Chapter 17 Fox Girl date

Itsuka and Monoma had been in the dumpster for what felt like an eternity. The putrid smell was a constant assault on their senses, and Monoma's whining only made it worse.

"I swear," Monoma grumbled, pinching his nose. "If I get sick from this, I'm billing him for my medical expenses. How can he leave us here like this?"

Itsuka shot him a sharp look, her brow furrowed. "Will you quit it? We're doing this for a little girl. You heard him—this is important."

Monoma crossed his arms, trying to balance his disdain for their situation with the obvious truth in her words. "Fine, but couldn't we at least be stationed somewhere less… disgusting?"

"Like where?" Itsuka countered, waving her hand at the surroundings. "This is the only place close enough to keep watch without getting spotted. Now quit complaining, or you'll attract attention."

Monoma sighed dramatically but stayed quiet. The hours dragged on until Izuku's text finally buzzed on Itsuka's phone.

Hey, we're checking the compound. We gotta wait until nightfall. Please, stand by. I'll text you when you need to move or if the plan changes.

Itsuka read the message and relayed it to Monoma, who looked as if he'd aged ten years in the dumpster. "We're stuck here until nightfall," she said firmly. "No moving unless he says so."

Monoma groaned, leaning back against the dumpster wall. "I'm starting to think he put us here just to torment us. What do we even need to be here for?"

Itsuka raised an eyebrow, her patience thinning. "You want to leave? Fine, go ahead. But you're risking everything we've worked for if we get caught without someone here to back them up. A little girl's life is on the line, Monoma."

He looked away, grumbling under his breath. "Fine, but I'm not suffering alone. I'll get some food and chargers so we're not completely miserable."

Monoma hopped out of the dumpster and headed home, returning a short while later with snacks, a portable charger, and a grumpy attitude. The two of them ate sitting outside the dumpster, too disgusted by the stench to even consider eating inside.

As they finished their makeshift meal, Itsuka gestured toward the dumpster. "Alright, back in."

Monoma stared at her, wide-eyed. "You're joking, right? We've been in there for hours, and it's barely bearable now!"

"You think I like this?" Itsuka snapped, climbing back into the foul-smelling container. "Suck it up. We've got a job to do."

Grumbling, Monoma followed her back inside, muttering about his wasted talents as he settled in. Hours passed, the heat and stench growing unbearable, but they stayed put.

When night finally fell, Izuku's next message came through: Stand by. We might be leaving soon. Be ready to move when I give the signal.

Itsuka let out a deep breath and glanced at Monoma. "Looks like this is it. No messing up, Monoma. We've waited this long—let's see it through."

Monoma nodded begrudgingly, muttering under his breath about how the "Broccoli Boy" had better appreciate their sacrifice.

The dumpster had become a hellish prison for Itsuka and Monoma. With every passing hour, the foul smell seemed to embed itself deeper into their senses. The texts from Izuku were sporadic, and every one of them felt like a slap in the face.

Plans changed. We're going to have to stay the night. We'll move out early in the morning. Please stand by Just in case we find an opening.

Itsuka groaned, leaning back against the dumpster wall. "How much longer are we going to sit in this stink? I'm starting to feel like we're the ones being punished here."

Monoma, furiously scrolling on his phone to distract himself, grumbled, "Punished for what? Trusting that broccoli-haired sadist? He's probably lounging in some luxury penthouse right now while we marinate in garbage."

"Quiet," Itsuka snapped, adjusting her position. "This is for a little girl . Stop being so dramatic."

"Dramatic?" Monoma's voice rose an octave. "I've seen death matches that were less torturous than this! If I die in here, tell my story."

Itsuka rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up. Just—just try to get some sleep. We need to be ready for tomorrow."

They reluctantly settled down, the heat and rancid air making it nearly impossible to relax. But exhaustion eventually won, and they dozed off, awkwardly huddled together for warmth and stability in the cramped space.

The next morning

Morning came, bringing a faint light through the dumpster lid. Itsuka stirred first, her body aching from the uncomfortable night. She turned her head, realizing Monoma was still curled up beside her. "Wake up," she muttered, nudging him with her elbow.

Monoma groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. "This has to be the worst night of my life. If I ever see that Broccoli Boy again—"

Before he could finish, he instinctively grabbed his phone to check for updates. His tired eyes scanned Izuku's social media, half expecting another cryptic update or some vague reassurance. Instead, his scrolling halted abruptly as he came across a new post.

The picture was crystal clear: Izuku standing with the Bunny Girl, Rumi, and a small white-haired girl. The caption read: Family dinner! Our Little princess is settling in just fine. Thanks to everyone who helped make this happen!

Monoma's jaw dropped, and the phone slipped from his hands. It clattered onto the metal floor of the dumpster.

"What? What is it?" Itsuka asked, her voice filled with concern.

He grabbed the phone again, his hand trembling with rage, and shoved the screen in her face. "Look at this! That bastard—he already rescued her!"

Itsuka's eyes widened as she stared at the picture. "No way…"

Monoma's face twisted with indignation. "He's been messing with us this whole time! We've been sitting in garbage for one day while he's been playing house!"

Itsuka covered her mouth, a mix of anger and disbelief washing over her. "We've been texting him, waiting for his instructions!"

Monoma screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing off the dumpster walls. "Motherfucker! That snake! That conniving, manipulative—"

He stood up, his face beet red, and climbed out of the dumpster, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm done. I'm so done. When I see him, I'm going to—"

"Calm down!" Itsuka snapped, climbing out after him. "We need to figure out what to do next."

Monoma whipped around, his eyes wild. "Oh, I know what I'm going to do next. I'm going to make him pay. Somehow, someway, he's going to regret this!"

Itsuka sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Let's just get cleaned up and figure out our next move. Screaming isn't going to help."

Monoma clenched his fists, his voice trembling with fury. "Oh, it helps. It helps me prepare for the revenge of a lifetime."

As they stormed off toward the nearest showering facility, both of them seethed with a shared determination to confront Izuku—and ensure he faced the consequences for their misery.

The warehouse

Izuku and Toga stepped out into the crisp morning air, their fingers intertwined as they exchanged soft smiles. Eri stood at the doorway of the warehouse, waving enthusiastically with her bunny-eared headband perched snugly on her head.

"Bye, Papa! Bye, Fox Mama!" Eri called out, her voice cheerful and bright.

Rumi, standing behind her, ruffled Eri's hair with a fond grin. "You two have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she teased, winking at Izuku.

"Yeah, that really narrows it down," Izuku replied with a smirk, earning a playful swat from Rumi.

Toga laughed, leaning down to wave at Eri. "Be good for Bunny Mama, okay?"

Eri nodded enthusiastically, gripping Rumi's hand. "I will! Have fun, Fox Mama!"

As they turned to leave, Rumi's voice trailed after them. "Bring me back something sweet! And take good care of her, Broccoli Boy!"

Izuku rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, yes. You take care of Eri."

"Don't worry, she's in good hands!" Rumi shouted back, her ears twitching happily as she ushered Eri back inside.

Sushi restaurant

Izuku adjusted his white Yakuza-inspired jacket, smoothing it over his shoulders as he held the door open for Toga. "After you, my lovely fox," he said, his voice dripping with charm.

Toga giggled, brushing past him. "You know, Papa Broccoli, you've been laying it on thick lately. Keep this up, and I might actually start thinking you're serious."

"I'm always serious," Izuku replied, his lips curling into a playful smirk as he took her hand. "But today? I'm all yours. Let's make it unforgettable."

They walked hand-in-hand to the sushi restaurant with the conveyor belt, its vibrant, inviting atmosphere a stark contrast to Izuku's polished and commanding aura. They settled into a booth, and Toga's golden eyes lit up as plates of sushi floated by on the conveyor.

"This place is so cute!" Toga exclaimed, grabbing a plate with a roll topped with bright orange roe. "But not as cute as you in that outfit. Seriously, you look like you own half the city."

Izuku leaned back with a confident grin, plucking a plate of salmon nigiri for himself. "Half? You think so little of me? I was aiming for the whole city."

Toga laughed, tapping his arm with her chopsticks. "Ambitious and charming. Dangerous combo, Mr. Midoriya."

He picked up a piece of sushi, offering it to her. "And you're just dangerous, period. I think that makes us a perfect pair."

She leaned forward, taking the bite directly from his chopsticks, her lips brushing them just enough to make his pulse quicken. "Perfect pair, huh? Well, if we're so perfect, tell me—how many little foxes and broccolis are we having?"

Izuku choked on his tea, coughing into his hand. "W-What? Kids? You're already thinking about kids?"

Toga tilted her head, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Why not? Don't you think our future would be adorable? Little ones running around with green hair and fangs? It'd be chaos."

Izuku shook his head, chuckling nervously as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Toga, we haven't even started our careers yet. Kids are… they're something to think about way down the line. Right now, the future is UA, the hero course, support work. Not diapers."

She pouted, resting her chin on her hand. "You're no fun. Fine, no kids for now. But what about later? You ever picture yourself settling down, or are you going to stay the charming rogue forever?"

Izuku leaned closer, his emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Settle down? Only if it's with someone who can keep up with me. You think you're up for that?"

Toga grinned, her cheeks tinged pink. "Keep up with you? Please. You'd be lucky to keep up with me, Yakuza Broccoli."

He smirked, lowering his voice. "Oh, I don't mind chasing you, but when I catch you, you'd better be ready."

Her golden eyes widened slightly, and she fumbled her chopsticks, the flirtation making her heart race. "Y-You're really laying it on today. What's gotten into you?"

Izuku laughed, reaching across the table to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Maybe I'm just enjoying the company. You bring out the confident side of me."

Toga picked up another piece of sushi, eating it quickly to hide her growing blush. "Well, if you keep this up, I'm going to start thinking you're actually smooth."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, his smile never faltering. "Who says I'm not?"

She pointed at him with her chopsticks. "Don't get cocky. I've seen you trip over air."

"And yet, here we are," he shot back, grabbing another plate from the conveyor. "I must be doing something right."

Izuku leaned forward slightly, his hand resting on hers as the sushi plates rolled by. "You'll have a lot less to juggle than I will. Hero course is no joke, but I've got two classes to manage. Hero course and the support course. It's going to be... interesting."

Toga laughed, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement. "And by 'interesting,' you mean you'll be running around like a madman trying to keep up with both, right?"

"Pretty much," he admitted, grinning. "But I think I can handle it. As long as Mei doesn't rope me into too many late-night build sessions."

"She's totally going to rope you into late-night build sessions," Toga teased, poking his arm with her chopsticks.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. Then his expression softened. "What about you? You're just doing the hero course, right? Any worries?"

Toga shrugged, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. "Well, yeah. I mean, just getting into UA is a big deal. I'm excited, don't get me wrong, but... I guess I'm a little worried. What if I don't fit in? Or I mess up?"

Izuku tilted his head, studying her. "Do you really want to be a hero?"

She blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Why not? I think it's a great career."

He smiled warmly. "It is a great career. I agree. But that's not really what I'm asking. I just want you to be happy, Toga. You don't have to be a hero if that's not what you want."

She stared at him, unsure of how to respond. "I mean... yeah, being a hero would be great. Saving people, making a difference—it's a dream job. Isn't it?"

Izuku nodded. "It can be. But that's not what I'm asking either. What's your dream? What do you want, beyond what other people expect?"

Toga hesitated, her usual playful demeanor slipping as she considered his words. "I... I don't know," she admitted softly. "When I was little, I just wanted to be accepted. I wanted people to see me as more than my quirk or the weird girl who scared everyone."

He squeezed her hand gently, encouraging her to continue.

"And then it happened," she said, her voice growing steadier. "You accepted me, even with my quirk. Even when I didn't think I deserved it. And then I had the chance to change myself, to be someone better. Maybe I want to be a hero to save people like me. People who feel lost or rejected."

Izuku's smile widened, pride glimmering in his green eyes. "That's a beautiful reason. But whatever you decide, whatever your dream becomes, I'll support you. Always."

Toga's eyes shone with unshed tears as she gripped his hand tightly. "You're too good to me, you know that? I don't deserve someone like you."

He chuckled, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "Toga, you deserve happiness, just like anyone else. And if I can help you find it, then I'll do everything I can."

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

"Maybe," he admitted with a grin. "But I'm your sap."

Toga laughed, the sound light and full of warmth. "Yeah, you are. And I'm not letting you go anytime soon, Broccoli Boy."

"Good," Izuku said, leaning back with a playful smirk. "Because I don't plan on going anywhere."

As they finished their sushi, Izuku stood up and stretched, offering Toga his hand. "How about we continue the day at the amusement park? I heard there's a great one nearby."

Toga's face lit up as she grabbed his hand. "That sounds amazing! I'm so in. Let's do it!"

They made their way to the amusement park, the vibrant lights and cheerful music setting the perfect atmosphere. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and excitement, and Toga's enthusiasm was contagious.

At the amusement park

The amusement park buzzed with energy as Izuku and Toga stepped through the colorful gates. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the lively scene, with the faint hum of rides and the excited chatter of families filling the air. Toga bounced on her heels, her golden eyes darting from one attraction to another.

"This place is huge!" she exclaimed, grabbing Izuku's hand. "Where do we start?"

Izuku, dressed in his sleek white Yakuza outfit but with a playful grin softening his otherwise commanding demeanor, pointed toward a massive roller coaster. Its tracks twisted and looped high above the park, promising both terror and thrill. "How about there?" he suggested, his tone confident.

Toga's eyes lit up with excitement. "You're on, Broccoli Boy! Bet you'll be the one screaming."

He smirked, leaning down slightly to meet her eyes. "We'll see about that, Fox."

As they approached the roller coaster, the sound of clanking chains and the occasional scream grew louder. The line moved quickly, and soon they were seated, with Toga eagerly strapping herself in while Izuku adjusted his lap bar, exuding calm confidence.

"This is going to be amazing!" Toga said, practically vibrating with excitement. "I've been wanting to try a coaster like this for ages."

Izuku chuckled. "Then I'm glad I could be the one to take you. Hold on tight, though. Wouldn't want you flying off mid-loop."

Toga stuck her tongue out at him. "Like you could catch me if I did."

He grinned, leaning closer. "Try me."

The ride began its slow ascent, the rhythmic click of the chain pulling them higher and higher. Toga looked over at Izuku, her playful demeanor faltering slightly as she glanced down at the park shrinking below them.

"Not scared, are you?" Izuku teased, catching her expression.

"Me? Never," she said, crossing her arms with a huff, though her grip on the bar tightened.

Izuku leaned back, his voice calm and reassuring. "Good. Because this is where the fun begins."

The coaster crested the peak, the wind howling around them. For a moment, everything was still, and then—

The plunge.

Toga let out a scream of pure exhilaration as they hurtled down the track, the wind whipping her hair. Izuku, true to his word, didn't scream, but he laughed—an unrestrained sound that matched the wild energy of the ride. They whipped around loops, corkscrews, and sudden drops, the coaster tossing them around like ragdolls.

By the time they rolled into the station, Toga was breathless, her cheeks flushed with adrenaline. "That. Was. AMAZING!" she shouted, punching the air.

Izuku laughed, stepping off the ride and offering her a hand. "Told you it'd be fun."

She took his hand, still buzzing with energy. "Okay, you win this round, but I'm going to pick the next ride, and we'll see if you can keep up."

Izuku leaned closer, a sly grin on his face. "Looking forward to it, Fox. But for now, how about we grab a picture to remember this one?"

Toga nodded eagerly, and they headed to the photo kiosk, laughing at the image of them mid-loop: Toga's face a mix of joy and terror, while Izuku wore an annoyingly confident smile.

"You look way too cool in this," Toga complained playfully. "Next time, I'm making you scream."

Izuku handed her the photo. "Good luck with that. But keep this one—proof that I'm not as fragile as I look."

She stuck her tongue out at him, but tucked the picture into her bag with a smile. "Alright, Broccoli Boy. On to the next adventure!"

Toga tugged Izuku's arm as they approached the dimly lit entrance to the haunted house, eerie music spilling out into the amusement park. A fog machine hissed near the doorway, and flickering lights gave the scene an ominous feel.

"Izuku," Toga said, her voice brimming with mischief, "let's see how brave you really are."

Izuku smirked, his white Yakuza outfit giving him an unshakable air of authority. "A haunted house? Seriously, Toga? This is child's play."

"Oh, come on! You can't act cool all the time," she teased, poking his cheek. "Let's see if those nerves of steel are real."

They stepped inside, the door creaking shut behind them, and were immediately greeted by the smell of artificial fog and a distant, spine-chilling scream. Toga clasped her hands together, her golden eyes glinting with delight as the first "monster," a man in a ghoulish mask, lunged out of the shadows with a guttural roar.

"Nice design!" Toga cooed, tilting her head to admire the mask. "Oh, and the blood dripping from your mouth is a nice touch. What'd you use? Corn syrup?"

The actor froze for a second, clearly taken aback. "Uh… y-yeah."

Izuku walked past without even acknowledging the scare, his confident stride making him seem untouchable. "Told you this was nothing," he said, glancing over his shoulder at Toga.

The haunted house continued, with monsters popping out of coffins, ghosts gliding on wires, and a zombie lurching towards them. Toga, instead of reacting like a typical visitor, clapped and laughed, throwing out compliments.

"Oh, I love the way you shuffle like your legs are broken! Super authentic!" she said, giggling at a zombie that groaned loudly.

"Are you serious?" the actor muttered under their breath, looking bewildered.

Meanwhile, Izuku maintained his cool demeanor, his expression unfazed by any of the scares. When a werewolf leapt out, snarling and clawing, he merely sidestepped it with practiced ease. "Try harder next time," he quipped, making Toga burst into laughter.

"You're too calm, Broccoli Boy," she teased. "Let's spice things up."

Toga's fingers twitched subtly, and suddenly, an illusion of a massive shadowy creature appeared behind one of the actors. The poor worker turned, let out a scream that wasn't in the script, and bolted.

"Did you see his face?!" Toga cackled, clutching her stomach as she doubled over with laughter.

"Toga, you're going to give these guys a complex," Izuku said, shaking his head, though he was clearly amused.

"I can't help it! It's too funny," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "Here, let me try something else."

With another flick of her hand, one of the ghosts seemed to come alive, its sheet fluttering as if it were floating through the air. The other actors stared in stunned silence as the illusion moved on its own, joining the fray of scares.

"Toga," Izuku said, his tone mock-serious, "you're going to get us kicked out."

"Worth it," she said with a wicked grin.

By the time they reached the final stretch of the haunted house, the workers were either laughing with them or completely thrown off their game. As they exited, one of the actors—still in character as a vampire—called out after them.

"You two are the scariest thing in there, and one of you wasn't even trying!"

Toga blew them a kiss. "Thanks for the compliment!"

Izuku chuckled, shaking his head as they stepped back into the sunlight. "Only you could turn a haunted house into a comedy show."

"Come on, admit it—you had fun," Toga said, nudging him playfully.

He smiled, slipping an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe a little."

"Just wait till the arcade," she teased. "I'm going to wipe the floor with you."

"We'll see about that, Fox," he replied, a spark of playful competition in his eyes.

Toga's enthusiasm was infectious as she wrapped her arms around Izuku's and practically dragged him toward the glowing neon sign of the arcade. The building buzzed with the sounds of electronic games, clinking coins, and cheerful shouts from other players.

"Come on, Broccoli Boy!" she said, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been dying to play some rhythm games with you."

Izuku chuckled, letting her lead the way. "You're going to show off, aren't you?"

"Obviously," she said with a sly grin, pulling him toward a brightly lit dance machine. "But don't worry, you'll still look cute when you lose."

She hopped onto the platform as the screen displayed a menu of songs. Toga didn't hesitate to pick a high-difficulty track with a fast beat, and as the game began, she started moving in perfect rhythm, her feet tapping the arrows with precision. She spun around dramatically, laughing as she kept up with the song's frenetic pace.

"Come on, keep up!" she teased, glancing at Izuku, who was gamely trying to match her moves.

"I'm trying, but you're like a pro at this," he said, beads of sweat forming on his brow as the tempo increased. Despite his best efforts, he stumbled on a particularly tricky sequence, nearly missing his step.

Toga laughed and reached out to steady him. "Hey, don't hurt yourself. You're supposed to dance, not die."

They finished the game, with Toga's name lighting up the high-score board. She pumped her fist in triumph. "Ha! Told you I'd wipe the floor with you."

Izuku smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Let's see how you do in a fighting game."

They moved to a nearby cabinet, choosing characters and locking in their moves. Toga went all-in, choosing a flashy, unpredictable character, while Izuku picked a balanced fighter with solid fundamentals.

"You ready to lose again?" Toga teased.

"Not this time," Izuku replied with a confident grin.

The first round was chaos, with Toga button-mashing her way to victory while cackling wildly. "Take that, Broccoli Boy! I'm unstoppable!"

But by the second round, Izuku started to read her moves. He countered her unpredictable attacks with precise blocks and well-timed combos, turning the tide.

"What?! No fair! You're supposed to be bad at this!" Toga cried, her fingers flying over the buttons as she tried to mount a comeback.

The final round ended with a decisive victory for Izuku. He leaned back with a smirk, crossing his arms. "Guess I'm not so bad after all."

Toga pouted dramatically, then broke into a grin. "Fine, fine. You win this time."

They spent the next hour trying out various games, from racing simulators to cooperative shooters, laughing and teasing each other the whole time. As they reached the claw machines, Toga's eyes lit up when she spotted a plush fox in one of the displays.

"Oh, look at that one! It's adorable!" she exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

Izuku nodded. "Alright, let's win it."

He fed coins into the machine, carefully maneuvering the claw to grab the plush. The first attempt failed, and so did the second. Toga giggled as Izuku grew more determined, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Come on, Broccoli Boy, you can do it!" she cheered.

On his forty fifth attempt, and after spending a slightly ridiculous amount of money, the claw finally gripped the plush securely and dropped it into the prize chute. Izuku pulled it out triumphantly and handed it to her.

"For you," he said with a soft smile.

Toga hugged the plush tightly and beamed. "You're the best!"

They shared a laugh, and Izuku wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He kissed her lightly on the lips, then again, longer this time. She melted into the embrace, her arms encircling his neck.

"Thanks for an amazing day," she murmured.

"It's not over yet," he said, giving her a playful smile. "What's next?"

"Dinner, of course," she replied, squeezing his hand. "But don't think you're off the hook. I'm picking the place."

"As long as you're happy, Fox Mama," Izuku said, earning an affectionate punch on the shoulder as they walked out of the arcade, ready to continue their date.

She took out two masks, her grin playful as she handed one to him. "Here," she said, slipping hers on. "This will transform our appearance completely. I know the perfect place for dinner, but it's a secret, so we'll need these disguises."

Izuku looked at her, half curious, half hesitant. "A secret, huh? Should I be worried?"

Toga chuckled, adjusting her mask as it shimmered to life, altering her features. "Only if you don't trust me, my love." Her teasing tone was laced with excitement. "Now, come on. We don't want to keep the night waiting."

With a reluctant sigh, Izuku placed the mask on his face, watching as his reflection in the nearby mirror morphed. His usual green-haired appearance was replaced by someone entirely unrecognizable, yet the sparkle of his eyes remained. "Alright," he said, brushing off his nerves. "Lead the way."

They made their way to a hotel, the kind that carried a faint air of secrecy and indulgence. Toga led him through the dimly lit lobby with ease, her hand gripping his as if grounding them both. The receptionist barely gave them a glance, and before Izuku could take in his surroundings, they were stepping into a modestly lit room with a slightly worn but comfortable bed at its center.

Toga closed the door behind them and leaned against it, her smile both mischievous and tender. "Relax," she murmured, her voice softer now. "I promise this will be worth it."

Izuku sat at the edge of the bed, fidgeting slightly as she approached. There was an energy to her, a mixture of playfulness and sincerity, as she sat beside him, her leg bouncing nervously. "Toga, are you—"

Before he could finish, she leaned in, her lips grazing his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "I've been waiting for this dinner all day," she whispered against his skin, her teeth gently nipping him. He gasped softly, his hands instinctively moving to steady her as she straddled him, her weight grounding him in the moment.

Her kisses trailed from his neck to his jaw, leaving faint marks in their wake. "Toga…" he began, his voice both a warning and a plea, but she silenced him with her lips, capturing his in a kiss so fervent it left him breathless. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her passion consuming.

Izuku's hands hesitated for a moment before resting on her waist. She pressed into him, her movements fluid and teasing. Emboldened by her eagerness, his grip shifted to her hips, his fingers brushing against her curves. She gasped softly, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushed.

"Naughty boy," she teased, her voice dripping with mock reproach. "You're supposed to be the shy one."

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His hand reached into her panties, his fingers finding her warmth, slick with her own desire. Izuku groaned as she felt his touch, the sensation sending shivers up her spine.

"Mmmm, Izuku," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer. Toga bit down gently on his neck, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin, leaving another mark. He began to circle her clit, the slight pressure sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, pushing her hips forward to meet his touch, needing more.

Toga's teeth sank deeper into his neck, her bite now leaving a clear mark on his skin. Her hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she sought more of his warmth. His hand between her legs moved faster, his fingers expertly stroking her most sensitive spot. She gasped, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Toga began to slowly undress, revealing her bare chest to him for the first time.

Izuku looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire as he pinched her breast, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers.

"Toga," he moaned against her skin, his breath hot against her chest. She gasped, her fox ears twitching with every touch.

"Yes, Izuku," she cried out, her voice hoarse with need. His other hand released her breast, trailing down her stomach before moving between her legs once more. He pressed two fingers against her, rubbing her clit in circles, the sensation almost too much to bear. Toga felt the heat building within her, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Izuku, I can't take it anymore," she begged, her voice filled with desperation. As he continued to touch her, Toga felt her body explode, waves of pleasure coursing through her as her juices coated his fingers.

Izuku watched her, a smirk playing on his lips as he licked his fingers clean.

"Pervert." she whispered, but there was no heat in the accusation. She pulled down her panties, revealing how soaked they were with her juices. Her smile was wicked as she moved to take off his clothes, revealing the scars on his chest from battles past. Toga's hands traced the marks, a mix of admiration and concern in her eyes.

"You're so brave." she murmured, leaning in to kiss each scar gently. She grabbed a metal restrict ball from the nightstand, hitting him with it. The metal cables wrapped around his arms, restraining him. Izuku looked at her, surprised but not afraid.

Toga's heart raced as she moved her face down, her nose almost touching his bulge. She smirked, teasing him with her words.

"Let Fox Mama take care of you." she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his hard length standing tall before her. She had never seen him like this before, and for a moment, she was unsure of what to do. Toga's fingers trembled as she ran them up and down his shaft, exploring the smooth skin. She wrapped her fingers around his girth, stroking him slowly, learning his rhythm.

Izuku's groans filled the room, encouraging Toga as she explored his body. She watched him intently, enjoying the noises he made at her touch. Toga felt a surge of excitement course through her veins. She stopped using her hand, instead bringing her tongue out to play. She flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock, tasting the drops of arousal that had gathered there. Toga's pussy throbbed with need as she focused on Izuku, determined to drive him wild with desire. Her other hand found its way to his balls, gently rolling them in her palm as her tongue continued its sensual dance up and down his shaft.

Toga's tongue danced from the base to the tip of Izuku's cock, flicking and circling as she explored every inch. She paused for a moment, looking up at him with a playful smile.

"Thanks for the meal," she teased, before wrapping her warm, wet mouth around his shaft. She took him deep into her throat, bobbing her head as she went down, relishing his groans of pleasure. Izuku's hips moved instinctively, thrusting into her welcoming mouth. Toga felt powerful, knowing she could drive him wild with desire. She quickly grabbed his pelvis, pinning him down as she smirked.

"Let me enjoy my meal," she whispered, before pulling back with a pop, smirking at the look of pure ecstasy on his face.

Toga stood up, her rounded ass facing Izuku. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a sly smile.

"Such a naughty boy," she purred, "always staring at my ass and groping my ass like it belongs to you." She giggled, then plopped her bare buttocks onto Izuku's face. He groaned as he was engulfed by her scent and felt her wet heat against his lips. Toga noticed his cock twitching with excitement and felt a surge of pleasure at his reaction. She gyrated her hips, grinding her ass onto his face as his tongue lapped at her petals, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.

She leaned down, pressing her lips against the tip of his shaft and sliding her tongue out to taste his sweet pre-cum. Toga's tongue danced around his head, flicking and teasing him until he was writhing beneath her, begging for more.

Izuku tried to thrust his hips, but Toga pinned him down effortlessly, her fox tail wrapping around her body as she held him in place. Her ears twitched in excitement as she leaned down, her tongue circling his sensitive cock as she enjoyed the taste of his arousal. She smiled up at him, feeling the warmth building inside her as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Toga paused, looking at him with a playful smile before using her fingers to tease his throbbing member.

"Thank you for the meal," she said, before taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth, swallowing him whole until she reached the root of his shaft.

Toga's tongue moved in wild circles, attacking his sensitive head and underside as she sucked him deep into her mouth, causing him to climax into her warm, welcoming throat. At the same time, Izuku's tongue danced between her petals, circling her sweet spot and clit, sending her over the edge of ecstasy, her juices dripping onto his face as she rode the wave of pleasure. Toga pulled back, her mouth wrapped around his shaft, and sucked him deep, but she didn't swallow. She got off of him and turned around, facing him face to face. She opened her mouth, showing his essence glistening on her tongue.

"Yummy," she purred, before swallowing every drop and sticking out her tongue, showing him that she had swallowed every bit of his essence. Toga noticed that he was still hard.

Toga got up, pressing her wet, dripping pussy against Izuku's hard shaft. A system notification popped up, offering to activate a pregnancy prevention method. They both hit 'yes' without hesitation. She smiled, thinking that she didn't have to use those condoms anymore. Toga pressed down, her lips rubbing against his sensitive flesh, even though they had just climaxed. They both jolted as she slammed her hips down onto him, arching their backs and breathing heavily.

"We might need to take a minute," she said, but before she could finish, Izuku thrust up, catching her off guard.

Izuku moved his arms, flexing the cables as they snapped off of him. He flipped Toga on her back, and in one swift motion, thrust deeply into her warm, wet core. He pinned her in place, looking down at her as he began thrusting, his powerful strokes hitting her sweet spot with perfect rhythm.

"It's my turn," he growled, picking up the pace and thrusting into her hard and fast. His hands trailed up to her fox ears, massaging them gently as he continued to plunge into her. Toga blushed, the sensation causing her to moan deeply.

"Those are sensitive," she said, her voice raspy with desire. Her hand moved to his back, scratching him gently, adding to the sensation of their coupling.

Izuku continued to thrust into Toga passionately, every time her walls squeezed him, he burned deeper, thrusting harder, seeking more pleasure. He smiled, thrusting into her again and again, feeling her tightness around him.

He flipped her, pushing her head into the bed as her ass was up in the air. With one hand, he spanked her softly, causing her pussy to squeeze around his shaft, and he kept doing it, mixing pain with pleasure. With his other hand, he pinned her head to the bed, holding her in place as she started moaning wildly.

Izuku continued to spank Toga's ass, leaving a handprint on her right cheek before switching hands and slapping the other cheek, marking it with his touch. She kept moaning, her walls tightening around him as he thrust deeper. Finally, she reached her climax, but he didn't stop, he kept thrusting into her, harder and faster.

"Oh no," she moaned, "please slow down." But he didn't listen, he kept going, plunging into her with powerful strokes.

"I can't take any more," she whispered, her voice filled with desire and exhaustion.

Izuku stopped, placing his mouth near Toga's fox ears.

"You say that, but your pussy keeps squeezing my cock." he growled, thrusting deeply into her. He lifted her up, thrusting her from behind, and then he put two fingers in her mouth. She bit down hard, but he didn't care.

He kept going, biting her neck hard, causing her to go crazy, her tail wagging around his hand as he started stroking it. Her tail pushed against his hand as he rubbed her clit, sending her over the edge, her walls clamping down on his shaft. Izuku went over the edge as well, filling her up with his warm cum. They both collapsed on the bed, exhausted from their intense lovemaking.

Toga moved closer to Izuku, seeing him on his back with his shaft still inside her. She muttered, feeling his seed filling her up, how warm and satisfying it was.

She went down, wrapping her mouth around his sensitive head, causing him to jitter and squirm. As she cleaned him, her tongue dancing around his shaft, the taste of their mixed juices made her wild. Moving up and down, she took him deep into her mouth, tasting every inch of him.

"That's not cleaning," Izuku said, trying to get her to slow down, but she wouldn't listen. He grabbed her head, trying to control her pace, but she pinned his arms down, transforming them into her hybrid dragon form.

Toga moved faster, her tongue becoming longer and more agile as it wrapped around Izuku's shaft. His body couldn't handle the intense stimulation, and he climaxed into her mouth, filling it with his warm cum. She pressed her mouth down to his base, savoring every moment of him, before pulling back and showing off the cum in her mouth.

"All clean now," she said, before wrapping her hand around his shaft and sucking on the tip. Izuku couldn't help but grab his phone and take a picture of this moment, capturing her sucking on his tip while she made a peace sign with her other hand, a perverted look in her eyes.

The couple emerged from the sleazy hotel, both freshly dressed and bearing the satisfied smiles of shared intimacy. Izuku tugged at his pants, grumbling under his breath, "I'm telling you, my underwear is gone. It's probably in another dimension now."

Toga smirked, adjusting her mask. "Lost to the hotel gods, huh? Maybe they liked the show," she teased with a wink.

Izuku's face turned a deep red, and he muttered, "You're incorrigible."

She handed him the mask disguise again, her voice light and playful. "Come on, let's not get caught now. Dinner's still calling, and you know how much I've been craving something raw."

He froze mid-step, his face growing even redder. "Uh…raw?"

Toga turned, catching his expression, and immediately burst out laughing. "Not that, you perverted broccoli! I meant sushi!"

Izuku scratched the back of his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Right, sushi. Totally what I was thinking."

With their masks secured, the couple melted into the city streets, blending in perfectly with the crowds. Once they were a safe distance from prying eyes, they ducked into an alley and removed the disguises. Toga grabbed his arm, dragging him along with renewed energy.

"I found something better than sushi!" she exclaimed, pulling him towards a cozy bakery.

Izuku raised an eyebrow as they stepped inside. "Better than sushi?"

Toga pointed to a menu showcasing parfaits layered with vibrant fruits and creamy toppings. "Parfaits! And we can grab cakes for everyone back at the warehouse. What do you think?"

He chuckled. "You're dangerous when you get like this."

"I'm dangerous all the time, broccoli boy," she quipped, her voice dripping with mock menace.

After placing their orders, Toga insisted on sampling every cake flavor available before settling on chocolate for Mei, carrot cake for Rumi, and a colorful box of assorted cupcakes for Eri. She got herself a towering strawberry parfait, while Izuku opted for something simpler.

As they sat by the window, Toga leaned over her parfait, swirling her spoon through the layers with exaggerated care. "You know," she started, her voice teasing, "you're really cute when you're flustered. Like earlier. All red-faced and stammering."

Izuku took a bite of his dessert, shaking his head with a smirk. "I think you enjoy torturing me."

"Maybe just a little," she admitted, licking the whipped cream from her spoon. "But you're worth it."

He leaned in, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. "You're not so bad yourself, even if you do have a flair for drama."

Toga's grin widened. "Drama keeps things interesting."

They continued to banter as they finished their desserts, their conversation weaving through playful flirtations and talk of their future plans. When they finally left the bakery, arms laden with treats, Toga clung to Izuku's arm. His hand found its way to her lower back, rubbing gently, which drew a knowing smile from her.

"Perverted broccoli boy," she whispered, leaning into him. "Can't keep your hands off me, huh?"

He kissed her forehead with a grin. "Can you blame me?"

When they arrived at the warehouse, Toga was practically glowing, her energy infectious. Izuku opened the door, calling out, "We're back! And we brought dessert!"

Rumi and Mei were already at the workbench. Mei looked up, spotting the beaming Toga. "Well, well," Mei said with a smirk, setting down her tools. "Look at you, Miss Radiant Sunshine. You look…different. Had a good day, I assume?"

Rumi's nose twitched, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked between Toga and Izuku. "Different, huh? What'd you two get up to?"

Toga held up the box of parfaits and cakes, feigning innocence. "We just had a nice little outing. And bought dessert!"

Izuku placed the cakes on the table, avoiding Rumi's probing gaze. "We thought you'd appreciate some carrot cake, Rumi. And Mei, there's chocolate in there for you."

Mei's eyes lit up. "Chocolate? Oh, you do know how to keep an inventor happy." She grabbed the box eagerly.

Eri peeked from around the corner, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the cupcakes. "Cupcakes!" she cheered, running over to grab the box. "Thank you, Papa! Thank you, Fox Mama!"

Toga knelt down, ruffling Eri's hair. "Anything for our little cupcake. But you have to share, okay?"

Eri nodded enthusiastically, already picking out her first cupcake.

Rumi, still unconvinced, crossed her arms and glared playfully at Izuku. "You're hiding something."

Izuku sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Can't a guy just have a nice date with his girlfriend?"

Toga leaned against him, sticking her tongue out at Rumi. "Jealous, bunny?"

Rumi scoffed, though her cheeks turned faintly pink. "Hardly. Just making sure you two aren't slacking off while we're here working hard."

Izuku placed an arm around Toga's shoulders, smirking. "Trust me, Rumi, we've been anything but lazy."

Mei, watching the exchange, couldn't help but laugh. "You three are ridiculous."

Izuku looked toward the workbench where Rumi was leaning, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. He approached, adjusting his gloves. "Rumi, why are you at the workbench?"

Rumi sighed dramatically, flipping her ears back. "Mei kind of forced me to watch her work. Said something like, 'Maybe you don't respect support equipment because you haven't seen the process it's made in.' So I stuck around, but honestly? I tuned out most of it. I don't speak nerd."

Mei, standing on the other side of the room, rolled her eyes. "I don't speak nerd either," she quipped. "I speak scientist, inventor, innovator. Get it right, Rabbit."

Rumi snorted and turned her attention to Izuku. "You see what I've been putting up with? The whole time she's rambling about circuitry or torque or something. Anyway—" she stepped closer to Izuku, her smirk turning playful, "maybe you're just as bad."

Izuku scratched his head nervously. "Uh, I don't think that's fair. I mean—"

Rumi suddenly sniffed the air, her teasing expression vanishing as her nose twitched. "What's that smell?"

"What smell?" Izuku asked, startled.

Without answering, Rumi grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward a private room in the corner. "Come on," she ordered.

"Wait, what? Where are we going?" Izuku protested, but her grip was firm.

"Just shut up and follow me."

Once inside the private room, Rumi crouched down, her nose sniffing the air near his waist. Izuku's face turned bright red. "Wait—no, no, no! We can't—" he stammered.

Rumi's ears twitched, her cheeks flushing slightly. "What are you—ugh, no, you idiot. I wasn't going to do that! Perverted wife," she muttered, her face reddening further as she glared up at him.

Izuku blinked in confusion. "Then why are you—"

Rumi's nose twitched again as she zeroed in on his pocket. "There it is. That's the smell I've been catching all day." She reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of... soaked undergarments.

She held them up, her jaw dropping. "These are Toga's!"

Before Izuku could explain, Rumi dropped them like they were on fire. Her face turned beet red, and she turned toward the door. "I—I'm going. I'm just... going." She opened the door and stomped out, muttering something under her breath.

"Wait!" Izuku called after her, but she was already gone. He sighed, his face burning. "I didn't even know how they got there!" he muttered to the empty room.

Looking at the undergarments on the floor, he awkwardly picked them up, shaking his head. "Well... now I know where my underwear is." He carefully tucked them back into his pocket, face still flushed, and walked out to rejoin the others.

Izuku stood in the middle of the warehouse, his hands tucked into his pockets as he watched Rumi from across the room. Her rabbit ears twitched slightly as she and Mei whispered together, their faces flushed with whatever secret they were sharing. Izuku tried to inch closer, curious about the topic of their conversation, but they both glanced his way, moving just out of earshot. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Toga sat on the beanbag chair with Eri, helping the little girl navigate an RPG on one of the gaming consoles. The screen lit up with colorful battles, Eri giggling as Toga coached her through the controls. Izuku shook his head with a small smile, then turned his attention back to Rumi.

"Hey, Rumi," he called, his voice firm but calm. Her ears perked up immediately, and she turned toward him, her face still tinged with red. Mei gave her a teasing nudge, and Rumi shot her a glare before stepping away from their whispered huddle.

"Y-yeah?" Rumi stammered, her cheeks flushing deeper as she walked up to him. She fidgeted with her hands, avoiding his gaze. "I mean, if this is about you and toga—uh, whatever you two—"

"Stop," Izuku interrupted firmly, holding up a hand. "Not about that. I need to talk to you about something else."

Rumi tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Something else?"

Izuku nodded, glancing toward the others to make sure they weren't paying attention. Satisfied that Toga and Eri were absorbed in their game and Mei was tinkering with some gadgets, he gestured for Rumi to step closer.

"This is... kind of a big deal," Izuku began, his voice lowering. "I think I can trust you with it now. It's about... my secret."

"Your secret?" Rumi asked, her ears flicking with curiosity. "What are you talking about?"

Izuku smiled nervously. "Okay, just... bear with me. You've seen me do some crazy stuff, right? Stuff that doesn't exactly match up with having a quirk."

Rumi crossed her arms, a skeptical look on her face. "Yeah, I've noticed. What's your point?"

"Well..." Izuku hesitated, then let out a breath. "The truth is, I'm technically quirkless."

Rumi's eyes widened, and her mouth fell open slightly. "Quirkless? What? That doesn't make any sense. You've done things that even pros can't do!"

"That's because I have something else," Izuku explained. He held up his hand, a faint glow of psychic energy sparking around it briefly before disappearing. "It's called a system. It's not a quirk—it's... something different."

Rumi blinked, her confusion deepening. "A system? What does that even mean?"

"Here, let me show you," Izuku said, pulling up a translucent screen only he could see. He quickly navigated the interface, sending her an invite. "Just... accept this."

Rumi jumped slightly as a glowing notification appeared in front of her eyes. She stumbled back, her hands instinctively raising as she stared at the screen hovering in front of her. The words "Party Invite" blinked faintly.

"What the hell is this?!" Rumi shouted, looking around wildly as if trying to figure out where it came from. "What kind of trick is this?"

Izuku raised his hands defensively. "It's not a trick, I swear! Just... interact with it. It'll make sense."

Rumi hesitated, then cautiously reached out and tapped the "Accept" option with her finger. Instantly, another translucent interface appeared, showing her various stats, a level indicator, and a shared party screen listing Izuku as the leader.

Her jaw dropped. "What the hell is all this?!"

Izuku grinned. "Welcome to the party."

Rumi's eyes darted over the stats and abilities listed under her name. "This is insane. What does all this mean? How does this even work?"

"I don't know all the details myself," Izuku admitted. "But it's how I've been able to do everything you've seen. The strength, the skills, the... well, the crazy stuff."

Rumi glanced at him, her expression a mix of awe and bewilderment. "You've been hiding this the whole time?"

"Yeah," Izuku said, his tone soft. "It's not something I can just tell everyone about. But I trust you, Rumi. I want you to understand why I do what I do."

Rumi stared at him for a long moment before a slow smile spread across her face. "You really are full of surprises, aren't you, Broccoli Boy?"

Izuku laughed. "You have no idea."

She looked back at the interface floating in front of her. "So... does this mean I get to kick some ass with you now?"

Izuku smirked. "If you're up for it."

Rumi grinned, her ears standing tall. "Oh, I'm more than up for it. Let's see what this system can do."

Author's Note:

So, there we go! Rumi officially has the system now! Her class is going to be Quirk User, which essentially grants her unique skill abilities and a significant stat boost. That means she's now even stronger and ready to kick things up a notch!

As for the next potential additions to Izuku's circle, we have Kyoka, Ibara, Kinoko, and… Momo! I know I initially mentioned three, but Momo could really work for one major reason: Mei. Let's be real, Mei would probably sell Izuku's soul for a lifetime supply of free materials, and Momo could open that door with her resources.

When it comes to Toga, I'm torn. Class A seems like the natural fit since most of the main story beats occur there, and we'd get her interacting with Eraserhead, which I love. However, Class B could offer some fresh dynamics and unique scenarios. What do you all think? Let me know in the comments.

Oh, and by the way, this chapter marked my very first attempt at writing a love scene. I hope it came across well, and I'm excited to hear your feedback. Thanks for sticking with me on this journey!