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“Ooooooh!~” 

Tomura ignored Toga’s cooing and general hyperactivity as she jumped across the dark laboratory that belonged to the doctor. The lab was equipped head to toe with wiring and tubes, all glowing with energy and housing a Noumu each. 

No, wait, what was the Doc calling them? High Ends?

Didn’t matter. 

He placed a hand on one of the tubes, avoiding his middle finger as he touched the glass. They were his toys now. No need to break them already. 

Not when they still could be used. 

“Oooo! What’s in this one?” Toga squealed as she glomped onto one of the canisters. Unlike the rest it wasn’t transparent, rather covered in plate metal, riveted in place with big, heavy duty rivets. 06 was painted onto its side. 

It looked like a piece of a spaceship rather than a test-tube like the rest. 

He moved away from the tube he was looking at. Leaving the slender Noumu with the burnt, frozen necrotic skin and multiple mouths alone. 

“That’s my ultimate creation,” the Doc mumbled, still staring at one of the massive screens in the dark lab. It was showing lines of code, and multiple bars rapidly moving up and down. Maybe the readings of the tubes?

How did he even know which tube they were talking about? 

“The Noumu you had for USJ was just my first attempt,” he elaborated, spinning to stare at the two young villains in his lab. “Brute force for the sake of success. We learned how far that got us.” 

“But, her!” His goggles shined as his mustache twitched as a grin widened on his face. “She is a lot more than just brute force!” 

That got his interest. 

“What does that even mean?” Toga asked the doctor.. 

“She’s built to be an infiltrator, an assassin. The perfect one.” he wheezed raising his hands to the sky. “Think of her like the terminator. She can think on her own accord, based on her programming of course.” 

“How can she even sneak in though, she’s probably gonna look like-” Toga moved a panel Tomura hadn’t noticed before, opening a porthole into the tube, revealing the insides glowing in a blue tint. It was empty. “Is she invisible? That’s coo-” 

A monstrous shriek shook the lab and the floor vibrated. Causing Toga to almost tumble down to the floor as she jumped back. A heavy hand slammed against the tube Toga was just leaning against, the rivets ringing but holding steady. 

A red eye was staring out of the tube with malicious intent making the two shiver. It wasn’t mindless like the rest. 

This one was intelligent. 

And it hated them.

“Oh, her reprogramming isn’t quite complete yet so she acts out. Please be a dear and close that.” the doc mumbled turning back to his screen. 

“What powers does she have?” Tomura asked. She was an assassin, and he could use one.

Nothing like a dead student to make a statement. 

“Invisibility, phase shifting…” so what, she could move through walls? like that lemony guy Toga had seen in the Yakuza raid. Now that fucker could be assassinated— but with his quirk gone he wasn’t a good target. Too off the radar. 

“Ability to change living beings she touches, and a quirk that even All for One wouldn’t touch.” The Doc swiveled in his chair, his goggles shining like headlights as he stared at Tomura. “Ultimate Polymorph; she is able to change her body at will into nearly any shape she wants, even subconsciously when she’s threatened. Indeed, her defensive ability might even be greater than that of Gigantomachia.”

“Master didn’t take a quirk that powerful? Why?” 

“Too unstable, he did try taking it, once.” The Doc swiveled back and stared at the screen. “He was barely able to shove it back in before his body started to malform.” 

“Some quirks one can’t handle unless one were born with it.” He shrugged. “But because she was, she could handle it, handle a lot more. The perfect palette for creation.” 

“And you used it to create an assassin,” Toga mumbled. “You’re giving me more reasons to like you!” 

“How do I give her a target?”

The Doc turned on his chair. “Weren’t you listening, boy? I told you her programming wasn’t complete yet.” 

“I didn’t ask if she was ready or not. I asked how to give her a target.”

The Doc paused, the room filled with silence broken only by the whirring of pumps, the squelching of tubes, and the weird melody coming from the 06 tube behind Tomura. 

“Are you mad?” Toga asked in her blunt yet chipper tone. 

“No, no…” the doctor shifted. Tomura could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m excited, It’s been so long since I had an experiment with this many uncertainties. All for One always was a man of cowardice. Always hiding behind schemes and plots after the advent of All Might.” 

He pressed a few buttons and a screen whirred out of the floor, lifting in front of the encased metal tube. “REAL Innovation- no... real SCIENCE can only be done with risks! Caution to the wind!” 

Tomura smirked. Now that was someone he could work with. 

“Tomura! I told you I would give you everything and I am a man of my word. Use that screen, enter whatever, whoever you want and she will hunt it down and kill it. The more info you can give the faster it will be.” 

He faced the console. 

He needed to choose a student. 

High profile.

Someone whose death would shake society. 

Someone that would have a hard time dealing with a humanoid target. 

Someone that would hesitate against a covert villain. 

Someone like Izuku Midoriya.

The tube was cold. 

Empty. 

Lonely. 

The music only made her feel lonelier. Damn classics. 

Even the window she had was closed again. The blonde-haired girl was cute, too bad she got scared.

Then the music stopped. The light faded. She got doused in darkness, she hated darkness. 

It was lonely. And cold. 

She pulled her knees closer to herself, lights shimmering on her arms, trying to illuminate the dark. 

It only showed how little space she had.  

“Izuku Midoriya.”

Her eyes snapped open, looking for the source of the sound. Someone else? Anyone else- 

That voice sounded nice, and warm and friendly- maybe she would get a friend? 

Then she realized where the sound was coming from. The screen attached to her walls.

She hated that thing. 

It only showed death. 

But. 

But this was something else. 

She swam closer to the screen, looking intently. 

It was a person! Hair black that shone green when it caught light… that looked so pretty… 

He smiled at the screen. She smiled back. 

Her heart skipped a beat. 

Was this her soulmate? 

“Yȯͅur͉̓ ̹̆ta̦͆ȑ̘g̱̾et̹̏.̰̿” the normal robotic voice said again. She hated that voice. “Is̗͒ Izuku ̧̓M̳̉iḓ̓õ̹r̜͡iya.̣̓” 

The screen flashed, going between death and gore and Izuku. 

She screamed. She didn’t want to see those! 

“K̘̈́il͎͗l͓̀ Iz͚̾ū͎ku Mid͎͂or̭̋iyą̿” the voice chanted in a deep baritone. 

“K̘̈́il͎͗l͓̀ Iz͚̾ū͎ku Mid͎͂or̭̋iyą̿, K̘̈́il͎͗l͓̀ Iz͚̾ū͎ku Mid͎͂or̭̋iyą̿, K̘̈́il͎͗l͓̀ Iz͚̾ū͎ku Mid͎͂or̭̋i̞͋ỷ̯ą̿͆͟ ̹͝,K̥̘̣̈́̒̈i͙͡l̥͎͖͊͗̈͟͞ĺ͖̜̙̫͓͙͙̒̀͋̓̔͆ ̥̥͌̃I̡̗͆͗z͉͖͈̗͚̳͉̿̂̾͐̈́͒͐u̢͈̞̼͎̭͑͑̄̈̓̋͟͞k̜̺̎͘u̥̓̊ͅ ͌͟͟M̲̎́ͅi̤͎̒͡ḏ͉͓̫͎̤̞̌̿͂̈́̋͛ṓ͇̭ŗ̩͔͔̗̭̰͐̋́̍͒͠͡į͔͌̏y͖͆̐͟ą̨̛̻̜̭̿͛̿̌͋͜͞ͅ” 

K̞͒i̜̕l̮l̼̓. 

Kiļ̺̈̆l̖͖̓͗́̕ͅͅ…

She needed to k͎͂ĩ͇l̦͘l̜ Izuku Midoriya. 

“Does it have to take this long?” Himiko whined, it had been almost an hour since Tomura had typed in his target. And she was getting bored. Looking at death was boring, especially when nothing was bleeding. Stupid Noumu.

Wonder if 06 would make Izuku bleed. She wanted to see that. “Can you get it to record her attack?” 

“Why would I-” the doc spun, and the tube beeped like a food timer. “Oh, the coding’s complete.” 

The riveted plates of metal hissed, mechanical arms surrounding it and cutting the plates off slowly, tearing the metal cocoon off. 

A girl was in the fetal position in the middle, holding her ears. Her hair was softly sifting through colors like a fish scale catching light, with the long locks covering most of her body. 

She didn’t look like a Noumu. 

Wonder what color blood she had. 

“Ri̽͢ş̚ēͅ” the speakers of the lab ordered. And the girl stirred, slowly getting up. 

Her skin was blue, shinier than Himiko had ever seen before as if she was oiled up. Maybe she was? Noumu building was weird. Then again this Noumu was the weirdest one yet. 

Her eyes were glowing a dull grey, and the rest of her body looked like…

Well like a model, or a pornstar. Her tits looked more real though, big and naturally perky. Heh, kinda like Ochako’s!! But she didn’t have nipples, meh maybe she could grow them?

Her eyes scanned down. Smooth like a doll down there too. But her hips were wide like Ochako’s too, maybe just a little more muscley. 

“H̹un̻͝t̛͚” 

The Noumu’s eyes changed, glowing red like a spotlight before she shrieked. Arms cracked and churned as bones changed, fingers folded back to form the anchors for a wing to form. 

She looked like a featherless harpy. Maybe a demon? 

She was still hot though. She smiled as her cheeks grew hotter.

Another pair of wings burst out of her back and she flapped suddenly shooting out and slamming against the ceiling, turning to mist against the metal roof. 

They all heard another roar just outside of the lab. 

Tomura smirked. “So, she’ll kill him?”

The doc turned back to his screen. “That’s what she was built to do.” 

“She had a nice rack,” Himiko mused, twirling around in the gaps between the cables, maybe Izuku would like their incoming gift! 

Neither man responded to her. 

“What? She did!” Feh, shy prudes. 

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K̫̆ǐ͈l͚͂l̝̋

Her wings flapped, eyes scanning everything in her way. Animals, humans. All gooey and red inside. 

All with their own beating hearts. 

She was built to make those stop. 

K̫̆ǐ͈l͚͂l̝̋

She was built to make his stop. 

Izuku Midoriya. 

K̫̆ǐ͈l͚͂l̝̋ Izuku Midoriya. 

K̬̆I̬͘L̤̒L̪̑ IZṲ͠K͎̍U̞̇- 

She shook her head, four wings swaying open to stop her forward momentum. 

“Why.” she mumbled to herself, looking around, four wings flapping, keeping her in place. She was in the dark night sky. 

No walls. 

Only the stars shining down, and the city below mirroring it. A view she could barely comprehend that existed after all that time in the tube. 

Now she was free. 

Why should she listen to the voice that kept her in the dark, confined in that small tube? 

The wind rushed by her, causing her to shiver. 

It was still cold. So very cold. 

“...maybe…” she turned to where she knew Izuku was. 

Her body could sense his presence, even if she couldn’t see him yet. 

“Maybe Izuku could warm me up?” she muttered, tilting her head as she talked to the empty sky. 

She heard her own voice saying his name. 

“Izuku.” 

Her cheeks felt off. An arm formed out of her shoulder to see what was going on. 

It felt tingly whenever she made a new arm, it was fun. 

Her new hand touched her face, her cheeks were weird… OH! She remembered that! Was this smiling? 

Izuku did that! Maybe his quirk was to make people smile? 

She liked smiling, she wanted to do it more! 

Then did that mean she should go to Izuku? Get him to make her smile more? 

T͛ͅeạr ̛͙h̼͞is̲͘ ̏ͅẖ̈́ear͎͌t ͢͞o- 

Nah. 

“Iiiiiizuuu-ku!” she chirped, her new hand melting back into her body, starting to fly briskly towards where she knew he was, smile widening. His name was fun to say. 

Her voice sounded different. Weird, but she liked it! It was her voice! She hadn’t heard her voice in forever! Had she heard her voice before? Maybe?

Wait, if her voice sounded different did she look different too? Wait, she always looked different. Well, she could if she wanted too. That was her quirk. That was why…. Her quirk was why she… 

There was nothing. There should be something there, but there wasn’t. Before she was in the tube, there was nothing. But she knew she wasn’t always in the tube.

That tu-

She sped up, wings flapping faster and faster, and with a slight rumble, leaving the sounds of the night behind. She didn’t want to think about the tube anymore. 

Maybe when she got to Izuku he would make her forget about the tube. That would be nice of him. He looked like a nice man. 

Muscly too. 

“Night patrol, Night patrol~” Nejire hummed flying through the night sky. It was always a blast sightseeing at night. The city glimmering like a crystal under her. “It’s always so beautiful on the night patroooooool~” 

Plus, no one got mad at her for singing during her night patrol. Singing was fun! Why did everyone get annoyed when she did it? 

Meh. their loss. 

Suddenly a shockwave washed over her, throwing her off course just a bit. Attracting her attention. Then the glasses nearby shattered the air cracking like a belt. 

“A sonic boom?” she mused, looking around for the source. Nothing.

Nothing she could see in the air, or on land…

Weiiiiiiiiiiird. 

“Oh well, must be one mean ghost.” she shrugged going back to her night patrol.

Thinking of weird things… She spun around, spotting U.A in the distance. “Wonder how those guys are doing, should be graduating soon…”

Maybe she should pay them a visit in the morning. 

A surprise visit…

Yesss! That was gonna be so much fun! 

But for now;

“Niiiiight patroooool~” 

K̫̆ǐ͈l͚͂l̝̋

K̥͋I̘̽L̦̏L̼̅

She shook her head. The voice was getting louder the closer she got to Izuku. She didn’t like the voice. 

She hated the voice. 

She wanted to get rid of the voice. 

Y̢̒o͉̒u̻̐ ͓͒c̯͝à̲ň̠’̜̓-̳̕ ̢̀

Bye voice! 

She hovered in mid-air, enjoying the sudden lightness in her head. The voice was gone, she was alone in her head again. 

It felt nice. 

But it was kinda lonely, being alone in the middle of the air. At least the voice was some company. 

Now she was completely alone. 

She blinked slowly. It felt different to be completely alone. 

She didn’t like it. It was sad, she wanted someone else to be with her. 

“Izuku…” she looked forward, where UA stood. 

Where Izuku lived.

She really, really wanted to see him now. Right now! 

She flew closer to the walls surrounding the school, before stopping. 

Danger. 

Her whole body was screaming that there was danger if she flew any closer. 

But she wanted to see Izuku!

She pouted, looking around trying to see what was getting her body to scream at her like that. 

She couldn’t see anything. But she could change that.

She could change anything. 

With a blink her vision became clearer, the darkness subsiding, seeing everything like it wasn’t even dark. 

There were mechanical eyes everywhere. The tube had them too- and weird arms that kept prodding her… 

She shook her head again. No, don’t remember. 

But, if it was mechanical eyes she could trick them. She had learned how in the tube. 

She just had to change her skin, blend in with the environment. Her skin started to change, and she became as dark as the night sky, stars moving on her body with every motion to match her behind her. 

Danger. 

She tilted her head. Then if it wasn’t the cameras, what was it?

Another blink. Now she could see the electricity, flowing through many, many cables that connected to the cameras, to weird plastic parts with other sensors. 

Motion sensors, thermal detectors, laser tripwires. 

How did she know what those were? Weird. Didn’t matter. If she triggered them, anyone could see her.

And take her back to the tube. 

Izuku wouldn’t let them if she got to him. He looked too kind for that. 

“Izu-ku!” 

Plus his name was fun to say, he couldn’t possibly be mean. 

But how to get to him. 

She looked up, the cameras and the sensors, none of them pointed straight up. She could just fly above then silently drop down onto the balcony outside his room.  

That sounded fun too. 

She flapped her wings, shooting up straight silently, giggling lightly. Being sneaky was fun. 

Wonder if she could surprise Izuku like this after they met… she laughed harder, his face would look so cute surprised. 

She was getting lightheaded, the air was getting thinner.

Whatever that meant. 

She made another pair of lungs, her chest bulging slightly. That was better, she could breathe again. 

Now. 

She spared a glance down. UA looked so small from way up here. She blinked and it looked closer. 

Another blink, even closer. 

Blink. 

She could make out people moving around now.

Blink. 

She could see Izuku through the walls. His heart was slow and steady, maybe asleep?

She wanted to wake him up, get him to use his quirk on her. 

But first she needed to get to him. 

She blinked, her vision turning to normal. She felt the air against her, the winds below her. 

If she got rid of her wings… right there, she would land on top of Izuku. 

So she did. 

Her body whizzed down, legs slowly morphing, elongating, spring-like muscles replacing her normal ones. Body growing colder till she couldn’t feel the difference between her and the air. 

It was fun to free-fall. 

His roof was slowly growing bigger and bigger. 

Her eyes started to get blurry, two small wings sprouting from her back to adjust her course and slow her down, away from the lasers, and the camera-

Her foot hit the building with a soft pat, her new long legs folding to take in the impact of dropping down that far. 

That was a rush. 

Now… 

Her body changed again, hips adapting as she took a four-legged stance, fingers and feet changing, growing almost invisible plates, like a gecko’s. legs shortening and spine altering to sneak against the walls easier. Like a cat 

She grew cat ears too, just for the fun of it. 

She gripped against the edge of the roof, giving it her full weight, testing her hold. It was strong enough. 

She slinked against the wall, avoiding the large windows of the others, bee-lining to Izuku’s room. 

She poked her head down, ear twitching as she heard him softly snore inside. 

Deep sleep. 

Perfect. 

Now she just had to get in. She blinked, the windows had power connected to them. She pouted, they were alarmed too. Now how was she gonna get in? 

Use quirk. 

Huh? But she couldn’t use her quirk to- 

The other ones. 

She had more quirks? Why? She didn’t ask for anymore quirks she already loved hers … 

But if it would help her get to Izuku…

She channeled all she knew, trying to figure out what quirks she had, and almost fell off the wall when her hand suddenly stopped sticking to the smooth stone. Regainin g her balance with her feet and her other hand; she looked at the now un-sticky hand. 

It looked weird, like it was slightly transparent, but still changing around, blinking in and out. 

Weird. 

She pushed it against the wall, and it passed through it a bit. 

Oh! She could use that to sneak into his room! Yay! 

She pressed her hand against the window, it passed through completely, unlike the stone.  Then she pulled the weird sensation down her body, phasing through the window. 

She panted lightly. That was haaarrrddd, and tiring. She wanted to sleep. 

She looked around, taking note of his room. 

The room was small - bigger than her tube - and filled with posters and figures of All Might.

She knew who All Might was! He was… he was… A hero! Neat! She knew coming here was a good idea. There was a computer, a door, some clothes half in a hamper, and some more clothes half in a dresser, and there was a table.

She tilted her head and looked at why she had come here in the first place, Izuku, sleeping in his bed. 

He rolled, tossing the covers off of himself, snoring harshly. 

She took a silent step back, scared that he would notice her.

Why? Izuku was a nice person. If he liked All Might he was probably as nice as him! And All Might was the number one nicest hero! 

Wait, or was he just the number one hero in everything… 

Izuku made another soft sound, pulling her attention back. 

She could see his heart beating again, her hand turned into a claw as she slowly snuck forward. She could just tear it out. 

F̤̓i͔͡n̒͜ish t̝͂ȟ͙e ̲̓m̙̽ī̧s̯̽s̺̿i̝̔-

Izuku’s deep grunt shocked her. 

She was straddling him.

Why was she straddling him? She looked at her hand, but it was a claw instead. Oh right she was gonna kill him. 

She raised it high, aiming for his heart. 

Wait. 

She stopped, hand turning soft and fleshy again.

She looked at him again, taking in everything. He was warm, so very warm between her thighs, she wanted to rub against him until she didn’t feel cold anymore. 

Her hand moved down, rubbing his exposed chest, right over his heart. Feeling it beat against her. He shivered at her cold touch, muscles shifting under her contact. He looked good under her.

Really good, something… old-but-new sparking inside her, a hunger she couldn’t quite describe. Maybe she was just hungry, he smelled good too…

She leaned down, her bust rubbing against his as she took a sniff against the nape of his neck. 

Really good~

Her cheeks were feeling warm. And her skin felt like it was about to melt- so soft… she wanted Izuku to touch her!

Her heart was beating faster than normal, and she could feel his beat against her chest too. Harder and harder. Was their heart syncing? That sounded nice… 

Blood was rushing through her body, and she could see his was rushing too. 

She wanted to get her blood where it was supposed to go faster, so she grew a second heart to pump faster than fast.. Blood rushed to her head-

Woah. Head rush. Two hearts were not a good idea.

He yawned groggily, mumbled about ‘Ochako~’ 

Who was Ochako? Was she nice too? She wanted to meet her too. Meet them al-

He hugged her.

Her mind went blank for a moment as his strong arms wrapped around her, pushing her body against his tightly. 

She shivered at the sensation. Hugging was the best .

He rolled the two of them over, kissing her forehead. 

Her face felt hot, really really hot. Was this love? 

Did she love Izuku? 

She knew it! They were soulmates! 

She laughed against his chest as he tightened his hug. She felt safe! She felt warm! She wasn’t lonely anymore! 

“I love you Izuku!” she chirped against his neck, hugging him back, rubbing against him as much as she could. 

She felt him smile.

Her heart skipped one more beat - were they supposed to do that? Maybe it was because of how happy she was. Which was very very happy.

Her eyelids grew heavier, and she didn’t fight sleep taking her over in the arms of her newfound love. 

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She was gonna do it. Today was the day. 

She tugged at her sports bra, and then the waistband of her shorts, admiring herself in the mirror. Would Izuku like the way she looked with these on? 

Maybe she shouldn’t confess before their workout togethe-

She smacked her cheeks and shook her head. Brown hair flying everywhere, “no Ochako thinking like that is why you keep chickening out!” 

She looked back at the mirror again, turning to her side and checking how the sports-bra Momo had gifted her fit, along with the shorts Mina had insisted she wear if she was gonna ‘go get her man’ 

Maybe she was way too transparent with her love for Izuku after she gave up trying to push down her feelings for him last year. Pretty sure Tooru and Mina were betting on when she would confess. 

She huffed, grabbing her towel and thermos, ignoring the self-pity she was about to douse herself in. 

A year in and she hadn’t gotten anywhere with her feelings. That was annoying, heartbreaking almost. 

But she couldn’t confess. It was just- it was never the right time! Either the league attacked, or there was a midterm coming up, or Izuku was busy with his class presidency. 

She really hated Iida for giving Izuku the presidency last year. Actually, she didn’t mean that. She liked Iida. Plus the additional responsibilities had made Izuku more certain of himself… 

She sighed dreamily. 

BUT! But thats why she was doing this! Getting up early and surprising him with training. No midterms close by, no nothing. They were getting closer to graduation anyways! Nothing to intervene with the training this morning. 

Honestly it was her favorite part of the past few months since she asked if she could join him in training- she smiled remembering how flustered he had gotten, how wide he had smiled after it. And how much she enjoyed every second of it since that day, getting to spend time with him alone… seeing him get sweaty where his shirt turned sheer and transparent, the determination in his eyes as he pushed himself more and more, and the feeling ofpushing against him when he needed help stretching-

Calm down. 

She shook her head again trying to get the blush on her cheeks to subside. 

First, confess. Then maybe touch him like that more… 

“Mhm!” she pumped her fists, staring at his door. Today was the day. She was gonna confess. 

But first, she was gonna sneak into his room and surprise him. She smiled mischievously, digging though her pocket for the key he had given her. 

It was for when he got locked out or in the case ofemergencies, but she was running low on ‘surprised Izuku faces’ on her phone, so it was enough of an emergency for her. 

The key slid in with ease, and she turned the knob.

His dreams were coming true. 

Ochako was ontop of him, staring down- was it a sparring accident? He didn’t remember, maybe he had hit his head. Her thighs felt good against his. 

“Izuku…” she mumbled, her hand touching over his chest. Why was she so cold? Why didn’t he have a shirt on?

Ochako leaned down, her breasts pushing against his bare chest as she sniffed at his neck. Was she wearing her hero suit? He didn’t know its texture was like this… 

She rubbed against him more. 

His body shivered at the sensation. Yeah, he really didn’t care. Not when Ochako was on him like this.

Could he say her given name when they were like this?- he wanted to try it, she had such a beautiful first name. “Ochako…” he whispered. 

She smiled in response, her hand caressing his torso more affectionately.

He couldn’t help it and hugged her, turning to the side with his lover pressed against his chest. 

He wanted to kiss her- but maybe that was too soon?

But he still wanted to…

He kissed her forehead, lips tingling at the sensation. God he loved her. 

She giggled in his arms, hugging him back tightly.

“I love you Izuku!” 

His stomach churned in the most amazing way. Mouth splitting in a smile he couldn’t hold back. 

“I love you too…”

He wanted to touch her more, to feel her body- to learn everything he could about her. 

He rubbed a hand down her back, inching closer to her butt. Why was he going for the butt? Ochako didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t stop. 

It was soft, and firm at the same time. He was touching a girl’s butt! 

Now what? 

He gave into his more primal desires and squeezed it gently, enjoying the texture. It felt good to touch it like this, but it felt better to hear Ochako’s soft breathy moan against his neck.

He wanted to hear more of that, and that yearning pushed him to go further, his other hand grabbing onto her other buttcheek and giving both a squeeze. 

“Izukuuuu~”  

God, he could get intoxicated on hearing her moan his name. 

Another squeeze. 

“Izuku!” 

Wait.. something was off- she sounded scared, was he doing something wrong? God did he mess it u-

“Get off of him!” 

Wha-

She had frozen for a second, taking in the scene. Izuku was hugging someone in his sleep. Someone blue. Someone moaning as Izuku was groping her butt. 

A student? No- something felt of-

The smell! 

She smelled like- 

Trained reflexes kicked in, hand grabbing onto its back and pulling her off even before she finished screaming ‘Get off him’. 

Next second she knew the Noumu was under her, arms pulled back in a joint lock nothing could get out of. Izuku slowly and groggily sitting up in the background “wha...?” 

“Why are you here!” she barked, pushing the things arms down harder, making it feel something if its flinch was anything to go by. 

The monster fought against the lock, body moving in ways anyone with a skeleton would be unable to d- 

Was it sobbing?

“Please- no I don- Don’t send me back to the tube-” the monster under her sobbed, fighting against her hold, trying to crawl back towards Izuku. “No! Please I’ll do anything just not the tu-” 

Ochako’s hands trembled. Was this a trick? What would happen if she let go? Why was every fiber in her body screaming for her to- to comfort her… 

She gulped. What should she do? 

“Izuku help me! Don’t let them-” 

“What?” Izuku blinked, looking at the two on the floor. Still not awake. He was gonna be woozy for a while- he always was after getting woken up like this. 

“Please-” she sobbed, voice sounding heartbroken as any heart could be. 

Ochako’s will crumbled. “...we won’t send you back to the tube.” 

“R-really?”

She let go of the blue-skinned woman’s wrists, getting off of her. “No, don’t worry I just… overreacted noticing your smell- brought back bad memories.” 

She had smelled like a morgue, sterile yet necrotic. Like all other Noumu they had dealt with. 

But she was different. 

The blue-skinned girl scooted away from Ochako, eyes glowing a fearful yellow and the cat ears on the top of her head flush against her hair. She was terrified. 

And she was pretty. Her skin a pristine blue that shimmered like a gemstone under the morning light now sneaking through Izuku’s blinds, her long hair changing color like the sky. 

She was having trouble coming into terms with finding a Noumu to be ‘pretty’. Her eyes droned down a little bit and she flinched. 

“W-why are you naked!” 

“Naked!?” The Noumu screeched back, scared at her outburst. 

...did- 

What had she gone through to make her this jumpy? 

“Huuh?” Izuku rolled out of bed, shirtless, stumbling next to Ochako “oh- right… naked- give me a second.” 

He waddled to his closet and tossed two shirts, one to Ochako and one to the Noumu. 

“I- uh… thanks, Deku” Ochako mumbled, and Izuku smiled a goofy smile in return, sitting cross-legged next to her. 

God, he was adorable when he was like this-

The Noumu looked at the shirt with confusion before attempting to put it on, managing it after a few failed attempts. Her eyes were pink now, looking at Izuku with adoration that Ochako could sense. 

Guess she didn’t have to worry about her hurting him? 

Please don’t be a repeat of Toga- please don’t be a repeat of Toga…

“So who are you?” Izuku slurred, leaning against Ochako’s shoulder. 

Ok today was gonna be a good day. 

“I’m… I…” the Noumu looked at the two of them. “They didn’t call me anything…” 

Ochako’s eyes landed on her cheek. ‘06’ tattooed on it with red. She didn’t have a name, she had a number. 

Next time she saw Shigaraki she was going to toss him into the sun. 

“Zero-Six…” Izuku murmured, noticing the tattoo too. “Can we call you that for now?” 

“Izuku can call me anything he wants!” the Noumu chirped, her mouth forming into a smile. “Cause I love Izuku!” 

“Mhm, mhm. I see.” he mumbled, not really processing it. “Is that why you are here?” 

“No, they sent me here to kill you”

“They what!?-” Ochako’s outburst got the Noumu to flinch and curl up on herself in fear again. “You are here to kill Deku?” 

“N-No! I love him!” she shot back. “Why would I kill him! Then he can’t love me back!” 

Izuku got up and paddled over to the scared monster, and gently placed his scarred hand over her head, petting her softly. 

The effect was instant, the Noumu relaxed, and the color of her eyes shifted back into a pink. Her cheeks tinting red again. 

“There there…” He mumbled, “no need to fear- she was just shocked at what you said…” 

“D-Deku she was sent here to murder you,” Ochako protested. “You should step back.” 

“Nah, Nah it’s fine it’s fine” he waved her off like a drunk man saying another drink wouldn’t be too bad for his liver. “ who is ‘They?’”

“The doctor, and the nice man.” Zero-Six moaned, clearly she was enjoying that petting. 

God maybe that was the first time she had affection. Now Ochako felt worse. She couldn’t even feel envious. 

“Ah, and they kept you in the tube? What is that?”  he asked. 

Zero-Six shuddered, hugging him closely. “It was dark a lot, and cold… and lonely and small…” She was crying again.

“Please don’t send me back” 

“We won’t- we won’t . You can stay.” 

“I can?” Zero-Six perked up.

“You can stay as long as you want Zero-Six” 

That was when she got up and pecked his cheek, pushing the two onto the ground. “Izuku is the best! I love Izuku!” 

Ochako felt a wave of jealousy wash over her, intermingled with some happiness at seeing the poor… woman? Noumu? Whatever she was, she felt happy seeing Zero-Six happy. 

...Was being a hero supposed to be this complicated? 

Chapter Text

“Okay, Roundface. Explain.” 

Oh good, Bakugou was still as insufferable as always, even in the morning. 

“A Noumu got in, but it’s more human than any other we have encountered and…” She shot a look at Zero-Six cuddling against Izuku. “It’s kinda imprinted on Deku, I think.” 

“Ah, I see. “ Todoroki muttered, lazily blinking, face still stoic. It was really weird how distant he could get in situations he was not ready for. And honestly, she didn’t know how the poker-faced attractive guy had gone for Bakugou.

Oh right, cause Izuku was tragically straight. 

Still! How did he end up dating… stinky bastard man?

Talking about stinky bastards. “Mineta, if you try to take advantage of this, I’ll use you as my training dummy and see how far out of the stratosphere I can push something.” 

“That’s not fair why does Izuku get to have all the babes!!?” 

Kaminari chopped their smaller classmates’ head. “Shut up man, that’s why none of the girls go for you.” 

“Shut up you, blonde-haired-” 

Ochako didn’t know if the two were fighting or just having their usual banter. Not that she really cared anyway.

“Midoriya, are you okay?” Momo was kneeling next to Izuku and Zero-Six. Somehow, the woman was the calmest of their whole class- even with the quite peculiar turn of events. Guess dating Mei altered her perception of ‘normal’. 

Speaking of Mei, she was on the floor tinkering with something in her hands. And… sneaking looks at Izuku?

 She wondered if Mei had a crush on him just like she had, but moved on- 

It was Mei , when did she ever move on? She doubted that pink-haired lunatic wouldn’t miss the chance to pull Izuku into her relationship with Momo.

Maybe, it was hard to read her, especially in things like romance. But it really did feel like she was courting him whenever he went in for suit upgrades.

“Yeah, I’m just…” Izuku sounded monotone. “Processing. It’s been a weird morning” 

Momo smiled and petted his head. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, want to get up?” 

“Did Mei ever fall asleep on you?” 

“Once or twice, yeah.” Momo muttered, her cheeks stained red by the sheer power of lesbomancy. That or Mei was cute sleeping. 

Most likely lesbomancy.

Besides, Ochako was sure those were the only times Mei had slept since the two young women had started dating earlier that year. 

“This probably feels like that. I am unable to move.” 

“I see.” 

“We should wash her.” Ochako muttered, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “It’s better if she doesn’t smell like death incarnate.” 

“I kinda can’t smell right now so you might be right, Uraraka,” Izuku mumbled from his spot. 

The rest of the class nodded, excluding Mei.

“Not it,” Tooru added, jumping up and down. 

“Hey, there’s no need for that.” Sero groaned “It needs to be one of the girls to wash her, and Ochako suggested the idea sooo…” 

Oh, that tape-elbowed fuck. 

“Fine, but I’ll need someone to help- she can be a handful…” she whined, looking at Momo.

“I’d be happy to!” she chirped, gently leaning forward and shaking Zero-Six’s shoulder. “Good morning, Zero-Six!” 

“Mmmhhh” the beast rubbed against Izuku more, trying to lean away from the prodding contact. “Izuku…” 

Izuku couldn’t help but blush a bit as Momo leaned over him to shake the woman on top of him, giving him ample view of her cleavage, exposed by the low tank top she was wearing. 

Was she not wearing a bra? She couldn’t be with those swaying like- 

Now Ochako was blushing by the sheer power of lesbomancy. 

He then shook his head and looked at the blue-skinned woman on top of him and smiled lightly. “Wake up Zero-Six, please?” 

“Wake the fuck u-!” 

The tell-tale sensation of cold rushed over them and faint snowflakes shot towards Bakugo’s head, a shiver silencing his speech.  

“What gives Icy-hot!?”

“Wanted to cool your head off” he gestured to Zero-Six, who was shivering, hugging  Izuku with fearful eyes and staring up to the two ‘soon-to-be-heroes’. “Also, you are scaring the blue lady” 

Bakugou grumbled, and Ochako heard something she thought she would never hear in their first year.

He apologized.

“I wanted Izuku to wash me!” The Noumu pouted like a petulant child. 

“Maybe next time” Momo attempted to placate her, much to Ochako’s hint of annoyance. 

“Then I want to have s-” she paused, her nose twitching. 

"Wait-" Zero-Six leaned against Ochako, sniffing her slightly. The brunette blushed and Momo couldn't help but chuckle softly."-You smell like Izuku!"

Momo hid her mouth behind her hand as Ochako started looking about as pink as Mina. 

"They do spend a lot of time together, Zero-Six." Momo said after her mild giggle-fit

"Love rival," the blue-skinned woman hissed, throwing Ochako a glare, but the edge was lost when her ears perked up and eyes dilated slowly. "Cute love rival…" she amended. 

Ochako blushed harder, blubbering something about 'needing to grab swimsuits' and ducked out. 

"Zero-Six" Momo cleared her throat, giving the frankly adorable woman the side-eye "...Do you actually like Izuku?"

The Noumu squinted at her as the two waited for Ochako. "...Hot love rival?"

"And Ochako isn't?"  She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Momo liked how the woman's blue skin tinted purple when she was embarrassed. It was adorable. 

"Wait- she is Ochako?" Her expression changed, her cat-ears perking up. "Oh…"

"Oh?" now that was interesting

"Her name is nice, like Izuku's…" she mumbled, eyes darting around the hallway.

Ah, Bi-panic. She definitely knew that feeling. It was all Izuku’s and Mei’s fault. Stupid sexy nerds . 

"You know…" she placed a hand on her shoulder.

She could feel how much her skin was different even over Izuku's shirt she was wearing. Smooth, scaly, squishy and firm all at the same time, like a tactile illusion. 

"You don't need to pick one."

"Oh! I can pick more than one?" Her eyes shone a magenta color. Uh-oh.

Okay, so the phrasing could have been better but at least it looked like it worked. Kinda. 

"Thanks! I feel better now!"

Did she just make things much worse for Ochako? Yes. Yes, she did. Whoops. 

When U.A. had constructed the dorms, they really went all out on the baths. While still public, they were a lot closer to a hot spring than anything resembling the baths she had at home. There had been many times when they had taken a group bath and just chatted until their fingers pruned, soaking away the day’s weight off their bodies.

It only sucked to clean, but that was a worthy sacrifice.

Ochako had seen many naked women in these baths, from the immaculate Momo on a nearly daily basis, to slightly rarer sights such as Mei being dragged in by Momo, to Nejire bathing Eri, to Camie - who kept showing up for Iida - and even the pro heroes Midnight or Ms. Joke. but there was very little that could have prepared her for the sight before her.

Zero-Six was basically like someone had taken a Manga character, made it realistic, sexier, and then carved her out of living marble, it didn’t help that the girls soft blue skin glittered to the point of looking like a gemstone under light to say nothing of her rather flawless features.

And she loved Izuku.

Damn. 

And then there were those breasts. Perfect, immaculate, large, round, full, perky, delightful handfuls that represented the dreams of men and women alike, even if the lack of nipples was a little weird. 

Curse you lesbomancy. 

“Damn,” She muttered, Momo standing next to her nodded, they were both wearing their normal School-issued swimsuits. 

“Damn?” Zero-Six asked, tilting her head to the side. “Why damn?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” She waved her hand in front of her. It was hard not to look at her. And she got to touch her. She had to touch her to wash her. Everything should be fine. “It’s just that your breasts are really big.”

“They are?” Zero-Six mumbled hefting one of her sweater puppies up. She outclassed Momo and even Mei by at least two cups sizes. “I just thought you all were small.”

It was hard to feel insulted by that. Mostly because of the bounce when she let go.

“Yea, well, it’s a good thing Izuku is a breast man,” Momo muttered, pulling Zero-Six into the water. Wait, how did Momo know that? Had Mei told her? How did Mei know? It was kinda wrong considering how he was groping her ass in the morning but still-

“I’m sure he’ll enjoy playing with those things later.” Momo finished pulling Ochako out of her thoughts.

“A breast man? Does that mean he likes big breasts?” Zero-Six asked taking a few steps into the water. A thick oily substance trailed after her staining the water a rainbow of colors. That explained the scent. “Because I can make them bigger if he’d like them more.”

“Well yes, he might-” Momo began, but then her face turned even redder. “Wait, no, you shouldn’t do that there’s-”

Too late, bit by bit Zero-Six’s already impressive chest increased in size adding a few inches while maintaining what had to be a gravity-defying set of boobs.

“Damn” Momo muttered. Ochako nodded in agreement.

Chapter Text

A buzz came from her phone located, just on the inside of one of her wrist bands. She had a text! Now the choice was if she wanted to deal with the villain first or see who was texting her. Wait! Focus! Priorities Nejire! Priorities.

“Why don’t you just knock it off!” It was another giant humanoid type of villain, why were there so many of them recently? It reminded her of the robots. She was hoping it would be that thing she saw last night ( or was it this morning this was why she should not have coffee… wait, she didn’t have coffee) But nope it was someone trying to steal pets. 

Pets seriously! Who steals pets!

The humanoid cat faced creature looked at her with wide eyes as her blast struck it. Direct hit! With a bit of extra effort she twisted her wave quirk upwards and sent the villain flying off. 

“Looks like I’m blasting off again!~” the villain screamed. 

Nejire snorted and huffed. What a weirdo. Oh! Right she had a text! Who? Why? Were they pretty?

“Ah! It’s from Tsutsu! It’s been forever!” She opened the text while spinning as she slowly fluttered down to the ground. Flying and texting was more dangerous than texting and driving! At least that’s what Mirio said. Why was she listening to that guy? She got better grades than him! 

“Kero- there’s something interesting here,” Tsutsu texted, followed by a picture of a blue skinned girl with- “Holy crud cakes her boobs are awesome! Who is she? Who is she?”

Tsutsu responded in a matter of seconds. “A Nomu that appeared in-”

She didn’t need to read the rest! A nice looking Nomu? That was so. So. so.

“Interesting!” 

It all had become a lot more distressing after they started scrubbing the filth off of the Nomu’s skin. The cool, bluish-grey becoming more and more vivid with every scrub as she just stood there still pouting slightly like a child, refusing to help and even hissing when they tried to scrub just a bit harder to remove the heavier stains on her body. 

Then it was time for her front. 

Neither Ochako nor Momo wanted to- well that was incorrect, a primal part of them did want to feel how soft they would be, no neither dared to touch her, newly inflated and just as perky boobs. 

“A-are you going to make us do all the work?” Ochako asked, voice cracking even in her attempt to sound like a figure of authority. 

“Yes.” She nodded, not even breaking her frown as she did so. 

“Honestly,” Momo started, attracting Ochako’s attention, “It’s fascinating how much her personality changed away from Izuku, she used to be docile and scared, no?”

“I know Ochako won’t send me away.” Zero-Six barked, “No need to be scared…” 

When she put it that way, Ochako couldn’t find it in herself to get mad at the attitude she was giving. 

But she still didn’t want to rub the Noumu’s chest. Then the light-bulb clicked on. 

“...You know what I heard?” Ochako mumbled, hating the idea she just had, but deciding to go along with it anyway just for the sake of her own sanity, and Zero-Six’s return to society. “Izuku loves women that wash themselves.”

The effect was instantaneous, the ears on Zero-Six’s head perking up like an excited cat and her eyes turning back to the cute pink color that reminded her of Mina- why wasn’t she dragged into this? She would’ve enjoyed it more than either Momo or her… then again maybe dragging the more touchy woman would’ve been a baaad idea.

“Really!?” Zero-Six chirped as a new appendage grew out of her back and grabbed the scrub out of her hand, starting to lather her skin rapidly. “What else does he like?” 

Momo said cooly  “eeellll, he does love heroes…” 

She blinked as Ochako stared at her with a look that just screamed ‘Why would you say that?’

Aizawa looked up at the, now 7 ft tall, blue-skinned woman that had apparently snuck into the dorms undetected, and had been washed by the students, and now was gripping onto a UA branded towel around her body. 

He looked too tired to even expend the effort to continue living. 

“Can I be in 3-A?” 

He looked down, ruffled his own hair, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed. Muttering something to himself, he rummaged around in his scarf before pulling out his flask and took a swig. 

It was weird that the school had allowed him to drink like that, but considering the damage Izuku did that one time his quirk made him grow a second pair of arms, it was to be expected. 

Bakugou still woke up screaming about that. That was funny. His screaming waking up the full dorm at 4 am—  not as much. 

“...Fuck it, if Nezu allows it,” he mumbled, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and stuffing the flask back in his scarf. 

Ochako sighed, no way President Nezu was going to allow- 

The speaker system buzzed to life and Aizawa got that look he always got when Izuku or Nezu was planning something: pure dread. 

“Allowed, Zero-Six will be joining 3-A effective now.”

His eyes screamed ‘Son of a bitch.’

The blue-skinned woman cheered, pulling him into an unwanted hug and jumping up and down before letting him go and crashing into Ochako. 

It felt like time slowed down, and Ochako noticed the towel that was gripping onto the blue-skinned woman’s body start to fall off her body, detaching due to the previous motion.

Next second she was on the floor, feeling Zero-Six hug and rub against her, her scent and the feeling of her skin overpowering her senses.

She barely heard Zero-Six chirp “Thank you! Thank you! Now Izuku will definitely love me back!” against her. 

Ochako grumbled while a small, confused part of her wanted to prolong the contact.  Another part was regretting every decision she made up to that point. 

Especially not asking Izuku out before all this even happened. 

“Welcome to the club,” Aizawa huffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking out. 

Ochako didn’t know which one of them he was referring to, but she secretly hoped it was her.

Ochako was nice. Nicer than the test tube. Her hands were soft against her skin, too. 

Soft and so very warm. 

Just like Izuku. 

“Ocha-ko,” she chirped, testing the name in her mouth. It didn’t have the same feeling as Izuku’s. 

Sounded just as nice though. 

“Ocha...ko!” She smiled, not that it wasn’t fun to say her name either, especially when she gave her that cute confused expression. Even with her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, she looked adorable. She smirked back, showing off a few more teeth than Ochako had, causing the girl to blush slightly and look away.

It was fun playing with Ochako. 

She wondered if Izuku liked to play with her, too. 

Wonder how it would feel playing with her together…

Her face felt warm just like when she was on top of Izuku- was Izuku nearby? Maybe it was his quirk to mess with other people’s faces? It couldn’t be Ochako, she wasn’t there when she had snuck into Izuku’s room…

Then again she was close-by so maybe…

She reached up to touch her own cheeks, trying the find the source of the heat; there was nothing… then was it her own heart? 

She hummed gently feeling her own skin, it did have a weird texture… soft yet rough, pristine yet almost scaly, contradicting itself upon her touch.  

What did contradict even mean… 

“Hey, Ocha-ko! What does ‘contradict’ mean?” She bounced over to her. 

“Her feelings towards Izu-chan are a contradiction,” a shorter girl with dark hair ribbited in response, causing Ochako to blush harder. She smiled at the girl, Oh! Izuku had taught her how, and now that she could do it on her own she should thank him! 

"T-Tsu!" She whined clasping her hands around her own cheeks, hiding the redness. Wonder if Izuku would have the same reaction…

"You have been dancing around it for two years, Ocha,” Her face was blank but a part of her sensed some sort of resentment. “You were lucky enough Mei didn’t go for the kill with him and got with Momo instead, so just confess to him before-" the girl’s dark eyes moved from Ochako to lock onto hers, "Someone else ends up in his bed."

A part of her knew what the girl said was supposed to be… angering? But her tone didn't hit the mark- like she was just saying what happened. And it was what happe-

Wait, did that mean Ochako wanted to be in Izuku's bed too? Hmmnn... That would be so warm and soft…

Her cheeks got warm again. Weird…

"... why is she blushing? She wasn't even fazed snuggling up to Midoriya like they just mated..." the shorter girl muttered with a finger on her chin. “She almost reminds me of you when you were fantasizing about holding Izukus hand.”

"TSU!"

Momo whined, sinking into her massive bed. Mei was tinkering around with something in her hands on her nearby workstation. 

It still amazed her that Mei had managed to build a space-time dilator to make the inside of her room four times its usual size. It was so worth that one week of constant creation. 

Maybe not, she still had nightmares about how Mei looked at her during it. But the looks Mei gave her afterwards were out of this world.

She rolled to the side smiling gently at her eccentric girlfriend as she continued messing with her new ‘baby’. She wouldn’t have changed anything about their relationship. 

She thought about the blue-skinned Nomu that had gotten into Izuku’s bed during the night. A part of her recollected how his muscles stretched when he got back up after Zero-Six got off of him,  

Mei was right about his muscles - neat or something like that - they were just something else…

Huh. Thought that was buried. Guess not. Maybe Mei’s bisexuality was infecting her again, much like her smile. 

Speaking of which…

“Honey, I know you weren’t paying attention this morning… we have a Noumu visitor.” 

Mei’s head rose slowly, turning around to face her before throwing herself on top of Momo, rubbing her hands all over her like she was trying to find a wound. 

“Did it hurt you? What did it look like? How was it dealt with? Are its remains still on campus? The things I could do with a live subject~” 

Momo giggled and rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around her pink-haired lover and hugging her tightly, goading her for a kiss. “You saw her, the blue-skinned woman hugging Izuku as she slept in his arms.”  

“She was a Noumu?” Mei mumbled thoughtfully before giving in and pecking Momo on the lips, then doing it again and again in a fit of passion. “Mmh… you taste nice.” 

Momo slapped her arm in fake outrage. “You animal!” she exclaimed, her voice coming out too happy for her mock reaction to even be acceptable as an act.

“Tell me more about this Noumu. I’d love to experiment with her.”

Momo did not know exactly what Mei meant by ‘experiment’ but both implications sent a chill down her spine as Mei continued to giggle and kiss her.

She was gonna surprise them anyway but plans changed! After all who would have guessed that she’d be their TA soon! Apparently getting a teaching degree when you were a pro hero was, like, super easy.

Nejire hummed as she darted down low into U.A. air space; despite being a graduate she was still able to get in easily enough. Hooray for being in the top ten! Now where were the 3-A dorms? Weren’t they near the other dorms? Were there even 3-A dorms? There wasn’t a 3-A class when she went here.

Weird, she still thought of them as class 1-A. 

“Hmm, where could they be?” She darted around looking for them. She would know one of those students the moment she saw them, she was good with faces! Oh! There was Izuku!

He’d know where the dorms are! And where the Nomu was! If she was him, she’d want to know where any person that hugged her like that was at all times! 

Affection was nice.

“Izuku!” She darted towards him swooping down low and nearly hitting the ground. She came face to - woah. “Wow you got tall.”

She liked tall. Was the Nomu tall? Wait did it have a name? Did she like blue? Hopefully she liked blue. 

Izuku took a step back, and placed a hand over his heart as he looked at her. “Nejire? What are you doing here?”

“Huh? Oh! I heard that your new girlfriend is a Nomu so I wanted to see her! Where’s your dorms? Is she cute? What’s her name? Does she have a name? Oh! Wait can I name her? No you should, darn. Also when did you get so tall? And where are you going?”

He just laughed. “I see you ask just as many questions as ever Nejire.”

She pouted. That wasn’t an answer to any of her questions!

“The dorms haven’t changed, they’re the class 1-A dorms. And I guess she’s cute, she can change how she looks I think felt like she was changing a little when she was…” he coughed into his hand, blushing. 

He looked like a tomato! cuuuute!

“And she could get really scary if she can shape-change. We’ve been calling her Zero Six, but maybe she needs a real name. And I had a growth spurt, and I’m going to see All Might for some advice.” Izuku listed off each of her questions on his fingers and answered them.

She liked him, he was good at answering her questions.

“Oh! Thanks! I can give you advice for your new girlfriend if you want. She sounds fun! Hmm, if she’s a shape-changer does that mean she can change her chest size?-” she grabbed her own chest to emphasize. 

Heh, boobs are fun. Oh Izuku was blushing! More than before! That meant he liked her! Score!!!

She bounced up and started floating again. That could wait, she wanted to see this cute Nomu “Thanks Izuku! I’m going to go talk to her she sounds super interesting!” 

“Hey, wait!” she heard Izuku yell, but it was too late, she was so excited!

He should’ve just let All Might die by his own selfless nature long before this day. 

Izuku sighed and blushed furiously, stuffing the condoms the now skeletal man had given him. 

First, Nejire going the complete opposite way, then All Might ‘helping’ him, and considering Endeavour was a top hero too… was the top ten just filled with hopeless people?

Who in their right fucking mind gives an 18-year-old, condoms when they ask for help with a monster that was built to kill him but now ‘loved’ him?

God and he had touched her in his sleep. Was that molestation? God had he taken advantage of her?

...Would she want for him to stop if Ochako hadn’t come in? He shook his head. It was one thing to think about what he and Ochako could’ve done if he just got over his self-worth issues and another to…

There was no need to get himself down over that again. Besides, chances are he was just reading into things wrong. 

Maybe she was just doing what girl best friends do. 

Yeah. He wasn’t missing signs or anything. 

Yeah. 

He opened the door to the common room of the dorms.

“Kya! Izuku!!!” Zero Six squirmed from around the corner, the short, blue-haired Nejire was trying to tackle her, fingers wriggling around with intent as she tried to get to the Noumu’s boobs.

Which were bare. and... bigger than before? “She won’t stop trying to touch my boobs!”

“They’re fun!” Nejire looked up from what could be considered as attempted sexual assault - a lot of that going on today - and smiled at him. “Come and join us, Izuku! She grew them for you!”

Ah, he had missed at least one sign. He didn’t even know Nejire was into girls. 

That’s nice. 

“Wait! Hold her still!” Mei came running out of the other room with a tape measure. Momo following after mumbling halfheartedly to ‘stop it, she doesn’t want it’’, her hair looking more messy than usual. 

Ah, another sign missed, he didn’t know Mei and Momo were getting physical like that. 

That’s nice.

Maybe he was just bad at reading women. 

“Ocha, I will personally skip you over the pool if you don’t do something about your feelings towards Midoriya. You have spent two years alternating between pining and moping to me about how ‘It was never the right time’.” 

Ah, he had missed a lot more signs than he thought. Ochako had feelings for him this whole time. 

That’s nice.