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僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia My Hero Academia (Anime Manga)
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Yaoyorozu Momo/Original Male Character(s)Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo
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Published:2023-08-05Updated:2024-04-25Words:33,308Chapters:3/?Kudos:138Bookmarks:80Hits:18,094
The Slutty Sensei
MayorHaggar
Summary:
Momo, back at UA part-time as a teacher a decade after graduating, isn't unaware of the way her male students look at her. But not even she is aware of just how far she'll indulge them under the right circumstances. (Momo/Original Male Characters)
Chapter 1
Chapter Text
Returning to UA, even on a part-time basis, had been an interesting experience for Momo Yaoyorozu. Her time as a student at the school had ended almost ten years ago but walking through those same halls had filled her with nostalgia from her first day back.
While Momo was still hard at work as a pro hero herself, she had accepted the offer to come and serve as an additional teaching aide in a part-time role at UA. Her role was specifically to help prepare third year students for their futures as pro heroes upon graduation. She worked with them on how to get accepted into hero agencies that were appropriate for their skills and desires and taught them what to expect once they joined an agency. It was rewarding work, and valuable work at that.
The pro hero field in Japan had dwindled dramatically during the war against Shigaraki and All for One, and Momo and her former classmates and peers from UA had taken it upon themselves to restore both the strength of the pro hero ranks and the public's trust in them. Just as they had led the fight against Shigaraki at the end when many of the remaining former pros had left the job behind, she, Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki and all the rest had thrown themselves into both the short-term and long-term rebuilding efforts. Momo was proud to do her part, and not just as an active pro who was hovering near the top ten of the hero rankings.
Coming back to UA on a part-time basis to help the incoming heroes be as prepared as they could be when they graduated was a responsibility that Momo took seriously. She felt like she did a good job in her role, and several pros who had taken her students on at their agencies had later contacted Momo to remark on how easily the new kids had adjusted to their responsibilities, becoming useful members of the agency right away. Momo was confident that she was teaching her students valuable skills, and that they were better for her presence at the school.
Admittedly, she did sometimes have to remind her students to focus on what she was teaching them rather than focusing on her, specifically. Momo was used to people staring. They'd been staring since before she'd even started at UA as a student, and the stares certainly hadn't gone away as she matured into adulthood. The stares had been most prevalent when she'd worn her original hero costume, of course.
It had actually grown into a bit of a problem her first couple of years as a pro, because some people had been a bit too busy ogling her body to get out of her way when she was in a hurry to get somewhere and do her job. That had led to her working together with Mei to redesign the costume to cover more of her body up by default while still leaving enough of her skin exposed to create the majority of the things she needed without issue. Her new suit was not as tight a fit on her body, and her breasts were fully covered. Her belly was still bared, and these days that was enough exposed skin to where she could use her quirk effectively in most situations. She could quickly unzip the chest of the suit to expose most of her chest if necessary for larger creations, but obviously there hadn't been any need to resort to such measures while teaching her third-year students.
Her more modest costume still didn't stop her students, particularly the male ones, from staring at her from time to time. Momo was used to such attention, and with all of her previous classes, a little subtle reminder to pay attention was usually all she needed to get them to stop staring and start paying attention again. But her current class had proven to be much more of a handful than the others had been. Maybe it was the fact that there were only five students, all of them boys, who were in this class. Maybe it was all five of the boys being rather brash and cocky that was responsible for the higher difficulty Momo had found in keeping this class focused on the important lessons she was teaching them rather than on staring at her body.
This class didn't always stop at staring, either. More than once, she'd heard them blatantly talking amongst themselves about her body and all the things they'd like to do to it, in graphic detail. And when she would work with them in some one-on-one sparring, she knew she wasn't imagining the way their hands would roam her body and try to cop a feel of her breasts or her ass any time they were in close enough to grapple her. Perhaps she should have called them out on it, but Momo was used to ignoring the attention she attracted.
There was also another factor behind her silence, one she tried to ignore. There had been more than one night where she'd had sex dreams about her five strong, handsome, barely legal student heroes in training doing the things she'd heard them talking about, and going beyond simply copping a feel of her body while they were training. She'd always felt incredibly guilty when she woke up the morning following one of those dreams, but there was no denying how horny they made her too. Momo tried not to dwell on those dreams or how she sometimes had to resist the urge to rub her thighs together when she heard the young men talking about her breasts or her ass during class. Still, it was entirely possible that it was her own guilty thoughts that caused her not to reprimand the boys even when they went well beyond what she would have called anyone else out for. Perhaps the fact that she and Shoto had decided they were better off as friends more than six months ago, and she hadn't been with anyone in the ensuing half year, had left her more receptive to the dirty talk and wandering hands of a handful of hormonal young men.
Momo was in the middle of writing a letter of recommendation for one of the boys who she thought would be a good fit at the hero agency Ochako and Tsuyu had started together when there was a knock at her office door. She looked over towards the door and saw Daisuke, the very same boy she was writing the recommendation for, peeking in through the window next to it. Momo rolled her eyes and shook her head, though there was an amused smile on her face as she did.
"Come in," she called out. The door opened, but Daisuke wasn't the first one inside. Hideo came in first, ducking under the large arm and massive frame of Jun, the biggest and bulkiest of the five. The other four all filed in behind him, jostling each other and complaining about the others getting in their way, and Momo watched it all with a resigned sort of fondness. They reminded her more than a little bit of her former classmates when they'd been at UA, at least before the war had forced them all to grow up whether they were ready or not.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" she asked, staring at the five young heroes to be with an eyebrow raised.
"We just wanted to stop by and thank you for everything you've done for us, Yaoyorozu sensei," Kaito said, giving her a smirk. The blond-haired boy was an irrepressible flirt, and as Momo had seen quite a few different girls on his arm over the last year, he'd obviously had some success in that flirting.
"Yeah, you've been great," Jun said in his usual deep voice. "I already heard back from Dynamight. He accepted me into his agency."
"I thought he would," Momo said, smiling. "You'll be a great fit there." Indeed, Jun's strength and straightforward approach to dealing with threats was exactly the kind of thing Katsuki looked for in members of his agency.
"We also wanted to ask if you'd come out tomorrow night and celebrate with us," Touma said quietly, not looking directly at her. He was the shyest of the four and seemed to have some self-esteem issues. He had enormous potential though, and Momo felt that if he ever gained the confidence in himself and his ability, he would easily make the top five of the hero rankings one day. He might even have a shot at the very top spot, though overcoming the likes of Izuku, Katsuki and Shoto would not be an easy task for anyone. Momo had pointed him in Izuku's direction, believing that her formerly shy classmate would be able to help the young man find his confidence and reach his full potential.
"I'm happy for all of you, boys, and I'm sure you're going to make great heroes," Momo said, smiling. "I don't know that us socializing or meeting up outside of school would be the best idea, though. We have to maintain a level of distance from each other as teacher and students, after all."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Yaoyorozu sensei," Hideo said. "Did we or did we not already have our last lesson with you earlier this week?"
"You did," Momo acknowledged.
"Then you're not really our teacher anymore, are you?" Daisuke said, wiggling his eyebrows. "We don't need to worry about impropriety now, right? We'll be coworkers soon enough; fellow pro heroes. Heck, we could probably call you Momo now."
"You won't, if you know what's good for you," Momo said dryly.
"He's not wrong, though, is he?" Jun asked. "We've already taken our last class with you, and all of us but Daisuke have been accepted into agencies."
"I understand your point," Momo conceded reluctantly, biting her lip. "I'm still not sure if it's a great idea." She couldn't really deny that they had a point. They'd already had their last classes with her. If they hadn't come to her office right now, they may not have even seen her again until after they'd already graduated. Still, she didn't know how wise it was for her to agree with their suggestion. Thinking about the fact that they weren't technically her students anymore made her consider the possibility of letting those guilty dreams come to life. It was a bit of a gray area as to whether that might be against the rules for her to do or not at this point, but it was a very dangerous topic for her to even consider, much less ask Principal Nezu to clarify for her.
"Please, sensei?" Touma asked quietly. "We wouldn't be in this position without you. We're going to be able to make our dreams come true, and it's all thanks to you. Won't you come and celebrate with us?"
The quiet boy met her eyes, and Momo's concerns seemed to fade away as she returned his look. He was a quiet young man. He was the only one amongst the five that she had never once heard talking about her body in graphic detail, nor had he ever noticeably gone out of his way to grope her while they were training in hand-to-hand combat. She knew he found her attractive; she'd seen him staring often enough to answer that question. He rarely asked for anything or spoke up so openly, so the fact that he'd met her eyes and asked her to celebrate with them meant that it was something he really wanted.
"Okay," Momo said. Even as she agreed to go and celebrate with the heroes to be, she felt deep down that she was taking a risk. But the smile on Touma's face, and the hoots and cheers of excitement from the other four, had her feeling ready to risk it anyway. Theirs had been an interesting class, and Momo was going to wish them well and send them on their way properly.
"Great!" Kaito said, clapping his hands. "So, where are we gonna go?"
"You didn't figure that out ahead of time, before you came to ask me to join you?" Momo asked. Kaito shrugged, and she chuckled.
"We wanted to make sure you would come out with us first," Daisuke said. "It wouldn't be a party without you, sensei."
"I guess that means I should thank you for thinking so highly of me," Momo said, grinning and shaking her head. "I wasn't exactly known to be the life of the party back when I was a student here."
"Oh, I'm sure the party follows you wherever you go," Hideo said, taking the chance to eye whatever of her body he could see with her still sitting behind the desk.
"Do you have any ideas on where we could go, sensei?" Touma asked. Momo tapped her chin with her finger as she thought about it. Hadn't her mother written to say that she and her father were going to be out of the country all week? That meant that the family mansion Momo had grown up in would be empty. Momo remembered how awed her friends had been when she invited them over to visit back in her UA days. The boys would appreciate celebrating their achievements in such a place, wouldn't they?
"I think I might," she said, nodding slowly.
--
"This place is fucking amazing," Hideo said, turning his head and walking around in circles as he took in his surroundings.
"You haven't even seen anything other than the main floor," Momo said, amused by how impressed all five of the boys were.
"You really grew up here, sensei?" Jun asked, turning away from the wall where her parents had framed and hung some of the clippings of her achievements.
"I did," Momo said, nodding. "My place now is smaller, but it's just me living there. This was where I grew up, though."
"It's awesome," Touma said quietly.
"I'm glad you guys like it," she said, holding her arms out and pointing to the chairs and couches around the table which she'd set drinks and snacks out on. This was one of the smaller living rooms in the house, but for a gathering of just six people like this, it was a good choice. The other rooms designed for entertaining guests were more appropriate for gatherings consisting of double or even triple digit groups. "Why don't you guys sit down and make yourselves comfortable?"
"We will," Jun said, grabbing one of the chairs and pushing it directly in between two couches, basically forming a circle with the chair at the center. "But you should sit here, sensei. You're the reason all of us made it here, so you should be at the center."
"Oh, I'm sure you boys would've done just fine without me," Momo said, grinning. She took a seat in the center of the circle all the same.
"Maybe we would have," Kaito said as he and the other boys began to sit on the couches now that Momo was seated. "But it wouldn't have been nearly as fun without you, sensei."
--
The boys had each brought a gift to give Momo as thanks for teaching them, and for hosting this celebration for them. Some of the gifts had been thoughtful, such as Touma handing her an old candid photograph of her, Kyoka, Tsuyu and Ochako all together, hugging and smiling for the camera. Momo had never seen the photo before, but she quickly recognized it as being taken the day after the final battle with Tomura Shigaraki had been won. Touma quietly let her know that he had found the photo while working as an intern and cleaning out some old files, where it had apparently gotten lost in a drawer and forgotten about until he'd found it and put it in a frame for her. Momo had thanked him profusely for the gift, which she was going to find a fitting place for on the wall of her bedroom as soon as she got home.
Some of the gifts were less about being thoughtful and more about having a good time tonight, and the big bottle of wine Kaito brought along belonged to this category. Momo had bit her lip when he presented it and suggested opening it. The boys, while legal adults, were not yet of drinking age. But Kaito poured just one glass, for her, while the boys stuck to the non-alcoholic drinks she'd put out for them beforehand. Momo, unable to find fault with that, enjoyed her wine and enjoyed her evening with the boys.
As the night wore on and Momo filled her glass up another time, she felt whatever concerns she'd had about socializing with the boys tonight fade away. She didn't get properly drunk, but she consumed just enough that the occasional suggestive comments from the boys only made her smile and giggle. She was a beautiful woman, and they were young men with healthy libidos who weren't shy about their admiration of her (with the exception of Touma, who continued to look but did not participate in the risqué chatter.) Why shouldn't they admire her? And why shouldn't she enjoy it?
It wasn't like there had been anyone waiting for her at home to make those endearing comments or show her how beautiful they found her for the last six months. She was only wearing a modest blouse, a skirt and some leggings, so she was actually dressed more conservatively than she was while wearing her modern hero costume, to say nothing of the far more revealing costume she'd donned before. And yet, the boys were no less fervent in their admiration of her now than they were when she was walking around the classroom in her hero costume.
It was actually kind of flattering to know that she could get five handsome young men like them so interested while wearing such modest clothing. Momo was so flattered, in fact, that she let the lewd talk continue on and get even lewder than it ever had before. She'd let a lot fly with this particular group this year, but they reached a level tonight that they never had before, and still Momo didn't say a word in admonishment. In fact, she only laughed right along with them. She even let her mind picture some of the things they were saying, though she didn't tell them as much or participate in the ribald conversation. Her inhibitions might be lower than they really should have been, but she wasn't feeling quite that uninhibited yet.
"Hey, can we take some pictures of you, sensei?" Daisuke asked out of nowhere, right around the time that Momo was considering whether or not it would be a good idea to pour herself a third glass of wine. "You know, to commemorate our time together?"
Momo shrugged. "Okay," she said, sitting up in her chair and putting her hands on her knees, prepared to smile with her back straight like she was part of a family portrait.
"No, not so stiff," Jun said. "You should do fun poses for us."
"Poses?" Momo repeated. "What kind of poses?"
"How about you stick your finger out and give us an exasperated look, like you always did when Hideo got in trouble?" Kaito suggested. They all laughed, and Momo nodded.
"Yeah, I think I can do that," she said. She stuck her finger out and gave her best mock scowl, and the boys laughed and took pictures of the pose on their phones. Even Touma smiled and took pictures of Momo while she pretended to be stern.
"That's great, sensei," Hideo said. "Now can you do one with your legs crossed, and your hand under your chin like you're deep in thought?"
Momo nodded, crossed her legs and propped her head on her hand. She knew that the boys were admiring her legs in this position, but it wasn't that big a deal. She was wearing leggings, so it wasn't like they were getting a panty shot underneath her skirt or something like that. That didn't stop the boys from whistling as they snapped photos and even took video of her sitting there in her chair with her legs crossed. Momo just smiled, uncrossed her legs and repeated the pose, this time with t