Fuyumi

Fuyumi Todoroki had woken up early; she noticed her pants felt a bit tighter lately. Her exercise routine since the escape from Endeavor had been practically nonexistent. Living with many young, healthy female heroines in training made her self-conscious. Even the "thicker" girls, Mina and Ochaco, were thicker in all the right places, unlike Fuyumi, who was getting soft in the wrong place, namely her stomach.

She had decided that she was going to do something about it. While she pulled on her leggings, she had also been trying to tackle the question of her future. She had earned her teaching degree and was getting her intern hours, which she loved. She enjoyed working with children, especially the younger ones. Working at U.A. had opened her eyes to the fact that there was a certain degree of luck involved in these students making it, and not just the lottery of their quirk, though that did play a large part.

The lottery of their upbringing, of having parents and family that supported them. She heard some students discussing hardships due to their quirks, viewed as villainous or less than ideal. But there was more than that she had heard about. Even those with powerful quirks and strong abilities who had struggled with control had struggled to find that control. Unless you came from money or the home of a pro hero, a training space was unlikely. These students had broken laws in attempts to practice and train. Ochaco had talked about sneaking into condemned buildings or construction yards to practice her quirk.

Then she thought of Katsuki Bakugo; he had such a powerful quirk, a massive potential for heroic work or villainy, a push one way or the other. His biggest enemy was himself, but it was complicated by those around him who either looked the other way or encouraged such behavior, leading him down the road of intolerance and gross stupidity. Children needed guidance and someone to step in and help them; a gentle nudge or hand could make all the difference. Maybe Fuyumi couldn't be a heroine; she loved children and could help protect them. Use her family name to her advantage.

The sun had yet to rise as she stepped outside the 1-A dorms. The campus was quiet; everyone was still asleep, wrapped in their blankets, engulfed in what she hoped were good dreams. She was stretching when the sound of someone's feet striking the pavement caught her attention. She looked on the outskirts of the trail that ran outside the dorms. She saw Izuku running, bare-chested; she noticed he would close his eyes for several steps. What grabbed her attention beyond the handsome, toned, chiseled body was the smile on his face. He had this look of pure joy on his face. The only time she had ever seen him that happy was when he was in the company of Himiko and Eri. But this was different. This was a personal joy, a sense of freedom. He looked so beautiful, handsome, and positively enchanting. She felt a brief swell of lust as he ran out of view. She shook her head and slapped her cheeks. Bad Fuyumi, she thought.

She started running along the inner course, music playing on her headphones. She ran, letting her mind drift to thoughts of yesterday and tomorrow, of what she wanted for herself, of the mark she wanted to leave behind. Such thoughts and ideas were hard as they were foreign to her. Most of the time, she had spent thinking of her family and siblings and trying to help them survive in their father's household. Rarely had she thought of herself, focusing on the needs of others, even the thoughts she was focusing on of trying to leave a mark. Leaving a legacy, was it for herself or others? Having constantly thought of others thinking of herself made her feel a bit guilty, selfish somewhat.

As she ran, she saw him with that same look on his face—the smile that wouldn't quit, and every time she saw it, it made her heart skip a beat. He looked like a completely different person. She had seen when they arrived at the campus, from the fight with Ida to the night before at dinner. When she had reached her limit, she came across him again. He was in the middle of his cool-down walk. He spotted her and walked over.

"Good morning," he said, a greeting that she mimicked. Her curiosity had gotten better, so she had to ask him.

"I saw you running, and you had this look." She smiled at Izuku's blush. "You looked so happy; I don't mean to pry, but unless you are with Himiko or Eri, I have never seen you look like that. But even then, this was different."

Izuku looked down. As he looked back up, she felt his gaze drift over her body, a feeling she didn't dislike. "When we were in the pit, do you remember what I said about my idea of heaven?" He said.

How could Fuyumi forget it was the most beautiful, romantic thing she had ever heard? A man saying that to her would need an IV when she was done. "Your idea of heaven was watching Himiko and Eri play under the blue sky."

"A sentiment you understand," he said, catching her off guard. "Shoto didn't see it, but I did that first time we met. You were willing to die that day if it meant he was free." All Fuyumi could do was nod. "The private thing I dreamed of, just for myself, was to run. I would dream and fantasize about being able just to run."

"I don't understand," she said.

"Most of my life, the outside was a fantasy, aside from faded memories of my mother," he said. "Being locked up most of my life, I dreamed of running, the freedom of it, the wind across my face." He looked at the brightening horizon. "The thought of it held this magical allure," he said. "If I could run under the open sky, I would be free. When I run, I am free."

"That is kind of beautiful," Fuyumi said. "Why don't you, Himi, and Eri come over for breakfast?"

"Sure," Izuku started walking away but stopped. "Fuyumi, would you care to come running with me tomorrow?"

"That sounds nice," Fuyumi said.

Rei

Rei was overjoyed at the prospect of breakfast with her children and the Midoriyas, mainly little Eri. She was not expecting to see Eri and Shoto pouting about breakfast before them. After some coaxing, it was due to the lack of pancakes, according to Eri, and waffles, according to Shoto. Her daughter's attempt to avoid conflict had left them both feeling sullen. Rei's inquiry then sparked the debate over the superior breakfast item, with each attempting to sway Rei to their side.

She looked to the others for advice and was instead met with teasing smiles. Then Rei committed the most grievous of folly when she confessed to not liking either that much as she didn't like sweet breakfast items instead of savory. Eri and Shoto both looked betrayed as if she were an alien. The look was so bizarre that Rei couldn't help but burst out laughing. Eri and Shoto started pouting; Fuyumi, Izuku, and Himiko started to laugh, becoming a vicious circle.

The laughter from the kitchen was a siren song to more students as they drifted down to start their day. For some, it was an easy transition from the night before; Momo came down and asked Himiko and Izuku for their homework so she could review it. With how they sat watching her look over their work, one would have expected they were before a firing squad. Watching Momo point out some corrections before telling them the good job was heartwarming. The smiles on their faces as they asked some questions for clarification and Momo offered her future assistance made the couple look visibly relieved.

Tenya Ida came downstairs to the thunderous cacophony of laughter and morning joy. He saw Izuku smiling and talking with Momo, oblivious to the trouble and chaos he had brought. He wanted to leap off the stairs and pummel Izuku into submission. His brother's words were still ringing in his ears. Maybe I could get him to withdraw the complaint, he thought.

Mina, Toru, and Himiko departed to take Eri to school, sparking everyone else's exodus; Fuyumi even excused herself, leaving Rei alone. Rei was washing dishes, humming an ancient tune to herself, absently lost in her little world.

It was a tune her grandmother would sing in the kitchen with a little Rei running around underfoot. The same tune she would hum or occasionally sing throughout her life was soothing for Rei. This was one of those moments associated with happier and better times. Freedom meant she was allowed to dream and make those better memories. It was building a metaphorical new foundation for her and her children. But in moments like these, no matter how pleasant, there was a bit of loneliness when she returned to her home on campus, at night when she would stare out. She sighed internally, chastising herself for being so greedy; she had her children back and was working on a relationship with Shoto; all she could ask for was the ability to travel or raise the dead so she could have her beloved Touya back.

"But of all these friends and lovers, no one compares with you. And these memories lose meaning when I think of love as something new," a woman's voice sang the lines from behind Rei, startling her.

Standing behind Rei was one of the professors, Professor Shokan, to be exact, a woman with a curvy body and long black hair with scattered dark purple streaks. She often ties her hair in a ponytail, with two full shoulder-length strands framing her face. Her eyes are black with purple flecks. Rei hadn't had a chance to meet the woman, only a brief introduction as Shokan walked out the door. Rei had met every other professor, but Shokan seemed to be avoiding her, and when Rei did see her, the professor would ignore Rei or leave the room.

"Professor," a startled Rei said, her hand over her heart. "I am sorry I didn't hear you come in." Rei expected the Shokan to say something, but instead, the professor just stared at Rei, looking her over, through her, taking the measure of her. "Not many people know that song," Rei said, feeling a bit nervous, but she didn't feel threatened; she felt…safe and protected. "How do you know it? I know it from my grandmother."

"Back in school, there was a girl ahead of me," Shokan said as she slowly moved forward. "I thought she was very cool; she had this air about her, was very nice, and had helped me out when I messed up something during Sports Day." Rei looked intently at the woman's features. "She was a mentor to me, helped me find my footing, helped me study; she always made time for me. I would follow her everywhere, try to do my hair like her, and watch the same shows; I guess you could say I was smitten. A case of puppy love."

Shokan smiled, "I don't think she ever noticed, not that I said anything or gave her the dozens of letters I wrote her telling her how I felt." Shokan was getting very close to Rei. "I would tell myself tomorrow, or maybe at the bonfire, or think about getting up on stage and shout it out. But she would always hum that song; it was like her personal theme song. I noticed she would hum it when she was off in her little world or felt nervous; it would soothe her." Shokan looked around as if she was about to tell a secret, "She would sing the words when she was happy, just quietly, to herself, and she would do this little dance." Rei's eyes were watering as she knew the woman standing before her; she couldn't stop giggling, watching Shokan mimic Rei's little dance.

"I even learned how to play the song on guitar," Shokan blushed, "Not good, mind you, but well enough, I would think about going to her house and singing it outside her window, one time I even got as far as her block before I ran back home." Shokan was directly before Rei now. "Then she was gone, just like that," Shokan snapped her fingers. "We heard that she had married a big-time hero, and he came in and swooped her up into the happy ever after of every fail tale you could dream of."

"But I never forgot about her or that song. I would sing it to myself when I would think about her. Or when I did well on a test or was nervous about something," Shokan tilted her head slightly. "I promised myself that I didn't care if she was married, a villain, whatever, that one day I would see her again and tell her, Rei Himura, I have been in love with you since that Sports Day. I don't know if you feel the same about me, but I want to be a part of your life. Having you in my life makes it better; it inspires me to be better, and even when it was the darkest, you were the light I held close to my heart."

"Kaina…" Rei whispered as he pulled Professor Shokan, aka Kaina Tsutsumi, aka the deceased Lady Nagant, into a tight hug. "I don't know if…"

"Shh," Kaina said. "This is good enough for now, Rei."

Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya

They both shared a collective headache, and that headache's name was school. Himiko and Izuku were behind in schoolwork; they had studied hard and worked diligently to pass the entrance exam. They had succeeded but not my wild metrics, but they had passed. They had learned to answer the questions on the test, but the lack of prior knowledge was coming into play. They could answer the question, but the building blocks that got them there were outside their preview. It was like studying to give a speech in a foreign language. They could give the speech flawlessly, and they may even know what the words meant, but having a conversation or using different tenses of the words was out of the question.

As they listened to their professors and stared at the textbooks, both felt that each subject was a foreign language that they only had a passing knowledge of. Coupled with the conditions of their parole, they were expected to maintain a certain GPA. So, the feeling of pressure was mounting. This wasn't something they could fight their way out of.

Himiko was thankful that, while Momo, Itsuka, and Shoto looked to have things well in hand, she could see that Mina, Toru, and Eijiro had a headache as they walked toward the lunch room.

"Are you all right, my friend," Shoto said, placing a hand on Izuku's shoulder.

Izuku nodded, "There were just many things I didn't understand. I don't have the whole story, but I must tell you how it ends."

"I understand," Shoto smiled, "I would be willing to offer my assistance if you require it."

"That would be greatly appreciated," Izuku laughed, "Maybe you can have Fuyumi explain it to me like I am in primary school so I understand it better."

"Do not fret, my friend; I believe I can secure you some crayons," Shoto retorted, forcing Izuku to laugh.

"I will help you, too," Itsuka added, giving him a shoulder bump. He gave her a grateful smile and brushed his hand against hers.

"I won't let you drown either, Izuku," Kyoka said from the other side. "You are not alone anymore. You got some backup."

"That you do," Shoto added.

Momo laughed as Toru, Mina, and Himiko hit her with the big kitty's eyes, asking her to help them. By the time they made it to the table, there was a large study group being hammered out, with Momo promising to make sure none of her new friends would be left behind; the way that Momo said it was adorable; there was this hesitation as she said the word friend, but when she was embraced in a group hug from the three little lost cats she blushed and looked incredibly happy.

It helped with the day's uneasiness; after lunch, when classes resumed, it was a bit easier to digest the things thrown their way, knowing that while they may not understand everything, they had people willing to help them.

Izuku and Himiko were walking to pick up Eri. There were plans in place for them to go to the dorms to start getting some tutoring from their friends, but the couple was talking about attending some after-school lessons with Midnight and Aizawa, as the two professionals had sent them a message offering their services.

"Who would we trust to babysit Eri, though?" Izuku said that as their schedule was booking up quickly, alongside the extra studying they needed, there was training and working out.

"All our friends are in the same boat as us; they are out of the question," Himiko said, taking Izuku's arm and snuggling in. "Maybe Midnight might be able to help, or what about Rei? She is fond of Eri, and Eri seems to like her."

"We can't take advantage of her, though," Izuku replied, "Maybe we could offer to pay her?"

"I think we can offer something; I must consider the budget. I don't want to cut what we are saving by too much," Himiko said. "I wanted to ask you something," Izuku said, giving Himiko his full attention. "Do you have any idea where that sizable deposit came from?"

"No," Izuku shook his head. "I haven't looked at the account in a while."

"It was 3 million yen," Himiko said.

"How much?" Izuku stammered. "There has to be an error of some sort. We should talk to Aizawa about it; maybe he knows. But don't spend any of it just in case we have to pay it back."

"I wasn't about to spend it, though aside from pretentious things, I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head to spend three million yen on!" Himiko laughed. But…"

"But what?" Izuku said, looking at his wife dubiously.

"If we do get to keep it, maybe we can put some aside for Christmas and stuff and put some in savings, but I want to invest the rest, maybe," Himiko said.

"Neither of us know anything about investing," Izuku said.

"Yes but Momo and Nezu do," Himiko said. "We could always see if they could point us in the right direction; it will just be something that will take care of us or Eri later." Himiko took his hand. "I don't want us running around being heroes our whole lives. I want a life, to raise our babies, and to make sure they are taken care of, especially if one of us gets hurt or…."

"Nope," Izuku said, kissing her cheek. "I don't want to think about that."

"Neither do I, my love," Himiko wiped the stray tear from her eye. "I don't want to imagine a life without you, but if something happens to us, the other has to press on for Eri."

"Okay, I get it," Izuku said. "I don't like it, but I understand."

"For Eri," they said as they approached the school. They paused at the fence, watching Eri running around with the other kids, laughing and playing. The simple, pure innocence and joy were heartwarming and all the motivation they needed to keep fighting for their tomorrow.

Private Study Session

Izuku was not quite sure how he ended up in Itsuka's room; it was not that he minded it; they were going over the English Lit assignment from Present Mic. They were seated at a small table on the floor in her room; she was sitting next to him, pointing something out. He was having difficulty concentrating; she had changed out of her uniform and was in a pair of cloth shorts and a loose shirt that hung off her shoulder; a tantalizing view of a black bra strap was the culprit of stealing his gaze at first.

It had started simply with them going over the assignment. Still, she leaned over the table, and the loose shirt fell open, revealing a remarkable peak at the orbs hidden beneath, so now he had black lace to complete his imagination and fuel the fire of whether her underwear matched and what style they may be. So, English Lit homework was much more complicated than it should have been, as she unconsciously teased him. A tuck of her hair, tucking of one leg under her chin, the stretch above her head that lifted her shirt exposing her luscious abs. Izuku felt thirsty and was getting thirstier by the second. Now she was next to him, her hair off to the side, her tender neck exposed, her perfume filling his nose. Her soft words drifted in one ear and out the other.

Itsuka was not flying blind; she had engineered all of this to entice Izuku. She knew what she was doing and ensured he caught glimpses and hints. She was using every tool in her arsenal. When she slowly turned to face him, his eyes were on her and not their homework; she felt her heart skip a beat. She could see him looking from her eyes to her lips; when he slowly leaned in, she closed her eyes, welcoming the contact of his lips to hers. His hand was on her cheek as she turned to deepen their kiss; she started to gently pull him to the floor, pulling him down on top of her, his body resting in between her legs. The intimate position added gasoline to the fire that was already burning between them; his hand caressed her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around his hip.

She almost whimpered when he broke the kiss but instead bit her lip to contain the moan when he began to kiss and suck at her neck. Instinctively, she had her legs wrapped around him as small jolts of pleasure ran through them and their hips rocked against each other. Itsuka could feel his erection straining against his clothes, and he could feel how badly she wanted him by the motion of her hips. He grabbed the hem of her shirt, and in one deft motion, it was pulled over her head and tossed aside. She undid the tie from his uniform and nearly broke the buttons on his shirt, freeing him from his clothes.

She blushed as his eyes were on her lace-clad chest; as his hand slid lightly up her stomach, she shuddered and pulled his hips tight against her; she gasped when she grabbed the clasp, and her breasts came free of their lace prison. She wiggled and writhed under him as they kissed, and his hand fondled her breast, playing and teasing her erect nipples. She broke the kiss, and his name escaped her lips in a pleading tone; he kissed her jawline and down her neck, moving ever closer to where she wanted his mouth.

Her eyes closed as a deep throaty moan filled the room as his mouth closed over her nipple; with each swirl and flick of his tongue, she moaned his name, calling to him not to stop his actions, encouraging him more as he switched to the next breast. She reached down and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Fumbling her way, she freed him, taking it in her hand; she began to stroke him up and down to his delight; his simple moans of encouragement were all she needed. She felt his hand trail down her stomach, dance playfully across her abs; then it was at the inside of her thigh as she opened her legs for him.

She felt the fabric of her shorts shift to the side as his hand found the outside of her panties; she blushed at how her desire had already made a mess of her underwear; he pushed the damp fabric aside and began to lightly touch her wet pussy. As she continued to stroke his cock, their moans became louder as they brought each other closer to release; the way he fondled her clit was nearly enough to break her.

She nearly screamed when his fingers slipped inside of her; she could hear him playing with her dripping sex; she listened to his moans in her ear, begging her not to stop that he was almost there. The way he called her name and the attention he was paying to her. Not just mindlessly fingering her, but his other hand was at her side, caressing her hip and legs, squeezing her breasts. They kissed, he nibbled on her neck and shoulder, he was worshipping her body like she was a goddess. His appreciation of her brought her to that edge as he called for her again, the whispered cry of his impending release.

"Cum for me, Izuku. I want to feel you cum," she begged him. Her words sent him over the edge; he called her name as his orgasm rocked his body; he struggled to keep pleasing her; she felt his cum splash against her stomach, she felt the tension in her body begin to tremble, and she felt a scream about to escape her lips she bit down on his shoulder, as waves of pleasure rocked her.

She clung to him desperately, afraid that if she let go, she would drown in pleasure. This wasn't the first time that Itsuka had felt an orgasm, but it was the first time that it had been brought on by someone else. The difference was noticeable; her toes curled so hard she feared they would break, and her senses of the room were gone, as she could feel his body against her, hear his words and moans. Nothing else mattered or existed.

She twitched and spasmed against his hand as the storm of pleasure assaulted her body and senses; she bucked violently as she clung to him, and with each crash of the wave, it lessened, bringing her back to her senses; she was finally able to fall back, she found his eyes staring down at her. The look of caring and lust wormed its way deep into her soul; she pulled him down into a tender but passionate kiss.

"Is this enough for now?" she whispered.

"I was afraid I had pushed too far," he said. "I got so swept up in you."

She smiled, "I would have told you no. I wanted you; I wanted this." They cleaned up and put back on their shirts. She pinned him to the door, stealing another kiss as they said goodnight; she felt like she was floating as she made her way to her bed and off to dreamland.

As Izuku was walking across the lawn towards his home, he was passed by a blushing Mina, who looked at him and giggled. "See you tomorrow, Mina," he said.

"Yeah, tomorrow," she whispered.

He found Himiko sitting on the couch, looking quite happy with herself. "That girl can kiss," Himiko said with a Cheshire-type grin. Izuku smirked, then walked over, lifting Himiko. He threw her over his shoulder and slapped her on the butt.

"Sounds like you have been quite the naughty girl," he said. Himiko went to protest, but a quick smack across her ass turned her protest into a moan. "I think you need to be disciplined."

Himiko let out a moan of desire, "Yes, I do; I was very naughty. Please teach me a lesson; make me a good girl."