Izuku took a deep breath and stared at the image of Daiki, Hana, and his mother on the screen.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hatsume," he bowed his head. "I would like your blessing to date Mei." The mother's faces were neutral, but they grabbed each other's hands under the table. "I tried to stay away like you asked, sir, but it hurt us both. I didn't realize how much I was hurting Mei till after we got into an argument before we came to the island." He raised his head to look at them, "I mean no disrespect by asking this, but Mei is my partner; she is my constant. She is my past, present, and, God willing, my future. I wouldn't be where I am today without the Hatsume family."

Daiki wanted to go into overprotective mode internally, but he knew it was just him being a father. Izuku was a good kid; he looked after Mei and knew he cared about her. It was inevitable since the day he came into their lives the way they were attached at the hip, how they were moving towards the future so fast. Izuku had also changed their lives; the money from their inventions stabilized their lives. The bank account with his daughter's name on it was already an excellent start for her life and was set to boom even more when the EVAs went on sale. That wasn't even considering whatever they were building on the island. He knew they were building a suit for Melissa, but even he was unsure of the scope or what it entailed.

"Do you love her?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," Izuku responded with an unconscious smile.

"Then make sure you keep her safe," Daiki said. "You take good care of my little girl."

"I will, sir, I promise," Izuku bowed. "I will make sure we call you tomorrow; I just wanted to talk to you alone first."

"We look forward to it," Hana said.

"I love you, Izuku," Inko added.

"Love you to Mom," he said, reaching out to end the call.

Hana reached out and placed her hand on Daiki's shoulder. "You did very good, honey. I am so proud of you."

"Yes, Daiki, thank you for blessing him," Inko said. Daiki smiled as the women began to discuss the wedding they had been planning for years.

Lab 2

"Okay, I need you to strip and get into the chamber," Izuku said from behind a monitor.

"W..h..at?" Momo said, her hands wrapping around her chest protectively. "I…don't think that is appropriate, Izuku!" she said, shocked.

"Why?" he responded, not looking up, "You have to be naked so I can form and program your suit for you?"

"Oh…" she said, finally understanding. "But are you going to be able to see me?" She couldn't contain her blush.

Izuku finally looked up, saw her blushing like crazy, and realized his words. " !, I can't see you, only your head, feet, and everything else will be covered!"

The wave of relief that washed over Momo was visible. Izuku started blushing as his mind filled with very inappropriate thoughts; he noticed that these thoughts came easier and faster since that day in the tub with Mei; it wasn't helped by the fact that every night Melissa, Mei, and him would sit on a couch watch something and start kissing. Then there was last night when Mei was topless, and he was worshipping her breasts, and Melissa's hand was down his pants. As this image played through his mind, the thought of Momo on his other side nearly made him bluescreen. He swore his extra appendage was slowly taking over his mind.

"How about you step in with your clothes on, and I will take a picture so you can see?" he said quickly. Momo stepped in, and they closed the door. Izuku walked around, taking a video so she would feel assured.

Izuku didn't know that when the machine powered up, it would give him a silhouette of Momo that would invade his thoughts. He decided not to mention that part of the process, instead doing his best to focus on the task at hand. It wasn't a difficult task—instead, it was relatively easy. Once Momo was covered in the goop, he began bonding the unstable molecules.

For Momo, it was like being submerged to her neck in a cold bath, but she felt it begin to warm up as the process started; it wasn't warm, but at least it was no longer so cold that it made her teeth want to chatter. She marveled at the whole process; when Izuku had finally contacted her, a relief had washed over her that she hadn't been abandoned. Yes, the fact that they were working on stage one to help her secure her dream of pursuing heroics was nice, but she never had friends before. While she was sure she wasn't classified as such by the trio, she knew that was the direction in which they were moving. It worked better with Melissa as they trained together physically almost every day.

She was a little sad when their trainer had to depart for a while, but he kept in touch through emails about their progress. Momo never fancied herself an inventor till they started getting together to work on the sphere; she marveled when she brought over the prototype that Izuku deftly retrofitted to be able to be charged, all the while talking with them. Mei was at the board writing down suggestions and rough sketching the schematics. But with this free flow of ideas, Momo was enthralled as they would build on each other's ideas, adding and subtracting as they went along.

Her mind was pulled back to the present when she felt the submersion fade; she looked down as the strange goo drained out, and she was in a tight red suit with black gloves and boots; a simple belt was around her waist with various pouches attached. She did some twists and bends in the tube, making sure the best she could that nothing was unseemly or poking out. She must admit that the suite felt comfortable, warm, breathable, and flexible. Momo stepped out to see Izuku smiling.

"Okay, try to make a staff come out of your hand," he called out.

Hesitantly, Momo looked at her hand and began the process. She let out a victory cry when it came forth without tearing her suit. Izuku couldn't find the words when he saw her smiling and excitedly jumping as Russian nesting dolls emerged everywhere. Once she regained her composure, she blushed and coughed into her hand. "So, how do I take it off?"

"You remove the gloves and boots like normal. There is a zipper on the back of this model. It is just a basic suit, more proof of concept," he responded. "I thought we would have pants and a top combo for your suit. Melissa would probably be the best person to ask about design and things like that."

"So we can custom design it? Am I going to have to go back in the goo whenever we need to make changes?" she said, doing some stretches; she was happy when he said no. "Um, can I wear undergarments with this," she blushed. Izuku nodded his head vigorously, telling her that she most definitely could. He blushed and looked away.

Momo took a deep breath, ran over, and hugged Izuku, "Thank you so much, Izuku; I mean it, thank you!"

Izuku hugged her back, "You are very welcome, Momo."

The door opened to the lab as Melissa and Mei entered. "Are we doing hugs now?" Mei shouted, running over to join in the hug. Melissa smiled as they all looked at her. She shook her head but walked over to be pulled into the group hug.

Spicey Time

Girl Time

Melissa couldn't stop the electricity that ran through her body as Mei was across from her in the bath. Their legs were scissored against each other as they moved their lower half against each other. Their moans filled the bathroom as they worked their way towards climax. Melissa had tried to explain to Mei that maybe taking a bath together was not wise, but like a bulldozer through wet tissue paper, Mei blew past those protests leading to this.

"It feels so good when you rub against me like this," Mei moaned out.

"Oh god, Mei, oh god," Melissa responded. "Don't stop, don't stop moving."

Mei and Melissa were lost in the haze of pleasure as they edged closer and closer to that edge or release. Mei's moans began to increase, turning to screams as she ground harder against her lover; this had the same effect on Melissa. When Mei's scream of "Oh Sweet Megatron" erupted, the knowledge that filled Melissa that she had helped to bring Mei to orgasm sent her over the edge.

Melissa's legs began to quake and tremble, her core locked up, her arms stiffened, and she could only grip the sides of the bath in desperation as her mind went blank. It kept building throughout her body, building and building. She didn't know if she cried out for Mei not to stop or only thought it. Mei's cry to Megatron was her trigger; suddenly, her body spasmed, and the tension was finally released. The sudden feeling of her entire body letting go washed over Melissa. A pleasure that she had never felt, not even on the nights she would slip her hand between her legs when tormented with lustful thoughts, nor when the secret toy under her bed would find its way to her most sacred of places. Everything before paled to this release; stars, or maybe whole galaxies, danced through her mind as she felt it flow out of her. Once she regained her senses, she looked across and saw a blissful haze on Mei's face.

Slowly, reluctantly, they disentangled; Melissa crawled over to Mei, and she began to kiss her girlfriend hungrily and passionately. Melissa slipped her hand between Mei's legs. Mei squirmed and moaned as Melissa worked her towards another climax. It didn't take long for Mei to reach the edge again and dive into the release her girlfriend had brought her. Once they had their senses back, they lay there in the tub, rejoicing the warmth and softness of the other.

Mei suddenly pushed herself up, her eyes wide, "HOLY SHIT, I GOT IT!" she scrambled out of the tub and ran off. Melissa scrambled after her and had to tackle Mei from running out of the room naked and wet.

Spicey Time Over

U.A.

Toshi's eyes fluttered open as he stared at the hospital room's ceiling in the U.A. As he did so, he felt this rush of air into his lungs, the likes of which he hadn't felt in years. He looked to his side and saw Chiyo standing there smiling.

"How long was I out?" he asked.

"About a week," she responded. "We had to make sure that everything was functioning properly."

"Well?" he asked hesitantly.

"Everything is working perfectly as far as we can tell," she smiled. "It is a marvel of technology; that boy just revolutionized organ transplant in six days." She took Toshi's hand. "You will want to run and test everything, but we must go slow. So for now, I want you to stay in bed, and we will have you try eating something."

"A hamburger," Toshi said, his eyes wide. "I want a hamburger."

"One hamburger coming up," she said as she exited the room.

Toshi sat in bed and felt terrific. His body had been in a constant state of pain since the injury; he had forgotten what it was to be pain-free. He nearly wept at the new lease on life he had been given; he had almost perished that day though he laid All for One low, he had nearly died, and with him, One for All. Even after that day, he knew he needed to find a successor, but he still hadn't done so. His argument with his old sidekick, Sir Nighteye, had soured him to the point where he was just being stubborn. But he was given this fantastic second chance by contacting David to tell him about what had happened. He sighed, his head falling back onto the pillows; as his gaze dropped to the nightstand, he saw his phone. He reached out and dialed a number by heart,

"I didn't think I would ever hear from you again, All-Might," the voice answered, clean, crisp.

"A tragic thing that we both felt was that our last words to each other were in anger, Mirai," Toshi responded. "I would like to see you if you are amenable."

"Have you given thought to what I have said?" Mirai's voice was still crisp but softened at the edge.

"I have." After a pause, Toshi said, "Things have changed, and I would like to discuss these changes with you." "I am in the surgical wing of the U.A. Please come when it is convenient."

"I will be there in two days…Toshi," Mirai said as he disconnected the call.

The simple act of eating a whole hamburger was so satisfying he wanted another, but as this was his first test of solid food, they had to see how the artificial organs would react. Toshi did laugh, though, as he felt his stomach rumble in a way he had only been able to dream about. When everything seemed to process cleanly, he did all he could to contain his excitement. It started with a simple walk, then a light jog around the track. When he felt the rush of drawing full breaths, it just happened; he suddenly went buff and raced around the track at full speed like a kid. He ignored the calls for him to stop; he couldn't. He didn't realize how many times he ran around the track when he finally did stop; all he could do was smile through the chastisement.

Chiyo and Nezu decided, as they had told him, to maintain his form for as long as he could. In for a penny in for a pound, he thought. With a nervous energy, he watched the clock as it neared when he would either have to shut it down or forcibly extend it. He was hooked up to machines as they were getting all the readings they could, and when the timer beeped, he involuntarily shut his eyes. His body didn't shake; there was no tremble; instead, he felt this ache rushing through him. It was not painful, but this unfamiliar strain made itself aware. As quickly as he thought it, it went away, and he just felt like himself; the dark cloud that even he hadn't been aware of hanging over him drifted away like a summer breeze. Ultimately, he went two hours past his previous limit before he felt the slightest need to shut it down.

Chiyo marveled at how well Toshi's body had adapted to the new organs; his quirk factor was rising again at an incredible rate, and all the tests she ran showed positive, if not miraculous, results. She ran every test the old-fashioned way, then with the tricorder; as things matched up, she wanted to dance about.

Nezu just poured over all the data, the information provided by Chiyo on the organs, the tricorder, and Izuku Midoriya. Nezu read over the boy's quirk registry as he reached out to the boy's educators to get a feel for the lad; he was surprised when they not only mentioned Izuku but gushed about his companion, Mei Hatsume. Two notable inventors, he dived deeper…Junkyard Support. He was familiar with them and their capture grenades, their washers and dryers. He had just installed those items last year; now, they were producing artificial organs and medical scanners to revolutionize hospital diagnosis and heroics. A simple device that would tell a hero of the injuries someone had sustained, allowing them to perform proper triage in the field.

Then he was talking with Toshi and nearly had to pick up his jaw from the floor. They were building and designing a suit for Melissa Shield, intending to allow her to take center stage as a quirkless hero. He had to be there for the test; hearing about it secondhand would not do.

True to his word, Miriah arrived two days after his and Toshi's phone call. When he entered the room, he was surprised to see how good Toshi looked. Toshi smiled at Miriah and asked a simple question: "I have to know, Miriah. Has my future changed?" He extended his hand out.

"The future doesn't change," Miriah said tiredly.

"Humor me, my old friend," Toshi chuckled. Mirah stepped forward, touching Toshi's hand, and activated his quirk. The tall, lean, muscular man locked eyes with Toshi as his quirk Foresight activated. Once it was done, Mirai stumbled back, shock evident. He smoothed his dark green and yellow-stretched hair as he stared at Toshi.

"I don't know what you have seen, but has it changed," Toshi asked.

"It has," Mirai whispered, "But how?"

"Izuku Midoriya," Toshi responded. "I went to talk to David…"

Lab 2

Mei came running into the lab, nearly bulldozing Izuku.

"Can we change out the power supply on the armor?" she said, snuggling into his chest.

"What would we change it out to?" he said, wrapping his arms around her. "It is bulky, but it is the best we can do now."

"Not if we build this?" she held up a diagram and schematic, then pulled him over to the table and spread it out. "I was taking a bath with Melissa," Izuku filed that image away for later. "she was giving me attention with her fingers, and let me tell you, she knows how to use those digits." File that away for later. "I had this moment of clarity, which popped into my head." She pointed proudly at Blueprint.

Izuku scanned over the blueprint; slowly, his brain pieced it all together, his quirk firing off answers as he stared at it. "Holy Fuck, Mei," he whispered. "Mei, this….oh my stars and garters…you are a fucking genius. This will not only power the suit, but we can power whole cities, clean, efficient energy."

"Will it work?" Mei said, hopefully, her hands by her mouth like a chipmunk.

"Yea," he stammered out. "What do you call it?" He whispered, his voice carrying with it hints of awe and wonder.

"The Arc Reactor," she said proudly, staring at his face, fascinated at the look he gave one of her creations. This was one of her favorite moments when she would place something before him, and he would just be memorized. It would have been easy for her to become jealous or feel inferior to him. His quirk was every inventor's dream; if he dreamed it, he could build it. If he just looked at it, he understood it, could disassemble it, and counter it. Then there were these moments when she would place her dream, her baby, before him, and she could see that look of wonder at what her mind had dreamed of.

He pulled out a drafting pencil, "May I?" she nodded. "If we take this and reroute it here, this value will change to this…"

"Then we can take this portion and change it out for a titanium core…"

"Stabilizing the output….

"Tripling efficiency…" They looked at each other, both grinning like idiots; neither knew who moved first, but soon, there were no smiles, only their faces smooshed together as they kissed feverishly. She moaned as his big strong hands grabbed her roughly by the ass and lifted her onto the table, her legs wrapped around him as they made out on the table. This was a new development in the invention process, but they both greedily welcomed it. They pulled back breathless. "Want to make a baby with me?" she asked, her voice lustful and husky.

Izuku blushed; his extra appendage was screaming yes louder than a power drill to the brain. "Mei, when you say it like that," he managed to say as he looked down her overalls to her beautiful breasts.

"If this weren't about or for Melissa, I would have you take my overalls off right now and mark me as your woman now and forever," she responded, leaning forward and licking up the side of his neck. "I want you so bad, my Izu." She once again kissed him till his knees wobbled before she pulled back; the look in his eyes was nearly the undoing of her sanity. The power drill springing to life in his pants was almost his.

"Arc Reactor?" he said with a slight whine.

"Arc reactor," she said, matching his level of regret. They slowly and reluctantly disentangled themselves. Now, let's make Melissa a new baby," she said.

They both smiled and got to work. Soon, sexual tension and energy were being put into their work. They both just slipped into their familiar dance as they moved about and around each other in their tango of creation. They didn't even notice Momo and Melissa come walking in carrying from their workout, carrying takeout Steak and Frites from Momo's favorite place on the island. They were celebrating.

Why A Celebration?

Momo stood before her parents in the red suit. Mei had handled adding a simple titanium weave cape to add extra coverage against gunfire; it connected at Momo's shoulder, but one side of the cape also connected to her wrist. All Momo had to do was activate a device in her glove, and it sent an electrical current through the cape, causing it to solidify to act as a rigid shield. Momo and Melissa had been practicing putting on this demonstration for the parents; Momo took a deep breath, created a short sword from her hand, and began twirling about, producing weapons from various parts of her body. Melissa stepped forward and ran a blade across a standard piece of fabric, cutting it immediately; she then took a deep breath and ran it down Momo's chest. Her mother immediately wanted to cry out, but her father's face was stoic. Melissa grabbed and pulled at the suit, trying to tear it; Momo stuck her arm into the fireplace and held it there for a minute before she pulled it out and took off her glove to show she wasn't burned.

The final thing they presented was the data run from inside the lab of Vigo and Aoi firing guns at the dummy to demonstrate their defensive capabilities. A different machine measures how much pressure a blade would exert to penetrate. They presented the data to her parents showing that while not bulletproof from lower caliber weapons, it provided protection equivalent to a bulletproof vest. When the lights came up, Momo stepped forward.

"This is the prototype. It can be modified and, of course, will be redesigned, with a small amount of skin to be shown and to add much-needed style," Momo said with a small smile. Now for the second demonstration." The staff came in and cleared out the furniture, and Momo engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Vigo. Her parents knew it was no light spar as they made full contact.

Gao knew that Vigo and Aoi would train Momo in hand-to-hand combat and that recently his daughter had started working out with Melissa Shield; he made sure to sign off on that arrangement, hoping to foster the relationship not only between Ms. Shield but with Mr. Midoriya and Ms. Hatsume. While he was slightly disappointed that they weren't attending the training as they were not going into the hero course, it was understandable. He was a bit dubious about Mr. Yagi, who appeared as the girl's trainer, but that was washed away when he presented his card as the personal assistant to All-Might. It was apparent that Mr. Shield had pulled some strings to get this daughter as much help as possible, now extending to Momo. The determination and heart move his daughter put forth, seeing her so committed, would have been enough to make him agree on that principle alone, but he had to make sure that his concerns were addressed and adhered to.

Chi was so proud of her Momo, even though Momo was battered and bloodied, but the show of will Momo displayed getting to her feet would forever be burned into her memory. She was proud to see that Vigo was breathing hard, his clothes torn, blood trailed from his lip, and his cheeks were bruised. She looked at Gao and was relieved when he said, "Enough!"

Both combatants stepped back and bowed. "As long as your determination never wavers from where it is now, and I continue to see your improvement…then you may pursue a career in Heroics."

Momo couldn't stop smiling or shedding tears, though both actions hurt. "Thank you, Father." Her parents rose and bowed slightly to Momo and Melissa before they exited the room.

Momo turned and hugged Melissa, who was jumping up and down in joy. Melissa couldn't help but let the exuberating feeling take over as they celebrated.

Back to the Lab

"What are they building?" Momo whispered as they set the food, dessert, and drinks down before walking to the drafting table. Melissa and she looked down at the schematic, turning it around so they could get a better look at it. "Is it some sort of power source?"

"I think it is…" Melissa said, studying the design. Melissa's eyes widened as her brain put it all together; she looked over at Momo's mouth, a gap, and saw the same realization coming over the heiress. "No fucking way," Melissa said, stepping back, stunned.

"Melissa, is it even possible?" One of Momo's hands was over her pounding heart, and the other was lightly over her mouth as she looked down at the blueprint and then at the two inventors, oblivious to their presence. All Melissa could do was nod her head at first.

"I would tell you no, but with Izuku…" Melissa looked at her boyfriend and was just dumbfounded.

"That has Mei's name," Momo pointed out. "Maybe there are some notes from Izuku or corrections."

"Mei had it almost there, and he just tweaked it to pull it over the finish line," Melissa whispered, she looked it over some more. "It is for the suite," she almost wanted to cry. "It is a power core for the Suit."

"The battery was the biggest sticking point," Momo said. "I remember him talking about it while working on the sphere. It was large and clunky, but it was the best they could do now. Mei just solved the problem…"

"Izuku, we have been building it upside down!" Mei said as she walked over and looked at the blueprint.

"WHAT THAT ISN'T POSSIBLE?" he yelled as he turned around and saw Momo and Melissa standing there. Mei looked up at about that same time!

"HOLY OPTIMUS PRIME!" she screamed, jumping back. "WHEN IN THE NAME OF UNICRON DID YOU TWO GET HERE?"

"About 5 minutes ago," Melissa said as a giggling Momo reached down and turned the blueprint around. "Is this for the suit?"

Mei nodded as she sniffed the air, "Food?"

"Yes, I wanted to treat everyone," Momo beamed. "My father approved of the suit and my fighting abilities and blessed me to pursue heroics."

"THAT IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!" Mei yelled, running around the table and hugging Momo. Once it had been apparent that hugging was on the table, Momo was happy to find out that Mei was a hugger. "Feed me, Momo!" Mei said, sounding deeper like the man-eating plant she had seen in a movie the other night. It was part of a movie; she had no idea how it ended, what happened in the middle, or anything else.

Izuku offered his congratulations. Looking at the device, he rubbed his chin. "We can take a dinner break," he said, walking over to the sink to wash, Mei bouncing after him.

Once they ate, Melissa asked the question she wanted to know and would regret for the rest of her life: "Mei, when did you think of this?"

"After you gave me that orgasm in the bath, you know after we scissored," Mei said so simply without shame or regard for Momo. "It was so good, and everything was so clear, then boom, it popped into my head," Mei looked up to the sputtering tomato known as Momo. "This is good," she commented and went back to eating.

Momo looked at Izuku and did her best to reboot. "We all are dating," he said sheepishly, focusing on his plate.

"A…All," Momo managed to sputter out. Melissa, who was hiding her face in her hands, nodded. "And you are taking baths together?" Melissa nodded, "And doing things…" Momo's mind went to the scene in the bathtub, added Izuku, and went well beyond that. At the end of her fantasy, Momo was sitting watching the whole thing while they did things…and she did things to herself…then Momo's mind shut down.

"I hope everything works out well for you," Momo said once she rebooted. Like the others, she was solely focused on her food. The destructive force that Mei struck again.

"You should take a bath with us!" Mei smiled. "Melissa does the thing when she washes my hair; oh, by the Primes, is it magical."

Momo shut down. Melissa was trying to get the earth to swallow her whole, and Izuku's unruly friend provided the image of all three girls in the bathtub, and he shut down. Dinner was quiet and a bit awkward that night.

Testing Day

Izuku and Mei went full throttle after they finished the Arc Reactor, as they worked on upgrading the power supply for the suit. Melissa and Momo did all they could after their training to help out. Momo was getting a crash course in electrical, mechanical, and programming—absolutely everything. And she loved every moment of it, getting her hands dirty and being in the middle of whatever she could lend a hand on, even if it were simply holding something for one of the others.

She even got to spend the night one night. They worked exceptionally late; though she and the girls fell asleep, she still counted it as her first sleepover. Momo was smart and picked up things quickly; when she got assigned a task, and they let her do it independently, she was over the moon. She even ensured that dinner was ready and served at a set time so Izuku and Mei didn't neglect to eat. It was late one night, two days before the test when Izuku stepped back his hands in the air. Mei hit some keys on the tablet, and they all held their breath.

They all turned to the big screen, watching all the checkpoints turn green. Each one made their hearts beat and soar just a little bit higher. When the final one turned green, they all gave a huge cheer; Melissa stepped forward and walked around the suit, staring at it in awe.

A full-body armored suit sat on the rack, sleek and beautiful, blue trimmed in gold. (Think the Rescue Armor) The gold mask shined like a mirror as she lightly ran her fingers down it, and the chest plate hummed with the glow of Arc Reactor. She felt the tears begin to slide down her cheeks as she stood looking at her dream; she turned and smiled at the group before she walked over and wrapped Mei and Izuku tightly and just bawled. Momo was about to step away when Mei grabbed her and pulled her in.

"You don't get to run away," Mei said. "You were a big help down the stretch; we wouldn't have made it without you." Momo tried to protest, but Mei hushed her and pulled her in. "You're a good friend." Momo melted as they told her the same thing: she had friends; she hid her face in someone's shoulder as a few tears of happiness slid down her cheeks. She offered a prayer to whatever god had put Izuku in her path.

The next day, they all just relaxed; Mei and Izuku were exhausted. Momo enjoyed the lazy day, watching movies and eating snacks with her friends. The word would ring in her head when she thought about it or told her parents her plans for the day. "I am going to spend the day with my friends." Not to mention when Melissa asked if she would be there for the test for moral support.

Melissa awoke early in the morning of the test, showered, and got ready as the butterflies in her stomach attempted to flee her body at every waking moment. She walked into the lab and saw Izuku and Mei rechecking everything. She smiled when they told her they had woken up in the middle of the night to check the systems before they could go back to sleep. Momo's arrival with breakfast was welcome, as they all tried to eat, though they all lacked an appetite.

When all their phone alarms beeped simultaneously, Izuku looked at Melissa and said, "It is time."

Melissa stepped out, slipping into her body suit and vomiting in the toilet before she came out and stood before her destiny. Arms emerged from the pedestal, unlocking and opening the suite. All the pieces were suspended when Melissa stepped up and slipped her feet into the open boots. She nodded as Izuku gave the command, and it all started fitting around her body. Momo and Mei were filming, as were the cameras in the lab. The helmet slipped around the back of her head, and the mask slid into place; everything was dark. The machine's hum surrounded her, and then the tactical display came to life.

"Hello Melissa," a warm, soothing voice rang in her earpiece.

"Hello, Icrus," she replied. "Status report."

"Everything is operating perfectly; the weather forecast calls for clear skies and a temperature high of 92 degrees,"

"Izuku, can you hear me?" she said a bit louder.

"I hear you're fine. Are the external mics picking everything up?" Melissa gave him a thumbs-up, smiling at the mechanical whir as her arm moved. "Run targeting and facial recognition."

"Icarus, targeting and facial recognition," she commanded as information began to fill the screen.

"Good now, let's walk to the lift and get this show on the road," Izuku said.

"We will see you topside," Momo called out.

"You got this!" Mei yelled as they exited the room.

Momo and Mei rode the elevator to the testing area. Of course, they saw David and were surprised to see All-Might, Recovery Girl, Sir Nighteye, Inko, and Hanna. Oh, and THE FREAKING PRINCIPAL OF U.A.

Momo bowed deeply to their surprised guests, "It is truly an honor to be in your presence. I am Momo Yaoyorozu." She then handed out data pads to the group. "We do apologize that some of you may have to share, as there are more people than we expected."

Mei just smiled and said hello as she walked over to where all the monitors were set up and started streaming the telemetries. She got on the intercom, "So All-Might, our mothers and the freaking principal of U.A. are here."

"WHAT?" Mel and Izuku replied.

"So, no pressure," Mei said sarcastically.

"Izuku, what if I mess this up?" Mel said, starting to panic.

"Melissa, it is going to be fine, I promise," Izuku said calmly. We have been preparing for this for years; after today, your Dad will sign off on you going to the U.A. hero course, and the principal will have no doubts about how well you can be a hero. Everyone is nervous when they are about to change the world."

Melissa started to smile, "Then let's change the world."

"Exactly," Mei chimed in. "Let's show the world that a quirkless girl can fly!"

When the lift arrived and Melissa stepped out, the sun shining off her armor was impressive; all-might smiled at his niece and the remarkable sight before him. The mothers also smiled as they looked at the armored girl and stole peaks at All-Might. Nezu leaned forward and grinned. "Now, how does it perform?" he whispered.

"Welcome, everyone," Izuku's voice rang out. "Today, we will display the Rescue Armor Mark 1 capabilities. The first demonstration of the suite's flight capabilities and aerial maneuverability will be. Around the air space, several rings have been set up for Melissa to maneuver through. The flight path is clear. Melissa, it's time."

Melissa turned as Izuku stepped back and opened her palms towards the ground. "Icarus, give me 10% thrust, map out our route, and show them what we can do."

"With pleasure, Melissa."

Melissa lifted off as the mothers cheered. She began with slow-speed maneuvering around the field before she saluted the crowd. The repulsor roared to life, and she shot off like a bullet. Mei and Izuku heard Melissa yell, exhilarating as she rocketed into the blue skies. She had worked this in simulation and some of the simple maneuvers in the lab, but outside, soaring through the sky was on an entirely different level.

David and they watched as she soared around the island, flying through the obstacles. When she landed, it was time for the defensive display; they watched as Melissa was hit with flame throwers, gunfire, and a simulated punch that sent her flying back; she used her repulsors to stabilize herself, landing on her knee, her arms behind her, no one could see the grin on her face when the targets for the offensive portion raised out the ground. When the smoke cleared, she stood proudly and saw All-Might step forward.

"I THINK I WOULD LIKE TO SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO AGAINST A LIVE OPPONENT," he said, stepping in front of her.

"But Uncle Might…" she protested.

"DON'T WORRY; I won't BREAK YOUR SUIT," he teased before he leaned in. "It will be fine, I promise you. If you can do well against me, I will know you will be safe pursuing heroics. It is not only your father who worries about you and who loves you."

"I understand," Melissa said, and he could hear the emotion in her voice. She stepped back and took up a boxer's stance, much like her uncle. "Don't cry to me when I beat you, Uncle Might!"

"I WILL DO MY BEST TO DROWN MY TEARS IN MY CEREAL," he assumed his stance. "NOW, MY LITTLE NIECE, SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO!"

Melissa immediately sprang forward with a right hook. All-might leaned back out of range and went for a left to the body. He was surprised when she caught him by the wrist and rocketed up with a knee strike that sent him stumbling back, his mouth bloodied. "THAT'S MY GIRL!" he smiled as he came in at her. Melissa slipped past the jab, missed with her counter, and then got rocked by an uppercut. The clang echoed in the testing area.

Melissa felt that, but she was out; it made her feel alive, and something awakened in her that day. She was in a fight, and she loved it. All-Might came in again, with a lightning-fast combination to her body and then her head, sending her spinning around; she whirled down to her knee as the repulsor sprang to life, blasting him in the chest and sending him flying back. She rocketed through the air, spearing him through a cinderblock wall erected as part of the presentation.

He got his feet under him and dug in, stopping their momentum. To her surprise, he drove his elbow down into her back, pancaking her into the ground. He bent down to grab her by the waist to lift her for a slam, but her legs locked around his head, and her repulsors fired as she flipped him over. Instead of putting her in a mounted position, he ate a right hook to the jaw and elbow that cut him above his eyebrow before he got his arms up to block the next attack.

She brought her hands down in a double axe handle smash only for them to be caught to her surprise as her Uncle overpowered the suit, forcing her arms to fly apart; then he delivered his smash to her chest, sending her tumbling off of her. She heard the armor crack from the blow; damage reports flooded her tactical display. All-Might was airborne instantly, descending on her with a knee strike. Melissa quickly rolled back into a bicycle kick, catching him under the chin and rocking his head back. As she came to her feet, she pushed forward, landing several shots to his gut, doubling him over; she leaped up and cracked him again with a head butt, placed both her hand on his chest point blank, and fired off the repulsor sending him rocketing away and crashing through the remaining walls. Smoke filled the arena as she called for Icurus to get a lock on him; once it did, she flew in to try and secure her victory. In the thrill of the fight, she forgot one thing: this wasn't just her Uncle, this was ALL-MIGHT.

She flew in hoping to spear him, but instead of the smoke came his massive fist in an overarching attack that collided perfectly in between her shoulder blades and with such force, it bounced her off the ground; when she came up, an uppercut crashed into her chest right above the Arc Reactor, sensors and alarms went crazy in her suite. He slid forward and grabbed her by both her boots, crushing the metal in his hands, and he pulled her overhead, slamming her into the ground. Mei and Izuku winced at what he was doing to the suite, but they knew this data would be invaluable in the long run. Melissa's head rattled, causing her to see stars. She tried to use the repulsor in her hands to create some space, but they yanked her back. His fist stopped an inch from her helmet.

She looked up and saw him smiling, his face a crimson maw. She knew he had won. "I yield!" she called out. "How hard were you going," she said as the helmet opened and she removed it.

"It started at 10%, but you pushed me to double that," he said, pulling her up. "You did good, Melissa; I am very proud of you."

"I take it…" she looked at her uncle, worried.

"Great, better than great," he said. "This wasn't just for you; this was also to see how I would hold up. And we are both still standing and walking." Then they turned and walked back to the grandstands, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. As they got closer, they saw David standing there; All-might excused himself, walking over to the group as they were gathered around the other kids.

"I want you to know that I would have never really stood in your way," David said. "I set the bar so high, Melissa, because I love you so much, and I need to know that you will be as safe as you possibly can out there. I don't want to lose you the way I lost your mother. So promise me that this isn't the end that you and your friends will keep creating, inventing, and improving that suit of yours so you can come home safe to me."

Melissa hugged her dad, and tears flowed from both of them. "I love you so much, Dad, so very much. I promise we will never stop improving. Thank you, Dad."

"Now come on, I am sure your boyfriend is worried about you," he teased.

Melissa blushed, "I am sure he is…so is my girlfriend."

David froze, "I am sorry. What did you say?"

"I am not just dating Izuku; I am involved with Mei as well," Melissa took a deep breath. "I am bi-sexual dad."

David rubbed the back of his head, "Okay," he said slowly. "So…" he just shrugged. "I have nothing to add to that. Be careful, and…be careful. Melissa, I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. I don't care who you love or are in love with as long as they treat you right, and you treat them right; that is all that matters to me."

"Thanks, Dad," she said as they joined the group.

"Congratulations are for you, my dear inventors," Nezu said as he leaped up to the control panel. Am I a bear, a mouse, or the Principal of the U.A.? I am most interested in sitting down with you both and you, Ms. Yaoyorozu. But worry not about that now; celebrate your accomplishments."

When Melissa got there, she went over to receive congratulations from her friends. Izuku and Mei took her hand and looked at their parents. "Mom, this is Melissa, our girlfriend," Izuku declared. Mei nodded happily and kissed Melissa on the cheek.

Hanah just started laughing, and Inko looked about ready to burst; it was Recovery Girl who made everyone break out laughing. "Ah, the vigor of youth, I remember those days." Everyone looked at her. "What? I wasn't always old!"