Tara's Note: So, it's been a few weeks again. Time flies. Genders change. Made Izumi thottier than Izuku on this go around because why not? I've been dying to write a giga thot Izumi story. Decided to fulfill that desire with the rewrite of this story. Other than that, not much to say. More cocaine. More fiction. After this comes the aftermath of the Sports Festival and the hero infomatics class where they discuss internships and hero names. Mostly because my entire idea for this story started as the hero infomatics class, and I've only written these chapters as a way of setting up that particular punchline.
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"Wait, why do you get to have your boobs out but I don't?"
Momo hesitantly looked down at her exposed breasts - mostly concealed in a sports bra, although at her size pretty much anything short of a turtleneck meant there was some degree of exposed cleavage - before looking back up at Izumi with a confused expression on her face. "I need to have some of my skin exposed to make my quirk work? Exposing part of my chest and stomach is altogether less revealing than taking the entire athletics uniform top off so that I can access my arms? You know this, Izumi."
Stomping her foot petulantly, Izumi gestured to her girlfriend's chest more emphatically. "Yeah, but that means you get to look hot! And I don't!" Before Momo could respond, Izumi unzipped the front of her uniform and yanked it off, exposing her flimsy, low impact sports bra to the world. "If you get to have your boobs out, then so do I!"
As the same portion of the crowd that had cheered for her ass shaking earlier burst into approving noise, Momo shook her head in exasperation. "What are you going to do when you're a licensed hero? After Midnight's debut, they've passed laws restricting how much skin a heroine is allowed to show in the line of duty."
"Wear as little as legally possible. And get it damaged as often as possible. It should be pretty easy to have sexy battle damage considering my body is tougher than most of the fabrics available to heroes." Bouncing excitedly from foot to foot, Izumi gestured back and forth between them. "Speaking of which, your car-whatever plan. The tranq dart. Can you actually make something that can pierce my skin, or were you bluffing?"
Momo offered a coy smile in response. "That is for me to know and you to find out." Peering up at the announcer's booth, she furrowed her brow in thought for a moment. "Wireless microphone systems operate in a predictable frequency band, which Hatsume proved when she used her own hardware to hijack the stadium's speaker system. Perhaps..." Her cleavage began to sparkle and a microphone poked its way up out of Momo's skin. "Given that this is the ultimate match of the afternoon and we are meant to provide an appropriate spectacle to the crowd, is there anything you'd like to say before our match begins?"
Up in the announcer's booth, Present Mic must have caught sight of what was going on. "Hey, wait a second, what's this? You can't just give a random student a microphone in the middle of the Sports Festival! We haven't done our Introduction to Public Speaking class yet!"
"What's the worst that could happen?" Aizawa's perpetually apathetic voice rang out over the crowd. "We let Hatsume do a fifteen minute infomercial in the middle of the Sports Festival."
Taking the proffered microphone, Izumi turned to the crowd and pumped her fist into the air excitedly. "I am Snowflame! Every cell of my being burns with white-hot ecstasy! Cocaine is my god, and I am the human instrument of its will!"
"...oh. That's what could happen."
Her declaration was greeted with slightly more enthusiasm than her ass had been, which Izumi was willing to work with. Pumping her fist in the air, she began to chant. "Snowflame! Snowflame! Snowflame!"
For lack of anything better to do, the crowd began to pick up the chant as Izumi brought her hand up to her ear and played to the crowd. Bending forward at the waist, Izumi shook her ass at the crowd again, her thick cheeks jiggling and clapping as they fought to escape the flimsy confines of her makeshift cut off shorts. With the crowd's overall enthusiasm for her building, it went over slightly better than the first time she'd tried twerking during the tournament. Figuring out where the current camera for the Jumbotron was, she stared directly into it and winked playfully. "You're about to feel the heat of... Snowflame!"
From up in the booth, Present Mic decided to put his two cents in. "Just out of curiosity, are we censoring this at all? Can we pixelate her butt for the sake of viewers at home?"
Letting out a gasp of outrage, Izumi straightened up and whirled around to glare up at the announcer's booth. "You'd better not! My ass is awesome!"
"I am old enough to be your father. And I'm your teacher. I am absolutely not going to dignify that with a response." The view on the Jumbotron switched to show Present Mic staring down at her with an exasperated expression on his face. "Can you please stop shaking your butt at the crowd, Midoriya? This is supposed to be an exciting sporting event, not TikTok."
Microphone in one hand, Izumi pointed up at the announcer's booth with the other. "You're one to talk! You're a twink! You would absolutely-"
Present Mic let out an outraged noise at that. "Excuse me! I am a twunk: half-twink, half-hunk!"
...she could kind of see that. Before she could get distracted by that line of thought, though, Izumi pointed up at the box again. "I'm just saying, you would absolutely twerk if you were in my position and we both know it."
Sniffing, Present Mic turned his nose up at the accusation. "Would not. I am a mature, responsible adult and with maturity comes the knowledge of when shaking your ass in public is not in fact appropriate. Right, Midnight?"
Down at the side of the ring, Midnight raised her hands in surrender before cueing her own microphone. "Hey, leave me out of this. I'm all about body positivity and if this is how Midoriya wants to project herself in public, I'm not going to shame her."
"Traitor."
"That being said, we should probably get on with the match." Izumi nodded obligingly, hurrying over to Midnight and handing her the microphone. Returning to the center of the ring, Izumi pumped her fist in the air one last time before turning to Momo. She quickly bowed to her girlfriend before settling into a combat stance.
Across from her, Momo did likewise as the ravenette smile brightly at her. "You're probably going to be what most people remember about the tournament this year. I wonder how the school would feel if we started licensing your image before you graduated?"
Pondering that, Izumi stared up at the crowd with a thoughtful expression on her face. "I'm pretty sure that action figure and statue companies aren't going to want to take a chance on the popularity of a first year student. What if I never become a hero? Then all those collectibles are just useless hunks of plastic."
Momo shrugged before reaching up to tug at the sleeve of her athletics uniform. "I was thinking something a bit more tangibly useful. So to speak. Possibly basic clothing. A hoody or t-shirt based on your hero costume design. Possibly a plushy."
"Ooh, can we get a partnership with the Buttress Pillow people? I feel like I'm at least on par with the Our Royal Thigness model." At Momo's confused look, Izumi turned and gestured to her butt. "The butt pillow that I have on my bed that you keep mashing your face into. Which, I mean, you've had me stick my face in your boobs so if you want to do that with my butt from now on, I'm completely okay with that. But yeah. What if we did a collaboration where they sold butt pillows with my hero costume on them?"
Momo smiled widely, clapping her hands together. "What a delightful idea. I would definitely buy one to tide me over until we're living together and I can press my face into your posterior whenever I wish."
Quirking an eyebrow, Izumi dimly acknowledged Present Mic starting the fight as she began circling around Momo cautiously. "Oh, so now you're planning for us to move in together?"
One perfectly manicured black eyebrow rose in response to the question. "I believe that I am the lesser transgressor in that regard. I saw you practicing writing Yaoyorozu Izumi in your notebook the other day."
"Yeah. I can't decide if I want to see you in a suit or not. Because I mean..." Bringing her hands up, Izumi gestured to her chest. "I can't imagine you picking a gown that doesn't show off your cleavage, because that's your third best feature. But at the same time, you would look stunning in a black and red suit."
Coming to an abrupt stop, Momo cocked her head to the side in confusion. "My breasts are only my thirst best feature? With how much you stare at them, I would have thought they rated higher."
Izumi shook her head, bringing her fingers up to press against the corners of her mouth. "Your smile is your second best feature. It lights up a room. And my favorite part about you is your eyes."
"The eyes that you can't be bothered to meet half the time?"
"In my defense, your boobs are practically level with my face, especially when you wear heels to school. It's kind of hard not to stare at them."
"Mmm, fair enough. Also, since it's been an entire minute and neither of us has made a move to attack the other..." The skin of Momo's chest sparkled brightly, and then a dart came whizzing out at high speed at Izumi. The verdette leaned out of the way, letting it fly past her, only to look back over at Momo with wide eyes. "In the immortal words of James Doakes... surprise, motherfucker."
"Who taught you how to swear?" Dodging another projectile, Izumi pointed up at where class 1-A was clustered in the stands. "Was it Kacchan? Because I'm gonna Coca Punt Him in the Nuts if he corrupted my sweet innocent girlfriend."
Her chest sparkling again, Momo proceeded to pull an entire snubnosed revolver out of her cleavage and point it at Izumi. "Really? You snorted cocaine out of my cleavage on national television and you're wondering who might have possibly been a bad influence on me?"
Izumi eyed the gun warily. While she was considerably more durable while high, there was durable and then there was durable. Which durable was she? Not to mention the gun looked awfully large even when Momo's slender hands were taken into account. "Wait, why do you even need a gun if you can just shoot things out of yourself at me?"
Glancing down at the gun in her hands, Momo shrugged uncertainly. "Intimidation factor?"
Well, the gun was considerably more intimidating than her cleavage, so Izumi would give her that. Continuing to eye the world's greatest equalizer uncertainly, Izumi took a step to her left, frowned, and then took a step back to her right. "Okay so I know it's a gun but I'm stalling for time while I think, so... what is that thing?"
"Oh, I learned how to make these on a trip to America. They've been out of production for over two hundred years. Fired a vintage model, promptly created twenty more and sold them to the range owner for five hundred thousand yen each." Momo held up the gun and turned it to display the almost offensive orange grip and stubby little barrel. "It's a Smith & Wesson Model 500ES. It chambers the largest commercially available pistol ammunition ever created."
Izumi's eyes widened at that. "So wait, you're not just going to shoot me, you're going to shoot me with the biggest handgun bullet ever created?"
Shrugging, Momo pointed the gun at Izumi. "You didn't want to be tasered or maced. You're right about me not being sure if I can pierce your skin with a needle. So I decided that my best option was sheer threat potential. Do you want to face the gun? Or do you want to surrender?"
Glancing up at the crowd, Izumi considered her options. Second place was an awfully good finish, especially against a recommended student. And she would beat out Kacchan, which meant bragging rights from now until next year's festival, especially after his bold 'I'm going to win' student pledge. On the other hand? "If you shoot me, Recovery Girl will beat you with her cane!" And so she lunged at Momo.
Her bet paid off when Momo dropped the gun in a panic, one foot sliding back as she braced for impact. Much to Izumi's surprise, when their bodies collided, the ravenette promptly grabbed her by the back of her head and... rammed her face into Momo's cleavage? Not that she was complaining but, uh, what? Then her vision exploded into pink and the last thought that Izumi had was that she was absolutely never going to let her girlfriend live this improvised super move down.
"So, I fall asleep for half an hour - because you gassed me, might I add - and I wake up and now we're a throuple?"
Momo flapped her hands awkwardly before gesturing at the brunette perched on her lap. "I was exceptionally high from coming in contact with you! And she's very cute! I panicked!"
Pushing herself upright, Izumi stretched her arms up over her head before shaking her head in amusement. "I've heard of gay panic before but that's ridiculous, Momo." She glanced down at herself, absently noting that not only had someone put her athletics uniform jacket back on her but they'd replaced her adorable shorts with a whole pair of pants. Phooey. She was going to need to ask Momo for another pair of scissors. Shaking her head, the verdette did her best to focus on the matter at hand. Namely: the mushroom girl from earlier was sitting on her girlfriend's lap. And she didn't even know mushroom girl's name. "So, uh, welcome aboard? I thought we were monogamous so I turned you down but I guess not so I guess I'll be trying that mushroom girlfriend thing?"
"No hard feelings. I honestly came here hoping to find both of you to ask if you'd reconsider, but then I ended up talking to Momo and one thing led to another and I just sort of blurted it out." The brunette squirmed a bit in Momo's lap before offering her hand to Izumi. "Oh! I'm sorry. I haven't even introduced myself to you yet."
The corner of Izumi's mouth quirked up at that. "Probably something you should do if we're going to be dating, yeah."
Sliding off of Momo's lap, the brunette - and wow, she was shorter than Izumi remembered - offered her hand to the verdette. "Komori Kinoko. Spelled with the kanji for hope, a possessive particle, child. Not, you know, the obvious."
Izumi let out a snort at that. Given that her parents had presumably had some inkling of how their quirks might combine, they'd probably started with the Japanese word for 'mushroom' and worked backward to arrive at the kanji they used for Kinoko's name. Taking the proffered hand, Izumi raised it to her lips and kissed the back. "Pleasure to meet you. I mean, like, properly."
After a few seconds, Kinoko's eyes bounced from Izumi's face to their hands and back. "How long does the cocaine touch take to take effect? Not that I'm looking to be wandering around high all the time, but knowing is half the battle."
"The other half is equal parts red and blue lasers." Izumi released Kinoko's hand and slid off the bed, stretching languidly before wandering over to pull Momo into a hug, for once pressing the ravenette's head against her breasts instead of the opposite. "I can only High Five when I'm high myself. So as long as I'm sober, you're safe."
Kinoko perked up, reaching out to grab Izumi's hand as she pressed herself against the taller girl's side. "Good to know. I was a little worried because I like holding hands."
Looking from Momo's face to Kinoko's as she found herself pressed between the two girls, Izumi let out a sigh of happiness. She... could make this work.
