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With Midoriya returned to the dorms, life was a bit of a crawl at the UA dorms. It was far from being something that he was going to complain about with all the chaos that was going on all around him. Life finally felt like it was giving him a break to allow himself to reorient himself. A weekend to take a breather was certainly a very welcome thing.

He was in Momo's room after breakfast, looking over the lesson plan that she had him studying while she was cleaning out his ears. His head was nestled against her pillowy thighs that he valued as phenomenal examples of their kind. Momo wanted to go over some of the lesson plans with Izuku due to the absence he took to only recently return from the short lived internship he took. It was also her trying to be a good girlfriend and keep his mind off of darker subjects so that he can process things at a more reasonable pace.

"... And after that, what do you get?"

Izuku scrunched his face and kept trying to work out the math on the notebook he held sideways to match his orientation. Seeing him act like his usual self once again made Momo feel a little more at ease. His answer, however, failed to make her feel anything but slight irritation.

"... A hundred and seven over eleven."

A light jab into the side walls she had already cleaned made the teen jump a bit at the uncomfortable sensation.

"No, try again…"

Going over the math, he eventually caught what it was he did wrong. Redoing everything from that point in the equation gave him the proper answer.

"Oh, it's a hundred and seven over twenty eight."

"Mhm…"

She was done cleaning his ears and was folding the napkin that she used as a disposal tray for the gunk she managed to clear out. Quite a bit had clogged the canals; probably from all the dust that managed to find its way into his ears in the first place. It took some stretching, but she eventually tossed the napkin into her waste bin for disposal later.

Izuku flipped onto his back and looked up to Momo with her hair down. Some hair fell into Izuku's face, so she brushed the lock behind her ear. Watching her do nothing was far more fun for Izuku than it should have been.

Her own gaze looked down on the boy she'd fallen for with a small yet charming smile. Both cheeks were slightly rosy, giving her a glow he was at a loss of words to describe.

"... Do I get a reward for being a good student?"

An index finger found itself on Yaoyorozu's chin like she was actually thinking about what she already knew he was about to receive.

"Hmmm, that depends. What would be appropriate for a good boy like you?"

"Maybe this?"

His thumb brushed against her lips, sending delicious chills all over her body. Being the responsible teacher, she made sure that her students were properly rewarded for all of their hard work. Momo dipped her head down while keeping the hair on the right out of the way. They took their time to feel each other through their lips. A slow dance between their lips both dancers were very familiar with.

After a few minutes, they came up for some proper air and found each other to be hypnotizing. Something as special as this felt right for them. Midoriya's hair was still pillowy and silky to the touch as Momo brushed his scalp with her left hand.

Wanting to do more, Izuku sat up and scooched over to Momo so that he could run his fingers over the hem of her shirt. Getting rid of the form fitting piece of clothing was a no brainer for a girl as intelligent as Yaoyorozu. Once gone, her bra was on display for him to admire. This time it was Momo who got rid of the piece of underwear blocking Izuku from having his skin on skin contact. Next up was his shirt.

Unveiling those ripples of taunt and ripe muscles made momo lick her lips like a kid at an ice cream parlor. Unable to resist, she pushed Izuku down onto the comforter and proceeded to straddle his hips.

The heat that came from the bulge she sat on was all the more reason to get a taste of the snack in front of her.

Her tongue trailed up and down Izuku's chest and abs like she was a doe at a salt lick. Midoriya was breathing hard and slow with how good the woman crawling all over him was making him feel. What she needed now was to get to the next part of their little game, and she needed it desperately.

Both her shorts came off along with his basketball shorts. Both naked, Izuku spooned Momo while guiding himself into the warm and tight space that was meant for him.

Now inside, he pumped back and forth while Momo was playing with her clit. He started to pinch at the hardened peaks of her breasts without losing his pace in fucking his girl. This wasn't so much about the sex as it was about the connection.

Being like this all day was perfectly fine for the couple. Each of them came when they wanted to while enjoying the feeling of nipping, sucking, or touching each other. There wasn't a lot going on for their schedules that day, so they just kept at it until their next meal period.

Later

It was around dinner when Nakamura returned from his errand. From him starting the stoves to the finished meal took minutes on the hour to complete. Everybody said their thanks as they stuffed their faces in a way that Haru knew meant that they loved his cooking. The other meals were properly packaged and given to the officers designated for delivery to the other dorms. It was always a relief for him to come back to the dorms and enjoy the reaction these kids had over something he made.

Kitchen duty fell upon Tokoyami and Kirishima that night, so the two boys dutifully put on their aprons to help out Haru wash the dishes. Kirishima felt as though Tokoyami was cheating a bit with the use of his shadow doing so much of the work while he was tasked to wash with his only two hands.

That accusation was immediately shot down by none other than Nakamura himself. He gave Tokoyami to master the craft of multitasking with his quirk to help further develop his powers. It still left the hardening body quirk user a little bitter, even with the explanation he got.

The others were all getting ready for bed while Nakamura was doing some last minute wiping down for the evening. Satisfied, he rewarded himself with a drink and smoke.

Out front of the 1-A dorms, Haru cracked open a beer and downed half the liter bottle before lighting a cigarette. A sigh of relief with the alcohol starting to warm him ever so slightly was his way of showing how content he was. There was a bench next to the front entrance with a trash can with a built-in ashtray for him to use whenever he wanted to relax outside. While sipping and deciding to go back in for another drink, he noticed someone sneaking through the dark from the direction of the neighboring dorm.

All Haru did was simply go inside and pretend he saw nothing. He was already well aware of who it was trying to sneak into the building, so he allowed the person their privacy and pretended to not pay attention to their presence. His vices needed to be satisfied, after all.

Mina's room

Knocking on the door, the one who snuck past what she thought to be a clueless dorm mother finally reached their destination. A short moment later, Mina let Itsuka into her room. It still was a strange thing for her to take sleeping therapy from a classmate, but it was working wonders for her sleep schedule.

For the past few days, sleep was heavenly. Not a single restless night with Mina assisting the girl while she was out like a light. Though she wouldn't admit it, the snuggling was a rather nice thing she pretended to be asleep for at certain opportunities.

Although she didn't consider herself gay, there were certain inclinations that teenage girls would find themselves struggle with. All Itsuka wanted was some damn sleep until she was able to manage by herself again. When she entered the pink girl's room, she was a bit startled to see Izuku sitting at the girl's desk with a packet in his hands being opened to a specific page. He looked to be completely unperturbed by the girl's presence and even gave a wave to the redhead.

Cutting off the girl about to launch into a series of questions, Mina asked Itsuka to sit on the bed to explain herself. She looked rather sincere about the request, so Kendo honored the request. Turns out that the girl only wanted to sleep with her boyfriend that night and invited him with the intention of teaching him the same sleep therapy she learned from the packet.

Certain lines of logic aren't quite logical in the traditional sense. You take away the middle parts and see that the first and last point make no sense in relation to each other, you're probably stretching a bit to bend the reasoning to your favor.

Mina did away with all the logic and just made an absolutely insane deduction with point a and b being completely unrelated to one another. Izuku shot the girl with a sympathetic look as Mina's boyfriend. She pondered whether or not Izuku's odd girlfriend made him look more insane or more patient than others that would be in his position.

Sensing her hesitation, Midoriya offered that he sleep on the opposite end of the bed Itsuka was going to sleep from. On top of Mina being a great sport for helping the sleep deprived girl, watching Mina look so hopeful with those strangely alluring eyes made the girl relent and just go with it. Another victory that Mina achieved through her rather backwards method of doing things in order to get her way.

It was a bit snug, but the bed was plenty wide enough for all three of them. Mina kissed Izuku good night before saying goodnight to Itsuka, who was a little embarrassed by their casual displays of affection.

Still, that night was another glorious night of deep sleep that warmed Itsuka to Izuku's presence in the bed. Not in the biblical sense, of course.

Monday

Class was the usual affair of going to class and doing extracurricular work with little concern for things outside of the classroom. One thing that had given some people a point of concern was how Aoyama was trying to interact with Midoriya. Things like giving him cheese by putting it in his mouth himself, or speaking fluent French and leaving everyone absolutely clueless as to what the hell he just said.

Worst yet, later that night; Izuku had given Ochaco a good night kiss and wrapped his arm around her while she used his chest as a pillow before turning in for the night. Some time after this, there was a presence outside of his window that made the boy subtly crack his eyelids open and see who it was out of the corner of his eye. The one peering into his room was none other than the classmate who was trying to gain Midoriya's favor nonstop earlier that day. He didn't know why, but Aoyama was even stalking him in his sleep.

A light was then shining over the balcony of Izuku's room and gave Aoyama a reason to flee the scene. He leapt off the balcony to then plummet into the bushes below. It was a tad too bright when the light hit the balcony for Ochaco. She stirred a bit wondering what was going on before Izuku just told her he was the one who wanted to spoon. An easy enough lie for Ochaco to completely believe.

Later

Nakamura was enjoying an evening to himself while the kids were all turning in for the night. He didn't require much sleep himself, so for him this was more relaxing than sleep was. A drink with another obscure novel about a sailor's odyssey while jazz was playing on his phone.

His music was suddenly cut off when he received a call from what he could tell was the campus security. This was likely not going to be just a courtesy call wishing him good night, so he answered with a serious tone. Listening to the patrol captain informed Haru of an incident that one of the officers had caught a student from dorm 1-A violating campus rules by trespassing onto another student's balcony.

Without much of a choice, he downed the rest of the drink and told the captain to have an officer drop off the student to the dorm. He would personally talk to the boy about his conduct. The book would have to wait, unfortunately.

A Few Minutes Later

Autumn nights were cooling off with the approach of the winter season right after. On his usual outdoor bench, Nakamura was smoking while awaiting the arrival of the rule breaker. About three quarters down the stick was around the time Haru saw the patrol four wheeler with none other than Aoyama in the passenger seat.

He got out of the compact vehicle and followed the officer to where Nakamura was sitting with his left leg over his right knee. There was no effort to get up or make eye contact as Aoyama was ushered next to the officer.

"Good evening, Nakamura-san. We caught him on Midoriya Izuku's balcony trying to look in. He fell into the brush below, so we needed to administer first aid before bringing him in."

"... Thank you, officer; that'll do."

The officer bowed before taking off to complete his usual rounds across UA. Aoyama was starting to sweat bullets at the sight of his dorm mother just sitting there without looking at him. Haru didn't once look in his direction for the entire interaction, making him look like some criminal boss or something. If he was in trouble, things could spell disaster in the long run.

"... Have a seat, Aoyama."

When it came to Nakamura when he wanted to take disciplinary action, all the other students knew better than to give this man lip. Only two incidents of rule breakers violating serious rules like sneaking off past curfew off campus and illicit fighting respectively were times that the student's disrespected Nakamura. Both students were naively confident that a man in a colorful apron with a title like dorm mother was nothing but a chump. A very, very, very short sighted thing to think.

They both were sent to the UA campus ESD barracks where they both spent two weeks following the ESD daily regimen for their officers. Up at four thirty to then get their affairs sorted out in no less than the time it took for the inspection to reach their barracks. Both offenders were put in the first ones.

While there, they were treated as part of the squad. When they got punished, the whole squad got punished. Needless to say, their workouts were very thorough during this time period. By the time they got back; not a single incident where they even littered was reported.

Aoyama knew this and was well within his reasons to be respectful. He didn't need this knowledge to begin with, since Haru was pretty much the closest friend he had on this campus. Disappointing this man was the last thing he wanted to do. There was no protest when he planted himself into the left side of the bench.

Silence sat between the two of them as Haru kept smoking in peace while the blonde rulebreaker was still shaking in his boots. Finally, he ashed the cigarette and spoke while still turned away.

"You are aware that trespassing is a serious offense in the school's rulebook, no?"

He couldn't even utter a noise with how scared he was on top of his shame. Nakamura looked ahead of him as Aoyama nodded yes.

"I could suspend you for that. To be honest, Izuku was probably the worst one for you to spy on. Are you aware that he has relations with the females in your dorm? If he wishes, he or anybody he was with could press charges if he had been with any of them tonight. You know what that means, right?"

This explanation escalated into something rather daunting in the blink of an eye. He didn't think that far ahead when he decided to trespass onto Izuku's balcony.

"That's a juvenile record with a sexual deviancy charge. That shit will hang over your head for the rest of your life, kiddo. I'm dead serious…"

It was a serious offense that Aoyama committed just now. If he were to be charged, more than his career as a hero would be at risk. All around him were walls that were towering far over his head and blotting out the light above.

"... Was he intimate. Yes or no."

The boy's head shook no.

"... Was he awake?"

Another shake no.

"... Okay. From now on, you are on your best behavior. You even show up late to class from now on, you're going to the ESD officer quarters. Are we clear?"

A shake of his head yes at the out he was given almost snapped Aoyama's neck. Another tired sigh through his nose after getting his answer illustrated how annoyed he was that this happened in the first place.

"Alright. You can go back to bed."

Without a second thought, the blonde accepted the terms of his current predicament. Giving one last bow to Nakamura; Aoyama returned to his room while leaving his dorm mother a little exasperated over the situation. In fact, Nakamura was almost certain that the reason behind Aoyama's act of voyeurism was indirectly a result of news he received about some serious activity regarding some groups of interest in the country.

America had announced a trial test in several of their more poverty stricken areas to see if the Emergency Security Department would be a good fit for United States defensive measures. Nezu gave him the good news that his terms were accepted with his officers now being sent over to prove to the rest of the world that his ESD will keep those who need actual help safe. While All Might kept Japan at a six percent crime rate, the rest of the world lagged behind.

For Haru, the world still needed help. Not even a little rebel group he already had his claws deep inside would get in his way.

The Next Day

Every student walking into room 1-A was a ball of energy in their own right. The joint training program was announced and they were all eager to start working on how it is they could make up new ways to help and support each other in combat.

Ever since the recent events that shook the nation, most notably the destruction of the yakuza research facility, there had been a major push from the public to get heroes to get their act together. Public opinion was still shaky on the validity of heroes in society with the success that the ESD had with recent events.

It was due to the foresight the ESD had to stealthily evacuate the entire area that nobody was hurt. They were even getting those in need of compensation the help they needed without any sort of hassle. Press conferences had representatives speaking out against questions and demands that they become the forefront of the country's public safety. For the one who created the Emergency Security Department, this idea would completely defeat the purpose of the officers he created for the wellbeing of society.

They were not a form of governance. Their job was to protect and serve the public. Becoming an image would just throw off the balance Nakamura was creating for society. Since the ESD kept pushing for the credibility of heroes, they still had a way to keep the public relatively neutral on the overall argument.

Many of the students were all bouncing ideas off of one another about what sort of unique attacks and strategies they could think of. Others were gossiping about the pro heroes doing the same, seeing some interesting combinations with speculations to what sort of team these heroes would make. Things were progressing fairly quickly in different directions with how the events of the world were starting to become reshaped.

UA Training Facility Gamma

Class 1-A was scheduled for their first day of team compatibility assessment. This was a very experimental part of the program that would help determine who had the best chemistry with who based off of physical abilities to start off. As part of their training, all of them would be assisted by none other than some of the most experienced combatants within arm's reach. The ESD officers all made their return, although something was significantly different from the training clothes they were all dressed in from the last time they helped out. Each officer was in their full uniform, complete with protective gas mask and all.

"Uh, hey; Sensei?"

"Yes, Kirishima?"

"Why are they, uh, dressed like they're about to go and arrest someone?"

Cementoss was a bit too casual in the students opinion when he gave the explanation to the protective gear the officers were now wearing.

"Well, we must also test the validity of your combos in an actual combat scenario. They have been asked to treat this as live combat training to better get an understanding of your potential."

Several steel boxes were being wheeled in by other ESD personnel for the officers currently standing in line. The boxes all had their respective access codes punched in to open them up for their contents. A multitude of weapons that were all varied in ranged, melee, and ordinance were all displayed for the officers. There was a bit of a sinking sensation in everyone's stomach as they looked on helplessly at the weapons that were all being distributed to different officers.

Nasty looking tools like a grenade launcher, rifles, handguns, shields, stun batons, etc. were all being used by the officers. While that was going on, Cementoss explained the situation like none of what was going on was even there.

"Both UA and consulted professionals from the ESD have agreed that placing you in a live combat training program will get you all better acquainted to the real potential threats you will all face as heroes."

A gun cocking in the background as the officer wielding it was checking the weapon for any irregularities made a lot of students jump at the sound.

"Don't worry, all their weapons have been adjusted so that they won't cause any serious bodily harm. Just be aware that they are still using rubber rounds usually reserved for riot control, so please wear these."

All the students were given face plates that had their exact measurements tied to them for a snug fit. This was very essential since some of the officers had automatic weapons and shell based rifles. The masks were surprisingly easy to breathe in with a built in dehumidifier and ventilation while still keeping their faces safe. Some of the students were even commenting that they wanted to keep these for how cool they looked.

Some of the students were all pairing off while Izuku was a bit apprehensive at the sight of trained professionals of both armed and unarmed combat getting ready for battle. Kirishima was as enthusiastic as ever since he never got to test out his newest hardening ability. He invited all of his classmates to attack him as well as the officers for his training, needless to say nobody took him up on the offer. Off to the side, Katsuki was observing Midoriya and could see something had changed in him since his time at the raid. Not knowing what it was, he kept to himself since it seemed like there was still a much needed amount of development yet to be had. Only time would tell if it was going to become something worth mentioning.

Scanning the room, Izuku's eyes eventually spotted Aoyama. He noticed that the boy was a little shy after last night's little escapade that probably ended up getting him in trouble with security. More than anything, he was just glad that he and Ochaco still just wanted to sleep after the raid had occurred.

Since there were no hard feelings, he was the first to approach the nervous Aoyama and waved a friendly hello. There was a little apprehension, though Izuku put those feelings to rest with a smile.

"Hey, Aoyama! Everything alright?"

Not within Aoyama, but the truth was often a fuzzy thing.

"O-of course, I am fabulous."

A very limp version of his usual eccentric pose was not convincing the young Midoriya that things were just that. Wanting to avoid adding to his guilt, Izuku went for the clueless angle and just played along.

"Okay. Just know you can talk to me if you feel like you need to, okay?"

Though it wasn't intentional, it just buried Aoyama in even more guilt. Right as Midoriya was turning to leave, he decided to say something to the boy.

"Midoriya, wait!"

Taking a moment to give the french boy a moment, he was given quite the laser light show with beams of energy shooting out of the belt and newly upgraded pauldrons that also shot the laser from his navel by redirecting the energy. It didn't last more than a few moments until Aoyama doubled over while clutching his stomach.

Midoriya rushed to Aoyama's aid when he realized the blonde pushed himself too hard and was now doubled over in pain. Trying to get him help, Izuku turned to ask the teacher for Aoyama to go to the nurses office. What stopped him was a solid grip on his forearm from none other than Aoyama himself. Looking a bit puzzled, an explanation to his rash action was given that deeply resonated with Izuku as well.

"What is it, Aoyama?"

"... Your quirk is incompatible, isn't it? I'm the same…"

It was an incredible amount of insight from someone Izuku thought to be below average in the class. A facade that few people on this campus were able to see through.

The teenage boy suffering from terrible muscle cramps went on about how his body never was able to handle his power from birth and needed to be focused through the same type of belt he currently wore. Without it, the damage to his body would end up multiplying without the conditioning effect of the belt. There were only ever two incidents where Izuku injured himself with One for All and Aoyama immediately saw through to the truth.

For some reason, It made Izuku feel somewhat closer to the eccentric french in his class. They were more similar than what either of them had expected to one another. An understanding was somewhat reached between the two of them as Izuku gladly accepted the olive branch given to him by Aoyama. In Aoyama's position, he only felt even more guilty with the fact that it was more of a holly he gave to Izuku that he felt would be the boy's undoing.

ESD Medics were approaching the still agonizing boy to take a look at his physical condition. It was literally when they arrived that the actual consequence of overusing his navel laser came to light. As professionals, they worked quickly and discreetly to escort Aoyama back to the dorms to get changed and do their diagnostic of his condition afterwards.

What Aoyama didn't know was that the blood sample they took as part of their assessment was to be sent to ESD labs to confirm more about what it was that connected him to the one who truly guided the boy to UA. It was a path that directed him to Nakamura, the man that only took from people like him. One thing on the list that Haru had on the docket was Aoyama's freedom.

Things were still not in their right places. For now, he still had to wait. There was still work to be done.

A Week Later

Now was the season for the school year to go into its cultural festival. All of the students were busy with all sorts of self appointed projects for their classrooms to complete. Most of the other grades already had their classes' choice of entertaining the guests while one class was still trying to find their theme.

1-A Had Mina and Izuku demonstrate a dance routine that was a bit on the flashy side. Izuku removed his tie while Mina swapped to one of her dancing heels that was used for their latin pieces. The music started and they proceeded to capture the entire room's attention.

There were many principles to latin, but one rule that Haru drilled into the two lovers was that they needed to make the audience feel something. That feeling was jealousy. To make the woman he danced with the most beautiful woman in the world. To drive all the men in the room to go insane with the idea that they aren't the ones dancing with her.

Both of them were nothing short of fiery as they danced with one another. Izuku was perfectly giving Mina her vivid passion a platform to entice and draw the crowd in. They only saw each other as their bodies synchronized into a cyclone of passionate love. Even the temperature of the actual room was beginning to rise a bit.

With a flourish, everyone in the room erupted into a round of applause as Izuku wrapped his arm around Mina while she put her hand on his chest. Taking a bow, Izuku was sure to give a possessive look to the other boys in the room who were starting to give Mina the eye.

That was the one downside to dancing with a crowd present. Often, that attention that made salsa so passionate gave a lot of guys the wrong idea.

After everyone gave their suggestions for what their class should do for the festival, Mineta was thrown out the window by an enraged Izuku for suggesting a titty bar. All the girls being with Izuku should have been enough of a red flag to avoid such a suggestion. The only thing Izuku got from Aizawa was a polite request to sit back down.

Aizawa was certain that even if nobody told them otherwise, people would have guessed that Midoriya was Nakamura's son for how similar they were. The day was incredibly unproductive with ideas in a deadlock against one another while none of them felt all that engaging.

Time was of the essence, so not having a starting point yet was a bit frustrating.

Later That Evening

Back in the commons; the students of the still undecided theme to their attraction were all gathered in the room with a brainstorm session at the seating area. Haru was cooking dinner for the evening while leaving the students to figure things out for themselves. When they came to him for advice, he just told them that this was supposed to be their decision to make as a class. He didn't waver on his decision on the matter, even when they let him know that Aizawa was going to make their attraction a public lecture if they failed to come up with an idea by tomorrow.

Though he still didn't offer his assistance, he would at least talk to the hard ass of a teacher about such a shit idea.

The room was still taken in by the dance that Mina and Izuku performed for them all during class. It was Todoroki who offered a video on Iida's laptop that conceptualized something a bit more audience friendly for them to do.

Watching the live performance with live dancers was quite the inspiring sight for them all to agree unanimously to go for it. A sigh of relief could be felt throughout the room for how they were now not going to be doing a public lecture. Just in time as well since Haru had dinner all ready for them. With both their bodies and minds full, they all enjoyed the deep sleep they all fell into.

Tomorrow was the day where they would seize the moment and begin their grand project.