Tara's Note: So many story ideas, so little time. It's been a hot minute since this was updated, largely because I've put out a bunch of rare pair one-shots since the last chapter. There's something fun about exploring a pair that's almost completely unused by the fandom, especially when I get to slap a 'this is the longest story about X dating Y' label on the finished product. Never going to happen with this story; there's only going to be six chapters and Izuku/Momo is a popular and well explored ship. Ironically, the original version of this chapter had me going 'eh' to the idea of swapping from Izuku/Momo to Izumi/Momo but, uh, I guess we can all see how that ended up.
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"Did you really bring Yaoyorozu out here to the edge of the arena so that you could ingest drugs directly off of her in front of the entire audience? Does your depravity know no bounds, Midoriya?"

Sniffing to clear her sinuses, Izumi shot a thankful look at Momo, waiting until she bowed and backed away from the ring before turning to shoot an irritated look at Iida Tenya. The two of them had clashed from the very first day of class, when Iida discovered exactly what fueled Izumi's enhancer quirk. It had evolved into a very two-sided hate over the past few weeks. And now? Izumi had just one thing to say to the bluenette. "I'm a fucking hero student, Iida! I've done more cocaine than you weigh, motherfucker!"

Bless pre-quirk media that she found on YouTube. There was some really quotable shit on old comedy shows.

Strictly speaking, did she have to snort cocaine off Momo in front of a live audience? Of course not. The ravenette absolutely could have renewed her high in the waiting room, or in the hallway again if Momo had wanted to walk her to the edge of the arena. Was showing off the fact that she was dating quite possibly the epitome of beauty for her entire generation fun? Hell yeah it was. Not to mention that she'd been able to convince Momo that it was a great way to announce their partnership - and relationship - to the world at large after the... less than enthusiastic... reception they received from her parents.

That would teach them to call her gutter trash with no future who wasn't worthy of their daughter. Good luck finding a better suitor for her now.

"Midoriya! I have never fornicated with anyone, much less with somebody's mother! To spread such falsehoods about me is decidedly unheroic!" Reaching up to adjust his glasses, Iida glared across the ring at Izumi with a scowl on his lips. "Also, I weigh approximately one hundred and fifteen kilograms. I sincerely doubt you have ingested more than that many kilograms of cocaine in your lifetime."

It had been hyperbole on her part, as would be obvious to literally anyone other than Iida... but, uh, goals? Her hits of cocaine tended to be on the larger side to maximize her enhanced time, so generally around seventy milligrams or so. Move the decimal point, move it some more, divide... the math skills that had vaulted her to the top of Ectoplasm's class came through for her: the answer was somewhere in the vicinity of one point six million doses of cocaine.

That was a lot of fucking cocaine.

Wait. Divide by half an hour per high, divide by forty-eight possible highs in a day, divide by three hundred and sixty five days in a year... that would be enough cocaine to keep her high for more than ninety-three years.

That was a lot of fucking cocaine.

Although if she ever tried to achieve that dream, thank God she had Momo in her life. If she had to pay for that much cocaine, it would have been around... seven hundred and eighty million yen if she managed to find a wholesale supplier, or a cool one point two eight billion yen if she had to go through a street level dealer. Not outside the realm of possibility for the earnings of a decently ranked hero, but it would definitely cut into her hero memorabilia purchasing.

Not to mention that while to date the HPSC had managed to convince the rest of law enforcement to look the other way on account of her 'clearly heroic quirk', actually going out and buying cocaine was still wildly illegal. Possessing it - even for her - was also pretty questionable. Having Momo around to create it on demand neatly sidestepped both of those issues for her. And to be honest, she was a lot easier on the eyes than a brick of cocaine.

A much better kisser, too.

Shaking her head to clear her random thoughts, Izumi looked over at Midnight as she waited for the match to start. The teacher grinned back at Izumi and reached up to rub the tip of of her nose. Izumi did likewise, blushing as she came away with a bit of cocaine. Oops. Snorting cocaine off a curve was much harder than a flat surface. She would need to get more practice with that... if Momo was willing.

She seemed willing enough.

"Has class 1-A's cocaine queen finally met her match against the scion of the Iida family? Midoriya! Iida! Ready! Start!"

Unlike the entrance exam, Iida actually leapt into action the moment the word 'start' left Present Mic's lips. The engines in his legs revving loudly, he lunged forward toward Izumi with an intent expression on his face. Capable of completing the fifty meter dash in three point zero four seconds, he closed the distance between them in a scant few seconds. Unfortunately for Iida, Izumi was high as fuck and able to keep up with his new speed.

"COLOMBIA SMASH!"

Lashing out with a single right jab, Izumi slammed her fist directly into the approaching bluenette's face. Gifted with strength beyond the ken of mere mortals thanks to her quirk, Izumi felt both glasses and bone shatter under her fist as it impacted. Iida collapsed like a puppet with the strings cut, skidding and bouncing across the remaining few meters of the arena before crossing the white line and rolling to a stop out of bounds. Izumi watched him go with a surprised look on her face; honestly, she had thought that Iida would be slightly more durable than that. Turning back to Midnight, she slowly raised her fist in the air victoriously. "Midoriya wins!"

"Wow! A great try by Iida but Midoriya was ready for him. Moving faster than a speedster? That takes some doing!" Izumi turned in a slow circle as Present Mic's voice rang out, soaking up the cheering from the crowd. A pair of medical robots carrying a stretcher bustled over to the ring, Momo following close behind them now that it was safe to approach. "Well, at this point Midoriya is guaranteed at least second place in this year's Sports Festival. Who will join her in the finals? Who will take home a bronze medal with Iida? Stay tuned to find out!"

Reaching out, Izumi grabbed Momo by the waist and leaned up to press a brief kiss to her lips before blushing brightly. Which... she'd been snorting cocaine out of her girlfriend's cleavage all afternoon. Once on national television, even. She really should be over feeling bashful about kissing her own girlfriend. The crowd cheered even louder at her actions and she ducked her head a bit before grabbing Momo's hand and leading her off the field. "That went a lot better than I thought it would. Iida's fast, and I can't imagine that his family didn't sign him up for some kind of martial arts training growing up. I'm just... swinging my fists and hoping for the best out here."

Momo nodded agreeably, leaning down a bit so it was easier for her to make herself heard. Izumi didn't mind getting a bit loud. Momo was considerably more refined than her. "I did my best not to laugh at you on television, but... Colombia Smash? Really, Izumi?"

"Yeah, they should really have us workshop super moves before we're trotted out as a spectacle. Not that many of us have them at this point, but..." Izumi waved her left hand through the air in front of her in consternation. "I don't know, I grew up idolizing All Might just like pretty much every other kid in Japan. Had that phase where I was convinced I was one good day away from discovering my quirk and then All Might would take me under his wing and I'd become like, All Mighty Girl or something. I don't really have a brand or a persona yet, so I just... a lot of cocaine comes from Colombia. And then smash. Colombia Smash."

The pair passed into the tunnel, pausing for a moment to enjoy the comparative quiet before continuing onward. "We can workshop it, of course. If the school doesn't offer appropriate classes? Which I sincerely doubt, given that one's public image is an integral part of being a hero in the modern day? I'm sure I can use my connections to find someone to help us. Possibly a series of attacks with the 'Coca' prefix? Since cocaine comes from the coca plant? Like how all of Miruko's attacks use 'Luna'?"

Given that Momo had to turn around and return to the ring in a few minutes, Izumi came to a stop and leaned against the wall, pulling her hand out of Momo's so that she could rest her hands on the ravenette's hips as the pair of them stood there. "This is clearly why you're the brains of this operation and I'm just the brawn. Also, I just realized... I really didn't think the tournament bracket thing through."

Scooting a little bit closer to her, Momo pressed her larger breasts into Izumi's own significant endowments as the raventte brought her arms up to loop around the smaller girl's neck. "Oh? Dare I ask what's running through that wonderful head of yours, Izumi?"

Letting her right hand rise from where it was resting on Momo's hip, Izumi gestured from herself to Momo and then back again. "You're about to go up against Kacchan. I'm pretty sure you have what it takes to beat him. Especially now that you know how to create aerosolized antiperspirant. Which means that after you beat him, we're going to be facing each other in the finals."

"Yes, that's generally what happens when two people are both victorious in their individual semi-final matches." Momo looked slightly confused as she stared down at Izumi's anxious face. "I don't see why that's a problem."

Making a fist with her right hand, Izumi threw a punch out to her side. "I don't really have any way to fight you short of, you know, punching you. I'm strong with my quirk activated but not, say, All Might strong. I have to actually make contact to be effective, I can't use air pressure against you. Which means that if you beat Kacchan, I'm going to have to punch you. And, I mean, I have that battle damage Miruko bust in my room but that doesn't mean it's a look I'm really into." Also polite society tended to frown on one punching their significant other.

A soft giggle escaped Momo. "I recall the statue that you're talking about. Given the state of her costume, I'm genuinely surprised that you're aware she has a face to be bruised." Hey! Which was to say... fair, but also hey! "To be fair, I was planning to shoot you with carfentanyl in the opening moments of the final round and see where things went from there." At Izumi's confused look, Momo elaborated. "Elephant tranquilizer. I don't trust a more conventional anesthetic to do the job."

While it was flattering that Momo thought it would take such lengths to bring her down... wasn't elephant tranquilizer a bit of overkill in this case? Then again, she'd once had a broken arm healed by Recovery Girl while high with no appreciable signs of fatigue, so maybe it was just enough kill. "I suppose that's one way we could end the festival. A bit embarrassing on my end, being taken out by a tranquilizer dart, but it's definitely an idea. What if I just... walk out there, dip you, kiss you, and then walk out of bounds?"

"I'm sorry, are you saying that you don't think I can beat you on my own?" Momo raised one impeccably manicured eyebrow at Izumi curiously. "I don't need you to throw the match, Izumi. I'm quite capable of handling myself, I assure you."

Izumi raised both her hands in an attempt to placate her girlfriend. This was honestly not where she'd thought the conversation would end up going, although she probably should have predicted it. Momo hated people who questioned her competence and her place in the hero course. To have it coming from her own girlfriend must have been... either humiliating, infuriating, or some combination of both. "Well for one, I don't know how I feel about getting shot with a tranquilizer. Or tased. Or maced. Or whatever other creations you come up with to take me out. None of that sounds like a good time at all."

A slightly chagrined look crossed Momo's face as she considered that. "Having tested each of those things on myself so that I would understand their effects and respect their use accordingly, you are... not wrong. However, I feel like this is something that we should have considered before entering into a relationship. We are in the hero course together. It is inevitable that we would be pitted against each other."

"I guess I just... tried not to think about it. But you're right. We could have been pitted against each other in the battle trial, or any of the sparring sessions since then. We've just been lucky. And now our luck has run out." Izumi took a deep breath before nodding decisively, bringing her hand up to cup Momo's cheek. "Do your best against Kacchan, and then bring that best against me. And I'll do my best to fight back. And may the better hero win."

Momo smiled brightly at the verdette, nuzzling her cheek against Izumi's palm. "May the better hero win. Which will be me, obviously." She offered Izumi a cheeky wink before leaning in to give her a kiss. "I'd better get back out to the arena. This whole conversation is a moot point if I get disqualified for failing to appear."

Nodding, Izumi gave Momo another kiss before leaning back against the wall as she pulled away, turning and heading back up the tunnel. "Good luck! Not that you need it." Momo laughed at that and offered Izumi a thumbs up as she continued on her way. Pushing off the wall, Izumi debated returning to the stands versus watching the match from the mouth of the tunnel, only to realize that she wasn't alone. "Uh... hi?"

The girl standing in front of her was short and a bit on the thin side, wearing the same athletic uniform as the rest of them. She had honey brown hair curved into a bob that reminded Izumi a bit of a mushroom. Her bangs covered her eyes but as he watched, she brushed them to one side to peer out at the verdette with a single brown eye with a cross-shaped pupil. "You're the cocaine girl, right? Quick question for you. How do you feel about doing shrooms?"

"I mean, my quirk specifically needs cocaine to operate. Other than that, I'm not really a recreational drug person. Like, it's a means to an end, not something that I'm really into." For a moment, Izumi pictured herself making an entire personality out of her quirk's fuel and making cocaine baked goods like Sato, or having cocaine parties like that tea-fueled enhancer that Momo had met at the recommended exam. Then she realized how weird of a question she'd been asked and she raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Raising her hand, the girl extended a finger and a mushroom popped out of the tip. "That's kind of my thing. I figured that since you were the drug girl and had a cocaine girlfriend, maybe you'd be interested in a mushroom girlfriend?"

"Oh. Flattered, but, uh, spoken for. As you obviously know."

"Yeah. Your girlfriend's hot."

Yeah she was!