Izuku--

I had never imagined a simple errand could turn into such an awkward situation. The day started off normal enough. My classes at U.A. University had ended for the day, and Momo had asked to borrow my notes on Advanced Hero Tactics. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige. Momo was diligent and incredibly smart, and any opportunity to help her was an honor.

I made my way to her dorm room, clutching the neatly organized notes. The dormitory halls were quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling day I'd just had. I knocked on her door gently, and when there was no answer, I decided to leave the notes on her nightstand as she had instructed in her message.

As I stepped into Momo's room, the first thing that struck me was its meticulous organization. Everything had its place, from the bookshelves lined with textbooks to the neatly made bed. I walked over to the nightstand, placed the notes down, and turned to leave. That's when it happened.

A strange sensation washed over me, starting in my chest and spreading rapidly through my body. My vision blurred and then shifted dramatically as I felt myself shrinking, my limbs flattening and fusing with the floor. Panic gripped me, but it was too late. My quirk had activated on its own, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I had transformed into a floor mat.

My vision was bizarrely centered in the middle of the mat, making it difficult to take in my surroundings. I couldn't move or speak, just lay there, an inanimate object in Momo's room. "It won't be so bad," I tried to reassure myself. "What could possibly happen in twenty-four hours?"

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. The door handle turned, and the door creaked open. Momo stepped inside, her presence immediately felt. Her foot descended onto my surface, the warmth and slight moisture from her skin seeping into my fibers. One of her feet landed squarely on my left eye, plunging it into darkness. Through my right eye, I had a clear view up her skirt, catching a glimpse of her white lace panties. She paused, looking down with a puzzled expression. "This is odd," she murmured before moving further into the room, her weight a lingering pressure.

Next, Ochako entered, her steps light and delicate. She stopped just inside the doorway, marveling at the mat beneath her feet. "Momo, this mat feels amazing!" she exclaimed, wiggling her toes against me. Her foot pressed down on my right eye, and from my left eye, I could see up her skirt, noticing her pink panties adorned with a small bow. The warmth and gentle pressure were oddly comforting, a stark contrast to my helplessness.

Mina's entrance was full of energy and enthusiasm. Her footsteps were lively, each one sending a jolt through my flattened form. "Nice choice, Momo!" she said with a laugh, her voice bright and cheerful. As she stepped on me, her foot briefly obscured my left eye, but not before I caught a glimpse of her blue-striped panties. The impact of her energetic steps left a lingering sensation, a sharp reminder of my strange new reality.

Finally, Jiro walked in, her steps measured and deliberate. She paused, standing directly over me with one foot on either side of my eyes. Her expression was one of mild curiosity. Then she stepped directly on my right eye, her toes curling slightly as she tested the texture. From my left eye, I could see up her skirt, catching a glimpse of her black panties with a small silver studded design. She shifted her weight back and forth, pressing into me with deliberate care, her footfalls sending ripples of sensation through my being.

Their voices filled the room, animated and lively. "Let's move this mat closer to the bed so we can put our feet on it while we talk," Momo suggested. The other girls agreed enthusiastically.

With a firm grip, Momo lifted the mat slightly and dragged it closer to the bed. The sensation of being moved was disorienting, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I felt every fiber of my being stretch and shift as she repositioned me. Once I was in place, they all sat on the edge of the bed, their feet resting on me.

From my new position, I had an even clearer view. Momo's feet were directly in front of my eyes, her toes occasionally wiggling. The soft, pale skin and the slight pressure of her weight were constants. Ochako's feet joined hers, the pink polish on her toes catching the light. Mina's feet were next, their energetic movements leaving fleeting impressions on me. Finally, Jiro's feet settled down, her black-painted toes and the slight calluses from her guitar playing adding a unique texture.

As they talked, their feet shifted and moved on me, each movement a new sensation. The warmth of their skin, the slight moisture from their day's activities, and the gentle pressure were all intensely real. The view from my unobstructed eye remained filled with glimpses of their intimate attire. The details were striking—the texture of their skin, the warmth of their bodies, and the soft, colorful fabric of their panties. Momo's white lace, Ochako's playful pink, Mina's bold blue stripes, and Jiro's edgy black with silver studs were vivid and memorable.

Their conversation flowed naturally, filled with laughter and animated gestures. Each shift of their feet brought new waves of sensation. Momo absentmindedly wiggled her toes, the subtle movements sending tingling sensations through me. Ochako's feet moved playfully, occasionally pressing down harder, her toes curling and uncurling. Mina's energetic movements were a constant barrage of stimuli, each bounce and shift leaving fleeting impressions. Jiro, ever the quieter one, tested the mat with calculated presses, her toes curling and flexing with curiosity.

The night stretched on, filled with their laughter and camaraderie. They moved occasionally, their feet pressing into me with each shift, leaving me with vivid, intimate sensations. The textures, warmth, and subtle movements were all-consuming. Each girl had her unique way of interacting with the mat, creating a symphony of sensations that ebbed and flowed with their conversation.

Momo's feet pressed into me with a gentle, rhythmic motion, her toes occasionally wiggling, exploring the texture. Ochako's playful nature showed in her constant, light movements, her feet dancing on my surface. Mina's energetic presence was a series of quick, firm steps, each one leaving a brief but intense impression. Jiro's more deliberate, thoughtful movements were a contrast, her feet testing different spots, her toes flexing and pressing with curiosity.

The night had settled in, and the room was filled with the warm glow of lamps and the infectious laughter of friends. As they chatted and snacked, Mina's boundless energy was the catalyst for the next activity.

"Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed, leaping up from the bed. The others agreed with equal enthusiasm, and soon the room was alive with music from Momo's speaker.

From my position as the floor mat, I could feel every vibration, each step sending ripples through my being. Mina's energetic dancing was the first to make contact. Her steps were quick and lively, each one a jolt that reverberated through me. Her feet pressed into my fibers with every bounce, the weight shifting rapidly from heel to toe. Her toes dug into the mat with each energetic leap, creating a cascade of sensations.

Ochako was next, her movements light and fluid. She giggled as she danced, her feet barely brushing the mat but still sending delightful tingles through my form. Her toes wiggled with every step, curling and uncurling in time with the music. Each gentle press of her feet was like a soft, rhythmic caress.

Jiro joined in, her steps deliberate and precise. She moved with a quiet intensity, each footfall a firm, controlled press that sent steady waves through me. Her toes flexed and curled, the slight roughness of her calluses adding texture to the sensations. Every calculated step was a deliberate exploration of the mat beneath her.

Momo's entry into the dance was graceful and flowing. Her feet moved with natural elegance, each step a gentle, rhythmic press that spread warmth through my fibers. Her toes occasionally wiggled, exploring the texture beneath them with curiosity. The soft, even pressure of her feet was a soothing counterpoint to the more vigorous movements of her friends.

The room was alive with movement, each girl contributing her unique style to the dance. Mina's bounces were quick and sharp, each landing a burst of energy. Ochako's light steps were playful and fleeting, each touch a brief, delightful sensation. Jiro's deliberate movements were firm and steady, each step a wave of controlled pressure. Momo's graceful dancing was a continuous, flowing presence, her feet moving with elegant rhythm.

As the dance continued, the girls grew more animated, their movements more exuberant. Mina and Ochako spun around, their laughter filling the room. Jiro smiled, her usual reserve giving way to the joy of the moment. Momo, caught up in the energy, moved with even more grace and enthusiasm.

Then, in the midst of their dancing, Momo lost her balance. She stumbled backward, her arms flailing in a desperate attempt to regain her footing. Time seemed to slow as she fell, her body descending towards the mat—towards me. The impact was sudden and overwhelming. Momo landed hard, her full weight pressing down on my left eye, plunging it into darkness. Her ass made direct contact, the force of the landing sending a shockwave through my entire form.

The sensation was intense. The warmth of her body, the firm press of her muscles, and the softness of her skin all combined into a single, overwhelming experience. I could feel the contours of her body, the slight give of her flesh as she settled. The weight was substantial, a constant, grounding pressure that left me acutely aware of every detail.

"Oh no, Momo, are you okay?" Ochako asked, concern evident in her voice.

Momo laughed, slightly embarrassed but unhurt. "I'm fine, just lost my balance," she replied, slowly getting up. The pressure lifted, leaving a lingering warmth and a vivid memory of the sensation.

The girls helped Momo up, and they all laughed it off, resuming their dancing with renewed energy. Each step, each movement was a new wave of sensation, a reminder of the surreal experience I was living. The night continued with their joyous dancing, each moment a new and vivid experience.

Mina's energetic leaps, Ochako's playful twirls, Jiro's deliberate steps, and Momo's graceful movements created a symphony of sensations that ebbed and flowed with the music. Each girl had her unique way of interacting with the mat, creating an ever-changing tapestry of sensations that made the night unforgettable.

After a spirited round of dancing, the girls began to feel the fatigue set in. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and laughter as they slowly came to a halt, collapsing onto the bed and floor in various states of exhaustion.

"I think we overdid it," Ochako panted, a playful grin on her face.

"Yeah, but it was so much fun!" Mina replied, wiping sweat from her forehead.

Jiro nodded, her usual calm demeanor returning. "Let's take a break."

Momo, still catching her breath, agreed. "Good idea. Let's relax for a bit."

The girls settled down, and Ochako, in a moment of spontaneous comfort-seeking, decided to lay down on the mat. As she did, she positioned herself so that her breasts were pressed against the surface, her body sprawling out in a comfortable position. The sensation was immediate and intense.

From my perspective, I could feel the weight and warmth of her body pressing into me. Her breasts, soft and pliable, squished against the mat, creating a constant, intimate pressure. The fabric of her shirt did little to mask the warmth and contours of her skin. Each breath she took caused subtle shifts, the gentle rise and fall adding to the sensory overload.

Ochako sighed contentedly, her body relaxing further. "This mat is really comfortable," she murmured, her voice muffled slightly by her position.

The other girls laughed and continued chatting, but my focus was entirely on Ochako. The sensation of her breasts pressed against me was vivid and all-consuming. The soft, rounded shapes, the slight give of her flesh, and the warmth radiating from her body created a unique and overwhelming experience.

Mina, still energetic despite the dancing, joined Ochako on the floor, resting her head on her friend's back. "You're right, Ochako. This mat is really nice."

The additional weight from Mina's head added a new layer of sensation. I could feel the slight pressure of her skull, the way her hair brushed against Ochako's back, creating subtle, shifting sensations.

Jiro and Momo remained on the bed, their feet occasionally brushing against the mat as they stretched out and relaxed. Each touch was a reminder of their presence, a constant, grounding sensation that kept me acutely aware of my surroundings.

The room settled into a comfortable silence, punctuated by the occasional murmur of conversation. Ochako shifted slightly, adjusting her position. The movement caused her breasts to press and rub against the mat, sending new waves of sensation through me. The softness of her skin, the gentle pressure, and the warmth were all-consuming.

Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, a silent observer and participant in their relaxation. Each breath, each subtle movement was a new experience, a vivid reminder of my unique perspective. The warmth of Ochako's body, the occasional touch of the other girls, and the overall intimacy of the situation created a surreal and unforgettable experience.

The girls' voices, though soft and relaxed, filled the room with a comforting hum. They talked about their classes, upcoming exams, and plans for the weekend. Each topic was a distraction from the intensity of the sensations, yet each touch, each press, brought my focus back to the present moment.

As Ochako lay there, her body pressed against the mat, I could feel every detail—the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the slight shift of her weight as she adjusted, and the warmth that radiated from her skin. It was an experience unlike any other, a blend of intimacy and sensory overload that left me acutely aware of every moment.

For now, I could do nothing but endure, a silent participant in their world. The details of their movements, the intimacy of their presence, and the strange closeness I felt were all-consuming and unforgettable. As they continued to relax and chat, their occasional touches and movements created a constant, vivid tapestry of sensations.

The first light of dawn filtered through my curtains, casting a gentle glow across my room. I stirred, feeling the familiar softness of my bed beneath me. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I lay there in a state of confusion. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and I realized that my quirk's transformation had finally ended.

I was back in my bed, safe and sound, as if nothing had happened. The transition from floor mat to human form had been seamless, and my quirk had once again proven its reliability in returning me to my starting point after twenty-four hours. I sat up slowly, stretching my limbs, feeling the normal sensations of my body returning.

Memories of the past day flooded my mind—the unexpected activation of my quirk, the helplessness of being a floor mat, and the intimate, vivid experiences I had endured. The sensation of Momo's footsteps, Ochako's playful wiggling toes, Mina's energetic dances, and Jiro's deliberate presses were all still fresh in my mind. Each detail, each moment was etched into my consciousness.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, taking a deep breath. It felt good to move again, to have control over my body. I walked to the window and looked out at the early morning sky, the city just beginning to wake up. The events of the previous day felt surreal, like a strange dream, yet I knew they had been all too real.

I made my way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. The reflection staring back at me looked the same as always, but I felt changed, more aware of the complexities of my quirk and the unusual situations it could create. I toweled off and headed back to my room, grabbing a fresh set of clothes.

Today was a new day, with new challenges and classes at U.A. University. As I dressed, I mentally prepared myself for whatever lay ahead. My quirk had proven unpredictable, but it also reminded me of the importance of adaptability and resilience.

With a final glance around my room, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. The corridors of the dormitory were quiet, with only a few early risers moving about. As I walked, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing my friends again. The memories of the past day were still vivid, but they also brought a sense of closeness and camaraderie.

I reached the common area where we usually gathered before heading to class. Momo, Ochako, Mina, and Jiro were already there, chatting and laughing. They looked up as I approached, their smiles warm and welcoming.

"Morning, Izuku!" Ochako greeted cheerfully.

"Morning," I replied, feeling a surge of gratitude for my friends.

As we walked to class together, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The experiences of the past day, though strange and unexpected, had taught me valuable lessons about friendship, resilience, and the unpredictable nature of life as a hero. And as always, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead