Uraraka was interrupted from a dreamless sleep by a familiar sound. Before she even opened her eyes, the first sensation that struck her was a warmth that surrounded her. It just seemed to wrap itself around her like one of the hugs that her mother would give her only somehow better. But before her mind could just snuggle back into that warmth and let herself get lost in it, she had to figure out what that sound was because it wasn't stopping!
Doing everything in her power to keep her eyes shut, Uraraka began to go over everything she could think of to identify the noise. It wasn't the alarm, that much she knew for certain as the noise it made was more of a screechy, high pitch static-like noise. A noise that was created due to the things age as the timer on the old radio alarm clock was one of the few things that still worked on it. Nor was it the second alarm on her old flip phone. Not only was it the wrong noise, but it was too close. She always placed it in the kitchen to charge during the night, forcing her to move across the apartment to turn it off. With those two options crossed out, what could it be? It wasn't the sound of construction outside. Perhaps her neighbors got something new or-
"Sorry 'bout that," grumbled a voice very close to Uraraka's ear as she felt her futon shift. Fear consumed her being as the sound ended while the warmth was pulled away. Realizing she wasn't alone in her bed, Uraraka opened her eyes with a start…only to find Tokage sitting up right next to her.
For a moment, Uraraka could only blink as her heart began to slow down. Tokage was sitting there, yawning widely allowing Ochaco to see the girl's jagged teeth. As the green-haired girl continued to yawn, one of her hands detached from the rest of her body before floating not too far from them towards a phone placed on one of the boxes containing Uraraka's stuff. As the disembodied hand turned off the alarm, its owner arched her back while her arms stretched upwards. It was then that Uraraka noticed what Tokage was wearing: one of her spare shirts that she used to sleep in. A grey top that clung nicely to the lizard girl's body that had the planet Saturn pressed right over the girl's breasts. Below that Tokage was wearing spare sweatpants that had once belonged Ochaco's father.
All sorts of questions rumbled around the tired girl's mind until her attention was pulled away by the pounding against the sliding window door. Upon seeing the pounding rain striking it, helped by the powerful winds that slightly rattled the glass when it blew, as well as the barrier of towels that were placed on the floor to prevent the area from flooding, it all came back to the anti-gravity girl. She recalled the incident with the cameras followed by her impromptu date with Tokage. She recalled the rain that seemed to come out of nowhere along with Tokage missing her train, leading to her inviting the green-haired girl to spend the night. The talk they had when Setsuna had seen her living conditions.
After that rather emotional talk, things had calmed down. The two had done their best to dry themselves off, placing the used towels along the sliding door after they were done. After that, the two had gotten changed before sitting together on the futon with the blanket wrapped around them, sharing body heat to stay warm and hopefully prevent them from catching a cold. There they sat, just talking about this or that and only getting up when the food Tokage had ordered finally arrived. After they had finished with their soup, Uraraka placed the extra orange juice in the mini-fridge to be used the next day before they went to bed.
A blush appeared on Uraraka's face as she looked down, recalling that. She recalled how they had snuggled close together, keeping the other warm throughout the night. How they were so close, making Uraraka glad that they had dressed for bed. Given how her mind was acting right now, she doubted she would have put up much of a fight had Tokage suggested bare skin-to-skin contact to keep warm. From there, with their naked bodies lying under the blanket, it wouldn't have taken much to light the fire of passion and lust.
"Sleep well?" asked Tokage, her voice coming out as a purr right into Uraraka's ear. "Or did you stay up all night staring at the beauty beside you?"
"I, ah, well," stammered Uraraka, feeling her brain crashing and needing to reboot several times as she felt her rosy cheeks burning up and spreading to the rest of her face. As steam began rising from out of her ears, Setsuna let out a laugh.
"Come on, I'm just messing with you," said Tokage between her chuckles as the disembodied hand still holding her phone returned to her. When it reattached, she glanced down at the screen before letting out a groan. "Damn, I forgot I set this to my normal wake up time. We could have slept in a bit longer."
As Uraraka slowly, very slowly, began to calm down, she watched as Tokage got up from the bed rather than just lying back down. With another loud yawn, the disembodying girl made her way to where her school uniform was left hanging along with her bra and panties. Tokage then looked at her clothing, eyes narrowing slightly as the sleep left them. With one hand she reached out to feel the materials before her shoulders slumped and her head dropped. Literally dropped before rolling to the floor.
"Tokage!" yelled Uraraka as she got onto her feet. Ignoring the pounding on the wall from her neighbors, she rushed over to her friend's fallen head. "Are you alright?"
A groan escaped Tokage as her head began to float around. "I'm fine," she said. "My clothing is still damp and cold, but it's nothing too serious. I've made it a habit to always keep a spare uniform in my locker ever since middle school in case of situations like this. And with all the craziness that could happen in heroic lessons, I figured I should also keep some spare underwear in there as well."
Uraraka found herself nodding in amazement at what she heard. While Uraraka did have her own umbrella, that could only protect her so much from the rain. In a situation like she was in now, she would have been drenched the moment she got onto the street. Even if it wasn't raining that badly, if she tripped or a car ran over a puddle and splashed her, it would have resulted in the same situation. She would have had to sit in class, dripping wet while pervs like Mineta stared at her body through the damp clothing, while Ida chastised her rather than helping. She could also hear him berating her, saying how disrespectful it was to dirty the seat that so many prior heroes once sat in. No doubt she would then have to listen to Ida chastise her for sitting in class all wet. Aizawa would then wake up, see her dripping wet, and then tell her to get changed in the school's gym uniform. Of course, he would also do his own chastising and tell her that she was wasting time or something like that.
The only person in their class who would have gone out of her way to help would be Ashido. But that would only be if the alien girl got to class early and had a solution.
Yeah, maybe it was a good thing she was trying to transfer out of 1-A.
As for the underwear situation, that was also a good call. While their hero suits were made to take a lot of punishment, they couldn't protect their bodies from everything. And given all the different training areas they had on campus, the lake zone in the USJ, people like Midoriya and Kamakiri who had quirks that allowed them to cut down their opponents, and so on provided ample opportunities for an underwear malfunction. Heck, if Mineta ever discovered a way, she was sure he'd try something just so he could stare at her chest hoping to see the outline of her breasts or something like that.
But, if she had that, why did the girl look so miserable? Then, a thought came to her. One that made Uraraka gulp.
"Are…Are you nervous about changing at school after what we found in the locker rooms?" asked Uraraka, guessing what could be the source of her maybe girlfriend's misery. As soon as she said this, Tokage's eyes opened. She looked at Uraraka, their eyes locked onto the others as the lizard girl's took on a look of realization followed by horror.
"Crap!" she yelled, causing Uraraka's neighbors to once more pound on the wall. It was once more ignored as Tokage's head floated up to Uraraka's eye level while becoming pale. "I completely forgot all about that shit! Damn it! I really don't want to go back in there until either Kan or Power Loader give us one more all-clear."
"Wait, if you forgot about that, then why were you upset before?" asked Uraraka.
"Because I wanted to crawl back into bed with you," wailed Tokage as large crocodile tears began to flow down from her eyes. "Cuddle up together for warmth along with breakfast in bed sounded like a nice way to start the morning before…wait. Do you have anything for breakfast?"
"…I have some crackers," admitted the girl. "Possibly some stale granola bars too."
Tokage just stared as her head floated back into place, reattaching with her own body. "Ok, that's not happening on my watch!" said Tokage as she began to undress, removing her top so fast that her breasts jiggled. "Since we're up, we might as well get started on getting you the fuck out of here. As soon as we're done getting dressed, we're heading out towards school and picking up something along the way. I think I recall seeing a stand by the train station that makes hash brown patties that you can eat while you walk along with bacon. We can see what else they have." By this point, Tokage had shimmied out of her sweatpants giving Uraraka, who was still slowly taking her off her own top right now, a nice show. "When we get there, I think the best move would be to schedule an appointment with Nezu. The sooner you get in to see him sooner we can figure out what your options are."
"I guess," said Uraraka slowly as she finished undressing. As she moved to put on a clean bra, she noticed Tokage giving her a look. "Sorry. I appreciate everything you're doing for me. It's just…well…"
As her words trailed off, Tokage's eyes seemed to light up with understanding. "Ah, still nervous about accepting help." At that, Uraraka nodded slightly and hated herself for doing so. As much as she wanted help, knew she needed it, having grown up with a certain mindset was difficult for her to break. The idea of accepting handouts still felt wrong somehow, like if she did this she would be letting her family down. Letting herself down. Or it would just come back to bite her in the end.
Tokage let out a hum as she put on her blouse, her eyes seeming to scan the ceiling as she was no doubt thinking about it. Then she gasped loudly, startling Uraraka due to the suddenness of the noise. Then, the green haired girl turned to look at her host wearing a smile that showed off all her jagged teeth.
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Nezu let out a long, deep sigh as he looked out the window of his office. Beyond that barrier of glass, rain continued to fall down to the world below. From where he stood, she could see heavy streams of water rushing down the streets towards sewer grates which, thankfully, had yet to overflow. Cars drove down the streets even at this early hour, sometimes drenching those who walked on the streets. Already the unknown mammal could see a few humans who had already suffered this fate, a businesswoman raising her arms as she screamed many possible obscenities at the one who doused her while a nearby student of his looked ready to turn around to head home. There were others on the street of course. Most of them students who, for one reason or another, had decided to get here extra early.
After taking in another deep breath, Nezu shot a glare up at the clouds above. He hated days like this. Hated the rain. Why? Because, when it rained like this, it washed away the scents of the world save only the more powerful ones. That along with the pounding the rain all around him, made it all the harder to find his prey as well as watch out for predators.
Thinking about this brought a small smile onto the unidentifiable mammal's face, if only for a moment. There were those out there who would think he would be above such primal instincts and fears. That with his quirk, he was closer to something more akin to a god. That with his hyperintelligence, he knew everything. That nothing surprised him, for he could foresee millions upon millions of possibilities and know the most likely outcome of any situation all within the span of time it took to take a sip of tea. Honestly, it was utter rubbish. He was a mere mortal creature, just like the humans he walked besides on this planet. Just like them, no matter how logical the mind was, there would always be those primal feelings encoded into their need to survive. Furthermore, it was laughable to believe that anyone knew everything. He could make his plans based on the information he had as well as come to the most likely conclusion. But that was just it: he could only use the information he had.
After all, if he was all-knowing, then it was possible they could have prevented the USJ incident.
Then there was their most current security issue.
Remembering that darkened Nezu's mood, the fur on his back rising slightly only hidden due to the suit he was wearing. With one last sigh, he turned around in his seat, his eyes doing their best to avoid a certain piece of paper that, if he looked at it once more, would have further soured his mood. Instead, he focused on those gathered in his office.
As Nezu brought his paws together, his beady eyes scanned over all the teachers in the room. Normally, when a meeting was called involving important matters at the school, it would have been held within the conference room. Or, as some of the more overly dramatic humans would refer to it: the U.A. War Room. Though he supposed he could understand why they would refer to it as such. Not only was it used when a crisis had befallen the school, or when the teachers were preparing a surprise party, it was a completely isolated space. There were no windows, the single door needed several methods of authentication to enter, and it held a special EMP field that would render any bugs useless. Power Loader even installed a device so that anyone using a quirk to listen in would instead hear a lesson in physics. A lesson spoken in Spanish.
While it was a more secure room, Nezu wanted to keep this security incident under wraps. Especially after the USJ.
Looking ahead, he was thankful that nobody was late, thus not souring his already poor mood further. Before him, his teachers sat at the twin couches placed on either side of a coffee table in front of his desk while two additional comfy chairs were placed directly across from him. On the couch to his right sat Aizawa, arms folded and looking extra irritable. Next to him was Present Mic who was talking to Midnight in low tones which ended the moment they noticed that Nezu had given them his attention. On the couch to the left, sat All Might in his skinny form as he pulled on the collar of his shirt. Not surprising as he was seated next to Kan, the blood-themed hero shot a glare at the dark-haired man still wrapped in bandages. The final man on the couch was Power Loader who was grumbling irritably as he went through files on a tablet the man held in his hands.
Finally, there were the other two teachers. One of them was a man with fiery orange hair that had streaks of white mixed in. His skin was tanned to the point where it took on a bronze tint. This made his hero costume stick out all the more; a skintight white sleeveless shirt, matching skin tight armbands that went from his wrist all the way to just below the shoulder, slightly baggy with pants that had quivers attached to them, and black boots. Inside the quivers were his tools: metal rods that ranged from half an inch to a solid inch thick in diameter. This might seem odd to some, but the man's quick Metal Shift allowed him to do amazing things with them. When he was a student here, all he could do was make pipes harder to smash things with. But now? Oh, the man could do a number of things. He could still make the metal harder, but also lighter as long as he was touching it as well as reshaping it to whatever weapon he wanted. Need a sword? An arrow? A drill arrow? He could do all that as long as he did surpass a certain amount of mass. Now he, the pro hero Slip Steel, was one of the heroic teachers here at U.A. That as well as being a homeroom teacher for one of the third-year business course classes.
Sitting next to him was the youngest person in the room having become a teacher here at the age of 22. She was a woman with long, choppy purple hair and golden eyes. She wore a black, skin tight top that also left her arms bare while doing nothing to hide her rather small breasts. The woman was also wearing heavy-duty overalls that had a number of pockets that carried various chains, power supplies, and other items that were nearly pouring out. What was most unique was the purple mass running from her shoulder blades all the way down to her fingertips. This was her quirk: Assembly Line. On command, this substance would reach out like tentacles towards the nearest machines where they would then begin cannibalizing them for parts. Then, when the tendril brought back the pieces, they would then begin assembling whatever weapon or tool on her arms she desired. Provided, or course, as long as she understood the basics of such a tool worked. Nezu himself had seen her transform both her arms into a mix of jackhammer and laser drills to rescue those buried in the rubble of a collapsed mountainside. He has also heard how she had defeated a horde of robots, creating twin hyper chainsaws on her arms that sliced through steel the way a hot knife cuts through fudge. And if there was a part she needed that wasn't around, well, that was why she carried with her a little extra in her pockets. Given how she assimilated various machinery into herself, gaining the appearance of a cyborg, she had chosen the name Lady Borg. A name that Midnight grumbled about since it borrowed from an old Sci-fi franchise. And it was why she was one of the teachers in the Support Department.
She was also the homeroom teacher of one of those Support Courses.
"Thank you all for meeting me here so early in the morning," began Nezu, his voice a forced chipper. "I believe we can all agree that yesterday was eventful. We have a lot to cover so we'd better begin. Power Loader, would you like to start?"
The hero in question jumped slightly when he was addressed, no doubt so preoccupied by what he was looking at that he was startled when brought back to the matter at hand. However, this was only for a moment as Power Loader quickly rose to his feet and began to speak in a regretful tone. "Before we begin, I'd like to apologize for the misbehavior of my former student. I had placed a great deal of trust in him and, to see it broken in such a manner, it… it's hard to place my emotions into words."
"Don't go so hard on yourself," said Lady Borg, waving off Power Loader's apology while leaning back in her seat. "I was the one who recommended the little shit. We gave him our trust and he just wiped his ass with it before tossing it to the side."
"She's right," added All Might. "It's never wrong to place your faith in another."
"Says the man who was late to the USJ because he didn't believe in the skills of the local heroes," grumbled Aizawa. This caused All Might's gaunt cheeks to flush while blood could be seen running down his cheeks. The skinny man then raised a bony finger, ready to continue, but an unusual ally came to his aid.
"Drop it Aizawa," growled Kan, more like a dog than a man. The sound even made Nezu slightly timid at that moment, yet he kept his composure. "You know the situations are as different as night and day. But, if you need it spelled out to you, I'd be more than happy to educate you. Yes, All Might should have trusted more in his fellow heroes. There is no excuse for that. But, I will say this: he did not know them. At least, as far as I know, not personally. There are extremely few people out there that can name off the quirks and effectiveness of every hero in the country. Not even one of my best students can do that! And since he was there, saw a crime in progress, didn't know if there were other heroes in the area or if they could handle the situation, he decided to proceed. Add in the fact that no one knew that the USJ would be attacked that day, his actions were nothing more than well meaning irresponsibility." Aizawa let out a grunt at that, while All Might turned to look at his fellow teacher in red. The Number One Hero then gave Kan a thankful smile which was lost as Kan's eyes never left Aizawa.
"As for Saotome, he was someone who his teachers had prolonged contact with," continued Kan. "A student who had sat in their classrooms, turned in his assignments, did various tasks over his stay here at U.A. Clearly he had done well enough to show he could be trusted with this task. Then, for whatever reason, he decided to betray that trust for his own personal benefit. Like how a certain first year betrayed the trust of his classmates, copying one of their quirks so he could spy on another. I hope that explanation can help you rationally deduce the difference between well meaning mistakes and selfish decisions." At that, Aizawa's eyes flashed red from under the bandages while Kan's attention shifted towards Power Loader. "Since this has never happened before, I say that while I appreciate the apology, it isn't needed. At least, not from you."
"Thank you," said Power Loader with a nod of his head. He then tapped a button on his tablet, causing four holographic screens to appear in the air, each one facing the teachers in a square pattern. On each screen were the profiles of two students. "Now then, I'd like to make sure we are all on the same page. Last night, a group of students, composed of hero studies, consisting mostly of 1-B students, along with general studies students and one business studies student, discovered hidden cameras within the locker room. While some went to contact the teachers, the rest went to actively hunt down the perpetrators. They managed to succeed, even preventing them from leaving with their ill gotten footage."
"All in all, not bad work. You must both be proud," commented Slip Steel as he leaned his head to his side, resting his face on his knuckles. Briefly, Kan's hardened face softened as a smile appeared on his face while All Might mirrored it. Nezu himself was also proud to see such young heroes taking the initiative when combating a villain within their mists. Yet, the small mammal didn't miss how Aizawa's eyes seemed to harden at that statement.
"Before you are the two boys they caught," continued Power Loader. "Formerly of the Support Course is Kai Saotome, third Year student. Quirk: Feather Hair: a cosmetic mutation quirk that gave him feathers instead of hair. Interned at two well respected Support Companies here in Japan as well as doing a work study at one of them during his last summer." Power Loader gestured to the other file on the holoscreen, "Formerly of the Business Course, Ichiro Fujita, also a Third Year student. Quirk: none."
"We allowed a quirkless student into the school?" asked All Might with a raised eyebrow as he looked at the picture of Fujita. This was short lived as, when he looked at the rest of the staff, he nearly did a double take. Present Mic was staring at him, his shades almost falling off his face while his jaw dropped. Midnight was looking at him scandalized. Kan's gruff appearance had fully returned while Power Loader, despite still wearing his helmet, acted as though he had just witnessed him growing a second head without the appropriate quirk. Lady Borg was now eyeing him as though he were a stranger who had just walked into the meeting. As for Slip Steel, his entire body seemed to stiffen.
"Yes," said Slip Steel slowly. "We allow anyone who can pass the entrance exam set by their prospective course to enter into the school. We do not discriminate based on their quirk status."
"Whoa, hold on," said All Might quickly as he raised his hand as if ready to shield himself. "That's not what I meant!"
"Really? Because it sounds to me like you have a problem with the quirkless," continued Slip Steel, his voice gaining an edge while his hands gripped at the sides of his chair. "And I got a little girl back at home that was diagnosed as quirkless three years ago. So if you-"
"Gentlemen, I believe we should stay on topic," said Nezu gently, while giving All Might a disapproving look. "Power Loader, would you please continue?"
"Gladly," said the Support teacher as he shot one more look at All Might causing the shriveled man to sink into his seat. "After both boys were detained, under the guidance of Principal Nezu, a full search began. We discovered additional cameras within nearly all of the bathrooms, aimed at the toilets. Thankfully, neither boy was able to get past the security system keeping them from the hero's locker room as well as the hero guest suites. We also searched Saotome's dorm room which, thankfully, was devoid of any additional equipment. While this was going on, both myself and Nezu were going through the files on all computers belonging to both teens. That includes their personal computers which were brought here to U.A. Thankfully, the Fujita family did not object once they learned of the seriousness of the situation and are cooperating with us fully. Thanks to a special program created by both myself and Nezu, we were able to locate all the files on Fujita's computers as well as the files he had hidden in the Cloud."
"Do we know why they did this?" asked Kan. Power Loader slowly nodded his head before pressing a button on his tablet. At once the image on the holoscreens shifted, the image now only showing Saotome. The teen sat there behind a desk, his head lowered and the feathers that made up his hair looked like a hand had been running through them for hours.
"I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry. I was just desperate," whimpered Saotome, his body shaking. "None of my internships went well and my work studies were a joke. Every time I went to a support company they treated me like a janitor, cleaning up messes around the building. I didn't even get to do grunt work! I wasn't even deemed good enough to fetch coffee! And if I tried to bring up a suggestion on a project, they told me to shut up or else I wouldn't get any credit. I'm in my third year and that's all I have to show for. I can't even start up my own little shop. There's no money. I'm here on financial aid!"
As the young man began to sob, Lady Borg let out a snort.
"Dumb kid," she growled. "Did it ever cross his mind to just report those places?" Nezu found himself nodding. It was true that U.A. gave an amazing amount of freedom to those offering to intern their students. Some heroes, for example, would simply do the basics of showing their interns how to handle themselves on patrol, paperwork, and so forth. Others would train their students, showing how to use their quirks in various situations if they could. And while there were those who would use their interns in commercials or modeling and the like, there was still something for the students to learn about hero culture. As for business and support students, it was very rare for a student to be in the process. Those who thought they would be working on the latest gear or helping with important paperwork were in for a wake up call. However, there were certain lines that, if crossed, would bring the school's wrath upon any entity that abused the trust they placed in them. Such as using their students as a free work force in an unrelated field or sexual pleasure. However, they could do nothing if the students don't come forth.
Sighing to himself, the principal picked up his tea as he began mentally planning his next moves. First he would need to confirm what Saotome had said by talking to the other students who had interned at these companies. Based on what he heard would direct his course of action leading to the school blacklisting these companies from future internships or, well, something far worse. True, it wouldn't help Saotome's case in the slightest but it would at least protect future students from being in that same position.
"I don't know how, but Fujita seemed to know about my situation," continued the recording of Saotome. "He told me that, if I was willing, he could help me jump start my own small company. I just needed to use the cameras to get some shots. Fujita, he had been on all these hero fan sites and others. Turns out that there were a lot of people out there who had favorites in the Sports Festivals, mostly the third years. So, ah, Fujita began making this website to sell nude pictures and videos of all the hero students. Some were willing to pay a lot for their favorite rookie hero in the nude. As for the other years, well, if any of the first year students caught anyone's attention, then we could sell them later. Look, I was afraid for my future. That the last three years of my life were going to be a waste. And he was standing there, showing me all the clients he already had lined up and how much they were willing to pay. So many zeroes."
At that, the image paused.
"So, it was all about greed," said Present Mic with a sneer. He then turned to look at Power Loader. "Any chance that they were also selling other information? Like to the League of Villains?"
"That had crossed my mind," admitted Power Loader. "Both teens claimed no. After checking their computers as well as the flash drives, the only thing I discovered were nude pictures of all our students and videos of them showering. All of their outgoing emails were checked too. I also took the liberty of checking on their bank accounts as well as looking for any hidden cash. So, as it stands now, it doesn't appear like they were selling information."
"Still, they could have hidden the cash somewhere else," said Aizawa. Then the man sighed. "Though, if they had any information about the League, I'm pretty sure that they would have used it as a bargaining chip. It's the only thing they have that would be of any worth. What about the blackmail?"
Power Loader tapped away at his tablet again. A moment later, the image on the screen changed. Now Fujita sat behind the desk. Yet his reaction was vastly different from Saotome's. There was a look of utter indigence in his eyes. Hate seemed to burn through those orbs while the rest of his face showed nothing but contempt.
"You want to know why?" asked the teen in a mocking tone. "The great U.A. needs me to fill in the blanks? Maybe if you and the rest of the world hadn't been turning a blind eye, then perhaps you could have figured it out. I'm nothing more than the token quirkless kid you let in through your pearly gates so that you can tell the world 'See? We're accepting.'" Fujita suddenly reached up to the neck of his shirt and, in a single motion, pulled it open. Not a single teacher, not even Aizawa, could hide their shock at what they saw. His chest was dotted with various marks. Some looking very much like they were caused by cigarette burns. Others looked like burns caused from flames to boiling oil. Cuts and various other things could all be seen. Nezu felt certain that there were more.
"It's been like this my entire fucking life," continued Fujita, his voice becoming hysterical. "People have done this to me, treating me like I was sub-human, all because of an extra joint in my pinkie toe. Ha! Yeah, that's it. And you know what? I thought it would end when I got here. Sure, the physical abuse stopped but that's it. I'm always being looked down to. Always the butt of a joke. People acting like it's some miracle that I manage anything despite my 'handicap'. Do you know how many times I was turned away from my internships? Hmm? Last year, I took a half day trip for my internship only to be told at the front desk that there had been a mistake! Bet that was a joke for them or they finally looked at my quirk status. Didn't want the freak around polluting the area with its 'lesser developed' presence. So yeah, I planned on profiting off my classmates. Why not? There are so many heroes out there that are nothing more than attention seeking whores that I doubt they would have minded the additional exposure. Heck, I even found some blackmail on people who won the genetic lottery and planned to use it. Because that's the only way I'll ever have power over them! I could make them sign a contract with me. Or just extort them for money! And I would have savored every moment that they had to obey the one they deemed the 'genetic failure'. Then, once I got enough money and power, I would make everyone who ever hurt me, looked down at me, pay!"
At that point, the image paused allowing all the teachers there to let this new information sink in. All Might, for his part, was staring up at Fujita like he was seeing a complex puzzle.
"It seems as though years of abuse warped this young man's sense of right and wrong," said Midnight after a while. She then turned to Slip Steel. "Did you know about the internship incident?"
"I did," replied Slip Steel. "Fujita called me right as he was leaving the building. I told him to wait a moment, that I was going to call them to see what was going on. According to the company's HR department, they had accidently accepted too many internships. They did promise to make it up with him, saying he would be guaranteed a spot next year to make up for wasting all that time traveling. Since I didn't have any proof that it wasn't a mistake, all I could do was tell them that I would hold them to that promise. Naturally, I told Fujita about this but he was rather dismissive. Figured he was still angry and needed some time to cool his head. But after seeing all this it would make sense that he won't believe me. Doubt he trusts anyone with a quirk."
"Regardless of his past, that does not excuse the fact that he committed a serious crime," said Aizawa. The man then turned to look at Power Loader. "I am aware that my student damaged the drive containing the blackmail material. Were you able to recover anything?"
"Some," said Power Loader as he went back to his tablet. "Most of the drives Fujita was using were cheap. When the 'Blackmail' drive broke, most of the data was either corrupted or lost. I did manage to piece together some of the data."
Once again, the image on the screens changed. Now the staticy footage showed Togata within a toilet stall, sitting there with his pants around his legs. Both of the teen's hands were pressed against the side walls of his enclosure, face red with sweat running down his brow. The teachers could hear him grunting and groaning as the sound of something was continuously hitting the water. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Then, it happened. Togata suddenly phased through the toilet, sinking half way through it before realizing what he had done and deactivating his quirk. This resulted in a hugely embarrassing image of his flying upwards, covered in his own shit, as he continued to relieve himself.
"Oh my," said a blushing Midnight while Present Mic laughed loudly, slapping his knee as he did. They were not the only ones amused by what they saw, despite the circumstances that allowed them to see it. Several of the pro heroes chuckled softly into closed fists. Even Nezu found it hard to hold back a smile. The only one who seemed un-phased was Aizawa.
The next scene they watched caused the room to become more sober. Nejire was in the shower, back pressed against the wall as she squatted down in a manner that kept her legs spread. One hand was groping her breast, fingers teasing the nipple, while her other hand was vigorously fingering her sex. She was moaning something as her hips bucked, obviously close to her release.
"This was all I was able to get," said Power Load, the holoscreens vanishing as he spoke. "Though I might be able retrieve more missing data if I had more time."
"You should make it a priority," said Aizawa. "We need to know everyone who was caught so we can expel them." Everyone groaned at the man's go to response, not like he seemed to care. "If they were reckless enough to do anything in a public area that could be used against them, there is no way they'll ever make it as pros. It shows they are not aware enough and are prone to poor decision making."
"I'm afraid I must disagree with you on that," said Nezu before picking up his teacup and taking a sip. As he drank, he could feel the eyes of the erasing hero falling upon him. Not like he cared nor was he surprised by the man's decision. The principal had seen it coming ever since he had seen the blackmail drive and the papers he submitted earlier only further cemented the man's course. "The only way that we were made aware of their actions were due to illegally obtained footage using our property. I feel it would be best to simply let the matter drop. Unless, of course, you can rationalize how you obtained video footage of our students in the locker rooms and bathrooms without it being a breach of their privacy."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed at Nezu, no doubt thinking on the matter as he did so. As Nezu continued to sip from his drink he could see it in the man's eyes. There was no way he could confront any of the students with any of their actions without having some form of proof. Even if he said 'you allowed another student here to obtain blackmail material on you so I believe you should be expelled' would be challenged. From there, it would only be a matter of time before the videos came out in the discovery process.
Wishing an end to Aizawa's glare, Nezu then added, "Furthermore, as you so often love to remind everyone, it is up to the homeroom teacher to decide the punishment of their students." That seemed to do the trick as Aizawa followed his arms over his chest.
"So, how are we going to proceed?" asked Slip Steel.
"First off, the entire Support Course will be updating all of its security and should be finished after the Sports Festival," said Power Loader. "For example, I will be placing a number of sensors into all of the storage compartments in every Support Studio so that, if an item has been missing past school hours, a message will be sent directly to my phone. We will also be updating the check out system so that any device leaving the Studios will set off an alarm if they are not properly checked out."
"I can just tell that Hatsume is going to be setting those alarms off several times an hour," laughed Lady Borg.
Groaning loudly at the future headaches to come, Power Loader continued. "Finally, I will be making random checks on everything we have in storage. Hopefully, these measures will help prevent something like this from happening again."
"Your best is all we can ask for," said Nezu gratefully. "Now, as for the two young men, I thought it best to offer both young men a deal as I wish to prevent the press from finding out about this mess so soon after the USJ and so close to the Sports Festival. In exchange for pledging guilty on all charges, as well as having both themselves and both their families signing non-disclosure agreements, they shall be spending the next two years in a minimum security prison. Furthermore, after they have served their sentence, neither shall not seek out employment that is directly related to hero work. Should they break any of these terms, well, it shall not end well for them."
"Hopefully Fujita will get the help he needs," said Slip Steel.
"I shall see to it that he also receives the best counseling possible," said Nezu as he recalled what he had heard and seen. "Even if I have to pay for it out of my own pocket."
"Well then, if we are done here," began Aizawa as he stood up, "I need to meet up with one of my students before she gets to class." As the man walked around the couch to grab his sleeping bag, no doubt planning on napping by the entrance of the school as he waited, Nezu's eyes shot towards the papers on his desk with a sadistic glee. He had planned on denying the man later, but this opening was just too good to pass up on.
"I take it, you are referring to Young Uraraka?" asked Nezu as he turned his attention to the erasing hero. Said man was lazily looking back at him, a sleeping bag folded over one of his bandaged arms. "Am I to assume that you are bringing her to my office for her expulsion before class begins?" Nezu kept back a laughing fit, though his tea cup did begin trembling in his grasp, as he observed the reactions of the various teachers in the room. Present Mic's shades had fallen off his face, lips turned into a frown. Midnight had a hand to her head as though a sudden headache had descended upon her. Both Slip Steel and Lady Borg appeared utterly confused. All Might stood up so fast that he began coughing out large amounts of blood yet kept his sunken gaze on the bandaged man. Kan's body was trembling as he sat there as if fighting the urge not to leap across the room to begin pummeling Aizawa with all his might. Power Loader, well, his shoulders just sagged as he fell onto the couch.
"Excuse me," said Slip Steel. "But perhaps I misheard that, but-"
"You didn't," interrupted Aizawa, not even bothering to look at the man. Instead, he kept his gaze on Nezu as if studying the small mammal. "I am having Uraraka expelled. Not transferred to General Studies, but removed from this school entirely. Furthermore, I fully intend on having her blacklisted from all hero schools. I would have done so last night for her actions, but we were all busy dealing with two other wayward students."
"You can't just expel her for no reason," yelled All Might.
"I do have a reason," stated Aizawa as he briefly glanced over at All Might. "Perhaps if you spent less time acting irrationally and doing interviews, you would be aware that U.A. allows its teachers to conduct their class however they see fit. I make the rules and have the final say when removing one of my students. Nor do I need to explain myself to my fellow teachers. Especially irresponsible ones who only began taking their job seriously after being threatened with termination."
"But you do need to explain yourself to me," said Nezu, again holding back a laugh as Aizawa turned to look at the unidentifiable mammal. The principal then placed a paw on the papers, his eyes never leaving the eyes belonging to the man in black. "You are correct that you are allowed to set the rules for your class as well as being the one who has the final say in the student's punishment. However, there is a caveat to that which allows the principal to question if said actions by the teacher are necessary. Furthermore, the principal has the power to revoke certain teacher's privileges should he or she believe that the teacher in question is abusing their authority."
To that, Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "You have never questioned my reasoning to expel students in the past," he stated.
"That is because, for better or for worse, you had a rationale that I could follow. And that I trusted you," replied Nezu. He then paused, taking a sip of his tea to allow the weight of his words to sink in. "Given how you have stood before my desk and defended other students from the threat of expulsion, I hope you can understand why I, even with my High Specs quirk, am having difficulty with your decision. So I would kindly like you to explain your reasoning to both myself as well as your fellow educators. I would greatly value their input on this matter."
Aizawa stood there, his eyes locked on his boss for several long seconds. It was as if he was trying to will Nezu into dropping this, to just give in with the man's wishes. When that didn't work, he glanced around the room, though it was clear by the man's posture that it wasn't because he was nervous about what they would say. No, Aizawa held the air of a man fully confident in what he believed. It was more like he found it annoying that he would have to explain himself before a room that, in his mind, should already know what he knew. Yet, in the end, Nezu saw it in the man's eyes when he looked back. They were filled with a look of understanding and, having known Aizawa for as long, knew what he understood: that he was in a room with people he considered to have varying levels of irrationality.
Finally, he set down his sleeping back before turning to look at the teachers. "While there are those of you who have decided to praise these students for their actions, I am not one of them," he said stiffly. "Their first action should have been to leave the cameras where they were and then contact us. This was a situation that should have been handled by the teaching staff. Instead, they went off on their own like vigilantes of justice, thinking that they could have solved the crime on their own."
"I hate to break it to you, but they did manage to solve it on their own," interrupted All Might.
"Would you be so quick to come to their aid had their actions failed?" demanded Aizawa. "Or worse, accused the wrong person? Destroying their life while allowing the true culprit to escape?"
All Might's cheeks flushed, but he did not back down. "We are not dealing with 'what-if's' here," the man stated. "We are dealing with what actually happened! But, if that's the game you wish to play then allow me to join in. What if during the course of the investigation, those two boys began covering their tracks. As you are so fond of reminding your students; rational heroes know that time is precious! While I am certain that we would have found them in the end, they could have hidden their ill gotten gains before that point."
"Regardless, they should not have done what they did in the first place," said Aizawa firmly. "I do not tolerate vigilantism nor does it have any place within my class. Normally, I would have simply sent both Uraraka and Ashido, another one of my students who aided in this childish behavior, to General Studies had it not been for what happened during their ill thought out escapade. Uraraka went to engage Fujita in order to prevent him from escaping. Her poorly thought out strategy ended up damaging the Blackmail Drive to the point where we lost valuable evidence. This, I find to be the most serious grievance. Not only does this show a lack of rational thought on her part, but the loss of such valuable evidence is something that would bring a hero to stand before the Heroes Safety Commission. As such, the seriousness of the situation needs to be relayed to the rest of my class. Furthermore, Uraraka has the least amount of potential within my class and has shown very little, if any improvement, since the start of the year. Thus, I have concluded that she is not taking her hero training seriously-"
Aizawa was cut off as Kan's open palm hand slammed into the coffee table in front of him with enough force that it shattered. Nezu didn't flinch as he watched thousands of bits of wood flying through the air, the legs of the table falling on the ground while the blood themed hero kept his heated gaze on Aizawa. No, it was more than heated as Kan looked ready to explode. Veins could be seen pulsing around his temples and neck. Meanwhile, Aizawa merely turned to give his fellow teacher an impassive look.
"I have heard just about enough of your garbage Aizawa," roared Kan as he stood up with Power Loader looking ready to restrain the man if necessary. The same could also be said for All Might who looked ready to buff up should the need call for it. "You allow students who make a conscious effort to antagonize my class, copy the quirks of their classmates to spy on a training group led by my class, and sexually harass their female classmates and shrug it all off! But THIS!? You are going to kick out and blacklist a girl over something like this because you deem her to have no potential? Because YOU think she's not taking her hero training SERIOUSLY?! And you want to ruin her future all to teach the rest of your class a LESSON?!"
"Yes," said Aizawa. "It is the most rational course of action." Kan prepared to lunge at Aizawa only to be stopped as All Might quickly buffed up to restrain the man. Though Aizawa continuing to talk only made Kan angrier. "I am simply sacrificing the one who barely has any potential to be a hero to ensure the well beings of those who do have the potential. Though, I will admit that most of them are also losing that potential with their antics."
"Antics?" said Slip Steel, his voice showing that his anger was barely under control right now. "Sexual harassment of one of the students in the Business Course is not something I would classify as 'antics'. That is a career ending move. In case your injuries have caused some sort of memory loss, I was there in the room when you defended that…student. So you're telling me that the reason you were so lenient with him was because you thought his potential outweighs his personality? His habits?"
"Currently, yes," said Aizawa, causing Slip Steel to stand as well. "Uraraka got into U.A. by the skin of her teeth and during the assessment test she was at the bottom. Mineta was just above her. Furthermore, willfully allowing evidence to be destroyed is also a serious matter that could end her hero career."
"I have a question then," said Lady Borg. The young woman sat there calmly, seeming to be in control of her emotions as she looked over at Aizawa. When the man turned to look at her, she continued. "Did she damage the drive knowingly or was it an accident?"
"I do not see how that is relevant," stated Aizawa, his words causing Kan's struggles to start up anew.
"Oh, but it is," replied Lady Borg, her voice still carrying a degree of calm. Though, from where Nezu stood, it was the type of calm before the storm. And this storm was being directed right at Aizawa. "If the brat had damaged the drive through malicious intent, then yes, I'd agree with you that we should kick her ass to the curb. Seriously, who would ever trust a hero who destroys evidence just because it was embarrassing to them or they had some connection to? But accidents do happen. Property damage is something that is expected when dealing with villains. We can try our best to minimize the damage, but most times we certainly can't prevent it. The same goes for preventing damage to evidence, especially if we don't know that the villain is carrying it. That is why the Safety Commission investigates such incidents." She then paused, looking Aizawa up and down. "Tell me, have you brought this up with your class yet?"
"Rational students would have known better before now," stated Aizawa flatly, his words angering Kan to the point where he nearly slipped out of All Might's hold. "I plan on giving them this lesson after informing them of why Uraraka is no longer among them. Though, to keep the matter quiet, I wasn't going to go into specifics."
A disapproving noise escaped Lady Borg's throat before she turned to look at the now muscular hero. "All Might, have you brought this up in your classes?"
"Sort of," replied the Number One Hero. "Most of my classes thus far have focused on combat, trying to reach the objective within a certain amount of time. However, these objectives have ranged from warheads to preventing files from being stolen. Nothing as fragile as what happened last night. I had planned on doing something like that later in the year, after they had gotten more used to fighting with their quirks."
"So it's something that Uraraka hasn't learned yet," said Midnight before turning to look at Aizawa. "Honestly, I think you are blowing this way out of proportion. It was an accident. Plus, we were able to get at least some of the files on the drive and there was plenty of additional evidence."
"And furthermore, stop acting like she's not doing everything in her power to get better!" yelled Kan. "You keep going on about her faults, but what have you done to help correct her issues?"
"How she improves is not my concern," stated Aizawa coldly as lightning struck outside, the thunder and flash of light seeming almost perfectly timed. "Unlike you, I don't hold my student's hands like they're children. I expect them to figure things out on their own. If they are unwilling to put in the extra work to do something as simple as that, then they don't belong here. Besides, it's that oaf's job to teach them as well."
"Well then, guess you were too busy napping to know that she has been trying!" yelled Kan, spit flying through the air. "She went to everyone in your class asking for help. In the end, she had to beg my class to help her train! And you know what?! That girl who you claim to have no potential is giving it her all every day that she comes in to train. She's pushing herself just as hard as any of my students who have been training like this for over a week! I can see that she'll make a great hero! Maybe if you bothered to look-"
"Kan, that is enough," said Nezu, his voice calm as another bolt of lightning struck outside. The other teachers in the room turned to look at the principal just at the right moment as a flash of light caused his features to become obscure. "Young Uraraka will not be leaving us."
Upon hearing that, most of the teachers relaxed. Present Mic gave a smile and a thumbs up while Midnight allowed her shoulders to relax. Slip Steel allowed a smile to appear on his face before sitting back down in his seat while letting out a sigh. Kan stopped struggling with All Might, allowing the other hero to deflate before sitting back down as well. However, Kan remained standing, his eyes locked onto Aizawa's while Power Loader took a few steps back. As for Aizawa himself, he just shot an annoyed look at Kan before turning to stare at Nezu impassively.
"I hope you have better reasoning for this decision," said Aizawa flatly.
"Other than being your boss?" asked Nezu in a jovial tone. "Then yes, I have four. Number one was already touched upon by your fellow teachers which calls your judgment into question. You have allowed far worse to occur in your class without the threat of expulsion. Let us take Young Monoma's behavior from last night. Not only did he copy the quirk of a fellow classmate, which based on his own statements acquired it without consent, but he used this quirk outside of class in order to spy on 1-B. When the copy wore off, he stood there exposing himself to a large group of students. Aizawa, you defended all of this saying it was 'a rational application of quirks to gain information on his opponents'."
"Rational my ass," roared Kan as he looked over at Aizawa with heat in his eyes. "I'm all up for class rivalries since they can help push our students. But I draw the line when they begin breaking school rules! You can't just claim that breaking the rules one moment is rational and then going overboard when enforcing them the next over a mistake."
"I stand by my decisions," was all Aizawa said.
"Reason number two," continued Nezu, "has to do with the USJ incident. Rumors are already spreading around the school about there being a spy amongst us. Perhaps even a student. If Young Uraraka were to suddenly be expelled over an incident we are keeping quiet on while also upping security for the Sports Festival, it might lead many to believe that she was the spy. Or, at the very least, we suspected her."
"I fail to see how such irrational beliefs matter," stated Aizawa, his voice flat and unemotional.
"They might seem trivial to you, but they might affect that young woman into her future," said Nezu. "If the press ever picked up on these rumors, then I feel confident that there will be many opinion pieces picking up on the potential story. She might be treated like a villain for some time to come. But, if that is not good enough for you, then might I bring up what will happen to U.A. if the truth of the matter comes out? That we, heroes, expelled a young woman and allowed her to be demonized by the press over a simple little mistake? I feel confident that the people's trust in us would diminish greatly. Not to mention the possible lawsuit we would be dealing with from her family, aided on by public opinion. I'm sure you, as her homeroom teacher and the one who decided to expel her, would love explaining to a jury composed of what you would call 'irrational civilians' your reasons." At that, Aizawa let out a sound of annoyance at two of the things he hated most: the press, something that would eat any hero alive after one misstep, and juries.
"Now, speaking of the spy, this leads me to the third reason. One that involves the League of Villains," continued Nezu, all humor and good will in his voice gone. Now, there was only a cold, emotionless tone directed at Aizawa. "If there is a spy, the news picks up on any rumors of young Uraraka's dismissal from U.A., or just word of mouth, I am sure that the League will hear about it in due time. This can go either one of two ways. The first is that they seek revenge for their failure at the USJ, killing a former student who will no longer be under our protection and was there during the attack. This is extremely likely, given the childish nature of the leader of the attack. However, if there really is another person behind the scenes, then there is a chance that young Uraraka will be approached by them asking either to join or to sell information in the event there isn't a spy. Why, any additional information that she could provide even if there is a spy would help them in the future. And if she refuses, then we go back to their first option. So, expelling her brings forth the possibility of her death or turning her into a potential enemy."
Nezu kept his eyes on Aizawa, seeing the man's body stiffen before his eyes looked away. No doubt remembering how the leader of the attack, the man with severed hands adorning his body, had acted. The childish way he had bragged about the Nomu, treating it like a rabid attack dog. The way he had thrown a fit when everything wasn't going his way. How he then gave up, ready to go home and sulk though not before killing a few students just to make All Might hurt a little. Yes, he was the type of person who held a grudge and would kill their students if given the chance. And if Uraraka did leave U.A., then he would have his chance. Perhaps he would do more. Torture and rape were not out of the realm of possibilities.
The principal then took a deep breath, doing his best not to imagine the sight his mind had conjured up once again. But it was no use. He could see a body being dropped in front of the U.A. gates, broken and bloody with eyes that were pleading for someone to save her even in death. The very idea made his stomach turn. When he looked up, he was glad to see that the rest of the staff were in the same boat as himself. Especially All Might.
"What," began Aizawa, though he needed to pause to take a breath before looking at the mammal once again. "What's the fourth reason?"
"Oh, the fourth reason?" began Nezu, his chipper tone returning in full force as he reached over to grab two other sheets of paper. "That both Uraraka and Ashido submitted their requests to transfer out of your homeroom before the incident and are being processed as we speak. Meaning that there is a chance that neither girl will be your student for much longer!"
Aizawa blinked at that. "Is this some sort of joke?" he said after a moment.
"No," replied Kan gruffly, though there was a hint of amusement on his face. "Both of them handed me those forms personally."
"And then he gave them to me!" added Nezu.
However, Aizawa shook his head. "Both of you are acting irrationally. Kan already has a full class," he said before a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. Though neither Nezu nor Kan could see it, they could practically feel the smirk that appeared on his face. "Though there is a simple way we could fix that. If you would trade two of your students, like Midoriya and Shiozaki, then we could make that happen very easily."
"Forget it," snapped Kan instantly.
"I have already discussed the matter with Kan in great lengths," said Nezu, speaking quickly to avoid another fight breaking out. "Currently we have a tentative agreement to allow his class to take in a small selection of additional students after the Sports Festival. Should he wish it, Uraraka and Ashido will be among those numbers." Aizawa looked ready to speak, however Nezu cut him off. "I have already made up my mind on this matter. Until the Sports Festival, any punishment or expulsion that you wish to enact upon your students shall have to go through me first. Especially with Uraraka and Ashido. And, if both girls are still in your class when this is over and you still wish to punish them, we shall decide on a more appropriate punishment together. Is that clear?"
"Very," said Aizawa dryly, not even bothering to fight it anymore. With that, the man picked up his sleeping bag once more before heading towards the door.
[hr]
Meanwhile, Pony let out a soft groan as she heard something awaken her from her slumber. The American blonde, however, kept her eyes closed for the moment as she clung a little closer to Izuku. She could feel how her naked chest half draped his own, one of her breasts pressed between their bodies. Pony could feel her legs wrapped around one of his own while Izuku had an arm wrapped around the small of her waist, never releasing their hold on the other while they slept.
As Pony nuzzled her face into her love's chest, breathing in his scent, she began to realize that the noise she was hearing wasn't the same noise her alarm made. It was her ringtone. She was getting a call! Was it her parents? Or one of her friends back in the States who didn't know what time it was here in Japan?
Slowly, Pony pulled herself up by her arms. Like this her back arched downward, causing Izuku's arm to slide down her ass while her breasts jiggled nicely. Looking down at the sleeping face before her, Pony was sure that Izuku would have found this pose very erotic had he been awake. Though she didn't stay in this position for long as she managed to untangle her legs before sliding out of bed to find her phone. Not that it was hard as the light from the device acted like a signal in the dark room.
After picking up the device, the horned girl winced when she got a better look at the display. It was really early. As in she could get another hour and a half of sleep before needing to get up. A real perk of living here at school. Seeing this, Pony was ready to just set her phone on a nightstand or drop it on the floor and just let the call go to voicemail while she crawled back into bed. And, if she couldn't fall back asleep, then maybe she could try waking Izuku up like they did in some of those more erotic mangas she had read. That was until she noticed the name of the caller displayed on the screen.
Now somewhat more awake, Pony backed up until she fell into a sitting position on the bed. As her finger ran over the 'Accept' icon, she felt Izuku stirring behind her.
"Hello?" began Pony with a yawn, really hoping that this was just an accidently call. That her friend had accidently, through sleepy eyes, tried to hit the snooze button or wanted to give herself five more minutes of sleep but instead went through her contacts and called her.
"Morning Pony," said Setsuna, trying to sound cheerful but you could easily pick out the misery in her voice. "Sorry if I woke you."
"It's fine," replied Pony as she laid back on the bed, getting comfortable next to Izuku. Speaking of the green haired teen, it was clear that he was awake as well as he moved closer to press his side against her. She could feel his morning wood pressing against her side as well while an arm draped itself along her stomach, his lips pressing into her shoulder in a silent kiss. "So, what's up?"
"Right now? Definitely not breakfast," groaned Setsuna. "Me and Uraraka were going to go to this stand near the train station to get a bite to eat before calling you, but that ain't happening now! Closed due to the weather so now we have nothing to eat." Pony raised an eyebrow as she heard someone in the background saying it's fine.
"Didn't know you and Uraraka took the same train," said Pony, her tone causing Izuku to stop what he was doing.
"Normally, we don't," said Setsuna. "Long story short, we got held up after training last night and I ended up spending the night at her place. And, well, you know how she told us how her family is struggling? Turns out it's worse than we thought. I don't want to even call her place an apartment because that's being way too generous. Maybe death trap would be more accurate." Now, Pony was sitting back up along with Izuku who, judging by the look in his eyes, had heard everything that was being said.
"That's horrible," was all the American girl could say. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"That's kind of why I'm calling," said Setsuna. "I want to see if we can't talk to Nezu about seeing if Uraraka can get some financial aid and move into the dorms. Only problem is that the girl is a teeny, tiny bit stubborn about accepting help. So, I was wondering if she could come up to your dorm room and check it out. See how well she could be living if she agrees to this. And, ah, maybe letting her stay with you for a little bit? Like an extended sleepover?"
"Of course," said Pony as she turned to look at Izuku who nodded. She was well aware of what she would be giving up by agreeing to this. That she could no longer sleep in the same bed with Izuku as long as Uraraka was with her. Not if they wanted to keep their nightly meetings a secret. But while Pony would miss waking up besides her Izuku, it was a small price to pay for helping out someone in need. Besides, she could spend time with Izuku before bed. And it was clear that Izuku felt the same way.
"Great!" cheered Setsuna, the splashing in the background telling her that Tokage had jumped with excitement and landed in a puddle. "We'll be on campus in a few minutes. Can you meet us at the entrance of the dorms? Just in case little miss anti-gravity here decides to chicken out at the last minute."
"Not a problem," said Pony, ending the call right as she heard Uraraka whining. Once she set the phone down, the two teens quickly began to get dressed. Thankfully, Pony had brought over a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt. Something she could wear when she wanted it to look like she had gotten dressed in a hurry. Though she did have to watch herself while getting dressed. The last thing they needed was for Izuku to get aroused watching her shimmying into her sweats and, well, you know. Thankfully, that didn't happen as Izuku was in hero mode as he got dressed into his school uniform all while muttering various things he could do to help.
Once dressed, Pony gave her boyfriend a quick peck on the lips before heading out. After riding the elevator down, she moved down the main floor hallway to find Setsuna and Uraraka waiting on the other side of the locked door. Both were dressed in their uniforms, though both were clearly drenched due to the rain. Though Uraraka was holding a large, black trash bag in her hands.
After opening the doors for them, the three girls got into the elevator with only a minimal amount of struggling from Uraraka. Struggling that ended when Pony activated her quirk, her horns flying around to take hold of the girl's sides before lifting her into the air. When they reached the correct floor, the doors opened to reveal Izuku standing there looking as though he was about to head down. After another quick peck on the lips, Pony released Uraraka from her horn's grasp before taking the 1-A girl by the hand and dragging her towards her room.
"Are you ready?" asked Pony when they reached her door, turning to smile at Uraraka as her hand reached out to touch the doorknob.
"I guess," replied Uraraka, glancing around as if she were considering making a break for it. Not that Pony thought she would, seeing as Tokage and Izuku were still down the hall near the elevators and she had no idea what was down the opposite hallway. Also, Pony could remote control her horns to just pick the girl back up before bringing her back. "Let's see what IS THIS A FREAKING LUXURY APARTMENT!"
Pony winced a little at the 1-A girl's outcry, though she did find the girl's other reactions to be both sad and amusing. Uraraka shambled into the room, her mouth agape as she looked at everything in wonder. When she saw the containers of apples she actually inched her way over to them before nervously giving them a poke, as if she thought the act would cause them to pop. The brown haired girl then looked at Pony, silently asking permission to have one.
"Go ahead," said Pony as she closed the door. "They're meant to be eaten after all. Plus they're fresh. I got them yest-" The American girl cut herself off as she watched Uraraka grab a honeycrisp in one hand while taking hold of a granny smith in the other. The moment the girl opened her mouth, Pony could see drool escaping while a look of savage hunger filled the other's eyes. Then, she began to eat. The girl just took a big bite out of one of the apples, tears filling her eyes as she quickly chewed. Uraraka's stomach then made a loud noise which ended as soon as she swallowed, moving on to the opposite apple as soon as she did.
"Ok, looks like it's time for pancakes!" exclaimed Pony as she moved towards her kitchen. In an instant, she pulled out a skillet as well as the mixing bowl and box of instant pancake mix. At the same time, Uraraka looked like she was choking on her apples. It took a moment, the same amount of time it took the horned girl to get butter out of the mini fridge, for her to set the fruits down and begin pounding her chest.
"No, y-you don't have to," began Uraraka between deep breaths.
"Yes I do," stated Pony firmly crossing her arms over her chest. "Class 1-B is a team! We look out for each other! And you are unofficially one of us! You'll need more than a couple of delicious apples if you're going to be giving it your all today. Now watch a pro at work!" With that, Pony brought her hands together to make a hand sign as if she were a ninja or something. "Secret American Shinobi Art: Pancake Surprise!"
Uraraka watched in stunned silence as Pony's horns shot off her head, another pair instantly regrowing and then detaching from her head as well. In pairs the horns began moving around the room, one set moving over to the sink while the other stayed near Pony. One of the horns by the sink turned on the faucet allowing clean water to begin flowing freely before it returned to its twin to pick up a measuring cup, one horn holding it by lifting up the handle while the other was placed beneath it. Pony watched, waiting for it to fill up to a certain point before the horns pulled it away. As the blond turned, the other horns began to fill the mixing bowl with pancake mix. After water was added into the bowl, two of the horns dipped into the mix where they then began to spin around at amazing speeds that surprised Uraraka.
"Is this really some sort of American Shinobi Art?" asked Uraraka in amazement.
"Nah, I just said that to add a little flare," replied Pony with a giggle. By this time, the horns that had been doing the mixing had finished their job while the dry set picked up the bowl by its sides and brought it to the skillet.
"How did you get so good?" asked Uraraka as she watched Pony as she began to pour the mix onto the hot surface of the skillet. Once the pancake batter landed, the other pair of horns were at work again. The tips began to reshape the circular blobs before them, turning one into something more akin to a straw hat, another a kunai, a finger gun, and other random shapes. She even made one that was shaped like Mickey Mouse.
"It's something me and my mom worked on," said Pony, watching the food being cooked before her. "See, when I normally shoot my horns out of my skull, they're strong enough to chip away at stone and dent metal. And when I'm controlling them like this, if I'm not careful, I can seriously hurt someone. So whenever my mom had the time, we would cook using my horns so I could fine-tune my control. Even back when I could only control one." Seeing that the batter was no longer bubbling, Pony flipped the pancakes which all had a golden brown color to them. "Of course, my first few tries ended up sort of destroying the kitchen forcing my dad to take us out to dinner. He would always get mad at my mom, saying she planned it."
After a minute or two, the first batch was finished and the plate full of pancakes with butter running down the sides was given to Uraraka. The girl accepted it with trembling hands and tears running down her face.
"So, what do you think?" asked Pony as she began to prepare her own breakfast. "Think you'll like staying here until we can get you your own dorm?"
"It's…like a dream," said Uraraka, picking up her fork and then cramming one of the smaller pancakes into her mouth. The brown haired girl then threw back her head, moaning as she allowed the sweat taste to fill her taste buds as her tears continued to flow. "But, after seeing all this, I think it'll hurt more if the principal says no. That I don't qualify. That I can't room up with you. Plus, I don't think that…that I don't…"
"Hey, it'll be ok," said Pony as she reached over the counter to place a hand on Uraraka's shoulder. "If you can't get your own place, then you can stay here with me. And if they say you can't, you'll still be staying here. Because friends are supposed to help their friends out. Especially if they are heroes in training."
Meanwhile…
"And that's what happened last night," finished Setsuna. Both she and Izuku were standing out in the hallway, the lizard loving girl giving her class's vice rep a full run down on the events of the night before. Starting with the camera to the take down of the culprits followed by Uraraka agreeing to go on a date with Tokage and finishing up with her finding out about the 1-A girl's living condition.
To say that Izuku was internally screaming as he heard all this would be an understatement. When the story first began, his thoughts instantly traveled to his and Pony's shower escapade. The idea that someone might have been recording it, and that recording was now in the hands of the teachers, brought forth a whole slew of fears. If it was posted online, their hero careers would be over before they started. Heck, if the teachers saw it, he was sure they would be expelled! The only chance they had to escape this nightmare was if what they did was on the Blackmail drive which, according to Tokage, had been damaged. And if their luck held out, then the two of them would have to be much more careful in the future!
But, in any case, helping Uraraka came first.
"Ok, let's get you an appointment with Nezu," said Izuku as he pulled out his phone. Seeing this, Tokage gave him a baffled expression.
"You can just call him?" she asked.
"No, I have the Nezu app," replied Izuku as he held up his phone to show an image of the principal on his app list. "All class reps are given this. He can send us messages, reminding us of meetings and the like. We can also contact him, requesting meetings for us or our classmates."
Taking a breath, Izuku opened the app to find there were no new messages. Well that was a good sign. Deciding not to think about it for now, Izuku quickly typed in a message for Nezu about the situation. And, before he could close the app, Nezu replied. Uraraka would be seeing the principal during lunch this afternoon.