Chapter 4: Midnight teaches Izuku how to be more confident: Aka pure fluff
Tuesday. The early morning is fairly uneventful. I take a shower, have breakfast, and go for my morning workout. Oh, and of course get jacked off by Mina in the living room while Momo attempts to study my ejaculate with a microscope.
All normal things.
My perfectly uneventful morning is ruined however, when I look down at my phone and read my emails. I have an interview at the largest news station in japan. Okay, that's already terrifying.
Except.
It's.
Tomorrow.
I feel a panic attack setting in immediately as I lock myself in my room and pace around like a maniac. Oh god, what do I do? This is the first major interview of my ENTIRE CAREER and I am probably the least presentable hero to have ever lived. I can't go more than two sentences without stuttering and I have the composure of a leaf in the wind for God's sake!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I need to think of something fast! On a whim I skim through my contacts and try to think of ANYONE who could help me. Kacchan is immediately off the list, he would probably just try and kill me. The girls wouldn't really be able to help, although Mina might be one worth writing down, since she seems confident all the time.
I find myself scrolling, feeling more and more defeated until I come across one name in particular. Nemuri Kayama. Aka, the pro heroine Midnight. Technically speaking, I only had her name in my contact list so I can get help if I'm having issues with my heat (not this year!), but she is probably the single most confident and collected person I have ever met. Maybe she could help him get my act together? Quickly slapping the "call" button I cross my fingers and wait.
"Ah, hello Midoriya! Are you having problems with your heat again?" A salacious voice enunciates through the crystal clear speakers of my phone. Damn, Hastume knows how to make good speakers. Realising I should probably answer back I clear my throat and prepare myself to speak calmly and clearly.
"H-hello M-Midnight s-sensei!" Fuck me. "I-I just d-discovered I have an I-interview scheduled for tomorrow.. B-but.." I take a deep, calming breath. "I'm not very c-confident and I would like you to teach me how to f-fix that!"
Midnight says nothing for several seconds. "I've been waiting for this opportunity for years! Come down to my apartment at lunchtime, I'll send you the details! Oh and be sure to masturbate beforehand, we wouldn't want any accidents!" I shriek at her sheer lack of modesty. Who the hell says things like that?!
"Well, I'll see you there Midoriya! Now get to pleasuring yourself nice and quick, and don't be late!" She clicks off the call before I can shriek again.
Well. That was something.
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Nemuri Kayama POV
Honestly, for being perhaps the most powerful man to have ever lived, Izuku Midoriya is without a doubt the most shy and introverted student I have ever met. He has managed to consistently surpass anyone's expectations as to his power and heroic prowess, whilst managing to stutter like a child the whole way through. Frankly, I should have stepped in and helped the damn kid grow a spine years ago.
Ding dong!
Speaking of, there he is. I take a brief moment to ensure my clothes are in place (a long sleeve jumper and baggy clothing, I don't want to torture the poor kid while he's in heat) before opening the door with florioush. "Ah, my favourite student! Come in, make yourself right at home!" I immediately note the kid looks disheveled and utterly exhausted. A very good sign for me.
While I would do anything for my students, I was glad to see the kid hadtired himself outbefore seeing me. I wasn't particularly interested in being struggle-fucked by a student while he was incapable of controlling himself. At least, not on a tuesday. Heh.
"H-hi Ms Kayama! What do you have in mind!" I turn around and watch the way he follows behind me. "Well, step one is to fix the way you walk." He cocks his head slightly and makes a confused sound. So cute. "The first thing someone usually notices about you is the way you hold yourself. Right now I see you hunched over and trying to make yourself small. If I saw you as a first impression, I would assume you are meekandweak." He's only one of those two afterall.
I bring him back to the doorway and begin to shift his posture using my hands. "Back straight. Head up. Shoulders tensed, with back flexed slightly to give yourself more width. Rest on the balls of your feet slightly to get a little more height." I go to the other end of the room. "Okay, now walk forward withconfidence.Remember, strong and manly!"
It takes everything I have not to burst out in laughter at the image I am presented. To say that the small, shy Midoriya was unable to pull off "strong and manly" would be an understatement. He seemed to feel just as out of place as he looked, at least judging from the uneasy expression on his face. "Okay, that doesn't seem to work." I wrack my brain for ideas.
Okay. What if instead of trying to make him something heisn't, I instead try to get him to lean more into what healready is? "Okay, back to the door." This time I shift his posture gently, focusing on grace more than force. "Relax your body. Bring your shoulders back a little. Flutter your eyelashes a little, but not too much. Try to bring your upper body together to look a little smaller." I stand back and walk around the boy, getting a good look at him.
Damn, he looks even cuter now. "Great! Now, try to walk forward. Add a little sway to your hips, and try walking toe to toe a little- but not too much! Try to lengthen your back and bring a little swing to your arms, and don't forget to tighten your core!" I stand back and marvel as he seems to shift into an entirely new person.
I spot a small smile on his face as he sinks into feminine grace like a pro. Gesturing with my arms, I get him to walk around the living room and eventually bring him to the table. "Okay, sitting is actually pretty easy. Try to lean back a bit, and tilt your head to expose your throat if possible. You want to try to cross your legs to expose more of your thighs, and maybe try to narrow your shoulders a little?"
I almost gasp as he slinks into the pose perfectly. "Hrrm, okay, don't lean back quite that far. We don't want you to fall over or anything." He leans in a tiny bit more, perfecting the pose. I'm immediately shocked at just how natural this seems for him. It looks great too!
"Is this good Ms Kayama?" He questions with a slight tilt of his head, exposing his throat a little. I feel myself heat up a little. "Woah. Damn kid, you really pull that off like a pro! With a little more experience you might just give me a run for my money!" He giggles slightly at what he assumes is a jest. "This feels quite good actually! Normally I try to uh, avoid acting so… weak, but this seems to fit me I guess?"
I shake my head gently. "Remember Midoriya, femininity is not weakness. You're the strongest person I know, you can lean more into your graceful side without anyone thinking that you're weak. In fact, have you noticed you've stopped stuttering?" The boy seems shocked. I continue onward before he can answer. "If you want, I will happily help you learn this new side of you more. I can also help you conduct yourself more confidently and forcefully if you need. After all, as a heroine I have been known to be… assertive." I give a trademark smirk after that.
The boy seems to think about it for several seconds. I notice as he uncrosses a leg and crosses the other, giving me a view of his creamy thighs. Mhhm. "I… would like that a lot Ms Kayama! As long as I don't bother you or waste your time of course..." I resist the urge to squeal like a schoolgirl who's best friend just agreed to let her do a makeover. "Aw, none of that Midoriya! I would just LOVE to teach my favourite student before he goes off to be a big tough hero!" He blushes rather cutely, toying with a lock of long curly hair. "T-thank you… In that case I'll do my best!"
With that, it's time to begin giving my student a makeover. I hum to myself as I look him over. "Midoriya, do you trust me?" The boy seems confused. "Of course Ms Kayama! You've been my teacher for years, I would trust you with my life!" God he is such a hero fanboy. "Well in that case, I'm giving you a haircut!"
The boy gives a look somewhere between excitement and horror. Without pause I promptly usher him to the bathroom, where I set a kitchen chair down on the tiles facing towards the mirror. I quickly drape a towel around his neck before he can start to have second thoughts.
"Um, Nemuri? What are you going to do exactly?" I give him a small smile. "Nothing too much. A little trim, perhaps an undercut? We'll see." I hum to myself as the electric razor does its work. I already have an idea for what I'm going to do. The kid watches with rapt attention as I style his hair expertly.
"Okay, we'll start by trimming down the side." I deftly neaten the left side of his head to a more reasonable length. "Then, we'll pull the top over to the side." I pull his hair over to the right in such a manner that the silky, poofy hair nearly covers his eye. His curls look wonderful and provide just enough 'poof' to give his hair a gorgeous depth and shape. "Then, an undercut." I smile as the transformation begins to truly take shape. "Finally, a general trim and tidy-up!" A few minutes of work later, I'm finally done.
I gasp when I finally step back and get a proper look at him in the mirror. Somehow the tomboyish yet feminine look just makes him that much cuter. His curls fit into the look perfectly, and combined with a subtle undercut, it's nothing short of seductive perfection. If he was the cutest boy on earth before, he's the cutest boy in the galaxy now.
"Oh shit. I made him even cuter…" I mumble out unintentionally. He blushes furiously. "Y-you like it?" I pat his shoulder with a prurient smirk. "Oh, if the girls wouldn't leave you alone before… good luck getting away now." He seems to be both pleased and horrified by my statement. Maybe that is something to work on with him later?
More importantly, his makeover is not quite done yet. "So we've gotten the basics of your new mannerisms, as well as a general makeover. But now we have to get you a new wardrobe!" I grab him by the arm and drag him from the bathroom. "Let's go shopping, I'll pay so don't worry!"
This was going to be fun!
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After managing to drag the poor kid past the crowds of shocked civilians (no, youcannotask the kid for an autograph and kindly fuck off), I finally manage to pull him into my favourite shop in all of japan. "This is 'Ryu Beauty', the best clothing store in all of japan!" The boy seems excited as I start going rack to rack.
"Woah Ms Kayama, this place looks really fancy!" I hum in agreement as I look over a rather nice long sleeved belly-shirt. Was the boy comfortable showing off his abs? It was a fairly modest cut, so it should hopefully be fine. "Say, Midoriya, try this on for me will you dear?" I hand him the shirt and gesture to the changing rooms. A minute later I hear footsteps behind me.
"Ah, so did you try it out-"
Holy. Shit.
"-Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidoriyyaaa?" I gasp out as I try in vain to yank my eyes from the tight, six-pack abs before me. Holy shit. Can this kid get any less attractive? All he is doing is standing there shyly, how is this even possible? "Um, Ms Kayama? You've been standing there with your jaw open for about twenty seconds now… do you need medical attention?" I squeak out an unconvincing assurance of my health and tear my eyes back to the clothing rack.
"Okay. Wow. Damn. That shirt REALLY works on you Midoriya, and it's cute as hell in general. If we pair that with… hrrrm…" I snatch some skinny jeans, tight chinos and something that was similar to yoga pants but hopefully wouldn't show off a bulge. Hopefully. Mhhm. No Nemuri!
"Okay, now try these on!" We test out the whole clothing range. The skinny jeans looked good, but he seemed a little uncomfortable with how itreallyshowed off his bubble butt. Damn. That was one hell of an ass. The chinos looked great, but any colours other than black, white or green didn't work on him. He refused to put on the yoga pants and wouldn't elaborate as to why past "it shows too much".
It was as I had him standing before a mirror posing in a pair of skinny jeans and arather tighttank-top when I realised that… something was missing. Ah, perfect! "Here, try this on!" The confused boy looks over the item in hand. "Is that… a cat collar?" I just barely manage to hold in my laughter at his confused lilt. "No, it's a cute little choker! Although we can go to a... different kind of shop if you are looking for that!" The boy balks. "N-no thanks Ms Kayama!" I raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure? We can even get your name engraved in it with a little pink love heart!" The boy chooses to ignore me at that.
I watch with pride as he clicks the choker on, flicks his hair back and turns to me with a hand on his hip and his head cocked back in such a manner as to expose his throat.
Holy. Fuck.
If he was the cutest boy in the galaxy before, he is now the cutest boy in the universe. My legs almost give out beneath me at my sheer surprise at just how perfect it completed the look. "Midoriya. We are trying out some gothic lolita dresses and you are going to lookcute as fuck." The boy turns neon and tries to open his mouth. "Shut it. You would look AMAZING in a tight-cut dress and that is final." He eventually nods in defeat.
Thankfully, Ryu Beauty had everything. I promptly drag the boy over to the dress section. The place had every kind of dress imaginable and in every size. The boy was of average height for a woman, but obviously didn't have the proportions of one. Perhaps a small would fit?
I gasp as I find just the perfect piece, presenting him a gorgeous black lace dress in roughly his size. "M-Ms Kayama… I can't wear this!" I scoff. "Nonsense Midoriya! It'll look amazing on you!" He doesn't budge, simply staring at the black dress and looking uncomfortable. "Well, at least give it a try. You don't have to wear it, I just want to see how it looks."
Several minutes later (did he even know how to put it on?) he walks out. I gasp. It looks beautiful. The tight lace corset accented his boyish hips and narrow waist. A mid-thigh skirt combined with garter-belts and knee length socks showed off his creamy, shapely legs. A neat, silk bow adorned his chest.
Midoriya does a little twirl. "Does it look good Ms Kayama?" My legs lock together as I nod furiously. The boy smiles, cocking his head and crossing a leg over the other. "Oh? Well If I can put the seductress herself off guard wearing this…" He leans forward until we are far too close together. "Perhaps you like it?" He runs a hand through my hair while I mentally reboot.
After far too long I manage to get my breath back. "Midoriya… that was…" I try to find the words. "Well, let's say you have the 'seduction' part down. So I think we can agree that the dress goes on the pile?" The kid nods with a toothy grin, returning back to the changing room.
I rub my palms into my eyes. "Jesus christ that kid will be the end of me…"
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Izuku Midoriya POV
Shopping was fun! Ms Kayama has a good taste, and hopefully It'll work for my interview tomorrow! In fact, I'll probably be throwing out my wardrobe. As great as "Shirt." written on a shirt is, I think everyone else seems to hate it. Can't imagine why.
I notice laughter and loud chatter the moment I open the Heights Alliance door, the two bags of clothing slung over my shoulders fitting rather snugly. I've decided to stick with the gothic lolita dress for now, fitted with a choker and everything. I managed to avoid being seen in public so this would be the first time anyone other than Ms Kayama had seen it. I walk into the waiting room area and cup my hands to call out a greeting.
Mina's voice calls back to me from the living room. "Is that you Izuku? Toru and I got some of the 3B guys over! You should say hi!" I vaguely hear the voices of what sounds like Setsuna, Tetsutetsu and maybe someone else through the open door frame. Well. I wanted to practice being confident, and this is certainly going to be a good test.
I walk into the living room and all eyes are on me. "Hi everyone!" I call out with an upswing lilt, the cadence of my voice hopefully somewhere between cute and lustful. I give a little curtsey while keeping my eyes locked on the others in the room. "Holy shit." I hear Setsuna murmur out, the greenette almost falling out of her chair in her stupor. I look around and mentally count heads.
Mina, Hagakure, Setsuna, Tetsutetsu and Yanagi. I idly note the number of dropped jaws with pride. Mina is the first to properly recover. "I-Izuku… what are you wearing?" I jump on the balls of my feet a little, making my hair flop forward over my eye slightly. "Ah, I went out shopping with Midnight-sensei! Do you like it?" I shift from side to side a little while keeping my eyes on her.
Before the pinkette can answer, Setsuna has already jumped the gun. "It's fucking hot and I don't care what anyone else says." I give her a toothy grin as she continues. "I had no idea you were into… this kind of stuff, but I don't think I've ever been so aroused in my entire life." Okay… now that was a little forward. I know that Setsuna was known for her Midnight-esque attitude, but It still put me on the backfoot. Time to regain it.
"Oh? Really now?" I walk forwards until I'm in front of her, before leaning down. The lizard-girl is half a foot taller than me and has a body somewhere between Mina and Uraraka, but I don't let it intimidate me. I cock my head, exposing my throat with the choker wrapped neatly. "Midnight has been teaching me to be more confident. She says that It would be good for me to be more outgoing around my peers… care to give me a seat?" The female greenette's jaw drops as she stares at me, before giving a single, sharp nod.
I climb into her lap with a toothy grin as I lock eyes with her.. "My, you seem awfully intimidated right now? Could it be that I've enraptured you?" I lean back and yawn, shifting slightly in her lap. She humps at me unwittingly. "Hrrrm. You don't seem so confident now. What happened to the badass girl who takes down villains without a scratch?" Everyone else is watching us with silence as she tries to catch her words.
Eventually, she does. "Well… I wasn't expecting such a shift in personality… isn't that right,Izuku?" She grabs me before I can move and nibbles on my ear. I let out a shriek and fall backwards. She doesn't catch me as I slip out of her hands and onto the floor with a thump. The others laugh while I groan. "Dammit. She got me." Setsuna stands and gives me a hand. "By the way, people can see under your skirt when you are laying on your back. Nice underwear, green is the best colour!" I blush neon.
Tetsutetsu coughs. "Uh… whatever that was… I don't think I can look at you the same way ever again, Midoriya." I give him a confused look. "Huh?" He grunts. "Well, you're the strongest person I know. I've always pushed myself to surpass you. But after seeing… that-" He shudders. "-I think I need to find someone else to think about." Setsuna and Mina burst out into laughter at that, the latter giving him a slap on the shoulder.
Yanagi coughs. "Well. I did not realise you were into such a style Midoriya." I shrug sheepishly. "Well, I wasn't until today. Midnight-sensei wouldn't leave until I tried it on, and it seems to look good?" She nods calmly, a slight red adorning her cheeks. "Mhhm. I wear the same kinds of clothes myself often." Setsuna gasps. "Oh man I completely forgot! Reiko has a whole collection of 'gothic lolita' stuff, real edge lord shit you know? Maybe the two of you could share tips or something?"
I turn to the silver-haired girl as she stares rather intently at me. I gulp. "U-Uh, yeah… that would be cool if you wouldn't mind!" Yanagi nods sharply.. "I would love you. I mean, love to." Another round of laughter rings out while I just sigh. Yanagi is still staring at me.
Just another ordinary tuesday.