He stood down the hall, cloaked in darkness, watching as Izuku lifted his daughter into his arms, the joy and love evident on the young man's face. He could hear their voices echoing down the hall as the little girl was upset with him for hitting Mommy. But the same was not valid for when Mommy had hit her daddy.

Mommy and Daddy? He paused as those words sank in. He was thankful that the boy had moved on and that the little girl had found someone to call mother, someone who loved her. After all, it was him who had robbed them of both.

The reports were that the villains were alone; they had somehow broken in and stolen information that should not exist, information that the HSPC wanted to keep that way. The information he wanted to be kept that way: the death of his son, the mental break of his wife, the truth of his marriage. All things he needed to make go away. He had pull and some authority, but not enough to keep Rei locked up. They had helped with that. All he had to do was retrieve this, and he was free; he wouldn't owe them anything.

He didn't expect there to be anyone else, nor did he pause to notice the signs till it was too late. The fight had escalated quickly. In truth, Elementa was a great foil to him, able to divert his fire or summon other elements to protect her and her partner. Then it happened; she could divert his flames, but not all of them. If he summoned a strong enough blast, he could end this. He didn't see the girl till it was too late, so she took the hit. Elementa had done all she could to divert it.

When the young woman screamed, all the fighting stopped. In all his years, he had never killed an innocent, a fact he took great pride in. Being a fire hero, he had drilled and trained constantly because of his quirk. He did the same for heroes who passed through his office, beating it into their heads. Toya was the same; every lesson was about control, strength, precision, and being the best. The best didn't kill innocent people because they lost control or because they were not aware of their surroundings.

Shoto refused to train his fire, keeping it bottled up and held inside. You can't keep something like that caged; eventually, it will break out, and when it does...

Seeing Shoto stirred a great combination of pride and anger. He was exactly what he wanted, a perfect combination of his and Rei's quirk. He was robust and powerful, but he would never bring his fire to bear after his actions. Actions he could have stopped that he could have controlled. But he was lost, had been lost for a very long time.

An obsession had grown and taken over, this desire to usurp All-Might. He had made him buy a wife and have her breed children that he used or ignored. He should have done more to protect Toya, but his obsession blinded him. Deep in, he had done the right thing to get Rei committed, but he was being a monster in keeping her there. Everything had begun to crumble; everything was falling apart; how far gone was he was everything? He had to desperately search for any moment where he looked upon his children like Izuku looked upon his daughter. He remembered briefly when it happened until their quirk manifested; they were a failure. Toya had some hope until it became apparent that he couldn't use his quirk without damaging himself. Fuyumi had an ice quirk, so he ignored her. It was the same with Natsuo.

He had gambled so much on this venture, only to be met with failure and disappointment. Then Shoto came, and he knew it. He knew this was the child he had done all this for, the child who would topple All-Might.

He shoved his failures aside and focused everything on this perfect child, this perfect combination of Ice and Fire. He didn't see what it was doing to Toya, the anger and rage that was lit inside his son, until it was too late. And when Toya did lash out, it was that he almost ruined his perfect child that bothered him. Not that it was his actions that brought them here, not that it was his dismissal, his refusal that caused his son to die. Not that his constant pushing and methods made Rei fear that Shoto would be the same, that he would immolate like Toya or, worse, be like him. Private funeral, no announcement, nothing. He just dismissed his son like a piece of trash. When Rei broke, it was because she was jealous. After all, she was sabotaging him, not because he had broken her, not because she had to bury an empty coffin that represented her son. Not because he was concerned with Shoto's training or what would be prepared for dinner after the funeral. Not because she had lost someone she loved, someone dear and precious.

He didn't understand it; she knew what this arrangement was. So he made her cry in another room, having Fuyumi and Natsuo cry away from him so he didn't have to deal with it. Arranged to have Toya's room packed and cleaned so there was no reminder of his failure, so he wouldn't have to acknowledge it. Shoto couldn't be sad or confused about what happened. He had to train and fulfill his desires, or everything was for naught.

Then that girl died, Suijin Yamada, a mother. That girl had run out there to save her daughter, only to be met with fire and death. Her last words were about her daughter; her last thoughts were about her daughter. Not about herself, not about living, but about her daughter; she died afraid and in misery because he was too blinded trying to save himself.

He read the reports of the grief that Izuku went through, as noted by his social worker; every time a report was filed, it found its way to his hands. He had killed an innocent, at first he consoled himself by telling himself she was a villain in training, but a quick search found nothing. Her records were clean, with glowing reports from teachers. She wanted to break the cycle; she wanted a better life, and he had killed her. In all his years, an innocent had never been killed by his fire; he had never taken the life of an innocent till that night.

He knew that Shoto had made a mistake picking a fight with Izuku Midoriya; the reports had confirmed it and seeing him in the first events confirmed it. He held back to help others. That big idiot had inspired him, and his speech told everyone as much. But it wasn't a blind dedication, calling out people to be more than what their quirk defined them as. Everyone had told him he was crazy for daring to aim for the top spot; to rise above everybody with a fire quirk was insane. It had never been done, but he was determined to be that one. Izuku Midoriya had struggled and overcome his slow start to this position; he wasn't fighting for himself but for his daughter.

Was that secret, was that the truth, that if you fought for yourself alone, then you were fighting for less than? He wanted to protect the people, be the best, and be recognized as the best. But beyond that, what was he fighting for if he ever became the best? When it started, it was to rise higher than any other fire quirk user ever had, to show others with the same quirk that it could be done but had become lost with being the best, not in a good way. Shoto was fighting to prove one person wrong: him. Izuku was fighting to elevate everyone around him. The proof was in the first event, then the second, and how he conducted his fights to get to the final round.

Failure, the feeling of failure, was an immense pressure. He had failed completely and utterly. He had failed the only people he shouldn't have: his wife and children. The question was how to deal with that failure, and it was too late for the three children still alive. How do you return from such a spot when the world would look at you and call you a villain or monster? He couldn't fix it but could make it better and fight for more than he wanted.

Podium

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a hand to our medal winners of the First Years U.A. Sports Festival!" Midnight called out as the crowd roared, the podium rose with Izuku in first place, Momo in second, and Katsuki with Shoto in third place. "And as a…"

"I AM HERE TO PRESENT MEDALS!" All-Might boomed, landing before the podium.

"special treat…" her voice trailed off. "You messed up the timing," she whispered.

All-Might looked sheepish, "Should I go back?"

"No, why would you jump away only to jump back," the crowd's laughter was a reminder of the hot mic. "Just carry on."

"WELL, CONGRATULATIONS TO EVERYONE FOR ALL THEIR HARD WORK AND DEDICATION TODAY!" All-Might called out to get the crowd cheering again; he took the bronze medal and hung it around Shoto's neck; he leaned in to deliver messages for the medal winners only. "No hero is an island, not even me; to deny yourself is to lose yourself in the haze of hatred and folly," he whispered. Shoto could only nod his head.

"Congratulations, Young Bakugo. I know this was not the result you were looking for, but I see there has been growth," Bakugo took a deep breath.

"I am coming for that title next year; I don't care how hard you train him," Katsuki replied.

"I will train you both," All-Might said. "You have great potential, and if you continue to grow in your quirks and as a person, then I know you will push all those around you higher."

Momo smiled as he drew the silver medal around her neck. "My dear Momo, your resolve and dedication have been registered and shown to the world. I know my granddaughter will be safe in your hands, and Izuku will also be."

"Thank you, All-Might," she responded.

"My boy," he said, placing the gold medal around his neck. "You have constantly found ways to exceed any expectations I place on you. I could not be prouder."

"Thank you, All-Might," he whispered.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your medalist for the First Year Sports Festival. Give them a round of applause!" Midnight said.

The Castle

"There stands your brother," All for One cackled. "The crowd cheering for him, our enemy praising him, all the while you sit defeated."

"Once," Neito sneered. "Once, Father, I will not be defeated again; let me go and show him the folly of his way."

"Foolish boy," All for One replied. "To go alone will be your end; gather others around you and use them to carry out your revenge. You cannot defeat him as you are unless you need me to make it so unless you need my help where he does not."

"No, I don't need your help, Father; watch me rise," Neito proclaimed.

"Good, someone is reaching out," All For One said. "Someone I believe will be handy in your quest to go to the bar." He waived his hand as Neito was wrapped in the black liquor and transported away. "My boy, how interesting it is to see you rise. Soon, you shall come to my side, and that wretched All-Might's failure will be complete."

The Bar

Neito appeared, seeing Fallen and Winter Moon sitting at the bar watching the sports festival. "Ifrit says he has someone for you; they are in the Billard's room," Winter Moon said.

Neito ordered the Nomu to open the door, and the creature did as commanded. Neito was stunned to see Shota Aizawa bent over the table, taking a shot.

"Ifrit, what is he doing here?" Neito asked.

"He had been asking questions," Ifrit said. "I was in a tough spot with Fat Gum, and he got me out of it. He said he wanted to meet with the guy in charge. He said he needed something."

"Professor?" Neito said, looking at the two Nomu's in the corner, staring at Aizawa like a piece of meat. "Oh, wait. You are no longer a teacher," Neito said, snapping his fingers. "What is it that you want?"

"Revenge," Aizawa said. "He cost me everything. I want to see him suffer!" he said, pointing at the television with the image of Izuku. "I don't care what you want if he knows misery! I know you want him dead; I want him gone."

"Revenge I can work with," Neito smiled. "But before that happens, there are some things you will need to do. To prove yourself."

"What do you have in mind?" Shota said, sinking his shot.

Promised Night

Inari did not want to leave her Mommy and Daddy alone until Itsuka offered her a sleepover with her and all the girls of 1-B. Promises of Movies, Ice Cream, and Singing, she ditched them fast.

Momo excused herself to go shower, telling Izuku she would come by later. Izuku blushed as he went to do the same.

Momo slipped down the stairs to Izuku's room. The heavenly smell of food filled her nose as she entered. She smiled, seeing candles on the table. They ate, gazing at each other in the candlelight and talking a little. After they were done, he placed the dishes in the sink and extended his hand to her. "Shall we get to bed?" he said.

Spice

Momo, blushing, could only nod as he gently led her to the bedroom. Once inside, she smiled, seeing a few twinkling lights strung around the room; they slowly came together for their first kiss of the night. Her hand rested gently on his chest as slowly their kiss deepened; it was a controlled display of want and passion as they stood there, his hand on the side of her face. She slowly stepped back, turning so he could unzip her dress; she turned and slowly let it fall to the ground: black garter belt and stockings, lace bustier, and thong. She blushed and looked down; slowly, she looked at him; his eyes danced over her body, and she saw such love and lust in that gaze.

She watched as he stripped out of his clothes till he was in his underwear and hesitantly came across the room, his hand delicately slipping around the small of her back. He moved her head to the side as his mouth gently found her neck; her arm slipped around his head as she moaned softly under his kisses, her breath catching with each light nibble. Her leg came up over his hip; he held it there, his fingers caressing her thigh.

He released her leg. His hands found the clasps, and with a simple tug, they came free. The only thing holding her top in place was their proximity. He turned her around; she held the top in place as he angled her neck; he peppered her neck with kisses, working from one side around to the other, before he focused on the back of her neck, her soft moans filling the air. He took her hands and guided them softly above her head, her top falling to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed. Her arms came gently behind her back, locking around Izuku's neck. His hand slowly danced up her sides; she felt like she was floating when they finally came to her breasts. Her arousal went up a notch, her eyes opened, and they were facing a full-length mirror. She watched as his hands danced over her breasts, across her stomach, around the band of her underwear; he slipped his fingers under the band.

It caused her breathing to hitch; he moved to kiss her shoulder blades with little nibbles in between; his hands grazed and scratched her sides and back as he kissed down her spine. She grabbed at her breasts and teased her nipples as he went lower and lower. He hooked his thumbs into the edges of her panties. She shuddered as he slowly pulled them down. She giggled when he kissed the top of her hips above the curve of her luscious ass. He ran his hands up and down her legs, exciting her skin to dimple under the touch.

She felt his gentle tug as he turned her around to face him; she looked down into his eyes as he peppered her legs with kisses working his way up, her arousal apparent when he kissed around her pelvis, lightly kissing the outer lips of her pussy, a teasing lick made her nearly lose control, he moved up her abs till he came to her breasts, that was where he began his actual assault, her eyes closed, tangling into his hair, when he finally broke from them he came directly to her lips no tender passion instead a raging inferno was there.

They fell back onto the bed; she broke free, and it was her turn to kiss and suck on his neck; she worked her way down his chest. She grabbed at his underwear and pulled them down; she looked up at his erect cock, knowing and seeing how aroused he was excited her even more. She came up and ran her tongue along his shaft; his moan was music to her ears; she moved the side as she began to take him into her mouth; he grabbed her leg and pulled her around. She straddled his face; electricity ran through her when his tongue ran up her slit, he licked her hardened clit, and she moaned around his shaft as she bobbed up and down on his cock. His moans vibrated through her; they lost themselves of mutual pleasure and passion as they worshiped the other's sex. The muffled moans of pleasure were the symphony of their passion; she could feel her climax building; she wanted them to cum together. She took him even deeper into her mouth, sucking and worshiping his cock. She felt his cock swell in her mouth. She tried to suppress the building release, the tensing of her muscles, the waiting dam about to explode. His mouth came away from her sex; he called out her name; the first splash hit her throat. It was the signal for her to let go.

It was a total body release; everything contracted and exploded at once, her vision blurred, and the only thing she could think of was to take his release; her toes curled so tight she thought they would break; she pulled her head to the side as she could only tremble from the orgasm. Her body was limp momentarily; she felt him lift her and roll her on her back; her senses returned, and she felt him between her legs; she opened them, inviting him in, and he slowly crawled his way up her body. She felt him at the entrance to her pussy, their eyes locked; seconds seemed to stretch to minutes countless words passed silently between them.

Slowly, he pushed into her; every little progress sent jolts through their bodies. He moved in deeper, and she barely noticed him pushing past her hymen. There was too much pleasure. The small jolt of pain was gone quickly till he was fully inside of her. A shudder ran through them both as he slowly began to move; she couldn't look away from his face as he could look away from hers; he took one of her hands and held himself up with the other. Her legs were wrapped around him as he moved in and out of her. Each stoke was slow, long, and deep; it was this gentle and passionate build; he was making love to her, each movement tender and loving. Their eyes locked, her hips rolling to meet him; it was her every fantasy.

It was soon that the pleasure was broken through, and moans began to escape their lips; they called to each other and professed love as it built. This rising crescendo of joy, her legs held him tight, she begged for him to cum with her to complete her fantasy, she released his hand, pulled him down tight against her, they were sweaty naked bodies coming together, her nails dug into his back as it became too much, as each stroke became nearly more than she could bear.

"Please, Izuku, please, my love, cum for me, cum in me; I need it; I need to feel your release," Momo begged in his ear. His whispered cries of her name, the tensing of his body, that splash inside of her sent her over the edge; she threw her head back in a silent scream, her back arched off the bed. Her legs were locked, holding him inside of her as his whole body spasmed against her. She called his name as she orgasmed, as wave after wave of pleasure went from her toes to the tips of her hair; she felt tears in the corner of her eyes as he painted her womb with his seed. Visions of the future of children and marriage of a distant tomorrow. He collapsed into her; she rolled him onto his back. Leaning down and kissing him tenderly, she pulled back and smiled, feeling him come to life again.

"My turn," she whispered; she pushed herself up, her hands on his chest, and she began to ride him. He watched this glistening goddess fucking him. He sat up, capturing her breasts in his mouth. His hands went to her hips; she leaned back as they moved in concert. Her arm around his neck to support her arm back on the bed as their hips rolled together. It got more passionate and frenzied. As their bodies collided, their cries, screams, and moans filled the room; she threw her arms around him as she lost control, another orgasm tearing through her; he rolled her onto her back, and they nearly fell off the bed, her legs spread wide as he plunged himself over and over into her, hard deep thrusts, growls and sounds of passion coming from their voices, he voice as a mix of a cry and a scream when he came. He pulled her up so they could fall sideways on the bed, drenched in sweat. She looked at him through lidded eyes.

"Promise you will always love me," she whispered. Her eyes were damp, and so many emotions ran through her. "No matter what happens, promise me that."

He kissed her forehead lovingly, tenderly, "As you Wish."

Spice End

The Next Day

Momo and Izuku enjoyed the shower together multiple times before they finally got dressed for the day. The strangeness of not waking to Inari was at the back of their minds. After they ate, they walked hand in hand into the common room.

It was mostly empty, as many students were with family or enjoying the festival. They only saw Mina and Toru, who gave them knowing smirks as they headed out the door. They smiled and said their hellos as they exited and made their way to the 1-B dorms and the rest of their little family.

After messaging Itsuka, they were greeted with their Inari missile and rabid fire speech about all she did last night. She was proud to show them how her hair was braided with flowers courtesy of Ibarra. While she was talking to one, Itsuka came over with a faint blush. She kissed each one and wished them good morning. Set and Tetsu whistled as she did so, deepening her blush; Kinoko just shouted at her to get it.

"We were going to walk the stalls at the festival. Were you three going to join us?" Momo said, looking at the trio.

"We were just waiting on you two love birds," Set said teasingly, making Izuku and Momo blush.

It was terrific now that they weren't in the middle of the festival; there were so many stalls and people. The strangest part was getting recognized by people, such as Momo and Izuku, for placing second and first, but Kinoko and Set were also recognized, which made the girls sputter. Set and Co broke off to see some of the 2cnd year's events while the parents wandered into a massive children's section that none even knew existed.

It was its event with rides, games, stage shows, hero appearances, and festival food. They were even more surprised when they found out that the 3rd-year General Studies staffed the whole place, and this was Professor Midnight's pet project. They never got out of there as Inari was having too much fun. Izuku was smiling dreamily, watching Inari chasing her mommies around a bounce house; he had been tasked with guarding the purses and getting some drinks for his ladies. A noble task, he told himself.

"Hello Izuku, kero," Tsu said from behind, turning he saw her and her family. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of Tsu, whose face was drawn up like a kitty cat, earning a smile from his classmate. He then took one of her mother's faces, which is done like a unicorn, complete with a faux horn.

"Hello Tsu, Beru, it is good to see you both," Izuku said smiling; he complimented her siblings on their excellent faces, painting a doggy and tiger, respectively.

"You are doing well; where is Inari?" Beru said, looking around; she smiled when he pointed towards the bounce house.

"She is playing with Itsuka and Momo," he smiled and knelt before Tsu's siblings, Satsuki and Samidare. "Would you two mind saving them?" he looked up at Beru, who smiled and nodded as they ran off. "How are you feeling?" he asked Tsu.

"I was still a bit sore last night but felt much better this morning," Tsu said, her finger at the corner of her mouth. "And you?"

"Very good," he said, unable to hold back his smile.

"Tsu told me a little about how Inari handled the festival. Was she okay seeing you and her mommies fight?" Beru asked.

"She was; she didn't like it, but the little traitor seemed more upset with me hurting Momo than Momo hurting me," he said, earning a laugh.

"She is wise beyond her years," Beru said. Momo and Itsuka arrived. Itsuka and Tsu shared a hug, both checking on the other. Momo instead asked Beru about the face painting, as it was painfully apparent that was what lay in Izuku's future. After that, separating Inari from Tsu's brother and sister was impossible, so the two families merged and walked around together.

Beru could see their bodies tense when some walked towards the children, including her daughter; the anxiety was still there. She was pleased to see that though they were vigilant, they weren't in a hyper-state but working through the fear they had experienced.

But as they relaxed, some of the children's joy washed over them as they were pulled into whatever game or thing they wanted to do. There was a healing effect, almost like laughing and playing in the sunshine; the smile on Inari's face was enough to soothe even the most troubled soul.

It was a few hours before the end of the festival when the two families parted. Tsu was going home with her family for the weekend, and yes, Izuku was correct. His face was painted; the young family returned home to get Inari packed for her trip to Disneyworld with her grandpa and Pap Pap. Itsuka and Momo were apprehensive about Inari being away but also looking forward to having a weekend alone together. There were many blushes as those thoughts danced through their heads, but more so as Momo and Itsuka were supposed to spend the night together tonight.

They did their best to put the thoughts out of their heads, but they couldn't help but steal glances or admire the other's body. Toshi was leaving after today's festival on a private plane heading to America to meet an unknown pro hero. They wanted to protest, but when it was about helping Inari, they knew it was for the best.

They walked Inari to the private exit; she wiggled free and ran into Torino's arms as they waited briefly for Toshi to arrive. He was patient as the young mothers relayed all the rules to him; he did his best not to smile to tell them that he would be breaking every single one. Through the nighttime lullabies routine, he paid close attention, too. Once they were done, he smiled as Izuku reminded him not to let her go wild on the sweets, and then it was his turn.

He pulled out his phone, hitting a few buttons on the screens, and all their phones chimed. "I know that you are nervous about being away from Inari, but I am nervous about you three being out of my sight as well," he said. "With that in mind, I have sent you official documentation that from now until my return Monday night, you are at this moment recognized as my deputies; this will allow you to use your quirks to defend yourselves and for the other million reasons that may be necessary, though, of course, I hope that it won't be necessary. If you do have to use your quirks and after being approached by a pro hero," Toshi paused and handed them all unique identification, "Show those."

They all looked at the badges with a sense of wonder and couldn't help but smile. "Remember that any actions or inactions you take will be reflected upon me." They all nodded. "Do not worry about cleaning the house. A cleaning crew will come and handle everything; the house has been stocked," he blushed. "Just enjoy yourselves."

They all looked a bit sheepish; he hugged them all before letting them say goodbye to Inari; they managed not to cry till they were out of sight. They hugged and sat on a bench briefly before each girl kissed Izuku to excuse themselves to get ready. Izuku may have had some very naughty thoughts running through his head about what would happen later this weekend.

"What are you going to do tonight?" Momo asked before they parted.

"I honestly don't know, the last time I was alone at night…" he said, shaking off the bad memory. "Maybe play some games or watch a movie. I have laundry to do as well." They shared a kiss before they entered the dorms and separated.

Izuku's Relaxing Night

He had made a detour to the kitchen. The dorms were quiet as most of the students who had not gone home were still enjoying the festival; he turned and saw Katsuki standing there.

"Where is the kid?" he asked.

"On a trip with All-Might," Izuku said. "He is taking her to see a pro he knows; he thinks they can do something to help keep her safe."

"The girls?"

"They are having a date night," Izuku said. They stood for a moment, staring at each other. "Are we going to do this?"

"Yeah, go get changed," Katsuki said. "No quirks. I don't want those two to murder me if you can't go on your weekend getaway."

"Sounds good to me," Izuku said, walking off.

In silence, Mineta, Mina, Eijiro, Toru, and Denki looked at the duo walking out of the dorms.

Sparring Ground 11

Katsuki watched as Izuku swiped his faculty badge. The doors opened, and they walked into the plain room with the padded walls and floor. In silence, they both began to stretch; they both saw the gloves and headgear, and neither of them made a move for them before they walked to the center of the arena. With a nod of the head, it began.

Izuku and Katsuki sprung forward at each other; Katsuki came in with an overhand right; Izuku landed first, slipping past, and buried his fist in Katsuki's gut; he spun past and punched Katsuki in the back of his head, causing him to stumble.

Katsuki rolled forward, creating some distance; he came up and rocked back to avoid a downward punch from Izuku, landing a sharp left and a right. He tried to follow up with a leaping knee, but Izuku slipped to the side, caught him, and lifted him quickly before slamming him down. "Fuck you!" Izuku roared. Katsuki kicked his leg, sending him down and allowing them to scramble to their feet.

Katsuki faked another right and then fired a left that Izuku deflected. "You were such an insufferable asshole!" Katsuki yelled. Izuku connected with a counter-left jab, then a thrust kick that sent Katsuki falling back.

"You tried to fucking kill me, you insufferable piece of shit," Izuku rushed forward, attempting to land a falling knee strike that missed. Katsuki rolled to the side, pushed off one hand, and landed a kick to the back of Izuku's head, pushing him away.

"I couldn't understand why you kept coming back; I fucking hated seeing you come back and just stand there," Katsuki said, pushing off and spearing Izuku in the gut.

"I just wanted my goddamn friend back, you bastard," Izuku said as he got his rolled back with Katsuki and kicked him off, sending him flying through the air and crashing into the padded wall. "I just wanted to be fucking hero, and you couldn't have that could you."

Katsuki absorbed the tackle back into the wall, dropping an elbow into Izuku's back, "No, I couldn't," Katsuki yelled back, landing a few knees before tossing Izuku aside. "If you could be a hero without a quirk, what would matter if I did?" He raced to try and follow up on his attack; Izuku recovered quickly and rolled past him, picking his leg and sending him to crash to the mat.

"It shouldn't have mattered, you asshole," Izuku said, scrambling to take Katsuki's back; he drove his forearm into the back of Katsuki's head, bouncing his head off the mat.

Katsuki scrambled, managing to roll over so Izuki didn't have his back; he grabbed Izuku by the face, placing his thumbs on Izuku's eyes and pushing, making Izuku yell. Bakugo kicked him off. "I knew it then, but I didn't understand it," he took advantage of Izuku's momentary blindness and landed a hard right hook, his best punch, followed by an uppercut. "I could never be the top hero if you were around; I could never be the hero you could be even if you didn't have a quirk. I fucking hated you for that."

Izuku had landed against the wall. Katsuki tried to land another hook, but Izuku slipped under and landed an uppercut that nearly lifted him off the ground. "Then my mom dies, and you…you son of a bitch!" Izuku ran in left jab, right hook, and kick to the knee; Katsuki went down, leaping knee to the face. "I was going to rip you apart, tear you limb from damn limb!"

Katsuki got up bleeding, and Izuku came diving at him; he managed to get his footing and tackle him out of mid-air, landing in the top position. He landed a forearm hit before Izuku could block. "I deserved it; I didn't know that then, but I know that now. I was so caught up in what had happened that I was glad it was your mom and not mine." Izuku snatched him by the ear and yanked, rolling them over.

"If it were your mother, I would have tried to be there for you," Izuku snarled, landing blows to Katsuki's ribs. "I would have still tried to be there for you even after all the bullshit you put me through."

Katsuki tried to tie him up, but it wasn't working; he felt Izuku push down on his leg and slip a leg free. Katsuki tried to scramble, but Izuku kept him down. "I know, damn it, I know," Katsuki covered up as Izuku fired off some hammer fists. "I know you would have forgiven me for all my bullshit, I know you would have. I couldn't forgive myself."

"You didn't even come to the goddamn funeral, you bastard," Izuku yelled, moving into a side position. Katsuki landed a desperate elbow but couldn't shake him off; he tried to land another. Izuku dodged, trapping it against the mat.

"What right did I have? I still didn't get it," he said, trying in vain to protect his head.

"What did you not get!" Izuku said, landing blows to Katsuki's head and face.

"That I had lost the only real friend I ever had," Katsuki said between blows. "When I saw you at the restaurant, the kid, and everything." Izuku landed a hard blow that almost turned his lights out; Izuku advanced, trapping his other arm.

Izuku landed two more unprotected blows, but Katsuki couldn't do anything. "What do you want, Katsuki?" he saw Katsuki about to answer but shut his mouth. Izuku punched him again, "Tell me!" Again, silence, another punch. "I swear on Inari's mother that I will keep punching till you talk."

"I want to go back and do it over, not be the biggest piece of shit on the damn planet; I want to try and get my friend back," Katsuki said. Izuku punched him again. "I don't deserve it. I know I don't, but fuck, just one chance. Can I have one chance?" Izuku punched him so hard that everything went dark.

When Katsuki woke up, he was lying on the mat, bloody, bruised, and probably suffering a broken nose. Izuku was sitting next to him, bruised and bleeding. "It felt good to punch you," Izuku said.

"Same also, I deserved to be punched," Katsuki said.

"So what now? What do you want?" Izuku said.

"Just a chance," Katsuki said. "I just want a chance."

"Fine, you get a chance," Izuku said. "One chance."

"I only need one," Katsuki said. They struggled and returned to the 1-A dorms; Mina was sitting there with the first aid kit when they walked in. Nor did the others ask any questions, instead inviting them to play games with them.

SPICE

Momo and Itsuka

They sat at the little table and ate dinner, sitting next to each other. They smiled as they fed each other and laughed; something was playing on the television, but neither was paying attention.

Neither of them knew who kissed who first, but once they kissed, it was an immediate reaction. Itsuka's back was against the bed as Momo straddled her lap. Momo pulled at Itsuka's shirt, and Itsuka did the same; they sat there in their bras, their hands roaming over the other's body, mouths finding, lips and neck. Itsuka unhooked Momo's bra with ease, making Momo giggle. That giggle ceased when Itsuka's mouth captured her breast.

Itsuka's hands slid up Momo's thighs and under her skirt; Momo moaned as Itsuka's hand grabbed her amble ass. Itsuka lifted Momo in a very arousing display of strength, turning and laying on the bed. Momo began to protest as Itsuka's mouth trailed down her stomach; Momo's thin black panties were pulled down off of one leg; Momo looked down and locked eyes with Itsuka, who was staring at her wet pussy.

"Itsuka, you don't…" Momo began, but her protest was cut off by her moan as Itsuka's tongue traced her outer lips. Momo could feel this hesitancy, but it quickly faded as her girlfriend's tongue began to penetrate and probe her. She heard this satisfied moan not from herself but from Itsuka; she looked down to Itsuka, who paused and returned Momo's gaze.

"I like the way you taste," Itsuka said. Momo blushed and was about to say something, but it was again cut off by Itsuka's mouth on her sex. Momo was hanging off the bed slightly, her legs wrapped around Itsuka's head, and Itsuka continued to pleasure her. It was different from Izuku, as to be expected; with Itsuka, it was the slow and sensual act, with Itsuka seeming to savor every part of Momo's sex. Itsuka teased and explored Momo driving her to ecstasy, working her ever higher; when Momo thought she was about to burst, Itsuka drove her even more; her body would tense and flutter under her girlfriend's relentless assault, shudder as Itsuka's hands would dance over her thighs and ass when Itsuka slipped a finger in Momo who had been trying to contain her moans lost control. She was bucking against Itsuka's mouth, begging for release.

The tension finally hit a point where it couldn't go any higher; the build was too much and had to be released, and release it did. Momo clawed at the blanket, her thighs locked Itsuka in place, and everything tensed to a near-painful level and released in one motion. Momo couldn't even scream as her back arched off the bed, her mouth open as everything began to tremble: her muscles, her heart, everything. It was such an orgasm; it was a complete release; in the span of two days with her two lovers, she had two different orgasms that would rank against all others.

When she finally unlocked her legs, Itsuka stood shimmed out of her jeans, and her teal thong slipped away. She climbed on top of Momo and kissed her; Momo shuddered, tasting herself on Itsuka's lips, wondering what it would be like to taste Itsuka herself.

She pulled Itsuka up higher and higher till she had Itsuka straddling her face; Momo looked up past Itsuka's rock-hard abs to the hungry look in her girlfriend's eyes; she lifted her head and took a long lick up Itsuka's slit; Itsuka rocked forward catching herself on the wall. Momo parted her pussy lips and tasted again, then again. "I like this," Momo said. Itsuka sat there over Momo's face as it was Momo's turn to pleasure her. She saw Momo's hand glow and a small pink egg vibrator materialized. Momo took and held in Itsuka's clit, sending the pulsing waves through her; she heard Momo start to moan; she was doing the same to herself as she explored Itsuka's aching pussy with her mouth. Itsuka was being teased and riled to a near frenzy as she began to rock her hips against Momo's face. When it finally began, it was this tremor that ran up Itsuka's body; she began to call Momo's name; when it hit her head, she screamed her girlfriend's name as she orgasmed, bucking wildly as Momo's hands dropped the toys and held her hips against her.

Itsuka felt another release. She tried to stay something; as Momo continued to tease her clit; she screamed as she felt the second release and began to ejaculate; Momo was surprised but opened her mouth and drank all she could. Itsuka finally toppled to the side in bliss, "That tasted so good," Momo said, kissing her.

Itsuka blushed as she returned the kiss; it was tender before it started to build higher. "What else did you want to try tonight?" Itsuka said, blushing, hoping Momo had more in mind. Momo blushed as a double-sided dildo fell to the bed. Itsuka reached the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a lubrication bottle. Momo saw a few different sex toys in the drawer and blushed.

After that, it was an evening of exploration, love, and lust. They explored each other's bodies, bringing each other to orgasm, trying different things, and even laughing a few times. It was this perfect night together for them; there was no feeling of inadequacy or worry about pleasing the other. They were both learning together and feeling safe and comfortable allowed them to explore different things and find ways to make love to each other. They would fall onto the bed covered in sweat and hold each other, whispering love and talking of fantasies for them and ones they wanted to do with Izuku of their dreams, wishes, and fears.

They fell in love all night till the first morning rays fell upon them, and they fell asleep tangled in each other's embrace.

SPICE END

America

Inari's first flight was surprisingly easy. The girl did complain about her ears some, but the day of playing and having fun caught up with her, and she soon fell asleep; she woke up and needed the potty and water, but after she snuggled into Toshi's arms, she was back out like a light. They landed and were whisked away to their lodgings quickly. Inari was staring at the window and asking questions about all the strange sights around her.

The first night was difficult, trying to get her used to the change in time and being away from her parents. It was settled with a video call, and he decided to ask his son about the bruises on his face later, as Izuku told Inari that he had fallen. Torino had left to have a drink in the bar while Toshi sat with Inari, watching one of her movies; he looked at his phone when it notified him that the person he had been waiting for had arrived and arrived early. The movie was still going on, and there was no way he could get Inari into bed before her arrival. He had hoped to talk with them alone.

Instead, he decided that maybe Inari would help make this request; he waited until the door chimed, assumed his buff form, and opened the door. Standing there was a tall woman with a well-muscled build. She had elegant facial features, narrow eyes, and long flowing blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail; she wore tight blue jeans, sneakers, a tight black shirt, a baseball hat with Mikey Mouse, and glasses. Her muscular build did little to hide that this was a gorgeous woman.

"Please come in," Toshi said, stepping inside. Once the door closed, he hugged her, "Thank you for meeting me, Cathleen. It is hard to carve out time as the number one hero, especially in such a large nation as America."

Cathleen smiled, removing her cap and tossing her hair; she heard the sound of a Disney movie from the living room and a child's laughter that caught her off guard. "It is not every day you call and ask for a favor, Toshi," she said, looking towards the living room. Then, right on cue, a little girl wearing an All-Might onesie complete with a hood came running in and slid to stop looking at them.

Inari looked at her grandpa, then the woman who looked a lot like him, and she was confused, "Grandma?" she said hesitantly; both pros turned a bright red, and smoke popped from their ears.

"No, my dear, this is a good friend of mine, Cathleen," Toshi said quickly.

"Katlee, Katleeennn," Inari seemed to be struggling.

Cathleen smiled at the little girl, and Inari froze. She smiled just like her daddy and her grandpa. "Can you say, Cathy?"

"Cathy?" Inari said with a smile. She then looked at her grandpa holding out her cup. "Juice?"

"Yes, you can have juice. You finished your water," Toshi said, smiling. Cathy watched as he walked over to a fridge and pulled out a bottle of apple juice to fill the cup; the little girl was beaming, pulled him down, kissed his cheek, and ran off.

"Grandpa?" Cathleen said the tiniest hint of sadness in her voice. "I never knew you were married or had children. Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"Because I have never married and have no biological children," Toshi said. "But that girl is my granddaughter, and I love her more than anything else. That is why I asked to meet with you. You are a bit earlier than I was expecting. Let me start at the beginning, and we can go from there."

Cathleen nodded; they took a seat where he could watch Inari as she sat engrossed in her movie, "Please don't yell," he said, and in a puff of smoke, the symbol of peace disappeared, and Toshinori Yagi in all his skeletal glory was sitting there. Cathleen didn't scream, though she tensed up. She sat listening to him telling her everything; Inari ran in occasionally, interrupting the conversation. Cathleen watched as they looked at each other with love and how gentle he was with the little girl. When the movie ended, she listened as he carried her off to another room, talking to someone she called Daddy and Mommies, before she heard him start to sing her a lullaby. She smiled, moving towards the open door, and watched as Toshi sat stroking the little girl's head as he sang.

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme.
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true.

Cathleen suppressed her giggle as he was even doing it in Jiminy Cricket. The little girl made him do it again before he stood up, and Cathleen could see her fast asleep. The one thing Cathleen couldn't do was suppress the pounding in her chest, the feelings it stirred up in her, as he had been her first and only love. She loved him so much; at first, it was admiration, but then it grew into something more—every man, every suitor, was held to the image and ideal of All-Might. No one ever measured up.

But this was so different; she had spent time with Toshinori Yagi, the man behind the mask, but seeing him weakened, physically vulnerable, and emotionally, was new. She couldn't ignore how he cared for Inari, cuddled her, and sang to her.

He closed the door, and she teased him just a little about his singing before they poured themselves a whisky. He began to tell her how he came to be in this state. She sat and listened to the saga, looking at the pictures of his "son" as the tale shifted to the boy, his life, and Inari. "That brings us here," he said. "I came here and asked you to meet me to ask for your assistance keeping Inari safe should someone try to retake her."

"Is it just because of my quirk?" Cathleen asked.

"In part, but it is because I trust you, and I know that if I sent Inari or my son to you, you would keep them safe for me," he replied. "You are dear to me, Cathleen."

"What is that you asking Toshi?" Cathleen said.

"I know how extraordinary your quirk is," he said, looking towards the door. "I don't know it as you do, of course, but if you could somehow make it so that Inari cannot be retaken or make it difficult to take, that is all I ask. All For One is alive; his son took her once, and I don't want him to retake her to force my son into the most difficult position imaginable."

"I need to think about it," she said.

"That is understandable," Toshi said. "We will be here till Monday, but we are going to Disneyworld for the next few days."

"I have a place close to here and a few days off," she said, smiling softly at him. "Would you mind if I joined you? I want a chance to get to know her and you better."

"That sounds nice," Toshi smiled, wondering why his stomach felt weird.

The Private Hot Spring

The drive was excellent; the three of them hit the road shortly after noon, and after he had to explain how he got into a fight, Momo didn't understand it entirely, but Itsuka did. When they arrived, the entire place was beautiful, majestic and romantic. The girls were surprised when they walked in and saw a bottle of champagne sitting on ice with three glasses, even more so when Izuku walked over and opened it, pouring them all a glass.

"Izu," Itsuka said, concerned; Momo wore the concern on her face like a mask.

"I know," he said. "But let me explain; this is part of an experiment and something I want to do. The first drink I ever had was because of misery, and every drink after that was an attempt to chase that misery away. When I think of alcohol, I think of those times, of how I lost myself, of how I wanted to lose myself. I don't want that memory anymore."

He set his glass down and grabbed each of their hands, "I want to associate it with a happy memory; I know I cannot get lost anymore; I know that I have people there to shoulder my burdens, my fears, and two women whom I love with all my heart. I never thought I would love again; I never thought that anyone would ever love me or be willing to take on all the baggage that comes with me."

"A positive association," Momo said. "I can understand that."

"Okay, but we take it slow, and you tell us if you feel the craving," Itsuka said. He turned and grabbed his glass.

"To us, to Inari, to finding love," he said.

The girls all smiled as they clinked their glasses together. Itsuka wrinkled her nose; Izuku looked at Momo, and both smiled. "This is very good," she said.

"I like the taste; it has this slight bite that I like," he said.

After that, it was three newly sexually awakened teenagers alone in a house; by the next day, clothes were very rarely being worn except underwear; they indulged in fantasies and lust. It was all they wanted, this private time to experiment and enjoy each other, to have a glimpse of life beyond the horizon.

Waking up naked together was beautiful; they found so many joys. Izuku was stunned watching Momo and Itsuka make love to each other; the naughty thrill was enough to drive them over the edge. It was relaxing and genuinely wonderful.

On their final day, "Do you girls want to spend the day in the city?" Izuku asked.

"That sounds nice," Momo said as she looked like a princess, combing out her long black hair. "There is a new restaurant that opened there recently that I would love to dine at."

"All the sex is fun, but doing some couple things," Itsuka blushed. "That is something I want. I want to build more of those memories as well."

They all blushed and smiled before getting dressed and driving into the city, about an hour from the hot spring. They drove with the windows down from Mt Kuramayama, where they were staying. The mountain air was refreshing; the girls were looking for places to go and see. Hearing them laugh and have a good time, they also remarked about places to bring Inari when they returned. They soon talked about places they wanted to visit as a family and things they wanted to share.

Momo started talking about them going out on her family's yacht over the summer; Izuku protested until she told them they would have to stay in their bikinis constantly, which made him agree. Once they arrived in the city, Izuku was directed where to go as the girls had planned their impromptu trip.

Izuku remembered the trip to Kyoto prefecture with his class and how lonely it had been, experiencing it now, in love, holding hands, posing for photos. It just washed all that away. The day was just magical; they were walking down the street of Jakku, heading to the restaurant. The city was full of life and bustle, especially in their entertainment district; Izuku had been a bit sad when he tried to make a reservation only to be told there was a 4-month waiting list. Then, Momo took the phone and told them her name. Suddenly, a reservation was available, and life changed everything again.

A child came barreling out of the alley and slammed into Izuku; the poor thing stumbled and nearly fell, but Izuku caught her. She was wearing a plain, short-sleeved dress, which was a dirty, pale tan color. Bandages are wrapped around both her arms and legs, stopping at her wrists and ankles; even with the bandages, he could see more scars. Momo and Itsuka were startled, but then they processed the child's state. Her dirty white hair was tangled and messy, and a small brown spiral horn sticking out on the right side of her forehead. She was desperately clinging to a dirty green stuffed bunny.

"Save me," the girl whimpered; her voice was horse and broken. "Please," the little girl lifted her tired, red eyes suddenly grew larger as she stared at Izuku. With a sudden burst of energy, she dove into his arms, "Please save me, save me, save me," she wailed.

Momo and Itsuka moved towards the sobbing child, quickly scanning the area around them; Izuku was trying to comfort the girl when they all froze and instinctively stepped away from the alley.

The little girl could not explain it; something about when she looked into his green eyes, the girls with him. It was the feeling that she chased in her dreams, that the bunny gave her when she would look at it sometimes. The bunny would come into her bad dreams and make them better. He could make them better; he was the one who could save her, the one that made her safe. It screamed out from the bottom of her soul that this was the one she had dreamed about. This was the one that gave her the feeling she didn't understand until she was in his arms: home. One word came to her lips, "Daddy," she whispered, willing it into existence. "Please save me from the bad man; I want to go home."

Izuku froze for a second, hearing those words and the title coming from her lips. He heard the desperation, the hurt, the anguish, and the hope. Her hope was him; for some reason, this girl's home was with him, and he had to protect her.

Then something emerged from the ally: a young man; he wore a black dress shirt with matching dress pants, a pale gray tie around his neck, and a belt with a long, thin buckle around his waist. In addition, he had three beaded lobe piercings in his left ear. Over his shirt, he donned a dark olive-green bomber jacket with a thick purple fur collar. On his feet, he wore white lace-up sneakers with tan soles and no socks. Kai's most noticeable accessories were the white surgical gloves on his hands and the magenta plague mask he wore over his mouth, which was tipped and embroidered with gold. He had a narrow build, short auburn hair, small eyebrows, and small gold irises with relatively long lower eyelashes.

"Thank you for finding my daughter," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "She isn't well and ran away."

"No, please," the girl whispered the girl in Izuku's arms whispered. "He hurts me; I don't want to hurt anymore. Please save me."

"Momo," Izuku said, the little girl stiffened. "No one is going to take you; I promise Momo will keep you safe."

Reluctantly, the little one passed from his arms to Momo's. It wasn't the same feeling for her as when the man held her, but she felt safe and at home.

"I don't think so, sir," Izuku said. "The girl doesn't want to go with you; in fact, she is making claims that you hurt her; from her state of dress and appearance, I don't believe that you are properly taking care of her and are abusing her."

"What proof do you have?" the man snarled. "Are you some pro heroes or something?"

"No, we are deputies of All-Might, and by that authority, I believe you should come with us, as this matter needs to be addressed," Izuku said. "There are obvious signs of neglect and abuse." Momo backed up, shifting the girl away from him. Itsuka stepped to the side, her body relaxed and ready to move.

"Well fuck," the man sighed. "Now I have to kill them, Eri," he said. "You are going to make me kill more people, I will cleanse them of their sickness, I will cleanse this whole diseased world, I am Overhaul, and today you die!"