Dressed in the finest suit he owns, Enji waits impatiently for the doctor to return with news. The staff of the best inpatient psychiatric clinic in the country flows around the large man like a boulder in a river. No one really pays him much attention, nobody stops and wonders why Endeavor the number two Hero is here. They're used to his presence by now.
Dr. Yukio, a middle-aged man with short black hair, rounds a corner, his bespectacled eyes locked on his clipboard.
Something grips Enji's insides into a fist at the anticipation.
"So?" Enji asks before the man even fully reaches him.
The man tears his eyes away from his clipboard and fixes his glasses as he takes him in.
"Apologies, . What were you saying?"
Enji restrains a huff. "Did my wife enjoy the flowers?"
Dr. Yukio smiles and tips his pen on his clipboard.
"Yes, in fact, it's usually the only time of the week I see her smile."
The fist that still held his guts twisted them into a knot. How was he supposed to feel about that!? A few seconds passed as he tried and failed to digest that feeling.
"Would it be alright for me to see her?"
The Doctor frowned empathetically and Enji already knew what he was going to say, it was the same thing he said every week for over a decade.
A buzzing sound quickly drowned out the words Enji knew he was about to say.
He hated this feeling. What was the point of being so powerful that he could only be comparable to All Might? His wife couldn't bear the sight of him after what he had put her through. She was grieving too, and what did he do? He placed his grief directly on her shoulders alongside her own and then blamed her for causing it in the first place. And then there were his children, they either hated him entirely or just wanted nothing to do with him and he wasn't sure which was worse. He had hoped Shoto would be more receptive after using his fire, but it had been three days since the festival and his youngest still refused to even pick up his phone. He had even tried therapy himself, but it wasn't exactly the silver bullet many made it out to be, as his wife could no doubt attest to.
What was he supposed to do? How did he fix this? No amount of money, prestige, or power, be it personal or otherwise, seemed to work. He was at his wit's end. He felt completely powerless, utterly useless, and worst of all hopelesslyl-
"WEAK!" His father had rasped out, before gasping for air. His once large frame was now reduced to naught but pallid skin stretched tight over atrophied muscles and brittle bones. The cancer had taken an exacting toll over the years and it seemed as though it would soon take what was left.
Enji had dabbed at his watering eyes, but his tears just wouldn't stop. His father scoffed and continued, his voice barely strong enough to be considered a whisper despite its cruel tone.
"That woman has made you soft, I never would have married her to you if- '' He suddenly began wheezing for breath, his fists clutching at his chest. " No…I can't die yet, the Todoroki name won't," He had paused to gasp for an elusive breath,"survive you," He had said, the air in his lungs escaping as his eyes lost their focus.
The heart monitor ceased its quiet beeping, leaving the sterile room silent as the grave-
"Dad?" The familiar voice of his only daughter called, ripping him from the two decade old memory.
Enji turned to see his eldest, his brilliant and kind Fuyumi, leading a few others. Ryuko was there with one of his grandchildren in her arms while Shoto held the other. Most of them were looking at him with a mix of surprise and dread, the children hiding their faces when he tried to catch their eyes.
"Why are you here?" He asked, not choosing his words very well in surprise. He knew that Fuyumi, Ryuko, Natsuo, and even his grandchildren had visited Rei from time to time, careful to avoid his weekly visits of course, but he knew Shoto had never been here, according to Dr. Yukio at least.
To his surprise, it was Shoto who answered him.
"I'm here to see Mom."
"Please," Tenya begged, the desperation seeping into his voice. He and his parents tried their best not to hover over the hospital bed that his brother occupied. It had been a couple of days since that fateful phone call he had received at the end of the sports festival and Tensei's life had hung in the balance the entire time. The damnable Hero Killer had spared his brother's life if only just. It wasn't until this morning that the doctors had okayed the use of Recovery Girl's Quirk.
The elderly Hero sighed as she took in the desperation of the Iida family. "I feel the need to reiterate once more that my Quirk can heal anything that the body can naturally heal in time. It essentially fast-forwards the body's construction of and repair of new cells. Young Tensei's spine wasn't just damaged, it was severed. That isn't something people can typically come back from."
Tensei pushed himself up in bed, a slight tremble in his arms at the effort. "I understand, but I would never forgive myself for not at least trying."
Recovery Girl worries her lip before responding. "As long as you understand how much of a long shot this is," She says before kissing his forehead, her Quirk triggering.
Tensei's still healing wounds closed completely as his eyelids drooped from the cost of the healing. The room goes completely silent as Tensei's face screws up in concentration before he blows out a breath.
"No dice, thanks anyway," Tensei says with a smile tacked on.
Iida senior says nothing as he places a hand on his eldest's shoulder, his eyes closed in an effort to stem the tears.
The room goes quiet with the deep rumble and roar of what sounds like a diesel engine. Everyone turns to regard the one making the noise. The woman in question looks like she'd be more comfortable in grease-stained overalls than the wrinkled dress she's thrown on. One glance at Tensei's mother and head of the Iida clan and it immediately becomes clear where her boys get their stature. The smokestack exhausts that rise above each broad shoulder belch flame as she speaks. "There must be something more we can do. The body is a machine and I…refuse to believe his is beyond repair.." Her words start out snappy and laced with frustration, but become nearly pleading at the end.
"Mother…" Tensei says quietly.
"What about Midoriya? Maybe his Cell Activation would work?" Tenya suggests, but he knows he is grasping at straws.
Recovery Girl shakes her head solemnly. "His Quirk heals much in the same way mine does, unfortunately. If the body cannot heal a wound naturally then our Quirks can't heal it either. I would need to be able to-" Her eyes widen as a thought strikes her. "Rewind the injury."
Himiko narrowed her eyes to murderous slits from where she hid. She dared not interfere, she knew that if she did she wouldn't be able to hold back. She would become the monster that Mother claimed she was.
That cute girl with the frog Quirk was being bullied again, but this time there were four of them and they were upping the ante.
Four not-cute boys were looming over the green-haired girl after having pushed her to the ground.
"You gonna cry, Animal?" Bully A taunted.
"Can frogs even cry, Bro?" Bully B asked as he kicked more dirt in the girl's face.
"I bet they can croak!" Bully C joked.
"Go on then, Animal! Croak!" Bully D yelled as he kicked the girl in the stomach.
"HEY! LEAVE HER ALONE!" The cutest girl on Earth yelled as she stormed onto the scene.
"EHH?" Bully D began, clearly outraged.
Uraraka Ochako was all smiles and plump squishy goodness, but underneath that mochi softness was cold unflinching IRON.
He barely turned enough in time to see Chako's fist barreling at his face. The sucker punch snapped the boy's head to the side and he dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
"BITCH!" Bully A said before whirling and punching Himiko's future wife in the nose.
The absolute audacity had Himiko extending the blade on the box cutter she kept hidden in her skirts. She stopped short of gutting the boy when Chako began to laugh and straighten. The boy that had hit her took an involuntary step backward at the sight.
Ochako attempted to wipe the precious liquid ruby, colloquially known as blood, from her nose, instead only succeeding in smearing the precious resource across half her face. Looking like a warrior queen on a conquest, Ochako put her fists up in an amateur guard.
"YOU HIT LIKE A CITY-BOY!" The Goddess roared as she began to lay into the three remaining sacrifices, trading blow for blow. Blood, sweet, precious blood was flowing in rivers and Himiko couldn't look away at just how GOOD Chako looked covered in it. A swiftly swelling eye, a broken nose, a split lip, and Chako had never looked so good. Himiko suddenly understood why there were so many synonyms for the word 'beautiful', one word just didn't cut it.
Love. This was love. Himiko had thought she knew the meaning of the word before, but now she knew what it meant with every fiber of her being.
Ochako became progressively more bloodied and bruised when Himiko heard it; the shattering of porcelain. The mask she had painstakingly handcrafted had shattered in that singular moment, never to be whole again. She would never be normal again.
Her instincts were screaming, her body hummed, and she knew what she had to do.
She had to become Chako.
She had to have her blood.
She had to have it all.
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"HMM!" Himiko's muffled whimper sounded into naked doughy flesh as she snapped awake, every muscle going taught.
"ere, ere." Chako's sleep-addled voice cooed from just above Himiko's head. "Waz jus a natmur." She soothed as a mitted hand caressed the back of Himiko's head.
"Ribbit," Tsu croaked from directly behind her, an arm squeezing her midsection. "We got you." Tsu said before kissing behind an ear and pressing her naked body flush to Himiko's back.
Himiko proceeded to turn into a puddle as she nuzzled deeper into Chako's big mochi funbags and began to purr.
Chako giggled. "That tickles, Himi~"
A warm, encompassing feeling washes over her like a hug from an invisible lover and she immediately knows it's Izu. He might not be here physically holding her in his arms, but he may as well be.
It was so early in the morning that it could still be considered night, not even 4 am. Izuku paused in rinsing the shampoo from his hair to stare up at the tiled ceiling of the family bathroom on the first floor. Himiko's emotions had gone absolutely haywire for a solid minute but had just now turned cloud nine blissful. Using the active ability of Empathy, Izuku sends a small amount of love into Himiko's emotions. It's not enough to overwhelm her natural emotions, just enough for her to notice. She notices almost immediately and he feels her love for him swell in answer. Chalking her previously haywire emotions up to a particularly bad dream, he resumes finishing up his shower and letting his mind wander.
At least, that was the plan.
The sound of the very locked door to the family restroom unlocking made his buttcheeks clench in surprise, but when Mei burst/stumbled inside he relaxed. She looked around the family bathroom that was intended for those with small children or people who didn't feel comfortable using the male or female bathrooms. He had grown so used to using this bathroom because of Eri and Yuki that it was the one he went to by default. Mei's eyes finally found him and she let out a manic giggle. On a closer inspection, he could see that Mei had her coveralls on and that she was FILTHY. Her bubblegum pink dreadlocks were tied up in a ponytail with some copper wire and her eyes had deep bags under them. She looked as though she had been rolling in motor oil, solvents, and sweat without sleeping for three days. It could very well be the case. He was pretty sure it was Saturday, Golden Week was nearly over. The last couple of days since the sports festival had been Busy. There was a celebratory dinner at his moms' house with his polycule and kids after the sports festival. Once they had gotten home his girlfriends had wanted to 'celebrate' in their room. The weeks prior of brutal training combined with the adrenaline high of the sports festival had resulted in his partners nearly ripping each other's clothes off before they had even gotten upstairs. Nejire had opted out, stating that she, understandably, didn't wish for their first times together to be a lust-driven orgy. The 'celebration' had never really ended, some would come and go, but the sex never really stopped. Rumi, Himiko, and Tsu in particular had been insatiable. Something about him being crowned the strongest of the Sports Festival had driven their more animalistic sides wild, their breeding kink had been turned up to eleven and since he was the only one capable of fulfilling that need he had barely left the bedroom for the past couple days. If it wasn't for his liberal use of Cell Activation the girls would have been sore only a few hours in. Mei had been there for the first few hours before leaving, stating she had work in the labs to do. He hadn't seen her until now.
Mei began stumbling towards him, half asleep. Fully dressed, she walked into the water with him and pressed herself against his nude body, her arms wrapping around his neck for support.
"Hey, Stinky. How'd you know I was in here and how did you unlock the door?." He teased as he wrapped his arms around her, holding up most of her weight as she sagged against him.
Mei giggled as her eyes closed. "X-ray vision."
Well, he supposed that made sense. She could just look through the walls to find him and lock picking would be pretty trivial if you could see the tumblers as plain as day. That and her Quirk also had the side effect of making her hand-eye coordination literally perfect. If she hadn't wished to be a support hero she could have been one the best surgeons in the world. Her X-ray vision, as she called it, was something of a misnomer, it didn't actually emit X-rays. If she did she would essentially be walking around with cancer high beams.
"Speaking of, can you check on Himiko? She was having a nightmare, I think." Izuku asked.
Mei's eyes went from yellow to blue as she switched back to X-ray vision. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes searching before locking onto something. Her crosshair-shaped pupils changed shape to indicate she was zooming in. Mei's emotions colored with lust as her tongue darted across her lower lip.
"Well, she's motorboating Ochako in her sleep so I think she's ok."
Izuku laughed deeply, "Thanks, just wanted to make sure."
"Give me some energy?" Mei grumbled the question against his chest, her eyes closing again.
Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Just for you to go straight back to the labs? No way, you need sleep. Real sleep."
Mei was both an adult and an individual with her own autonomy so he wasn't about to tell her when to eat, when to sleep, or when to take a break, but he didn't have to enable her to spend any more time working on her babies without some self-care first.
"Have you slept?" Mei asked in a challenge, voice petulant, eyes still closed.
Izuku's eyebrow raised a little further. "That's different, I don't need sleep now thanks to Cell Activation's Evolution."
That had been an interesting discovery. Somewhere after the first 24 hours, he had realized that the brain fog he would usually feel just wasn't there. Even without REM sleep for three days he felt great.
Mei huffed. "Fine, but you have to wash me."
He smiled wryly. "Oh no, the horror," He delivered flatly.
She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, letting out an 'OoOoH' as she did.
"I forgot about the change in your eyes!"
He blinked. So had he. Originating from his pupils, his bright green irises now had green arcs of energy racing through them. The glow was faint, but the effect was intense, or so he had been told. The effect was similar to when he had One For All active. Even though he knew One For All wasn't active, he felt stronger, as if he was running the Quirk at 1% all the time. Thinking back on it, he had crushed a metal armrest during the sports festival without even using Full Cowl. It had to be related. Cell Activation was deceptively simple which made its Evolution difficult to fully understand. He had gone to Recovery Girl and asked for her professional opinion since the Quirk affected his body in so many ways. She had begun with a few simple tests, but then she had started getting excited at something she'd found. The sight of the crotchety old woman practically laughing with excitement had been scarier than Nezu ever was. The simple tests turned more advanced and before he knew it she was taking tissue samples, having him do brain scans, the whole nine yards. He was still awaiting the results.
"Me too," He finally said.
With one arm still wrapped around Mei's lower back to support her weight, with the other he grabbed her coveralls where they were tied at her waist and began to work them lower. Mei's hips and the swell of her ass became visible as he pushed the sodden coveralls lower. When his fingers felt naught but flesh all the way down to her thighs, he realized something, she was going commando. Mei's mood was quickly going from a sedate sleepiness to an aroused that hung heavy in the air. Wriggling her hips and making her coveralls pool around her feet, Mei looked up at him with hooded eyes, her crosshair pupils barely visible. The look made his cock jump where it had already been hardening between her thighs. With him being over a foot taller than her 5'2" and himself at 6'6" his dick had already been pressing against her pussy, but now it was trying to lift her from the floor. It was, of course, ridiculous to think that his dick could support her weight, but damn if it wasn't trying.
Mei's smile was all teeth as she finally took her own weight and peeled off her wet tank top in one quick motion. She quickly grabbed a glob of body wash from the shower caddy and lathered up everything between her hips and thighs. Smirking, she then gripped his shaft, her fingers not quite able to wrap fully around, and placed it snugly at the apex of her thighs. Throwing her hands around his neck and sagging once more, she began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding her slick pussy along the length of his cock.
She closed her eyes once more as she sank into his chest. "I suppose I can help you-hmmng- clean me a little."
Izuku gasped as she continued to slide herself along his dick. "Thanks."
Grabbing some body wash, he began working the sweat and other byproducts of inventing off of her skin. With one arm holding Mei's weight, He began rubbing the suds into Mei's well-muscled back in slow circles. He had to pause every few seconds to shudder and moan as Mei continued to stroke his length with her folds. When he had ostensibly finished her back Mei turned around and adjusted his shaft so that it was once again pressing upwards against the lips of her pussy, her hands reaching up and interlocking behind his neck.
Grabbing more body wash, he set to washing Mei's front. When he made his way to her large breasts he slowed, groping and luxuriating in the feeling of her fleshy mounds squishing within his grip and the slick feeling as she slid herself along his entire twelve inch cock.
A minute or a year later, he reached up and undid the post-apocalyptic scrunchy that was holding her ponytail in place. Switching to shampoo, Izuku began working it into her pink locks. Scratching at her scalp, Mei was all but melting against his chest as well as along his cock.
"Mei, I need you to support yourself," Izuku said once he had finished washing and rinsing her hair.
She immediately pouted. He couldn't see the way her lips pursed since she was facing away from her, but he could read it in her emotions.
Not waiting for her to actually respond, he pulled her arms away from his neck, crouched, and gripped her by the hips, turning her to face him so that her puffy pussy was at eye level. With a fresh dollop of body wash, he began to lather up her thighs. Mei let out an adorable half giggle, half moan as he kissed at her folds, his hands never stopping their work. Gripping her thick ass for leverage, he licked at her swollen clit, pausing only to nibble on her pearl. Using Empathy, he read her emotions like an open book to know exactly how hard was too hard to nibble, how much pressure was just right as his tongue dragged along her slit. It took mere seconds before Mei's thighs were shaking in his grasp.
"IzUkUUU!" She cried out, her hands gripping into his curly hair as she came.
Izuku never stopped lapping at her pussy even as the flood of her orgasm ran into his mouth. Reading her emotions, he slowly backed off on his intensity as she became overly sensitive from her orgasm.
Standing again, he took her weight once more. Her arms found themselves at home around his neck before she feebly tried to lift herself with muscular yet shaky arms, no doubt tired from the laborious lab work. Getting the hint, Izuku gripped her by the hips and lifted her with newfound ease until her hot entrance was pressing down on the swollen head of his cock. She let out a whimper as his head pressed past her folds, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to lower her. Nice. And. Slow.
Mei's loud moans were muffled as her face was buried deep into the slope of Izuku's neck. She spoke, her voice barely audible once she had been impaled just past half his total length, "Right there-hng!-don't go deeper~".
Stopping Mei's downward descent to the base of his shaft, Izuku smiled into Mei's hair. "Anything you're willing to give is more than enough." If she wanted sleepy, slow sex then that's what she was going to get.
Mei shakily hummed her appreciation as he began to lift and drop her slowly, but no further than where she had specified. He kept a close eye on her emotions in order to maximize pleasure while minimizing discomfort. The warm water ran down her back and steam filled the air while the sounds of his dick sliding slowly in and out of her combined with their muffled moans. It didn't take long before Mei began to shake again, her legs becoming a vice grip around his waist as her inner walls clenched in a second orgasm.
"HMM!" Mei shouted into his neck.
The fluttering of her inner walls proved too much for Izuku, his balls tightening and his cock twitching within her spasming pussy as his orgasm washed over him. He barely restrained himself from hilting himself inside of her as he shot burst after burst into her. Each burst of cum felt like it lasted entire seconds, after what had to be around thirty seconds later his orgasm finally bottomed out. It was then, once the fog of his orgasm had lifted, that he realized Mei was snoring lightly against his neck.
With a sleeping, cum dribbling, soaking wet Mei in his arms Izuku wondered how he was going to get her dressed and up to bed.
Did she even bring spare clothes?
He looked at the gym shorts and t-shirt that said 'pajamas' on it that he had worn down here with a frown. He had forgotten to bring a change of clothes too-
WAIT.
why were all the towels so small!?
Mei had stubbornly stayed asleep even as he dried her and wrestled her into his pajamas. Honestly. She was lucky he loved her so damn much.
Now wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered him enough to not be considered a crime, Izuku picked up Mei bridal-style and began the trek up the several flights of stairs to their room.
He was one flight of stairs away from success when he turned a corner and froze.
Mina was tromping down the stairs with her hair all adorably sleep-mussed and eyes barely open enough to see. It was barely past 4 am, so she had to be on her way to use the restroom.
She paused her clomping steps and squinted hard at him and Mei, her tail swaying curiously behind her like a cat's.
He didn't say a word, he stood as still as a statue, barely daring to breathe.
Shaking her head, Mina stumbled past him mumbling something about dreaming of himbos.
Safe!
It was then, because of course, that his towel fell to the floor with a soft plop.
Just around the corner, Mina's footsteps pause at the sudden sound.
He did what any rational-minded person would do, he RAN.