**I do not own these characters or the world, that belongs to our lovely author of MHA, Kohei Horikoshi. Also, cover art was a commission by me from the artist Krumbs. Follow them on if you'd like! They are extremely talented!

A/N: Whoop, after this chapter it's a whole long ass chapter all about IzuOcha. I can't remember my word count for it but I know that when I was writing it I felt like it was on the longer side, so hopefully that's something nice for everyone. I know I always enjoy long chapters. I think I'll actually post that chapter maybe tomorrow instead of on Monday since I was late on updating this week and I'd like to make up for that! So enjoy this little nugget in the meantime. Thanks for any and all comments! They are much appreciated!

Twenty-Five
Momo is Boss At Making Models

Shoto Todoroki sat across from Momo Yaoyorozu at the dining table in the common room. She was diligently proof reading a rough draft of the paper he'd started for them. They had agreed that he would write the introduction and the part of the paper that covered the glans penis and she'd write the portion that covered the clitoris and then she would write the conclusion.

After he'd finished his evening of work studies with Endeavor, he'd quickly put together his part of the paper so that it'd be ready for Yaoyorozu's appraisal. When he'd come to class half day, he'd been eager to get on with the day so that they could at last complete this component of their assignment. Not that he was opposed to stretching it out but rather, he was more interested in getting the bulk of the work done quickly so that they only needed to do little changes for the final product. Between his schedule with Endeavor's agency and Yaoyorozu's work study, they were both very busy and a group project wasn't exactly something that was easy for them to find time to do together.

Bakugo, Midoriya, and Mineta were all clustered about in the main seating area also apparently working on their projects, though Shoto was relatively certain that Bakugo's partner wasn't present. He thought that that might be for the best considering the volatility of Bakugo and the soft but stubborn nature of Uraraka. How Midoriya had tolerated and liked him from childhood was something that never really failed to surprise Shoto.

"I'm just saying that we got the shaft on this man. Ha, shaft. Actually, the shaft would've been preferrable to the boring bladder and stupid urethra. What a waste," Mineta was whining from the couch as he sat next to Midoriya. He'd been quite loud this entire time which Todoroki had found relatively frustrating since he and Yaoyorozu had been working efficiently in silence before they'd arrived.

"They serve a critical function, Mineta. I think they're really important. Your life would be a whole lot harder if you didn't have these parts," Midoriya defended, thankfully in a much softer tone than the whiny pitch of Mineta's voice.

"Will you two pinch it off already? Deku's due for an ass whooping if he continues failing at trying to use his stupid black whip," Bakugo asked gruffly.

"Like I care! You think I am the one that wanted to do this project together? Not a chance," Mineta replied with a shrug of his shoulders. His eyes suddenly lit up and he raised a sly brow as he looked at Bakugo. "Say Bakugo, you're not a bad looking fellow, score any chocolate from hot babes today?"

"Mineta come on! We've got to work together or we won't get a good grade," Midoriya encouraged and then sighed heavily. "I know you didn't get the uh, well, uh, the parts that you're uh, interested in, but this is what we've been assigned so we should give it our all. Come on, plus ultra!"

At the same time Bakugo shot a murderous glance at the smaller boy. "Why would I waste my time wanting or actually receiving candy for a dumb fucking excuse of a holiday? Moron."

Mineta rolled his eyes at Midoriya's enthusiastic encouragement and at Bakugo's dismissal of Valentines Day Candy. Clearly, he wasn't interested in anything associated with this assignment.

Todoroki's gaze darted briefly back toward Yaoyorozu who was making some notes in the margin of the paper he'd written and then back toward the three boys on the couch. He was glad that he'd been paired with someone like Yaoyorozu. Being paired with someone like Mineta, well it'd be frustrating at the very least.

As he gazed at the other boys, he thought back over the day and the surprising amount of chocolates he'd received. Prior to coming to UA, he'd not really engaged in or acknowledged any tradition associated with Valentines Day or really any holiday for that matter. However, at UA he got to participate in and experience what regular people apparently did with the holidays. This included Valentines Day and for some reason, he couldn't really understand it completely, he was extremely popular for being on the receiving end of Valentines Day chocolate.

All day he'd had girls from his class as well as class 1-B and even a few upper classmen nervously give him chocolate. He had a whole bag of chocolates up in his room that he'd received through the day. In fact, he was fairly certain that the only girls in his class that hadn't given him chocolate were Jiro, Asui, and Uraraka. Even Yaoyorozu had smiled and given him a little chocolate candy when they'd settled down to work together. She had been casual about it and it seemed more so a friendly gesture than a flirtatious one as he assumed that that was usually the underlying nature of chocolate giving.

Why had so many of the opposite sex taken an interest in him? Were they impressed by his quirk? Trying to gain favor with him because he was the number one hero's child? While he was a superb student and exceptionally talented quirk wise, he certainly didn't consider himself that popular. Surely someone like Midoriya, who was constantly upbeat and friendly and most of their classmates valued him, would be overflowing with chocolate candies?

"Pfft, you're in for a rude awakening then small fry. Deku's the king of the nerds, ain't no way you're not giving your all into an assignment. It'd be a cold day in hell that he'd get anything less than an A-," Bakugo said with a snort and a gesture in Deku's direction. The loud and somewhat snide comment pulled Shoto from his thoughts as he blinked and looked over toward his bickering classmates.

"Shouldn't you be working on your own project? Or I don't know, more concerned that it's Valentines Day and you've got zilch to show for it" Mineta huffed, his arms crossed and his mouth turned down in a petulant frown.

"Ha, can't. Cheek's is at her work studies and won't be back till late. Don't matter anyway since she's gotta look over my notes and I doubt she's done much of that. She's nearly as bad as Kirishima!" Bakugo said with a snort, completely ignoring the second part of Mineta's rebuttal.

"Kacchan! That's not true or a very nice thing to say about Uraraka," Deku said with an almost hurt expression.

"What? I said almost. 'Sides, I already finished a rough outline of the paper anyway, so regardless of what she has or hasn't gotten done, we're in a good place, better than you anyway," the ashen blonde said with a shrug.

"Okay if you're in such a good place then why don't you help a dude out and do my part of this stupid assignment?" Mineta asked, his tone no longer whiny and annoyed but now charming and soft cut with a heavy undertone of desperation.

"Haha, fat chance small fry. You're on your own, now hurry up!" Bakugo laughed but quickly followed it up with a death glare.

Shoto looked back toward Yaoyorozu who had stopped looking over the paper and was also now looking in the direction of Bakugo, Midoriya, and Mineta. He feared that they'd have a hard time continuing to work steadily with the raucous from the other boys.

There was just a slight furrowing of her brow that Shoto noticed. He assumed it was either from concentration or from growing noise. He glanced at the clock on the wall and back at Yaoyorozu. It was just a little after six o'clock which meant it wasn't yet quiet hours which meant that he was allowed to have others—including members of the opposite sex—in his room. It might be the best place for them to continue to work since it would be very quiet. He did have a spare zaisu that she could sit on, after all.

"Yaoyorozu, would you like to move elsewhere to continue our project? It's gotten a little loud here," Shoto asked quietly. From across the room Mineta was continuing to complain loudly, Midoriya was still trying to convince him to work, and Bakugo was growing ever more impatient with each passing second.

"I think that would be a good idea, Todoroki. I'm not sure how much more we can accomplish here with the well, well with the noise pollution," Yaoyorozu agreed her gaze briefly glancing toward the arguing boys.

"We can go to my room. It should be very quiet there and I've always found it to be very helpful in creating a focused mindset," he suggested softly. He was surprised to see Yaoyorozu's eyes widen at his suggestion. Why was it surprising that he'd suggest his room?

"Y-y-your room?! Um, but we aren't supposed to have other students, well, I mean members of the opposite sex in our rooms!" Her voice was higher pitched and her cheeks were starting to shimmer with scarlet.

"That only applies if it is after quiet hours, I believe. We have a group project to do so it would only be natural to do at least some of that work in one of our rooms since that would guarantee a quiet environment. I'm certain Mr. Aizawa would approve," Shoto explained logically.

There was still a growing blush on his classmate's face but she slowly started to nod. "Well, when you put it that way it does make sense. I have to stop in my room though to grab the models. I made them last night so I'd like to get your opinion on it."

"Of course. Should we head up then?" He asked.

"Uh, yes," she replied, clearly nervous.

They rose from their spots at the table and began to leave the common room.

"Let's just do this for an hour Mineta. Look, I took all the notes that we'll need and I brought some balloons that could be used to simulate a bladder," Midoriya was saying in an imploring tone to the ever-obstinate Mineta.

"An hour?! Are you fucking kidding? Deku, All Might is waiting! You've got thirty minutes or I'm gonna explode your ass here and now. You too small fry!" Bakugo shouted.

"Just leave me alone! I'm not doing this stupid assignment and why didn't I get any chocolate?! I'm a standup guy and like one of the hottest dudes here!" Mineta screeched not unlike a wailing child.

Shoto and Yaoyorozu swiftly made their way to the stairs, eager to escape the arguing boys.

Todoroki made his way up the stairs without feeling any real anxiety or tension despite knowing that he was mere minutes from having a girl all alone in his room. She was simply joining him so that they could work on their project together. It was an innocent arrangement and one that he couldn't see any other way.

Yaoyorozu on the other hand, felt incredibly nervous following him up the stairs. Sure, she was going to make a brief stop at her room to grab the models she'd made, but then she'd be going into Todoroki's room…alone. She'd asked him out the previous week on the urging of Ashido and Hagakure, but that had gone less than well and now she was about to be one on one with him in his room; his private space and on Valentines Day of all days. That made her intensely nervous.

They reached the fourth floor and parted ways with Yaoyorozu heading toward her room. Todoroki continued on to his own room and left the door open after he'd entered so that she knew to come right in. He opened the cabinet that he had on one of the far walls and pulled out the extra zaisu. Shoto then set it up next to the zaisu he already had in place at his desk.

He spared a brief glance around his room and already was feeling more relaxed in the familiar and quiet environment. Surely, he and Yaoyorozu would be able to complete their work much more efficiently in this setting. The overflowing bag of candy that sat on the opposite end of the table briefly caught his attention. Perhaps he should remove it as it could be distracting but having it available to Yaoyorozu if she wanted a sweet snack inclined him to leave it where it was.

Shoto took a seat in the zaisu that was usually out and pulled out some spare sheets of paper as well as a pen. He briefly wondered what Yaoyozoru had created in terms of the models. Had she decided to do a full lower body mannequin like diagram with a cross section? He wondered if that would be taxing on her quirk since it would be relatively detailed creation. That thought made him wonder about the extent of her creation quirk. If she could create anything as long as she knew what and how it was made, did that extend to things with intricate details like dollhouses, toys, fake flowering plants, books with multicolored pages, picture books with different images on each page, etc?

It was certainly an interesting quirk with a wide array of use, though she was somewhat limited in that she had to know how something was made and what it was made of. Making things on the fly might prove problematic if she had to flip through an encyclopedia or other book. Her quirk was also largely dependent on how many lipids she'd consumed. In some ways he thought that it would behoove her to be on the fatter side, like FatGum. If she was larger, than she could likely expend a greater amount of lipids before she reached her limit. Though he supposed that she might not exactly be very interested in being overweight even if it did benefit her quirk.

"Todoroki?" Came a soft but questioning voice from his doorway.

He glanced that way and gestured at the seat beside him. "Yaoyorozu, come in." She seemed to hesitate at the doorway before taking a step forward and moving to the seat beside him. Once she was seated by his side she scooted just a smidgen away from him, putting some space between them.

Is she really this uncomfortable with being in a boy's room? He thought to himself curiously. It's because she's in your room, a small voice whispered back to him. Shoto felt a brief shudder of alarm at that voice but quickly shrugged it off. No, she is simply nervous because of Mr. Aizawa's warning. She wants to follow the rules.

"Can I see the notes you made on my part of the paper?" He asked in an even and controlled tone. He remembered the candy and gestured to it and said, "if you'd like you can have some chocolate. I received lots of it today."

Yaoyorozu stared in the direction of the bag of chocolate and her eyes widened. "I guess you did get a lot." When her gaze returned to him, he thought her eyes looked a little somber and her shoulders seemed to sag a little. Did seeing the quantity of chocolate that others had given him bother her? "Here." She handed him the paper she'd been looking over downstairs.

Todoroki took the notes from her and quickly forgot his musings over the chocolate. He looked over her notes and agreed with them for the most part, though he found himself somewhat distracted by the dainty and clearly feminine handwriting. Some part of him compulsively wanted to copy her writing in his own hand to compare them. Shoto wasn't really sure how his own writing style would differ. His handwriting had always been on the small side, very neat, very legible, and light as if he barely applied pressure to his pen or pencil.

Shoto raised his eyes from the paper back to Yaoyorozu who was subtlety looking around his room. He remembered that everyone had been impressed with how Japanese his room had looked when they'd initially done that silly room competition. Shoto didn't think it was all that strange, though. He'd just made it look like his home and what was comfortable for him.

"I agree with your suggestions. Have you worked on the conclusion or your portion covering the clitoris?" He asked directly as he put down the paper on the desk and looked at her.

Yaoyorozu's gaze snapped from the room and back to him, then quickly dropped as a blush started in her cheeks. "Actually, no. I admit that I got a little distracted in the creations of the male and female models. Their creation was a bit difficult and it ended up occupying most of my focus last night."

"Really?" Shoto asked, surprised. He'd thought that she'd almost certainly have completed the writing portion of their shared essay.

"Yes, I apologize. I will be able to complete it tonight though. I think with some of those revisions your part of the essay should be complete. I can give you my portions tomorrow to proof read," Yaoyorozu said with a small bow of apology.

"It's okay Yaoyorozu, I was just surprised is all. You don't need to be so formal with me," he paused and then added, "I am curious about the models though. If they took so much of your focus and time, they must be quite intricate."

Another blush rose to Yaoyorozu's cheeks. "Well, I don't know that they're that intricate, it was more so an issue of I had to make multiples of each before I felt like the design was right. The female portion was a bit more difficult because at first, I just tried to create the uh, well the clitoris just by itself, but that, well that didn't really look right, so I ended up just making small models that encompass the entirety of the vulva with the focal point being the clitoris. That was the difficult part because I had to put extra focus into the details of it."

"Impressive. Can I see them?" Shoto asked, genuinely impressed by what she was describing. He again wondered about the extents of her quirk's ability and its limits.

Yaoyorozu pulled a small pouch out of one of the voluminous waist pockets at the bottom of the turtleneck she wore. She offered it to Shoto, both hands cupping a pouch about the size of two tennis balls. He carefully took it from her and examined the pouch. It felt almost like velvet and was a deep red color, slightly darker than the red of Yaoyorozu's hero costume. He briefly wondered if she'd made it herself or if it was something she'd had lying around. A drawstring kept the pouch closed and Shoto gently tugged on that, releasing the tied knot.

Shoto carefully dumped the contents onto his desk and watched curiously as two flesh like little mounds rolled out of the pouch. One was clearly masculine, the other clearly feminine judging by the shape alone. He reached out to the one that looked more phallic in shape and examined it.

It looked not entirely unlike a lump of flesh colored clay on one side with the other side having a phallic like protrusion that had the general appearance of a penis. There was little detail on the girth of it, but at the head Shoto was somewhat impressed to see that it did in fact look very much like the head of a penis, with a urethral opening and everything! He probed the fake penis with one hand and was somewhat surprised to see it that it was fixed in place and inflexible. Not that the model required manipulation, he was just surprised since in every other way it was quite life like.

"At first I created one that had uh, testicles, but, I decided that that took away from what our actual assignment was and it required more work to make so I ended up just going with the uh, with, just the uh, er, penis," Yaoyorozu explained nervously.

"I think you did a great job, Yaoyorozu. It looks very life like albeit, a little odd without the testicles, but including them wasn't part of our assignment," Shoto agreed as he set down the model penis. He slowly picked up the model of the vulva and looked it over.

He wasn't all that familiar with female anatomy aside from what he knew and had seen in textbooks. In terms of masturbatory material, it was a rare day when Shoto resorted to derogatory smutty material like dirty magazines or pornography. Whenever he engaged in masturbation, or as it had been referred to him by Endeavor from a young age, self care, it was mostly done out of need for the release of pent up frustration and hormonal relief. It was more so an act of release and honestly he thought of nothing when he did it, it was mechanical, almost sterile.

As he looked over the little model in his hands, he almost regretted his robotic approach to masturbation and half wished he'd spent time gazing at a dirty magazine for reference to know what he was seeing now. He knew what the anatomy was supposed to look like since he'd seen it enough times in text books and diagrams, but what he held in his hands somehow felt different. It was different to actually hold and touch the female sex, albeit in a model format.

From the back it looked not unlike the penis had, a flesh colored mound of clay, but from the front it was clearly the lower portion of a females pubic area complete with labia majora and minora, vaginal opening, urethral orifice, and the clitoris. All locations were relatively small in comparison to the clitoris which was most definitely on the larger side, larger than what he assumed was normal for most women.

He turned the little pubic model in his hands and wondered what she'd based her models on. What had she based the penis on? Their textbooks? The internet? Someone she'd seen?

"What did you base the models off of?" He asked curiously

As the words left his mouth his mind continued to wander in that general direction and that train of thought suddenly took off like a rocket and he started to wonder what she'd based the female model off of. Was it based off their text books, the internet, or perhaps…herself? Before he could stop the direction of those thoughts, he started imagining Yaoyorozu in her room, legs slightly spread, an awkwardly held mirror down between them trying to catch a reflection.

The image conjured sent a blush over his cheeks and made him abruptly put the model down, as if its touch had stung him. The lewd images in his mind continued to play on repeat and he felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. What was wrong with him?!

"What? Why, do you—" she stopped when she saw the blush on his cheeks and a similar color started to form on her cheeks, "—from our text books of course!"

Shoto felt the right side of his body instinctively start to kick in and glorious cooling started to develop on his right side. It was enough to mitigate the heat on his left side. He took a deep breath to center himself and then turned toward Yaoyorozu, digging deep to push down the dirty imaginings of his friend and classmate and to silence his embarrassment at such a transgression.

"I was just curious, sorry if that made you uncomfortable," he said softly and gave a bow of apology.

Her cheeks were still red and without even thinking about it, a small block of ice had started to form in his right hand. He looked at it, mildly surprised at the near unconscious creation of it. He motioned his hand toward her, ice block cradled in his right palm.

"Oh. Thank you, Todoroki," she said softly and took the block of ice from him and pressed it to one of her cheeks. "It's okay, you didn't make me uncomfortable, I was just a little surprised by your question is all." She smiled at him then and the tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of his mouth in return.

"I think these are good, Yaoyorozu. They'll probably be better than anyone else's design," Todoroki surmised as he carefully put the models back into the velvet pouch. "Did you make the pouch for them too?"

"I did. I figured it was probably best for them to have their own carrier since they're well, they're kind of strange to just carry around." She took the pouch back from him and put it back into her waist pocket. "I should probably go work on my part of the essay now. If you don't have any questions about the revisions I suggested than I'll go ahead and leave you to them and go work on my part of it."

Todoroki nodded at her. "No, they were clear. Thank you for going over it and showing me the models. I think we will be done well before the due date."

"Me too," she agreed and then rose from her chair. She gave a small little bow to Todoroki and said, "I'll see you tomorrow, Todoroki." She then left his room.

Shoto sat alone in his chair and in the silence of his room. He looked back at where the models had been on his desk and felt his stomach tighten. He clucked his tongue in disapproval when he realized that sometime in between his crude imaginings and Yaoyorozu leaving, he'd developed the beginnings of an erection. Why had he thought of her in such a way? It was so inappropriate to think of her that way, to objectify her like that. He shuttered at that thought. He would have to be better.

He turned his gaze back to the paper that Yaoyorozu had looked over and fixed his mind to the work ahead, far from any thoughts of a hormonal male teenager.