Going to be a lot of glitch text in this chapter, translation at the bottom.
Ochaco took a deep breath and reminded herself it would just be another minute before the bell rang and she could leave to catch the train to the South Side, irately she tapped her pen on her desk no doubt irritating her other classmates, but she couldn't quite bring herself to care.
She hadn't cared about most of them for a while and was numb to their lack luster taunting, long passed trying to justify herself to them but after the fire she was no longer indifferent and felt quite bitter towards some of them, the middle school drama "plaguing" them were things hardly worth complaining about.
Who cared if the bag your parents got you wasn't the right color? Just be grateful you have a roof, food and parents that could afford to spoil you to the point that you could complain about that.
Honestly, school has never felt so boring and oppressive before, she would push through it though like she promised Izu-Kun.
She wasn't sure why she was surprised that he found out about her attempts to get the gangs in the South Side to teach her to fight, he wasn't too upset with her though saying he understood people cope in different ways, and he would give her permission to learn to fight so long as she kept up an A- grade in all of her classes to prove it wouldn't affect her grades.
Which was a pain, but she understood where he was coming from, U.A. was the best school and she could only get in if she got a good score on the physical and the written test, knowing Izu-Kun was also holding Awa-Kun and Jiji to the same standard was a comfort.
Ochaco jumped to her feet and was out the door as soon as she heard the bell ring, rushing to the locker room and changing into her gym clothes, she didn't get nearly as many looks as when she first started leaving like this, the few gossipers still pointed at her wondering where she was going and why like that.
Waiting on the train she read through some blog posts about balancing exercise routines and schoolwork from former U.A. students in the hero course, they couldn't get into their course training for obvious reasons but some of the ones she found spoke about how they kept up their routines outside of the school assigned work.
And once Awa-Kun got on she gave him a side hug and showed him what she had found before they went over their homework together as they got to the South Side, they went their separate ways since Awa-Kun no longer needed a guide to keep him from the worst parts.
Awa-Kun would be going to the community center, Ochaco however was going straight to the Russian Vipers to continue her training, their territory was a bit deeper than most and if she didn't have permission to be there, she would be quite hesitant to ever approach going so deep in the South Side.
Ryū-San was already waiting for her by the lip of it, he held out his sharp talon like fingers "Ә̶͚͘i̷̭̚m̴̤͛ṃ̵̆ǝ̷̛̤.̸̮͋" Ryū-San demanded, Ochaco huffed taking her backpack off her shoulder and digging out her homework for him.
She didn't know how he read over her work without eyes, or saw anything for that matter but she was sure Izu-Kun would be happy as a clam to tell her the ins and outs of it, the real question was if it would be in a way she could understand.
"O̶̘̰͆͘ʞ̸̨̛̫̕ɒ̵̡̛͉̅γ̵̙̿͜͝,̷̰̪͒͆ ̵̡̝͗̉ɔ̵̮͔̾̃'̴̡̧̓̃ḿ̷̦̱̀ơ̵̮͕̕n̵̺͖̋͠.̴̝͙͑͝" Ryū-San said giving it back and leading her to a small empty warehouse, Ryū-San tossed aside the hoodie wrapped around his waist and waited for her to put down her backpack before jumping at her, Ryū-San didn't the first time and she had lost a very nice pen and needed to redo her history project.
While it was quite out of line to attack an unprepared opponent in most cases Ryū-San had laughed at her when she complained about it "ꓷ̸͖͘ò̶͈ ̷̼͛γ̴̠̀ǒ̷͙υ̶͎̕ ̷̬͠Ɉ̶͔́ʜ̷̩̂i̷̩͂n̶̤̕ʞ̴̖̀ ̴͇͆ɒ̵̯̇n̷͘͜γ̵̺̄o̴͜͝n̷̞͂ǝ̷̳̐ ̵̤̏ö̴̟́n̸͕̑ ̸̠̍Ɉ̶̯͠ʜ̶̢̉ǝ̶͉̒ ̸̢̅ƨ̶͛ͅɈ̴̯̒ɿ̷̤̀ǝ̶̳̐ǝ̴̮́Ɉ̷̬͐ƨ̷͋͜ ̸̩͊ϱ̵̬̓ḯ̴̪v̷͖͠ǝ̴͓̆ƨ̴̛̗ ̴̙̿ɒ̶̜̚ ̴͔̐ʇ̷̨̄υ̵̭̒ɔ̵̢̄ʞ̸̞͒ ̶̟̿ɒ̷͈̃ḑ̴̀o̴̱͊υ̷̨̊Ɉ̷̨́ ̶̞́d̸̨̓ǝ̵̫͊i̷̟͒n̶̨̿ϱ̴̢̄ ̴̃ͅʇ̵̤͠ɒ̸̭̿i̷͎͗ɿ̸̮̉,̸̼͠ ̶̻̽ꟼ̴̣̿ɿ̵̡̃i̶̙̒n̵͕̿ɔ̶̖̿ǝ̷̞͋ƨ̸̺͒ƨ̵̳̀?̴̧̛" He snidely asked her.
And the worse part of it was how right he was, most people out there hurting people weren't just going to roll over for her because she asked nicely and lord knows how naive she'd be to think they'd follow any sort of rules when fighting like in the Judo courses Awa-Kun was taking.
So, most of the time she wasn't learning so much as doing, she was almost always scrambling to keep away from Ryū-San as he tried to attack her, she had certainly learned how to dodge and react in seconds if nothing else.
In between these sparring matches Ryū-San did teach her things like how to properly throw a punch without breaking her fingers, and how to hold a knife if you don't want it to be easily taken from you which was something she was positive she needed to learn at some point since she'd need a knife in her hero gear.
Ryū-San wasn't any kinder in teaching her to fight someone with a knife and she had quite a collecting nicks on her by the end of it, despite the sting of it she knew it was all to make her a better hero and she felt good she managed to pin him once during the knife training.
Right now though she was rubbing the soreness out of her back after being thrown onto it for the fourth time in ten minutes, they had a timer to keep the matches at ten minutes for her to get enough time to recover and catch her breath.
Ryū-San was off to the side sipping from a bottle that was decidedly not water from what she smelt from the bottle when he offered to let her take a sip one time.
"Ȯ̴͈i̴͇͝,̴̚ͅ ̴̩̓ꟼ̵͓́ɿ̴̠̃i̸͚͂n̵̮̉ɔ̸͇͆ǝ̵̬̄ƨ̷̹̕ƨ̷̥̈́.̶̯̄" Ryū-San called, and she gave him a soft grunt in reply.
"⅃̴̝͗ő̸͈ŏ̷̞ʞ̵̫̕,̶̖͗ ̵͚̈́Ḯ̴̡'̶̕ͅv̷̭͋ǝ̵͓́ ̸̔ͅd̷̯̅ǝ̷́͜ǝ̸͓͝n̵̥̍ ̸̟͝ɒ̶͓̿v̷̞̉o̴̡̐į̸̅b̸̙̕ì̵̡n̷̲̆ϱ̶̟̌ ̷̩͌i̷͚͘Ɉ̴̪͛ ̶̝̎ɒ̸̙͒n̶̨͠b̸̃͜ ̸̘̚I̶̘̊ ̸͉͝ɒ̵͔͠ƨ̷̳͂ʞ̴͎͐ǝ̷̗͘ḅ̴̓ ̶͉́ꓷ̸̘̐ǝ̷̦̈ʞ̴̤͋υ̷̳̅ ̴͛͜d̶̦͋ǝ̸̦̃ɔ̴̣̒ɒ̸͇̐υ̴̉ͅƨ̷̠̋ǝ̴̦̓ ̴̬̽γ̴̻̓o̶͑͜υ̷͖̊ ̵͍̎ṋ̵͒ǝ̶͓́ǝ̵̚ͅb̷̭̐ ̸̛͚Ɉ̸̤̑ȯ̵̳ ̸͙̊d̴̙͘ǝ̸̥̄ ̸͉̆q̵̰̚ɿ̴͕̿ǝ̵̩̌q̶̞͛ɒ̸̻̑ɿ̷͎̐ǝ̷̭̾b̴̫̔ ̸̩̈́ʇ̸̹̇o̷͉͑ɿ̵̫͒ ̴̟͗Ɉ̶̦̽ʜ̸͍̈́î̴̪ƨ̶̻͠ ̵̟̄d̸̹̀ǝ̸̫̉ʇ̷͈̋ō̸̩ɿ̷̙͐ǝ̵̥̋ ̴̫̎γ̷̟̓ȯ̷͇υ̴͔͋ ̵̣͂ϱ̵͇̕ǝ̴̝̀Ɉ̸̺͌ ̷̳̑Ɉ̶͑͜ọ̴̐ ̴̣̐Ɉ̸͆͜ʜ̷͓̏ǝ̷̫͂ ̶̪̊d̴̳́ỉ̶͍ϱ̸̞̅ ̴̺͝l̶̺̓ǝ̴̩̈́ɒ̶̤̃ϱ̴̝̕ὑ̶͎ǝ̶̢͛ƨ̶̠͛ ̵͉̕ϱ̴̥͌ǒ̷̧Ɉ̴̟̈́ ̶̦̌i̴͓̓Ɉ̸̲̓?̵͍̽" Ryū-San said crossing his arms.
"Prepared for what?" Ochaco questioned with a raised eye.
"ꟻ̵̩̮̆͝ő̴͔͎͝ɿ̴̙͕̽̊ ̶̠͂͐͜ʜ̵̦͔̽͝ŏ̵̮͜͠w̵̳̭͠͝ ̴̛͖̪̀q̴̧͚͒̊ǝ̵̨͚͐̀o̴̟͐̈́͜q̶̯̘̆͒l̴̗̖͑̾ǝ̷̨̟̓̌ ̵̪̫͆̈́ɒ̶̘̞̐̈ɿ̷̖̞͊̚ǝ̷̦̰̀̓ ̷̯̭̎̅ϱ̶̤̬̋͝ơ̵̗͍͛i̸̝̲͆̕n̵͇͍̒͝ϱ̷̘̬̀̐ ̶̨̻̂̊Ɉ̸̜̫̓̈́o̷̲̰̓͋ ̵̥̾͑͜ƨ̷̺̜͆̉ǝ̶̟̬͆̄x̵͕̺̄̃υ̸̱̱̊̆ɒ̵̺̲͘͝l̷̝̳̈̆ï̶̼̋͜z̶̥̦͒͠ǝ̴̫̭͌͠ ̸̛̝͇́γ̴̹̬̒͠ö̴͓̺́̈́ὺ̸̙̓ͅ,̴̙͈͗̀ ̷̻̘̎̔ꟼ̶̠̳̈̄ɿ̸̛͍͙͗ḯ̸͕͇́n̵̠̪͊̌ɔ̸̢̛̲͛ǝ̵̧̰͐͝ƨ̸̝͖̀͝ƨ̸̢̩͌̈.̴̮̦̏̚" Ryū-San answered and Ochaco squeaked turning red.
"W-Wha?" she mumbled out very much resisting the urge to curl up in a ball.
Ryū-San gave her a raised eye "I̵̟̚Ɉ̸̮̈́ ̷̻̀ɒ̶͚̈́i̵̮̽n̷̟̽'̵̬̕Ɉ̵̠̍ ̶̩̇ń̶̦ô̴̤ ̸̪̓ƨ̴̻̆ǝ̵̜̓ɔ̷͉̈́ɿ̵̤̆ǝ̸̦̇Ɉ̴̨́ ̶͚̀ʜ̶̺̏ơ̵̺w̸̳̔ ̴͎̀m̶̱̂ɒ̷̧̾n̸̮͑γ̸̽͜ ̸̲̋ʇ̴̳̒ǝ̶̳̾m̸̀ͅɒ̷̗͛ľ̸̺ǝ̸̫̿ ̸͙̂ʜ̶̻̚ǝ̵͓͋ɿ̵̡̏ö̵̡ǝ̴͕̍ƨ̶̢̽ ̵̖͊ɒ̴̘͒ɿ̴̮́ǝ̸͓̐ ̵̯̚o̷̘͘υ̵̲̾Ɉ̴̫͑ ̶̦̌Ɉ̸͌ͅʜ̶͕̀ǝ̸̨͠ɿ̵̹͠ǝ̷̯̎ ̵͕͠ɿ̶̜̎υ̷̥̅n̶͇̈ṋ̷͌i̶͕͝ṅ̵͙ϱ̸̠̂ ̷̻͐ɒ̷̳͋ɿ̵̱̇ợ̷ὐ̴̺n̶̤͌b̵̼̎ ̷̢̎į̴̋n̸̬̍ ̶̩̋ƨ̸͔̅ʞ̴̿ͅí̸͔n̷̨͠Ɉ̷̖́i̶̖̍ϱ̴̫͝ʜ̷̛̥Ɉ̴͓͊ ̸̛͍l̴̪̉ǝ̸̡̑ɒ̷̧͌Ɉ̵̺̌ʜ̶̐͜ǝ̶̤̃ɿ̸̟̉ ̶̨̏ɒ̵̠̓n̵͖͗b̴̰̒ ̴̡͑Ɉ̵͛ͅʜ̵̘͛ǝ̷̩̓γ̷̼̉'̴͇̈́ɿ̶̺̈́ǝ̵̱̅ ̷̫̔ϱ̶͉̚o̷͖͗ī̵͜n̸͔̾ϱ̶͌ͅ ̴̈́ͅɈ̶͙̀ö̴͈́ ̸̮́w̶͓̋ɒ̴̧̃ɿ̷̦́n̵̦̐ ̸̣̅γ̶̞̂ô̴͉υ̸͚͆ ̶̖͊ɒ̸̼̔d̴͉̈́ǫ̶͝υ̶̼̌Ɉ̸̺̇ ̸̯̃Ɉ̷̳̚ʜ̴̗͂ɒ̷̼͆Ɉ̴͖̅ ̷̠̔ƨ̵͖̄ʜ̴͔̂i̵̬̕Ɉ̵̙̒ ̵̬̐d̸̯̈́υ̸̕͜Ɉ̴̜̇ ̸̢͆n̴̟͋ȍ̷̦Ɉ̷̬̑ ̵̤͒Ɉ̷̲̅ʜ̵̲̐ǝ̶͇̈ ̸̜̊ɔ̸̽͜ɿ̵̠̒ɒ̶̼̓q̶̦̅ ̸̖̇γ̶͔́o̷̲̾υ̴̯̊'̸̳͊ɿ̷̫̊ǝ̷̺̄ ̷͉͂ϱ̵̝̌o̵̩͘i̶̱͘n̸͖̋ϱ̷̱̔ ̵̳͗Ɉ̶̞̐o̷͚̓ ̸͔̑ʇ̸̦͑ɒ̸͚̇ɔ̵̨͊ǝ̵̫̈ ̴͚̕i̷̭̽n̷̠̋ ̷̰̑Ɉ̵͎̇ʜ̷̤̐ǝ̸͇̋ ̵̮̓ʇ̴͙͛i̴̹͆ǝ̸̦̒l̷͙̋b̵́͜.̷̺͑" Ryū-San said back looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"ꓭ̸̝̏ǝ̸̡̑ɔ̸̟̀ɒ̸͓͋υ̴̺͗ƨ̴̯͊ǝ̵̠̓ ̴̲̀Ɉ̷͋ͅʜ̷̨̿ǝ̵̬̈ ̸̙́q̵̠͒ǝ̸͋ͅɿ̵̩͝v̷̭̈́ǝ̷̜̍ɿ̵̫̋Ɉ̴͇͌ƨ̸̼̀ ̷̠̔γ̷͉͌o̴̺̎υ̷͆͜'̴͊ͅl̶̛̗l̵͕̆ ̸͎̄d̸̹̓ǝ̷̪͌ ̴̪̅ʇ̶̖̃i̵̹̿ϱ̴̆͜ʜ̷̈́͜Ɉ̷̦̈ȋ̴͕n̷̈́ͅϱ̷̯̉ ̶̝̃w̴̹̅ọ̸̏n̸̳͋'̵̬̃Ɉ̷͔̋ ̵̱̔d̶̲̋ǝ̷̡́ ̶̮͐ɔ̸̼̀ó̶̢γ̶͓̅ ̶͓̍ɒ̷̲̈́d̸͉̀o̵̳̚υ̶̱͝Ɉ̵͓͋ ̵̮̄ẅ̸̹ʜ̵̟̉ɒ̵̪͑Ɉ̴̻͠ ̶̈́͜Ɉ̶͚̚ʜ̶̗̾ǝ̶̨̇γ̵̙̐'̵̟͝b̵̜͆ ̷̮̎b̸͇̃o̸̭̕ ̷̲̕ẅ̵͔́ĩ̷̪Ɉ̶̳̾ʜ̴̬̀ ̴̯̕γ̵̣̀ó̷͈ὐ̴̙ ̶͓̆i̶̛͙ʇ̸̹͋ ̵̺̽γ̶͔̓o̷̳̾υ̸̤̿ ̴̨̓b̴͍̑ɿ̷͇͒o̴̱͗q̷͔̂ ̴̦͂γ̵̜́o̸̬͗υ̸̟͊ɿ̷̱́ ̷̖͋ϱ̶̹̄ὑ̷̦ɒ̵̯̇ɿ̵͉͑ḅ̴̃,̸̯̑ ̴̥͑ɒ̵͙͘n̵͋ͅb̷͉͂ ̷̼̏ɒ̴̲́ƨ̵̱́ ̸͕̕m̶̖̓υ̴͐ͅɔ̸̳̐ʜ̶̱̃ ̷̗͂ɒ̷͙͋ƨ̶͕͠ ̶̥̐i̸̩͝Ɉ̷̹̎ ̶̤̈́ƨ̷̬͝υ̷̭͋ɔ̷͍̆ʞ̷̛̩ƨ̵͇̌,̸̢̃ ̸̫̆γ̴̑͜o̵̖̚ῡ̷̹'̴̀ͅl̷̼̉l̸͕̔ ̵̥̀n̵̙̑ǝ̴̥̚ǝ̵̡͐b̸̩͛ ̸̝̎Ɉ̶̜̑ǫ̶̏ ̶̼͊d̸̘̓ǝ̷̣̓ ̴̜͊ɿ̸͇̀ǝ̴̩̓ɒ̷̢̅b̴̭̂γ̶̼̀,̸̰̄ ̶̛̲ƨ̵̣̉o̷̱͋ ̶͙̋i̶͈̽Ɉ̶̳́ ̷̤͋b̵̨̈́ŏ̴͇ǝ̶̢̈́ƨ̵̢͑ǹ̸͔'̸̟̈́Ɉ̸̼͝ ̶̦̿ɒ̵͙͐ʇ̶͍̏ʇ̸̣́ǝ̴͉̿ɔ̴͍́Ɉ̴̩̅ ̵̠͑γ̶̨͋o̶͚̽υ̵̱͗ ̸͓̈ɒ̵̘̕Ɉ̸̰̌ ̶̻̋ɒ̸̦̿ ̵̮̚ɔ̸̄ͅɿ̵̪̀i̵̼̚Ɉ̴̯̀i̶͇͝ɔ̷̝̿ɒ̶̝̌l̷̩̇ ̴̭̚q̵̭̀o̴̮̚ĩ̷̧n̵̰͛Ɉ̵̦̐ ̵̩̔l̴͜͝ɒ̴̱͘Ɉ̴͉͠ǝ̶̺̾ɿ̵͎̒.̵̛̣" Ryū-San explained.
"Right... " Ochaco muttered feeling uneasy about this.
"Ï̴̧ ̴͕̀w̶͉̒o̴̺̐n̵̰͠'̵̨̿Ɉ̷̱͝ ̵̛̮ϱ̷̮̂ỏ̸̘ ̷̦̋Ɉ̷̰̓o̷͓͝o̶͔͂ ̷͈͘ʇ̶͜͠ɒ̶̥͝ɿ̷̲̈ ̸̤͠ꟼ̶͉̎ɿ̴̢͑i̶̡͘ń̴̘ɔ̷̭͝ǝ̶̝̑ƨ̵̖̽ƨ̷̮̒,̷̢̂ ̵̗̆m̶̧͑ɒ̶͙̀ʞ̵̯́ǝ̶̫͂ ̶̡̈́ƨ̵̜͛ơ̴̺m̵͈̅ǝ̷̪͆ ̴͇͂ʇ̷̻͑ì̸̮l̴̤͐Ɉ̶͙̿ʜ̸͇́γ̸̱̐ ̷̠̂ɔ̶̯̎o̶͙͋m̸̖̑m̴̠͑ǝ̶͎̐n̴̦̔Ɉ̶̢͠ƨ̴̢̕ ̵͖̾ɒ̵̾͜n̸̼̓b̸͈͛ ̶̟̽Ɉ̴̛̹ɿ̷̞͋γ̴͖̄ ̵̼͝Ɉ̵̣͝o̷̖͛ ̴̫́ɔ̶̡̓o̶̤͠q̷͚̓ ̶̘̐ɒ̸̏ͅ ̸̟̊ʇ̶̲́ǝ̸̼̔ǝ̵͍̕l̴̛͕ ̴̜͆d̶̳͆υ̶͍͐Ɉ̴̨̃ ̶̳̑Ɉ̴͎̉ʜ̶̫͗ɒ̷̗͐Ɉ̷̢͝'̵͙̀l̸͚̊l̸̝͊ ̸̖̆d̴̟͂ǝ̸͔̿ ̶̘̍į̸̈́Ɉ̷̫̒.̴͔͂ ̷̙̓Í̴ͅ ̵̡̊ɒ̶̗̂į̵͋ń̴̨'̸͕̒Ɉ̷͍́ ̴̮͑b̷̗͝o̶̰̍i̷̖͗n̷͚͆ϱ̴̞̿ ̷̀ͅm̸͈̾ọ̷̐ɿ̵̛̗ǝ̷͕͋ ̴̯̔Ɉ̷͇͆ʜ̶͖́ɒ̵̞̐n̸͖̕ ̸͖̉Ɉ̶̠̉ʜ̶̰̌ɒ̴̛̥Ɉ̶͖̉,̷̧̎ ̵̜̀I̵͚̍ ̴̳̋w̸͉̋o̷͖͗υ̵̮̐l̴̻͛b̶͉̅ñ̵̙'̴̛͚Ɉ̸̖͆ ̵͇̍w̸̬̿ɒ̷̠͌ṅ̸̩Ɉ̴̫̈́ ̶͎̌Ɉ̴̪͆o̵͎̍ ̷̦̌ǝ̸̰̔ṿ̸̆ǝ̶̨̾ń̸̲ ̵̮̃i̴̼͆ʇ̶̬̾ ̸͖͊I̷͇͝ ̵̡̅ḃ̷͔ǐ̷͙b̶̡̈́ṅ̵̜'̸̖͛Ɉ̶̩͊ ̶̮͝ʞ̴̠̋ṋ̸̽ō̴̘ẅ̷͙ ̵̣̋ꓷ̵̥̊ǝ̶̭̒ʞ̴͚́υ̶̟̇ ̷̯͌w̵̡͂ȯ̶͎υ̷͙̋l̸̹͗b̵̙͆ ̷̛̖ƨ̷͚̕ʞ̸͕͒i̵̦̽n̵̹̕ ̴̣͝m̶̯̋ǝ̶̤̽ ̵͔̆ɒ̵͉̊ḷ̷̍i̷̗͒v̵̮̆ǝ̷̪͂ ̶͓̌ʇ̵̜̀ọ̴̆ɿ̸̫̒ ̴̒ͅi̷̺̿Ɉ̶̥͋.̸͖͌" Ryū-San commented, and she felt like he was rolling his non-existent eyes.
Ochaco nodded, getting back up and in place to fight again.
By the end of the session Ochaco couldn't help feeling a touch grimy at the end of it.
Ryū-San was quite respectful about it all things considered, despite his claws he hadn't made any tempts to rip her clothes apart, physically speaking the worst it got was when he slapped her butt, his words were certainly more vile and shocking.
But it was clear why Ryū-San was insistent on preparing her for it a little because each and every time she would freeze up or lose all focus and jump out of her skin, Ryū-San took immediate advantage of that to pin her in "compromising positions".
Ugh, just thinking about it made her feel like she was just like the air headed girls that would get all red and giggle when a male teacher walked past them, or when a boy showed up at their school.
And she hated feeling like that because she knew none of it was real and she was still way too affected by it, which was stupid because in a real situation a pervert wouldn't back off once he had her where he wanted her, her friends would say she was being too hard on herself but she was just disappointed that she'd become a mess the second anything sexual was mentioned.
That wasn't why she felt grimy though, no the feeling began growing once Ryū-San mentioned how the heroines were often sexualized because she had never thought about that side of heroics deeply before, but now her mind couldn't help obsessing over the fact she knew there were deviant sides to fandoms including hero ones.
One of the girls at her school bragged about getting a body pillow with Midnight in her first costume on it.
Would there be people bragging about having her on a body pillow? Or worse making... art of her like "that"?
She shivered at the thought and shook her head trying to get rid of the intrusive thought.
Yeah, no... she'd probably never get over that one she decided.
"Ochaco-Chan!" Izu-Kun called, breaking her out of her thoughts and she turned to see him right beside and nearly jumped.
"Oh my gosh! Don't scare me like that Izu-Kun!" Ochaco quickly scolded slapping his shoulder.
"Sorry, you okay though? You're a bit tense Ochaco-Chan." Izu-Kun asked tilting his head to the side.
Ochaco was not fooled by the innocent act though, he was likely trying to see if Ryū-San went too far and probably very ready to go tear the boy a new one "Mostly, just sort of creeped out that there's going to be people out there with me on a body pillow, I knew people did that and it was fine I guess but now that it could be me on those pillows... " Ochaco answered with a small shudder.
Izu-Kun sweat-dropped "Oh, yeah that would be disturbing... gosh, they'd probably make ones of Mezo-Kun and Awa-Kun too." Izuku commented face twisted up likely imagining it.
Ochaco immediately halted and whirled around at Izu-Kun "Why would you say that?!" she hissed desperately trying not to let her mind run wild at the thought.
But it was too late, she could already see the massive pillow with Jiji printed on it, in nothing but a tank top and shorts, the face mask doing nothing to hide the dreamy look on his face as he stared up at-
"Agggh!" she screamed, burying her very red face in her hands.
Why did Izu-Kun have to say that? Why did her mind jump to making up such an image? *Friends aren't supposed to fantasize about their friends like that!* she scolded herself in her head.
"Wait Ochaco-Chan I'm sorry!" Izu-Kun yelled as she swiftly rushed away from him and to the community center, wanting nothing more than to push this whole conversation and that cursed mental image as far as she could from her mind.
Her efforts worked for a tiny bit, once she got to the center she had safely packed all that gunk away and cheerfully got to work showing Awa-Kun the flip Ryū-San showed her for disarming people with a knife, a lovingly made cardboard prop offered to them by a small group of children for the two of them to practice with.
Jiji was wall climbing and working on swiftly moving from ceiling to wall and back so she hadn't need to think too hard about not being awkward, however she was taking a break when Jiji decided to come down for a drink and she was quickly reminded of the body pillow she pictured and she swallowed her meal shake down the wrong pipe, subsequently causing her to choke and try to hack it back up.
Having a great sense of hearing Jiji was immediately by her side and patting her back "Are you okay Uki?" Jiji asked his concern not hidden well behind the face mask.
*Fuck!* Ochaco thought burying her face in her hands.
"Hey it's alright, these things happen sometimes." Jiji assured her rubbed her back, correctly assuming she was embarrassed but not about what.
Ochaco pitifully whimpered back.
Gimmie.
Ә̶͚͘i̷̭̚m̴̤͛ṃ̵̆ǝ̷̛̤.̸̮͋
Okay, c'mon.
O̶̘̰͆͘ʞ̸̨̛̫̕ɒ̵̡̛͉̅γ̵̙̿͜͝,̷̰̪͒͆ ̵̡̝͗̉ɔ̵̮͔̾̃'̴̡̧̓̃ḿ̷̦̱̀ơ̵̮͕̕n̵̺͖̋͠.̴̝͙͑͝
Do you think anyone on the streets gives a fuck about being fair, Princess?
ꓷ̸͖͘ò̶͈ ̷̼͛γ̴̠̀ǒ̷͙υ̶͎̕ ̷̬͠Ɉ̶͔́ʜ̷̩̂i̷̩͂n̶̤̕ʞ̴̖̀ ̴͇͆ɒ̵̯̇n̷͘͜γ̵̺̄o̴͜͝n̷̞͂ǝ̷̳̐ ̵̤̏ö̴̟́n̸͕̑ ̸̠̍Ɉ̶̯͠ʜ̶̢̉ǝ̶͉̒ ̸̢̅ƨ̶͛ͅɈ̴̯̒ɿ̷̤̀ǝ̶̳̐ǝ̴̮́Ɉ̷̬͐ƨ̷͋͜ ̸̩͊ϱ̵̬̓ḯ̴̪v̷͖͠ǝ̴͓̆ƨ̴̛̗ ̴̙̿ɒ̶̜̚ ̴͔̐ʇ̷̨̄υ̵̭̒ɔ̵̢̄ʞ̸̞͒ ̶̟̿ɒ̷͈̃ḑ̴̀o̴̱͊υ̷̨̊Ɉ̷̨́ ̶̞́d̸̨̓ǝ̵̫͊i̷̟͒n̶̨̿ϱ̴̢̄ ̴̃ͅʇ̵̤͠ɒ̸̭̿i̷͎͗ɿ̸̮̉,̸̼͠ ̶̻̽ꟼ̴̣̿ɿ̵̡̃i̶̙̒n̵͕̿ɔ̶̖̿ǝ̷̞͋ƨ̸̺͒ƨ̵̳̀?̴̧̛
Oi, Princess
Ȯ̴͈i̴͇͝,̴̚ͅ ̴̩̓ꟼ̵͓́ɿ̴̠̃i̸͚͂n̵̮̉ɔ̸͇͆ǝ̵̬̄ƨ̷̹̕ƨ̷̥̈́.̶̯̄
Look, I've been avoiding it and I asked Deku because you need to be prepared for this before you get to the big leagues got it?
⅃̴̝͗ő̸͈ŏ̷̞ʞ̵̫̕,̶̖͗ ̵͚̈́Ḯ̴̡'̶̕ͅv̷̭͋ǝ̵͓́ ̸̔ͅd̷̯̅ǝ̷́͜ǝ̸͓͝n̵̥̍ ̸̟͝ɒ̶͓̿v̷̞̉o̴̡̐į̸̅b̸̙̕ì̵̡n̷̲̆ϱ̶̟̌ ̷̩͌i̷͚͘Ɉ̴̪͛ ̶̝̎ɒ̸̙͒n̶̨͠b̸̃͜ ̸̘̚I̶̘̊ ̸͉͝ɒ̵͔͠ƨ̷̳͂ʞ̴͎͐ǝ̷̗͘ḅ̴̓ ̶͉́ꓷ̸̘̐ǝ̷̦̈ʞ̴̤͋υ̷̳̅ ̴͛͜d̶̦͋ǝ̸̦̃ɔ̴̣̒ɒ̸͇̐υ̴̉ͅƨ̷̠̋ǝ̴̦̓ ̴̬̽γ̴̻̓o̶͑͜υ̷͖̊ ̵͍̎ṋ̵͒ǝ̶͓́ǝ̵̚ͅb̷̭̐ ̸̛͚Ɉ̸̤̑ȯ̵̳ ̸͙̊d̴̙͘ǝ̸̥̄ ̸͉̆q̵̰̚ɿ̴͕̿ǝ̵̩̌q̶̞͛ɒ̸̻̑ɿ̷͎̐ǝ̷̭̾b̴̫̔ ̸̩̈́ʇ̸̹̇o̷͉͑ɿ̵̫͒ ̴̟͗Ɉ̶̦̽ʜ̸͍̈́î̴̪ƨ̶̻͠ ̵̟̄d̸̹̀ǝ̸̫̉ʇ̷͈̋ō̸̩ɿ̷̙͐ǝ̵̥̋ ̴̫̎γ̷̟̓ȯ̷͇υ̴͔͋ ̵̣͂ϱ̵͇̕ǝ̴̝̀Ɉ̸̺͌ ̷̳̑Ɉ̶͑͜ọ̴̐ ̴̣̐Ɉ̸͆͜ʜ̷͓̏ǝ̷̫͂ ̶̪̊d̴̳́ỉ̶͍ϱ̸̞̅ ̴̺͝l̶̺̓ǝ̴̩̈́ɒ̶̤̃ϱ̴̝̕ὑ̶͎ǝ̶̢͛ƨ̶̠͛ ̵͉̕ϱ̴̥͌ǒ̷̧Ɉ̴̟̈́ ̶̦̌i̴͓̓Ɉ̸̲̓?̵͍̽
For how people are going to sexualize you, Princess.
ꟻ̵̩̮̆͝ő̴͔͎͝ɿ̴̙͕̽̊ ̶̠͂͐͜ʜ̵̦͔̽͝ŏ̵̮͜͠w̵̳̭͠͝ ̴̛͖̪̀q̴̧͚͒̊ǝ̵̨͚͐̀o̴̟͐̈́͜q̶̯̘̆͒l̴̗̖͑̾ǝ̷̨̟̓̌ ̵̪̫͆̈́ɒ̶̘̞̐̈ɿ̷̖̞͊̚ǝ̷̦̰̀̓ ̷̯̭̎̅ϱ̶̤̬̋͝ơ̵̗͍͛i̸̝̲͆̕n̵͇͍̒͝ϱ̷̘̬̀̐ ̶̨̻̂̊Ɉ̸̜̫̓̈́o̷̲̰̓͋ ̵̥̾͑͜ƨ̷̺̜͆̉ǝ̶̟̬͆̄x̵͕̺̄̃υ̸̱̱̊̆ɒ̵̺̲͘͝l̷̝̳̈̆ï̶̼̋͜z̶̥̦͒͠ǝ̴̫̭͌͠ ̸̛̝͇́γ̴̹̬̒͠ö̴͓̺́̈́ὺ̸̙̓ͅ,̴̙͈͗̀ ̷̻̘̎̔ꟼ̶̠̳̈̄ɿ̸̛͍͙͗ḯ̸͕͇́n̵̠̪͊̌ɔ̸̢̛̲͛ǝ̵̧̰͐͝ƨ̸̝͖̀͝ƨ̸̢̩͌̈.̴̮̦̏̚
It ain't no secret how many female heroes are out there running around in skintight leather and they're going to warn you about that shit but not the crap you're going to face in the field.
I̵̟̚Ɉ̸̮̈́ ̷̻̀ɒ̶͚̈́i̵̮̽n̷̟̽'̵̬̕Ɉ̵̠̍ ̶̩̇ń̶̦ô̴̤ ̸̪̓ƨ̴̻̆ǝ̵̜̓ɔ̷͉̈́ɿ̵̤̆ǝ̸̦̇Ɉ̴̨́ ̶͚̀ʜ̶̺̏ơ̵̺w̸̳̔ ̴͎̀m̶̱̂ɒ̷̧̾n̸̮͑γ̸̽͜ ̸̲̋ʇ̴̳̒ǝ̶̳̾m̸̀ͅɒ̷̗͛ľ̸̺ǝ̸̫̿ ̸͙̂ʜ̶̻̚ǝ̵͓͋ɿ̵̡̏ö̵̡ǝ̴͕̍ƨ̶̢̽ ̵̖͊ɒ̴̘͒ɿ̴̮́ǝ̸͓̐ ̵̯̚o̷̘͘υ̵̲̾Ɉ̴̫͑ ̶̦̌Ɉ̸͌ͅʜ̶͕̀ǝ̸̨͠ɿ̵̹͠ǝ̷̯̎ ̵͕͠ɿ̶̜̎υ̷̥̅n̶͇̈ṋ̷͌i̶͕͝ṅ̵͙ϱ̸̠̂ ̷̻͐ɒ̷̳͋ɿ̵̱̇ợ̷ὐ̴̺n̶̤͌b̵̼̎ ̷̢̎į̴̋n̸̬̍ ̶̩̋ƨ̸͔̅ʞ̴̿ͅí̸͔n̷̨͠Ɉ̷̖́i̶̖̍ϱ̴̫͝ʜ̷̛̥Ɉ̴͓͊ ̸̛͍l̴̪̉ǝ̸̡̑ɒ̷̧͌Ɉ̵̺̌ʜ̶̐͜ǝ̶̤̃ɿ̸̟̉ ̶̨̏ɒ̵̠̓n̵͖͗b̴̰̒ ̴̡͑Ɉ̵͛ͅʜ̵̘͛ǝ̷̩̓γ̷̼̉'̴͇̈́ɿ̶̺̈́ǝ̵̱̅ ̷̫̔ϱ̶͉̚o̷͖͗ī̵͜n̸͔̾ϱ̶͌ͅ ̴̈́ͅɈ̶͙̀ö̴͈́ ̸̮́w̶͓̋ɒ̴̧̃ɿ̷̦́n̵̦̐ ̸̣̅γ̶̞̂ô̴͉υ̸͚͆ ̶̖͊ɒ̸̼̔d̴͉̈́ǫ̶͝υ̶̼̌Ɉ̸̺̇ ̸̯̃Ɉ̷̳̚ʜ̴̗͂ɒ̷̼͆Ɉ̴͖̅ ̷̠̔ƨ̵͖̄ʜ̴͔̂i̵̬̕Ɉ̵̙̒ ̵̬̐d̸̯̈́υ̸̕͜Ɉ̴̜̇ ̸̢͆n̴̟͋ȍ̷̦Ɉ̷̬̑ ̵̤͒Ɉ̷̲̅ʜ̵̲̐ǝ̶͇̈ ̸̜̊ɔ̸̽͜ɿ̵̠̒ɒ̶̼̓q̶̦̅ ̸̖̇γ̶͔́o̷̲̾υ̴̯̊'̸̳͊ɿ̷̫̊ǝ̷̺̄ ̷͉͂ϱ̵̝̌o̵̩͘i̶̱͘n̸͖̋ϱ̷̱̔ ̵̳͗Ɉ̶̞̐o̷͚̓ ̸͔̑ʇ̸̦͑ɒ̸͚̇ɔ̵̨͊ǝ̵̫̈ ̴͚̕i̷̭̽n̷̠̋ ̷̰̑Ɉ̵͎̇ʜ̷̤̐ǝ̸͇̋ ̵̮̓ʇ̴͙͛i̴̹͆ǝ̸̦̒l̷͙̋b̵́͜.̷̺͑
Because the perverts you'll be fighting won't be coy about what they'd do with you if you drop your guard, and as much as it sucks, you'll need to be ready, so it doesn't affect you at a critical point later.
ꓭ̸̝̏ǝ̸̡̑ɔ̸̟̀ɒ̸͓͋υ̴̺͗ƨ̴̯͊ǝ̵̠̓ ̴̲̀Ɉ̷͋ͅʜ̷̨̿ǝ̵̬̈ ̸̙́q̵̠͒ǝ̸͋ͅɿ̵̩͝v̷̭̈́ǝ̷̜̍ɿ̵̫̋Ɉ̴͇͌ƨ̸̼̀ ̷̠̔γ̷͉͌o̴̺̎υ̷͆͜'̴͊ͅl̶̛̗l̵͕̆ ̸͎̄d̸̹̓ǝ̷̪͌ ̴̪̅ʇ̶̖̃i̵̹̿ϱ̴̆͜ʜ̷̈́͜Ɉ̷̦̈ȋ̴͕n̷̈́ͅϱ̷̯̉ ̶̝̃w̴̹̅ọ̸̏n̸̳͋'̵̬̃Ɉ̷͔̋ ̵̱̔d̶̲̋ǝ̷̡́ ̶̮͐ɔ̸̼̀ó̶̢γ̶͓̅ ̶͓̍ɒ̷̲̈́d̸͉̀o̵̳̚υ̶̱͝Ɉ̵͓͋ ̵̮̄ẅ̸̹ʜ̵̟̉ɒ̵̪͑Ɉ̴̻͠ ̶̈́͜Ɉ̶͚̚ʜ̶̗̾ǝ̶̨̇γ̵̙̐'̵̟͝b̵̜͆ ̷̮̎b̸͇̃o̸̭̕ ̷̲̕ẅ̵͔́ĩ̷̪Ɉ̶̳̾ʜ̴̬̀ ̴̯̕γ̵̣̀ó̷͈ὐ̴̙ ̶͓̆i̶̛͙ʇ̸̹͋ ̵̺̽γ̶͔̓o̷̳̾υ̸̤̿ ̴̨̓b̴͍̑ɿ̷͇͒o̴̱͗q̷͔̂ ̴̦͂γ̵̜́o̸̬͗υ̸̟͊ɿ̷̱́ ̷̖͋ϱ̶̹̄ὑ̷̦ɒ̵̯̇ɿ̵͉͑ḅ̴̃,̸̯̑ ̴̥͑ɒ̵͙͘n̵͋ͅb̷͉͂ ̷̼̏ɒ̴̲́ƨ̵̱́ ̸͕̕m̶̖̓υ̴͐ͅɔ̸̳̐ʜ̶̱̃ ̷̗͂ɒ̷͙͋ƨ̶͕͠ ̶̥̐i̸̩͝Ɉ̷̹̎ ̶̤̈́ƨ̷̬͝υ̷̭͋ɔ̷͍̆ʞ̷̛̩ƨ̵͇̌,̸̢̃ ̸̫̆γ̴̑͜o̵̖̚ῡ̷̹'̴̀ͅl̷̼̉l̸͕̔ ̵̥̀n̵̙̑ǝ̴̥̚ǝ̵̡͐b̸̩͛ ̸̝̎Ɉ̶̜̑ǫ̶̏ ̶̼͊d̸̘̓ǝ̷̣̓ ̴̜͊ɿ̸͇̀ǝ̴̩̓ɒ̷̢̅b̴̭̂γ̶̼̀,̸̰̄ ̶̛̲ƨ̵̣̉o̷̱͋ ̶͙̋i̶͈̽Ɉ̶̳́ ̷̤͋b̵̨̈́ŏ̴͇ǝ̶̢̈́ƨ̵̢͑ǹ̸͔'̸̟̈́Ɉ̸̼͝ ̶̦̿ɒ̵͙͐ʇ̶͍̏ʇ̸̣́ǝ̴͉̿ɔ̴͍́Ɉ̴̩̅ ̵̠͑γ̶̨͋o̶͚̽υ̵̱͗ ̸͓̈ɒ̵̘̕Ɉ̸̰̌ ̶̻̋ɒ̸̦̿ ̵̮̚ɔ̸̄ͅɿ̵̪̀i̵̼̚Ɉ̴̯̀i̶͇͝ɔ̷̝̿ɒ̶̝̌l̷̩̇ ̴̭̚q̵̭̀o̴̮̚ĩ̷̧n̵̰͛Ɉ̵̦̐ ̵̩̔l̴͜͝ɒ̴̱͘Ɉ̴͉͠ǝ̶̺̾ɿ̵͎̒.̵̛̣
I won't go too far Princess, make some filthy comments and try to cop a feel but that'll be it. I ain't doing more than that, I wouldn't want to even if I didn't know Deku would skin me alive for it.
Ï̴̧ ̴͕̀w̶͉̒o̴̺̐n̵̰͠'̵̨̿Ɉ̷̱͝ ̵̛̮ϱ̷̮̂ỏ̸̘ ̷̦̋Ɉ̷̰̓o̷͓͝o̶͔͂ ̷͈͘ʇ̶͜͠ɒ̶̥͝ɿ̷̲̈ ̸̤͠ꟼ̶͉̎ɿ̴̢͑i̶̡͘ń̴̘ɔ̷̭͝ǝ̶̝̑ƨ̵̖̽ƨ̷̮̒,̷̢̂ ̵̗̆m̶̧͑ɒ̶͙̀ʞ̵̯́ǝ̶̫͂ ̶̡̈́ƨ̵̜͛ơ̴̺m̵͈̅ǝ̷̪͆ ̴͇͂ʇ̷̻͑ì̸̮l̴̤͐Ɉ̶͙̿ʜ̸͇́γ̸̱̐ ̷̠̂ɔ̶̯̎o̶͙͋m̸̖̑m̴̠͑ǝ̶͎̐n̴̦̔Ɉ̶̢͠ƨ̴̢̕ ̵͖̾ɒ̵̾͜n̸̼̓b̸͈͛ ̶̟̽Ɉ̴̛̹ɿ̷̞͋γ̴͖̄ ̵̼͝Ɉ̵̣͝o̷̖͛ ̴̫́ɔ̶̡̓o̶̤͠q̷͚̓ ̶̘̐ɒ̸̏ͅ ̸̟̊ʇ̶̲́ǝ̸̼̔ǝ̵͍̕l̴̛͕ ̴̜͆d̶̳͆υ̶͍͐Ɉ̴̨̃ ̶̳̑Ɉ̴͎̉ʜ̶̫͗ɒ̷̗͐Ɉ̷̢͝'̵͙̀l̸͚̊l̸̝͊ ̸̖̆d̴̟͂ǝ̸͔̿ ̶̘̍į̸̈́Ɉ̷̫̒.̴͔͂ ̷̙̓Í̴ͅ ̵̡̊ɒ̶̗̂į̵͋ń̴̨'̸͕̒Ɉ̷͍́ ̴̮͑b̷̗͝o̶̰̍i̷̖͗n̷͚͆ϱ̴̞̿ ̷̀ͅm̸͈̾ọ̷̐ɿ̵̛̗ǝ̷͕͋ ̴̯̔Ɉ̷͇͆ʜ̶͖́ɒ̵̞̐n̸͖̕ ̸͖̉Ɉ̶̠̉ʜ̶̰̌ɒ̴̛̥Ɉ̶͖̉,̷̧̎ ̵̜̀I̵͚̍ ̴̳̋w̸͉̋o̷͖͗υ̵̮̐l̴̻͛b̶͉̅ñ̵̙'̴̛͚Ɉ̸̖͆ ̵͇̍w̸̬̿ɒ̷̠͌ṅ̸̩Ɉ̴̫̈́ ̶͎̌Ɉ̴̪͆o̵͎̍ ̷̦̌ǝ̸̰̔ṿ̸̆ǝ̶̨̾ń̸̲ ̵̮̃i̴̼͆ʇ̶̬̾ ̸͖͊I̷͇͝ ̵̡̅ḃ̷͔ǐ̷͙b̶̡̈́ṅ̵̜'̸̖͛Ɉ̶̩͊ ̶̮͝ʞ̴̠̋ṋ̸̽ō̴̘ẅ̷͙ ̵̣̋ꓷ̵̥̊ǝ̶̭̒ʞ̴͚́υ̶̟̇ ̷̯͌w̵̡͂ȯ̶͎υ̷͙̋l̸̹͗b̵̙͆ ̷̛̖ƨ̷͚̕ʞ̸͕͒i̵̦̽n̵̹̕ ̴̣͝m̶̯̋ǝ̶̤̽ ̵͔̆ɒ̵͉̊ḷ̷̍i̷̗͒v̵̮̆ǝ̷̪͂ ̶͓̌ʇ̵̜̀ọ̴̆ɿ̸̫̒ ̴̒ͅi̷̺̿Ɉ̶̥͋.̸͖͌