't want money."

"You don't?" she asked, confused why he wouldn't want her money.

"Nah, what are friends for?" he asked rhetorically, knowing he was putting her in his debt by doing so. "I'll be building you a wrist-mounted version of that gun for you, so that's why you don't need the prototype."

Kaminari blinked a couple of times, trying to envision the giant gun somehow being smaller. "Excuse my language, but how the hell are you making this smaller?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised," he said vaguely as he went to the SIF and activated it.

"Woah, what's that?" she asked as watched the SIF bloom and expand open, showing a whole doodads of stuff as it grew.

Midoriya punched in the 16-digit code, "It's a fabricator, it can build anything I want. Let me just pull up the schematics of the TS-21 Arc Induction Lance," he said aloud, mostly for his new friend. The blueprint in question came up on the hologram, he started removing the bulkier parts of the gun, stripping it into the bare essentials. Kaminari watched, transfixed as she saw an artist at work as she watched him switch out the massive tesla coil with a smaller one, and changed how the weapon gathered its electricity. It was sleek in design and kinda looked like Spider-Man's old web shooters, except this one had a LED display showing how much power it needed to reach a certain distance when pointed. Very handy in her expert opinion.

"Wait time is ten minutes, Boss," an Irish-accented voice suddenly spoke from the SIF.

"Gah!" Kaminari was surprised.

"That's just FRIDAY, don't mind her," he placated. "So what's your ultimate dream?"

"My ultimate dream? Well it's—actually, nevermind, it's stupid," she shut herself down. Midoriya gave her a look before she caved, "I want to make a sword completely out of electricity," she admitted, waiting to get ridiculed and—

"That sounds cool, but how would it work?"

That was refreshing, to hear that someone didn't think of her dream as childish. "I don't know to be honest, but I was thinking that I'll gain control of my electricity enough to form it however I want."

"I'm sure you can do it one day," Midoriya encouraged, a smile on his face.

"So what's your 'ultimate' dream, Midori?" Kaminari asked politely.

"To be a hero," he answered immediately. "To save people with a smile, to be a shining beacon of everything that represents what a hero truly is."

"That's deep," Denkiko commented, "but super ambitious! I'm sure you can do it, bro, when you become a hero, that is. I mean, with all the shit you've clearly made yourself I'm sure you can accomplish it," she shared her thoughts before gesturing to the suitcase suit that was in pieces. "What is that anyways?"

"It's an Iron Man suit."

"Like from the Marvel films they play on T.V. sometimes?"

"Exactly."

"Woah! You made one of them?"

"Yes, I did. It wasn't really too difficult once I built the SIF, as—"

"Boss, the device is ready," FRIDAY announced, interrupting the two's heart-to-heart. Izuku got up promptly and snagged the wrist-mounted TS-21 Arc Induction Lance. He told the SIF to make another one as he approached his new friend. She held out her right wrist as it was put on. The LED display lit up and kept switching voltage numbers as she moved her wrist around.

"To activate the device just make a gun with your hand and then jerk it as if you just fired," he instructed.

Kaminari listened to the simple directions and aimed at the wall she had shot before, the LED display showing her that she needed at least a thousand volts to hit it. She covered her body with the necessary electricity as she made a finger gun and fired. The tesla coil hummed with power before directing the energy to the wall, blackening it. "Holy shit, Midori! You're a genius!"

"Why, thank you, Kaminari. Your left one should be done any second now."

"Dude, even if you only made me one of these things then that'd be amazing!" she shouted before pulling him in for a hug.

She smelled faintly of pastries, of all things. It was a nice, non-bone breaking hug. He returned it, though not as strongly. The SIF made a chime to alert the two that the device was ready (again). Midoriya handed it over readily, watching as she strapped it to her left wrist with a smile. "Where do you live? It's so I can portal you home," he amended, tacking it on at the last second after getting a confused look from his friend.

"That Yaoyorozu woman was wrong, Midori! You're awesome!" she said her goodbyes as she left through the portal.

"That was nice," Midoriya thought aloud as he portaled home soon after, going to sleep almost instantly as Desiree shifted back into a human, running her hand through his curls as a gentle reward.