A/N: Contrary to what it looks like, not a lemon chapter. 😅
Back to the beginning of the day
The start of another week meant Izuku's Ceremonial Magic class was in session. He looked forward to attending alongside Ochaco once more. The previous night he had stayed at the Heights Alliance dorms for convenience - ever since his Sports Festival victory, Izuku could scarcely step outside without being mobbed by clamoring fans and pesky media vultures. Even the mere walk to The Crowley would have caused a pedestrian traffic jam, and given the frenzied crowds that had swarmed U.A. just the day before, that crush of bodies was a nightmare neither students nor faculty wished to deal with again. Word was the campus hadn't seen such hype since ALL MIGHT's heyday.
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the polished hardwood floors of the Heights Alliance dorm lobby. Izuku inhaled the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee as he descended the creaky stairs, the wood groaning beneath his weight.
Suddenly, he was enveloped in Mina's tight embrace, her lithe body pressing against his side. The pointed tip of her protruding horn gently jabbed into his ribs until he adjusted its position. "Hi, Daddy! Good morning~" Mina purred, nuzzling her rosy cheeks against him. Izuku caught a whiff of her sweet, floral shampoo scent.
"Good morning to you too, Mina," Izuku replied. A mischievous glint danced in Mina's obsidian eyes as she leaned in conspiratorially.
"We should hurry or we'll be late for class, Daddy," she murmured, her warm breath tickling his ear.
Izuku heard the melodic chiming of the grandfather clock, reminding him of the time. "I'm going to wait for Ochaco. You go on ahead."
"I think the princess already left with Momo-chan. I saw them heading out together when I was making breakfast," Mina informed him, a teasing lilt in her tone. Izuku detected the buttery aroma of the pancakes she must have cooked wafting from the kitchen.
"Yaoyorozu? Do you know why?" Izuku asked, furrowing his brow in puzzlement.
Mina shrugged evasively. "Not sure, but I think they were discussing something important." The shadows in the lobby seemed to grow longer and more ominous at her vague words.
After Yaoyorozu's disturbing visions and the Voices' cryptic message, it was clear their time limit was quickly approaching. He wished Ochaco would keep him better informed. "The Voices aren't telling you anything?"
Mina shook her head, her pink curls bouncing, as she gave him an apologetic look. "They keep saying you'll find out when the time is right."
With a heavy sigh, Izuku admitted, "I'm not a fan of all these secrets." The weight of the unknown mysteries lately was becoming an oppressive burden.
Regret flickered across Mina's elfin features. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said in a small voice.
Izuku reached out and patted her head reassuringly, feeling the silky strands of bubblegum pink hair slip through his fingers like liquid silk. "It's not your fault if the Voices aren't telling you anything, Mina. There are just too many mysteries lately, and it's making me uneasy."
The pair made their way towards the Ceremonial Magic classroom, their shoes clacking against the polished tile floors in a staccato rhythm as they walked and chatted amicably. As they neared the door, Izuku spotted Ochaco's familiar silhouette outlined in the hallway light.
Ochaco greeted them with a warm, radiant smile that made Izuku's heart flutter. "Greetings, my dearest Knight. How are you?"
Drinking in her lovely features, Izuku replied,"Better for seeing you, as always."
Ochaco's warm brown eyes shifted towards Mina.
But she was interrupted by Mina's teasing lilt. "Hello, Princess. I'm just having a friendly chat...with my Daddy. We're close like that, you know?" She emphasized the last statement with a suggestive wink. "We share a special bond. And of course, we can do...things...together. But you wouldn't understand, would you?"
Izuku's face flushed scarlet at Mina's brazen insinuation. This was like a repeat of yesterday's inappropriate behavior! "Mina, down! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he scolded.
Mina gave an insincere pout. "Oh, I am sorry, Daddy. Princess, enjoy the lesson. I know it will be an interesting one." The devilish gleam in her eyes betrayed her faux remorse.
Heat prickling his face, Izuku turned to Ochaco with sincere contrition. "Shit. I'm sorry, Ochaco. I had no idea she'd still pull a stunt like that again. I thought it's over after yesterday."
Ochaco's nostrils flared as she fought to regulate her breathing, trying to remain calm despite her visible agitation. "Well, now at least I know that the only thing worse than a conniving bitch is a conniving bitch sorceress who is bonded to your boyfriend. My patience is truly being tested every day."
Before Izuku could respond, their professor Sarah's clipped voice rang out. "Welcome, class. So, I have some news. It seems Miss Shimura is no longer part of this class. I have been informed by the Principal that Eindridi has volunteered to mentor her directly, and as such, she is excused from further Ceremonial Magic lessons. No, Izuku, that offer does not extend to you. I'm still waiting for that report, by the way," Sarah said before Izuku could even raise his hand.
"Well, damn."
"As such, we have an odd number of participants, which will complicate homework assignments. Miss Ashido, given your existing mastery of Ceremonial Magic, I guess you can be excused from them," she told Mina, which made sense.
"Actually, Professor Sarah, if I could give a counter-proposal," Mina began. "I feel that my existing skills could be highly relevant to my fellow students, and help them fully embrace the course.
"What?"
"WHAT?!" Ochaco shouted.
Izuku whispered to Mina at his side, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
To which she whispered back, "I am doing what I need to do, Daddy, remember?"
"Oh, for the love of God."
"Yes, something like that," Mina said before turning to Sarah. "Would it be okay, Professor Sarah? I really feel like I have a lot to offer, and that I could help guide my fellow students."
"When you put it like that, Ashido, it sounds most reasonable. Today's homework assignment isn't...customized...for that scenario, but I'll keep it in mind for next week," Sarah said.
"Professor Sarah, are you sure? We're really quite happy with the current group," Izuku interjected. While most guys would be ecstatic to have two girls for these...activities...he considers the Ceremonial Magic homework something special only he and Ochaco had. While it's clear the Voices are once again influencing Mina, this is something he doesn't want them to intrude on.
"No, Izuku. My mind is made up. If the Sports Festival is anything to go by, it will be ever so interesting what watching the three of you get up to. Now, with that settled, let me get on with the course. Today's lecture will focus on the nature of the MM bond, and how it allows magic to flow between supplicant and supplier," Sarah said, dismissing Izuku's request and proceeding with the class, likely concocting a new scheme inside her head.
And since magical bonds have become somewhat of an important topic for Izuku, he made sure to listen to the lessons. After the hour is up,
"And with that, our lecture today is concluded. As usual, your homework assignment is in the white envelope. I hope the three of you will thoroughly enjoy the assignment this time, and do make use of Molly's expertise and...flexibility...while doing it."
"My head hurts," he muttered under his breath, the words dripping with exasperation and dread.
Ochaco mirrored his pained expression, pinching her own brow as she sighed, "I fear it may be contagious, my Dearest Knight."
After some stilted debate over where to convene for the disturbingly intimate homework, and if it'll be in DGN1, Mina flashed them both a final, taunting smirk. "Of course not. I feel your bedroom will no doubt be a much more...intimate...framing for the study date." She emphasized the words with a salacious grin. "It will help us be familiar with the topic."
Her words hung thickly in the air as Izuku's headache intensified into a dull pounding behind his eyes. What on earth would this assignment going to be?
Mina blew Izuku a kiss. "Anyway, let's meet up later this evening. See ya later, Daddy. Princess." With a final exaggerated sway of her hips, she strutted away, leaving a stupefied Izuku and Ochaco gaping in her wake, neither able to find their voices.
Time Skip to Homeroom
Getting back to the dorms after his trip with Nana was anything but easy. There are several reporters and paparazzi at the gate, and they are not letting anyone through. Even though he doesn't mind getting through diplomatically, he's going to be late to his homeroom class, and he doesn't want that.
After finding a part of the gate with relatively few people, he went and jumped over the fence, getting inside UA property. A few reporters saw and started asking about how he got his powers and those kinds of stuff.
He ignored them, walking back to the Heights Alliance dorm building and taking off his disguise as soon as he got inside. He headed upstairs and changed into his uniform, the noise outside thankfully diminishing, and went out to class.
Izuku's head spun as he tried to process everything he'd learned from Nimue, the revelations swirling like a morning fog. He would mull it over later. For now, he arrived at the classroom a few minutes early, the familiar blend of dusty chalk and disinfectant greeting his nose.
The other students were already seated when he walked in, their hushed chatter like raindrops pattering on the windows. Aizawa stood at the front, dark circles etched beneath his bloodshot eyes.
"Sorry for being late," Izuku said, sliding into the creaky desk next to Ochaco. Her sweet floral scent wafted over as she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, Midoriya, you're right on time," Aizawa reassured in his gravelly tone. The class settled into their normal homeroom routine, a monotonous drone punctuated by the scratching of pens on paper.
Midway through, Aizawa cleared his throat. "Chin up, everyone. We're having a hero special informatics lesson today."
The students exchanged uneasy glances, shoulders tensing. They knew their teacher's idea of "informatics" all too well.
Noticing their trepidation, Aizawa continued, "Relax. The class won't be anything too strenuous. I know the Sports Festival and the subsequent media frenzy took a toll on you. But don't worry, I won't push you. You'll get to pick hero names today."
"Finally! The real start of my hero career!" Kaminari's voice rang out, crackling with excitement.
"Pick a good one, Kaminari. Remember, your name is the first step to getting popular," Kirishima said, his sharp teeth glinting in the fluorescent lights.
"This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned before. The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend the offers to first years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often canceled if that interest dies down by graduation," Aizawa explained, his deep voice reverberating.
"So we're here to prove ourselves once we get picked, right?" Hagakure's disembodied voice piped up, laced with determination.
"That's right. And here are the totals for those with offers..." Aizawa paused, letting the weight of the moment hang in the air like a thick fog before continuing in a clipped tone, "Midoriya: 9001. Pendragon: 6600. Todoroki: 4090. Ashido: 3673. Bakugo: 3221..."
A ripple of gasps and murmurs washed over the class at the staggering numbers. Izuku's heart pounded in his ears as his name was called with the highest tally.
"Yaoyorozu: 780. Tokoyami: 240. Iida: 205. Kaminari: 190. Kirishima: 68. In other years, it's been more spread out, but all eyes were on these five this year," Aizawa said, his gaze sweeping over the stunned students.
"I had a feeling already, but damn, what a difference!" Kaminari exclaimed, slumping back in his squeaky chair, dejection clouding his bright eyes.
"Especially Midoriya," Tsu croaked, tilting her head inquisitively.
"Keeping these results in mind, whether or not anyone asked for you, you will all be participating in internships with pros," Aizawa stated flatly.
"Intern?" Izuku asked, the word feeling foreign on his tongue.
"Yeah. It will be a meaningful training for you to see a hero work in action," the shaggy-haired teacher replied, notes of weariness creeping into his gruff voice.
The strong scent of pheromones preceded Midnight's sauntering entrance. "You will choose your hero names," she purred, a Cheshire grin playing across her ruby lips. "Like Aizawa said, this is a serious matter. Your choice today will have a lasting impact on the future."
"Your hero name will be with you for the rest of your career, and even after, so choose wisely. It's the first step towards creating your hero persona. You will have twenty minutes to brainstorm your hero name and submit your ideas to me. Then we'll discuss it as a class. I expect nothing but the best from all of you," Midnight declared, her voice a tantalizing lilt that sent a feeling of anticipation throughout the room.
The students immediately set to work, some feverishly scribbling in their notebooks while others leaned back, eyes unfocused as they pondered their choices. The only sounds were the furious scratching of pens and the occasional creak of a chair.
"The first step is to decide what kind of hero you want to be. Once you've settled on a name, show it to everyone. I'll judge if it's suitable for a hero," Midnight added, her full lips curving into an impish smile as she sauntered around the classroom, heels clacking on the tile.
"I hope I can come up with a cool hero name. Something that embodies my ideals," Kirishima murmured, mostly to himself. His brow furrowed as he tapped his pen rhythmically against the desk.
"Yeah, that's pretty much a must," Kaminari agreed with a vigorous nod, blond hair flopping into his eyes.
Jirou glanced sidelong at the redhead the asked, "What kind of hero do you want to be, Kirishima?"
A determined light entered Kirishima's eyes as he sat up straighter. "Hmmm. A hero like Crimson Riot. Strong, manly, and true."
"Crimson Riot, huh? I haven't heard that name in a while," Bakugou mused, features twisting into a scowl as if the very name left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Wait, you're a fan of him, too?" Kirishima asked, scarlet eyes alight with newfound enthusiasm.
"Who the fuck cares? Let's get on with the name choosing," the ash-blond snarled, tiny explosive pops emanating from his clenched fists.
Kirishima simply chuckled, utterly unruffled. "Come on, man, don't be so crass. Hey, what kind of hero do you want to be, Bakugou?"
Bakugo's jaw clenched, muscles coiled tight as a trembling fist smashed into his open palm. "I want to be the number one hero. I'll beat ALL MIGHT and everyone else. The title of number one hero will be mine." His crimson glare faltered momentarily as it landed on Izuku.
A quiet fell over their corner of the room, the weight of Bakugou's declaration hanging thick in the air. Kirishima finally broke the tense silence with a low whistle. "Well, I guess that's the ultimate goal for most heroes. It's pretty hard, though, to beat ALL MIGHT, nevermind Midori-bro."
"I know that," Bakugou snapped, vermillion eyes blazing with defiant fire. "That's why I'll become the number one hero. I won't let them stop me."
"Yeah, that's the spirit," the redhead said with an easy grin, seemingly immune to his friend's prickly demeanor.
Bakugou snorted derisively but said nothing more as the rest of the class continued pondering their choices in hushed contemplation.
Jirou wanted to use this as a springboard to asking about Midoriya, but decided against it. She's too nervous doing so right in front of Pendragon, who is rumored to be his girlfriend. Rather, if she isn't his girlfriend, it'll be weird. But she can't help wanting to get closer to him. It's a feeling shared by most of the girls in 1-A. This is, of course, noticed by a certain acid-quirked sorceress who had a large grin on her face.
The next twenty minutes trickled by in tense silence, the only sounds the soft scratching of pens and the occasional rustling of paper. The air grew thick with concentration, each student lost in their own visions of heroism.
At last, Midnight's sultry voice sliced through the hush. "Time's up, heroes. Let's hear what you've come up with." She strode to the front of the class, hips swaying hypnotically. "Who wants to go first?"
Yaoyorozu rose gracefully, dark ponytail swishing. Clearing her throat, she flipped over her whiteboard with a flourish. "Everything Hero: Creati."
"Creati? That's a cool name, Yaoyorozu," Mightnight said.
A murmur of agreement rippled through the class like a gentle breeze. Yaoyorozu's cheeks tinged pink at the praise. "Thank you. It's derived from creation, symbolizing my quirk."
"Very well. It's a simple yet catchy name," Midnight purred in that rich, honeyed tone that made the hair prickle on the back of Izuku's neck.
Next was Todoroki, rising with a practiced elegance that bespoke his prestigious upbringing. But there was a tension in his movements, a hitch in his breath as he stared down at the floor, bifurcated hair obscuring his features. When he finally spoke, shame tinged his usually dispassionate voice.
"For such a long time, I have denied using my left side, stubbornly thinking that I could become the number one hero without the help of my old man." He paused, raising his heterochromatic gaze to meet Izuku's, a flicker of remorse flickering in those molten depths. "But I've come to learn just how naive that was. There are more powerful people out there, and I realized I'm going to have to use my all not only to achieve my dream, but also to save lives."
Izuku offered an encouraging smile, green eyes shining with empathy and respect for his friend's journey.
Drawing a fortifying breath, Todoroki flipped over his board. The class gasped almost in unison at the bold name scrawled there. "I'm going to be The Rekindled Hero: Frostfire."
A hushed awe descended as if the weight of the name resonated to the whole class. Even Bakugou's usual scowl had softened to a look of grudging approval.
"Rekindled?" Midnight asked at last, perfectly arched brows raised delicately.
"I'll rekindle the meaning of my left side, which was something that I had despised, and turn it into something positive," Todoroki explained, newfound conviction ringing in his words. "My old man's fire and mom's ice are now combined as one. It's my declaration that I'm no longer holding back, and I'm going to give it my all."
Midnight's crimson lips curved in a slow, predatory smile. "Hmm. That's very poetic. Well done, Todoroki." She inclined her head in a regal nod of respect as the young man took his seat once more.
Ochaco stepped up next, back ramrod straight and chin held high. There was a serene confidence in her warm chestnut eyes as she flipped over her board with a flourish.
"Gravity Hero: Uravity!"
The painted letters seemed to hang in the air like a proclamation. A few students exchanged confused glances, but most simply waited with bated breath for her explanation.
"My last name before I reunited with my parents was Uraraka. Back then, I lived a totally different life," Ochaco said, a wistful lilt entering her melodious voice. She gazed at Izuku, eyes shining with profound love and gratitude. "That's why I will combine this name with my quirk, as to not forget where I came from."
Izuku felt his chest tighten with the same fierce pride and affection he saw reflected in her earthy brown irises. He gave her an encouraging nod and a smile brighter than the midday sun.
"I see. Well, it's a good name. And I like the sentimental value behind it," Midnight commented, approval radiating from her curvaceous form like body heat.
"Thank you." Ochaco dipped into a decorous bow before reclaiming her seat, the floral notes of her shampoo wafting through the air.
Up next was Kirishima, fairly vibrating with scarcely contained eagerness. Shooting finger guns at his friends, he flipped his board with a wolfish grin. "Red Riot!"
The bold crimson strokes seemed to blaze against the stark white background. Izuku felt his lips quirk in an answering smile at the sheer unbridled energy radiating from the redhead.
"Red Riot?" A few bemused voices echoed the proclamation like distant thunder.
Undeterred, Kirishima puffed out his chest with jaunty pride. "I've always admired Crimson Riot, and I want to be a hero like him. Red Riot is the embodiment of my ideals."
His scarlet eyes danced with an intensity to match his vividly colored hair. The quirky lopsided grin, the boisterous cadence; it was so perfectly, unashamedly Kirishima.
"It's a good name. Well done, Kirishima," Midnight praised, a hint of laughter dancing at the edges of her tone.
With a sharp-toothed grin and a thumbs-up, the eccentric young man plopped back into his creaky chair, the very picture of nonchalant satisfaction.
The next presenter needed no introduction. Bakugou surged to his feet like an explosive force of nature, the very air seeming to crackle and hiss around him. Smoke seemed to wisp from his flared nostrils as he glared at the board with palpable disdain.
"King Explosion Murder!" he snarled, flipping it over with enough vehemence to crack the plywood.
A disbelieving hush fell over the classroom, as if the very name had sucked all ambient sound into a vacuum. Even the usually unflappable Midnight appeared briefly stunned into unblinking silence.
Then, recovering herself with a shake of her midnight tresses, she cleared her throat disapprovingly. "Excuse me? No, absolutely not."
The words seemed to detonate against Bakugo's already lit fuse. "What?! Come on, you old hag!" he exploded, miniature bombs bursting from his furiously clenched fists.
Crimson eyes flashing with dangerous temper, Midnight leaned forward with astonishing poise. "No! There's no way in hell I'm letting a heroics student call themselves King Explosion Murder." Her full red lips twisted in a mocking sneer. "Also, call me an old hag again, and I'll make sure you wake up inside a lost cargo in the middle of the ocean. Did I make myself clear?"
She delivered the ominous threat in such a saccharine lilt that it seemed to freeze the very air in the room. Even Bakugou faltered, jaw going slack as he registered the implications behind that brilliant, razor-edged smile.
The ash-blond scowled deeper than ever before. "Then I'm changing it to Lord Explosion Murder!"
A heavy sigh tumbled from Midnight's plump lips. "That's not any better. You'll have to come up with something else."
A tremor seemed to run through Bakugo's muscled frame as if physically restraining the blast of rage that threatened to erupt. His crimson eyes bored into Midnight with a look that could scorch steel.
"Fuck!" The guttural curse ripped from his throat like shrapnel as he slammed back into his seat hard enough to make the metal legs shriek in protest. Tiny explosions popped and fizzled in his clenched fists as he pointedly turned away, jaw working furiously.
An uncomfortable silence hung thick in the air, the tension almost a tangible force. Midnight simply arched one perfecty sculpted brow, seemingly unruffled.
"Remember, your name is a part of your image, so be sure to consider what you want it to convey," she addressed the class in that rich, honeyed tone that somehow managed to sound both sultry and stern. "You only get one shot, so don't mess it up."
The warning seemed to sap what little levity remained from the room. Students shifted awkwardly in their creaky seats as if the weight of her words had physically settled upon their shoulders.
Tokoyami was the next to break the strained hush, rising with an almost eerie grace. His raven head dipped in a solemn nod as he turned over his board with deliberate movements.
"Dark Shadow Hero: Tsukuyomi."
A hushed murmur of appreciation rippled through the class at the evocative name.
"Oh, that's a nice one," Midnight purred, dewy lips curving in one of her rare, genuine smiles. "It's poetic and it suits your quirk. I love it."
A faint dusting of color bloomed high on Tokoyami's cheekbones at the praise. "I'm glad you like it. Thank you."
He reclaimed his seat with the same serene quiet he'd risen, an air of contained power thrumming around him like a current. Up next was the towering figure of Shoji Mezo, all rippling muscle.
Flipping over his board with one massive hand, he revealed his chosen name in a deep baritone rumble. "Tentacole."
Midnight's full lips curved in an approving smirk. "Wow. Straight to the point. Very well done."
Shoji inclined his head a fraction, facial features betraying not a flicker of emotion. "Thank you." His voice seemed to reverberate from his very core as he sat once more.
The presentations carried on in a similar vein, each student injecting their own unique flair and personality into their newly minted hero persona. Even Bakugou seemed somewhat mollified as he watched his classmates getting their names approved.
Then it was Ashido's turn, and the cheerful girl with playful horns bounded to the front with infectious energy. Whipping her board around with a cheeky grin, she presented her choice with a boisterous wink.
"I'm going to be 'Izuku's #1 Fan'!"
A stunned silence crashed over the room, broken only by the sound of Ochaco's poorly-smothered jealousy. Izuku felt every eye swivel to pin him with varying degrees of shock, amusement, and bewilderment.
'What did I do to deserve this?' he thought.
"No. Absolutely not," Midnight stated in a tone that quite literally brooked no argument.
Ashido's exuberant grin withered like a plucked bloom. "But—"
"No buts," the R-rated heroine said with finality. "It's not happening."
The dejected pout on Ashido's berry-stained lips was nearly comical enough to break the tension.
Shooting his girlfriend a pleading look, Izuku tried his best to silently diffuse the unamused fury simmering beneath her sunny exterior. Subtle as a sledgehammer, that one.
Tsuyu rose next, every movement emanating an effortless poise. Her obsidian eyes shone with quiet determination as she turned over her board with a deft flip of her wrist.
"Tsuyu. Rainy Season Hero: Froppy."
A small, breathy chorus of appreciative murmurs danced through the classroom. Even Bakugou gave an infinitesimal nod of grudging approval, lips still pursed in a petulant scowl.
"I like it. It's simple, yet memorable. Good job, Asui," Midnight praised. Her full crimson lips curved in a predatory smile that somehow managed to be both ravenous and delighted.
"Call me Tsu. I want everyone to call me that," the frog-girl stated. It was not a request.
"I'll make sure of it."
The compact promise hung in the air with all the tangibility of a vow as Tsuyu reclaimed her seat with effortless grace. Up next was the ever-animated Sero Hanta, practically vibrating with hyperactive energy.
Bounding to the front with a broad grin, he flipped his board with a theatrical flourish that set the industrial lighting glinting off the glossy painted surface. "Taping Hero: Cellophane."
Kirishima let out an appreciative whoop. "Nice one, Sero! I can definitely see the heroic appeal."
Sero puffed out his chest with exaggerated bravado, basking in the praise as Midnight's dewy lips curved in an indulgent smirk. "I like it. It's not flashy, but it's memorable. Great job."
"Thanks!" The dark-haired young man beamed as if he'd just been handed the key to the universe itself.
As Sero bounced back to his seat, Hagakure took center stage in a swirl of invisible motion. A bright peal of laughter bubbled forth from the empty space before her disembodied voice rang out.
"Here's my idea. Stealth Hero: Invisible Girl."
Izuku couldn't help but grin at the infectious mirth, feeling the jovial energy ripple through the room like sunbeams through trees.
"It's a bit long, but it's a good name," Midnight mused with an appraising tilt of her head. "It's straight to the point, and it matches your quirk."
An audible squeal of glee pierced the air, quickly dissolving into bubbly giggling as the invisible girl floated back to her desk. The lighthearted sound seemed to chase away the lingering tension like smoke on the breeze.
Then it was Izuku's turn to take the floor. Drawing a fortifying breath, he flipped over his board with measured confidence. The bold strokes seemed to blaze against the stark backdrop with all the ferocity of his explosive quirk.
"The Unstoppable Hero: Force Majeure."
Izuku wasn't looking for a flashy hero name. All he ever wanted was to rescue people and be someone who could step in and change the tide of any situation. He was an unstoppable force, a walking 'Force Majeure,' an event so powerful it couldn't be controlled or contained. The name stuck, a testament to his unwavering will and the sheer, unstoppable might he wielded. It wasn't a boast, but a promise. No matter the obstacle, The Unstoppable Hero: Force Majeure, would find a way.
A hushed sort of awe fell over the classroom, as if the very air had been forcibly expelled from their lungs. Though whether by reverence or sheer bewilderment, Izuku couldn't tell. He did his best not to shrink beneath the weight of their rapt stares.
Ochaco beamed up at him, pride and adoration shining like a supernova in those warm earthy depths. Catching her gaze, Izuku felt his shoulders straighten almost instinctively.
At last, Midnight found her voice again. A slow, appreciative smile bloomed across her full lips as she openly raked her eyes over the Evoker.
"Wow. It's not every day I see a hero name that sounds intimidating yet fits the user so perfectly." There was an unmistakable heat in her tone like molten gold being poured over shattered glass. "Good job, Midoriya."
"Thank you."
His voice didn't waver in the slightest. With a final nod of acknowledgement, he reclaimed his seat beside the beaming Ochaco. She reached out under the desk to give his hand a proud, reassuring squeeze.
Midnight's dewy gaze lingered a beat too long on Izuku before sweeping over the rest of the class. "You're very welcome."
The husky timbre of her voice seemed to reverberate through the stuffy classroom like the distant purr of a jungle cat. A few of the students shifted uncomfortably in their creaky seats, the heavy silence stretching taut as a wire.
Then Ashido was bounding to the front again, all nervous energy and barely contained exuberance. She flashed the room a cheeky wink before presenting her new choice with a flourish.
"The Bubblegum Hero: Pinky!"
An amused titter rippled through the class at the cutesy name. Even Bakugo's perpetual scowl twitched as if forcibly restraining a derisive snort. But it was hard to miss the way Izuku's lips curved in a small, indulgent smile at the pinkette's exuberance.
"I love it," Midnight purred, rich alto tinged with undisguised approval. "It's cute and memorable. Good job."
Ashido's beaming smile could have outshone a supernova as she vibrated in place like an ecstatic tuning fork. "Thanks!"
There was an almost tangible swell of relieved levity in the room, as if her unrestrained glee had swept away the last lingering vestiges of tension. Up in the front row, Iida's shoulders seemed to shed their rigid line as his sharp features softened infinitesimally.
Izuku couldn't help but notice the furrow deeply etched between the bespectacled teen's brows, however, nor the way his fingers clenched convulsively around the slender board clutched in his hands. He looked...conflicted, almost pained, azure irises brimming with a tempest of indecipherable emotion.
For a suspended heartbeat, it seemed as if the very world had ceased spinning on its axis, freeze-framed by the sheer force of Iida's roiling inner turmoil. Izuku found himself leaning forward unconsciously, holding his breath in rapt anticipation.
Then, with deliberate and surprising gentleness, Iida flipped over the board to reveal his chosen name. The sharp intake of Midnight's breath was audible, echoed by a dozen other shocked gasps.
Emblazoned in Iida's meticulous hand were the simple characters: "Tenya."
His own given name. Nothing more.
A bewildered hush crashed over the room like a tidal wave as every eye turned towards the engine-legged youth. Bakugo was the first to break the silence, voice dripping with a toxic mix of derision and disbelief.
"The fuck, Four Eyes? You're seriously just going with your lame-ass name?"
A muscle twitched in Iida's tightly clenched jaw, but he stood utterly motionless, azure irises burning with an intensity to match Hellfire itself. Izuku felt his gut clench in a sudden swell of empathy and trepidation.
This was...significant. Meaningful in a way that transcended mere words. He could feel it thrumming in the air with the same weighty solemnity as a solemn vow.
Midnight seemed to sense it too. Inclining her head in a slow, regal acknowledgment, she pierced Iida with a look of startling clarity.
"Hmm. I see," she mused, perfectly sculpted lips pursing in contemplation. "It's not bad. But do you really want to go with your name?"
If the tension in the air could have been given mass, it would have smothered them all like an inexorable gravitational force. Iida met Midnight's crimson stare with an unwavering cerulean blaze of his own.
"Yes."
The single syllable seemed to reverberate through the core of the earth itself, layered over with the weight of a thousand unspoken implications. For a heartbeat, no one so much as dared to draw breath.
Then Midnight gave an infinitesimal nod of acceptance, features utterly inscrutable.
"Okay. If you're fine with it."
And just like that, the spell was broken. Iida inclined his head in a sharp, respectful bow before pivoting on his heel and reclaiming his seat with robotic efficiency.
As the rest of the class began to dissolve into hushed murmurings and sidelong glances, Izuku couldn't shake the feeling that something large had just occurred.
Swallowing hard against the lump constricting his windpipe, he dragged his gaze back towards the front of the classroom where Midnight seemed to be wrapping up the proceedings. As the other students began milling about, off to contemplate their next steps, Izuku knew one thing for certain.
He was going to get to the bottom of this mystery, one way or another.
The tension lingered after Bakugou was the only one unable to choose a hero name before time ran out. He was instructed to decide on one soon.
Once they finished selecting their names, the students went their separate ways, most pondering which professional offer to accept, while one had already made an unlikely choice.
Meanwhile, Izuku headed back to the Crowley residence for the second time that day to complete their Ceremonial Magic homework. He and Mina planned to change clothes first, as she mentioned needing to retrieve something. However, Izuku was surprised to find Mina already waiting when he arrived.
"Hi Daddy!" she greeted in an unexpectedly flirtatious cheerleader outfit.
"Why are you dressed like that, Mina?" Izuku asked, his eyes briefly wandering over her revealing attire before snapping back to her face.
"Do you like it?" She batted her long eyelashes at him.
"Of course I do. That doesn't answer the question," Izuku countered, attempting to maintain a semblance of seriousness despite the distracting display before him.
Undeterred, Mina explained her unconventional choice, her words tinged with a hint of mischief. "Isn't that enough of a reason? If Ochaco-chan would be pleased to see you in swim trunks, wouldn't you do it?" she reasoned, her logic as bold as her outfit.
Izuku had to concede she made a fair point. "I suppose, but why here for our homework?"
"The Ceremonial Magic lesson involves...activities, and since Ochaco isn't comfortable going that far, I'm providing an alternative stimulus," she explained with a wink. "The cheerleader look may not be ideal, but I can pull it off, don't you think?"
Izuku tried not to stare at her large breasts and bare midriff, though his success is debatable, "Yeah...you look great."
"Good afternoon, My Heart." Izuku heard a voice call out behind him and his mood instantly turned 180 degrees. "Are you looking forward to today's homework?" Ochaco asked.
"To be honest, not really," he answered as he turned around. Izuku, upon looking at Ochaco's face, find it's obvious that she's trying to hide that she's sad that the previous activity reserved just for the two of them where they can rationalize their forbidden activities as a simple homework, now includes Mina.
"I would have thought the idea of two girls competing to give you pleasure would be a pleasant thought?" she asked.
"Well. Yes. But I don't want to see you miserable," he said. While most of his classmates would kill to be in his position, seeing Ochaco become sadder as Mina infiltrated the one thing that's supposed to be for the two of us, killed all enthusiasm he may have had.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense as Mina interjected, her words laced with a hint of sarcasm. "So, when's the funeral?" she quipped, her attempt at humor failing to alleviate the palpable tension in the room.
"What?"
"I assumed someone died, from the way you two look."
Sensing the need to diffuse the mounting tension, Izuku sighed heavily, his patience wearing thin. "Let's just head up to the room, get this over with," he suggested, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere that threatened to engulf them all.
As they settled into their designated workspace, Ochaco took charge, her voice calm yet tinged with uncertainty. "Shall I open the envelope?" she inquired, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the task at hand.
Izuku nodded in assent, his expression a mask of resignation as he braced himself for what lay ahead. "Sure, go ahead," he conceded, his voice betraying a hint of resignation.
"Oral tradition lies at the heart of Ceremonial Magic. In today's homework, let each other guide you in giving and receiving oral pleasure."
Izuku rolled his eyes, "Yeah, that's about what I expected. I take it the dress code involves moonlight?"
Unbeknownst to them, Mina's at the corner, frowning to herself.
"Indeed. Well, it will not get any better for waiting, I suppose," she said.
"I'm sorry, love," he said.
At this point, Mina has had enough. "Do you even listen to yourself, Ochaco? Like 'Oh I am sorry, my beloved Knight. Duty doth be Long and Hard, like Thine Cock.'"
"Be nice, Mina," Izuku commanded.
"But I am being nice, Daddy!" she exclaimed before turning back to Ochaco, "Ochaco, you're totally radiating unhappiness here. You need to learn to let go a little," she said.
"Mina, just stop it," Izuku once again, said.
"Oh, do be quiet, Daddy. I'm doing this for you. Trust me, you'll be happy with me this time," she reassured him.
He looked at her sceptically, before asking, "More of your Voices?"
"Nope. Just experience," she shrugged before continuing, "Ochaco, you're freaking out, which is making Izuku freak out, which is leaking all over our bond. It's giving me a headache," she said.
This surprised Izuku so he asked, "What's leaking where?"
"Our bond. Like, I can feel strong emotions through it? I guess it only works one way, since you're not feeling anything from me," Mina wondered.
"Either that, or I'm just blind to this, like a lot of other things. So you can sense my emotions?" he asked.
"Only strong ones. Anger, Frustrations, Fear, Lust. Right now, the two of you are like amping each other up. Could you just stop, please?"
"So you can feel when I'm horny?" he couldn't help but ask.
"I hardly need the bond for that, Daddy, especially for your size. I'm a Ceremonial Mage, it's what I do. But right now all I'm getting is frustration and anger, and that's not really useful. So quiet down. Please, Daddy; everything I do, I do for you."
"I'll...try. I'm sorry, Ochaco."
Satisfied with what she heard, Mina then continued, "Ochaco, I share a special bond with Izuku. One you can never fully understand."
This made Izuku do a spit-take, "You're not helping here, Mina."
"Quiet being the operative word here, Daddy," she said. Seeing that Izuku's not saying anything, she continued talking to Ochaco. "But the two of you share a bond I can never be part of. Whenever he looks at you, when he forgets I'm here, I can feel the love shining through the bond. It hurts a little, that I know that will never be for me. But it's there, nonetheless."
"So I need you to stop freaking out about me stealing your boyfriend just because I'm better at sucking cock and taking it in the ass. That would never happen. Instead, I'm going to teach you, because that is what Daddy deserves."
"Mina..." Izuku started.
This irritated the chosen so she said, "I told you to be quiet, Daddy. Anyway, you're not needed here, go pester Midnight-sensei or something."
"What?"
"I bought a couple of cucumbers as teaching aids. Your cock would be just a distraction. For both of us. So shoo. Come back in a few hours or something," she said.
"Are you okay with this, Ochaco?"
This time, it's her time to sigh, "Just go, my heart. I'd rather be nibbling cucumbers than watching her suck your thing."
"I guess Mina's intervention might be necessary. First lesson, no nibbling," he said.
"And that is why I am the master at this, Daddy, and you are not. Nothing wrong with some nibbling, in the right time and place. Now go away, you're disturbing my lecture," she said as she's pushing Izuku out of the door.
"I'll see you later, My Love."
"You will, Ochaco. You have my word."
Once he's out of the door, the two girls went back to their room and locked the door, though for what Mina is going to teach Ochaco, locking the door wouldn't make a difference. He went downstairs to sit at the bar.
Midnight say it and exclaimed in surprise. "Down so soon, Izuku? I thought you'd be balls deep in a threesome right now?"
"Considering they're both virgins, I don't know what I'd be balls deep in," he replied.
"Where there's a hole, there's a way," she joked, her ruby-painted lips curving into a sly smile. "What's bugging you, Izuku? Pour yourself a beer, and sit down with me," Midnight said, patting the worn, wooden stool beside her.
The crisp scent of hops and malt wafted through the dimly-lit pub as Izuku nodded. "Sure, why not?"
"You can leave the ¥2,000 in the cash register for me," she added with a wink.
"Very funny, Nemuri. I'm merely taking a quality sample, after some customers complained about our beer last night," Izuku said, lifting the glass to his lips and savoring the rich, foamy liquid.
Bemused, Midnight let out a small laugh that tinkled like wind chimes. "You're learning. Good. And for the record, no customer has ever complained about the quality of my beer. Or at least none have survived doing it." She leaned closer, her musky perfume enveloping him. "So Izuku, why are you down here talking to Auntie Nemuri instead of up there with the two nubile young girls eager to fuck you?"
"Auntie?" he asked, unsure how to feel about that.
"I was in bed when you were conceived, that makes me some kind of relative, surely. Now stop trying to derail me."
"Doesn't Sorcery tell you this?"
Her expression grew fierce, eyes narrowing. "Any idiot that relies on Sorcery to tell them everything they need to know deserves whatever happens to them. Unless you want to be a tool for others, Sorcery is only valuable when you can fit the puzzle pieces together. And for that, you need knowledge."
"It's nothing that interesting. Mina is upstairs teaching Ochaco how to suck a cucumber."
This made the R-18 hero pause for a moment, not sure if Izuku was telling the truth or pulling her leg. The faint sound of girlish giggles drifted down from above, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "You know...of all the things I expected, that wasn't on the list."
"And here I thought Sorceresses knew everything."
"Well, it doesn't hurt to give that impression. But largely, I know only what I need to know. And often just bits and pieces of that."
"You mentioned that, yeah."
"So for example, say...some mage or villain with an irrational hatred for me came storming into the pub right now. It's not as if I could fight him with magic. I'm no Evoker."
"Why would he have an 'irrational' hatred for you?"
"I don't know. Maybe someone stole something from him, or blackmailed him, or something. It's irrational, as I said. Anyway, Sorcery wouldn't tell me he's coming, and it wouldn't help me fight him," she said, her voice low and conspiratorial.
"Seems pretty useless then?" It didn't seem that way for Mina during the Sports Festival, but maybe it's unrelated to Sorcery.
"Ah, but you see, it would nudge me to prepare. I'd get an urge to polish my gun collection. Or maybe a desire to sit down for a beer with my strapping young Evoker bouncer as he comes raging through the door," she said, gesturing to the weathered oak entrance.
Izuku's eyes turned to the door, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses from the other patrons filling his ears. "He's going to storm in any moment now, isn't he? Whoever he is?"
Midnight only shrugged, the dim candlelight casting flickering shadows across her features. "Not that I'm aware of. I certainly hope not. Having an Evoker unleash full power in enclosed spaces would be a pain to clean after, assuming there is any left to clean. But you see my point?"
"So, you're just following urges?"
"Oh yes. And with a little bit of self-control, you can nudge those urges. You think to yourself, I'm starving. I wish I had a big fat wad of cash, so I could eat."
"And money just falls out of the sky?"
"Oh, hardly. But if you do it right, you'll get an urge to take a walk down the street someday, and encounter an ongoing kidnapping scene of a young child, with very generous parents," she started, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.
"And you stop it and rescue the kid, thus getting a reward?"
"We're speaking hypothetically here, but I'd do whatever felt natural. Most of the time, that would be the case, but at times, it might be smarter to follow them, and I'll likely stumble upon a human trafficking ring, with not one, but dozens of kids with desperate parents that will pay whatever price they need to get their child back. A little surveying in the area, and would you look at that? An air vent I can use my quirk, then saunter inside, capture the villains, and rescue the children without resistance."
"That sounds...opportunistic," Izuku said, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversation swirling around them.
"All Sorceresses are. You're lucky your little pinkette is your Chosen. I imagine bad things would happen if she isn't at this point," she said, her words hanging heavy in the smoky air.
"Wait, what do you-" Izuku started, leaning forward.
But Midnight interrupted him, holding up a perfectly manicured hand. "By the way, have you decided where you're going for your internship?"
"I'm thinking of accepting your offer. While it would help spread my name, it's inefficient to go away and not have access to the portal to Elsewhere."
"But getting strong isn't the only reason to go to an internship, Izuku," she replied, her voice taking on a maternal tone as she placed a hand on his arm.
"No, it will help spread my name as well as give me more idea about Hero work. But my name can't be more widely known after my overwhelming victory during the Sports Festival. And I have two more years to learn the other aspects of Hero work. I'm afraid that if I don't become strong enough as soon as possible, there won't be a next year." The weight of his words seemed to hang in the smoky air, mingling with the scents of stale beer and sweat.
"That's good. You're learning to prioritize," she said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before releasing it.
"Do you know more about my destiny?" he asked Midnight, leaning in closer, his eyes searching hers.
"Why do you think I'll have the answer to that when your Chosen doesn't?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement as she took a sip of her beer, the amber liquid leaving a frothy mustache on her upper lip.
"You've been a Sorceress far longer than her. Shouldn't you be more powerful and know more?"
"I'm flattered you think so highly of me, Izuku. While it's true I have more experience than someone who refused to listen to the Voices less than two weeks ago and know more, I'm far from being more powerful than...that," she said, her gaze distant as she stared into the depths of her glass.
"What do you mean?" Izuku asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"I meant what I said. Your Chosen is far more powerful than most Sorceresses who ever lived. Right now, I can only think of two other people alive who could outmatch her, but they're both much more clueless and blind, unfortunately."
"That's weird. Would being blind really be a problem with Sorceresses?"
"I don't know. They haven't told me," she said, a wistful smile playing across her lips as the laughter and clinking of glasses swirled around them.
Izuku and Nemuri spent hours drinking and conversing about Sorcery, Hero work, and surprisingly, relationships. The dim lighting of the pub cast a warm glow as they exchanged stories and advice.
After a few hours, Mina was the first to descend the stairs, followed by Ochaco.
"Good to see you're enjoying yourself, Daddy," Mina said with a playful wink.
"Ah, you're done. Do you need a live model for the next stage?" he asked.
"No. It was...interesting. But I have some things I need to do, and some things to think about, before I am ready to move from cucumbers," Ochaco said, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Too bad," he said.
This made Ochaco giggle, "Poor love. I promise I will make it up to you another time," she then turned to Mina. "Thank you, Mina. That was very instructive. You are an excellent teacher."
This surprised Izuku as he tried pinching his cheeks to see if he was dreaming.
"It was fun, actually. Do let me know if it works, okay?" Mina replied.
"Why do the two of you plotting fill me with dread?" Izuku with a chuckle.
"Oh, don't worry too much, Daddy. Not every surprise is a bad one," Mina told him. "Anyway, it was very nice to finally be able to talk. I'm sorry I was being a bitch to you, but it was for your own good," she told Ochaco before heading outside.
Still confused about this drastic change between the two's dynamic, Izuku said, "What did you two talk about?"
"Oh, nothing much, My Love. Girl things. I believe we are finally starting eye-to-eye about you. And she has a really amazing way with...cucumbers," she said.
"I wouldn't know," Izuku said with a shrug.
She looked Izuku resolutely in the eye. "I've now come to the conclusion. Izuku. Other girls could borrow your body occassionally, so long as your heart belongs to me."
This took Izuku by surprise. He knew she was open-minded, but... "Are you sure? I don't want to overstep any boundaries."
"I have a newfound perspective thanks to Mina's wisdom. I have some interesting ideas for what we could be doing for our next date. Shall we meet up next Sunday?"
Thinking for a moment, Izuku said, "Actually, Saturday would be better," he said.
"I can see the little wheels moving. What are you planning this time?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking I'd like to wake up next to you and spend a few hours not worrying about going to class immediately."
Not really against the idea, but still unsure about it, she said, "I...do not know. Perhaps?"
"We'll see if it feels right at the time. But I at least want the option."
"So where do we meet?"
"How about we do this for the whole day? We meet early at the train station. We'll can go back to the Planetarium, dinner in Chojiya and we finish off here," he said, already planning a great finish to the date that involves roses, scented oil, and lingerie. "You know, I've been thinking about something."
"What is it, My Love?" Ochaco asked.
"Now that we no longer have the study date to ourselves anymore, maybe it's time for us to no longer use it as an excuse to exercise intimacy."
Ochaco's eyes widened, "Izuku, you know I have to at least pretend you have not ruined me."
"Come on, Ochaco, it's not like we need a 90-year-old virgin to tell we're allowed to kiss."
"I do not know. As long as it was just 'homework', I could justify it..." she trailed off.
"You mean pretend it didn't really matter? That you were still your pure self?" he finished her thought.
Ochaco nodded slowly. "Yes."
"And now, if I asked you to undress or fool around, you'd actually have to own up to wanting it?"
She furrowed her brow. "You are not making this easy."
Izuku gave her a reassuring look. "Actually, I think facing this head-on could help us."
"How so?" Ochaco asked, her expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
"As I said, we've been using it as a crutch for us to have sexual intimacy while pretending we're still chaste..." he paused, reconsidering his words, "Well, that you're chaste. We both know I can be a lecher."
Ochaco laughed at what Izuku said, "Yes, you are. And you are working hard to make me just as bad."
"My point is," Izuku continued, "you enjoy this as much as me, right?"
Ochaco felt her cheeks warm slightly. "I...yes, I do."
"So here's what I propose..." Izuku leaned closer, his expression taking on an impish grin. "On our date, I'll be the one assigning the homework."
"I...are you sure? Will we be able to stop in time? Or will the lack of boundaries lead us to places we cannot go?"
"Relax. I'm not some sex-starved beast. You'll always be safe with me, Ochaco."
"But...there will still be lewd things?"
"Oh, yes. Are you okay with that?"
"Yes? Yes, I have...missed it. And I have missed you."
"Thank you, Ochaco."
"You look like you still have things to say?" she said.
"And before I forget, we're having a beach party at the Lake on Wednesday morning. I was hoping you'd come along."
"Yes, Mina mentioned it," she said.
'Where did she learn about that? Oh, right. Sorcery,' he thought.
"I was hoping you'd come along."
"I do not know, Izuku. I would love to spend time with you, but...Nimue is not my friend, and I do not share the Evoker's crazed notion of having a party in my enemy's garden," she said.
"Oh, that part's fine. Nimue's returned to whatever God made her Chosen. Now that she's done with it, it's mine."
This surprised Ochaco, "What do you mean, the Lake is yours?"
"According to her, Merlin and my father made the Glade for my use. As a base of operations or something."
She eyes went wide, "That is certainly a gift."
"So, rather than hanging out in your enemy's garden, how about hanging out in your boyfriend's garden?"
"I...yes. Of course, my heart. I will be there."
"You don't seem excited about this," Izuku observed.
"It is nothing. So, on Wednesday?"
"Yupp. Meet me here at the Crowley."
"I shall look forward to it. But now I must go, my heart. I have some shopping to do. I need some clothes for it, and some vegetables. Cucumbers, I believe," Ochaco said, which greatly excited Izuku.
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Farewell, My Love. I shall see you tomorrow," she said.
"Bye, Ochaco."
"They've all gone?" Midnight asked from behind the bar.
"Yeah. Do you ever get used to all this strangeness around you?"
Midnight let out a hearty chuckle. "Not yet, at least. But that's half the fun. Take care, Izuku. Your journey is only beginning."
"Thanks, Midnight."
A/N: Thanks for reading this chapter! Hope you guys liked it! It's another pretty long one (still not as long as chapter 29) so I'm happy to finally be able to release this.
One of the things that I've kept coming back to in this chapter that I did not expect was Izuku's hero name. I've thought up quite a few and over the process of elimination, I was left these names:
"The Promised Hero: Winter King"
"The Powerhouse Hero: Dynamo"
"The Kinetic Hero: Juggernaut"
"The Pathfinder Hero: Kwisatz Haderach"
"The Unstoppable Hero: Force Majeure"
Each of them have reasons why I liked them, but between him not really being worthy of WK title yet, Dynamo not sounding as cool in my head, etc. I settled on Force Majeure as his temporary hero name before he can finally don the title of Winter King. It gives off "Invincible" vibes, if the name actually meant it.
As always, let me know if you have questions or feedback. I'm open to them.
Between SportsFes and the issues with Ochaco/Mina, I have been barely able to touch upon the other girls. Now that Ochaco officially opened up Izuku's side of the relationship, we can finally properly develop the harem and why they liked him aside from the "he's a good looking 'OP' guy" which really needs to get deeper than that. Not that it's still not a factor, of course. So that's what we're gonna do next chapter!
Next up: Intermission Chapter: Daily Life of a Bouncer Hero.