Chapter 221 - 6-8

Chapter 6: A Movie, and a Show?

A large bloody knife tore through the air, splitting flesh and sending red spurts of blood spraying in all directions. The assailant's face was grinning madly, white teeth splattered red.

Izuku screamed unabashedly as the person tumbled to the ground, fatally wounded.

"Izu," Himiko softly whispered to the boy, drawing his attention from the horrifying images on the screen. Her cheeks puffed up in annoyance, making him blush, "I'm the one that's supposed to be scared!"

"S-Sorry! I told you I'm terrible with this kind of stuff," he admitted, blushing and rubbing the back of his head.

Himiko's large grin widened as she leaned into Izuku, wrapping her arms around one of his and pulling him closer. "Aww, it's fine! As long as I get to cuddle with you, I'm fine!"

Izuku looked down at the girl in mortification, "You do that all the time anyway."

"Yep! That's why I'm always smiling," to punctuate that, Himiko bared her teeth with half-lidded eyes and a full blush.

Izuku smiled down at the girl, blushing at her cute fanged grin and red flushed face. Izuku noticed Himiko almost always had a blush on her face. Oddly, it wasn't one of embarrassment, like most of Izuku's, but he just couldn't figure out what kind of blush it was. Not that it mattered; he had just never given much thought to one of the features that made her so cute.

"Hey, Izu," her low whisper right next to his ear made Izuku's spine tingle. "Wanna make out a little?"

Izuku, for his part, looked at Himiko very quickly, only now noticing they had taken the very back row seats, and not a single person was within at least five rows of them—no wonder the sly girl had chosen to sit so far back despite wanting to see the movie.

"W-W-What!" He half shouted, half-whispered back.

"Come ooooon Izu," she whined, getting very close and raising the armrest between them so she could spill into his lap. "Seeing all this fake blood is making me all hot and bothered for the real thing."

'I-I did say she could have any whenever she wanted,' Izuku grimaced, not realizing his own words would bite him in the butt so badly now.

Izuku looked down at his feet, averting his gaze from Himiko's before nodding, "O-okay, but don't g-get to out of h-hand."

"Alrighty!" The girl chirped, leaning her head towards Izuku's neck without hesitation.

He expected her to sink her teeth in, but the sharp sensation never came. Instead, a wet, feathery sensation met his senses. She was licking him!

'I can take b-biting in a place like this, but licking!?'

His skin broke out into goosebumps wherever her tongue made contact, her left hand slowly stroking his stomach and the other on his thigh rubbing him hardly helped.

"H-Himiko," Izuku panted as his hand went to stroke the girl's hair and the other to grip her hip, which had started grinding into him.

"Izuuuu," as she purred his nickname, he could swear there were hearts in her eyes, "you said my first name."

If Izuku was flustered before, it was nothing compared to the feeling of Himiko's soft lips meeting his skin and her fangs sinking into his shoulder. He didn't exactly know when, but his body had started responding to the girl's bites in a very embarrassing way. His now tight pants were very uncomfortable with Himiko basically in his lap.

'Don't think about One for All going down there! Don't think about One for All going down there! Don't think about One for All going down there!' He chanted in his head, trying not to sully the power All Might had given him. The thought of breaking his little buddy didn't help his nerves either.

Himiko paused as her hand on his thigh rose to touch the very center of his frantic attention, and this time, her face broke into a blush he knew was one of embarrassment.

"Izu," she whispered very seductively. The wide grin on her face was wiped away with a lust-filled bite of her bottom lip.

'Oh, crap! Oh, crap!'

All of his self-restraint went right out the window as he pulled Himiko to himself, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Himiko was normally the one to initiate most kisses, including all those with tongue. But Izuku couldn't help himself this time; her face was just way too cute.

The tongue war they usually had was nonexistent as Izuku had free reign in the girl's mouth, and he didn't waste this opportunity to explore every inch with gusto.

Izuku couldn't help but note every tiny detail about her mouth. From her small pink lips, the fangs that grazed against his tongue, and her soft, velvety tongue lazily twisting around his own. It was so maddening for him how great this felt.

"Ishu!" Himiko slurred, her legs trembling beneath him.

"Himiko," his assault on the girl's mouth was put on hold as he moved his lips to her neck, wanting to return the favor from earlier.

Her soft, sweet skin was amazing to run his tongue along; goosebumps rose on her flesh as he licked and sucked at the soft, supple skin on her neck. While he wouldn't normally do this, he knew it drove Himiko crazy, so gently, he sank his teeth into the girl's neck, biting only half as hard as she normally did.

This elicited a low moan from the girl that she muffled with her sweater, "Izu! I'm… I'm g-gonna!"

Her frantic wiggling against his crotch grew in rhythm before it stopped altogether, her legs wrapping painfully around one of his own. He could feel a small wet spot forming on his leg as she shuddered. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, and he could feel her nails scraping the flesh beneath.

As her shaking subsided, Izuku slowly released her neck, kissing the tender spot and making her give one last jolt.

Her legs slowly released their death grip on him, and her eyes were very watery as a small, shaky smile spread across her face. "Izu."

The quiet, loving way she had said his name was amazing, and so was the gentle kiss she gave him in return.

As his hormones died down and the situation had passed, he realized with a very red face what he'd just done to Himiko.

"I-I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he fretted over the girl, hovering his hands over her face and not quite making contact.

The hazy-eyed pout she gave him made his worries evaporate. "It's fine. I felt really good just now. Have you ever done that before?"

"N-No! Of course not!"

The soft purr she gave made his spine stiffen. "Mmm, good. I've never done that either. I kind of want to do it to you," she whispered into his ear, almost making his brain explode.

Her hand that had been resting on his stomach now made its way down to the hem of his pants, brushing beneath the line of his boxers.

"M-Maybe we shouldn't do this here," Izuku gasped, squirming in his seat and looking around very nervously.

The little giggle she gave Izuku gave him pause at its evil nature, "You didn't exactly stop when you were making me stain my panties, Izu, and you told me not to get out of hand."

A small squeak escaped his lips, and a head-to-toe blush broke out as her hand sped down to his member. Her delicate fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft, slowly stroking it up and down.

Himiko showed Izuku no mercy as her lips started assaulting his neck with frantic kisses and bites that made him jump. Meanwhile, her hand continued slowly stroking him, up and down, up and down.

"H-Himko," he breathed out, panting, his hips involuntarily raising to meet the girl's strokes.

"Izuuuu," she whispered in his ear, nibbling on the lobe. Her gentle stroking began to quicken to meet his thrusts.

"Looks like all that endurance training paid off, Izu," she smiled at him through his blurry, lust-filled vision, "but I think this will get you."

Izuku was finding it very hard to understand what she meant up until her teeth sank into his shoulder, far harder than his own had into hers. The resulting sensation of her sucking blood made him shudder, his legs going weak, and no longer able to move.

"I-I'm g-gonna!"

Himiko released his shoulder, picking up the pace and moving close to his ear, "let it all out, Izu," she whispered huskily.

"Aaaaah," Izuku half sighed, half grunted, as he released all of his pent-up lust into Himiko's hand, which had covered the head of his penis, catching everything.

As his climax came and went, he could only pant, eyes drooping as Himiko stared him in the eyes. Her hand slowly retracted from his pants, making him blush at the sticky deposits that had come with it.

And then she did something that made his eyes widen, and his breath picked up again. She slowly and methodically began cleaning off her hand… with her tongue.

"H-Himiko d-don't do that!" He whispered, extremely red in the face but not tearing his gaze away.

As she gazed into Izuku's eyes, not stopping, she finally showed him her palm, clean of his fluids. Then she opened her mouth and pulled her cheek back with a finger, showing that her tongue was clean. Her fangs gleamed in the red light of the movie playing, now long forgotten by the pair.

"H-H-Himiko! W-W-Why did you-"

Her blush colored Himiko's toothy grin. "I wanted to taste you more, so I did. You wanna get out of here? This got a little boring compared to our fun."

"S-Sure," Izuku smiled when the girl took his hands, leading him out of the nearly empty movie theatre.

The pair quickly ran down the street, making a straight line for Izuku's house. The sun had set hours ago, and their hurried pace narrowed their situational awareness. So much so that Himiko barely had time to step to the side, causing the small white body she'd noticed to slam head-first into Izuku's crotch, making him double over in pain.

"W-W-What the heck?" Izuku wheezed, looking at the source of his testicular assault. What he found made his heart stop.

A small girl with a single small horn and white unkempt hair looked up at Izuku with fear so intense he nearly mistook her for a frightened animal. A copious amount of bandages covered her arms and legs. Her only clothing was a ragged and dirty dress that may have once been white.

"Are you okay," Izuku asked her, all traces of his stutter gone and his natural protectiveness kicking in.

The girl shook her head frantically, crushing her head against Izuku's chest, wiping her tear-streaked face into his shirt. If it had been any other time of day, Izuku might have thought the girl had just been separated from her parents, but it was way too late in the day for a girl to be out on her own. Any parent wouldn't have let her run off into the night.

"Eri," a gruff, annoyed voice said, emerging from the shadows of an alleyway. "What are you doing? Stop bothering those kids. Can't you see they're on a date?"

The little girl's body tensed under Izuku's loose hug, making him start to sweat very heavily.

"Sorry, she seems a little scared," Izuku smiled nervously at the man, trying to gauge his reaction. "Is she your daughter?"

Now that he had caught a good look at the man, he could see that he was a towering, muscular man with a clean-shaven head.

The man's hesitation before speaking said more than words could. "Y-Yeah, we were playing a game, and she ran off without me. Come back over here, Eri."

A small whisper met Izuku's ear, and he strained to hear the girl's small whisper, "he's not my daddy."

The voice the small girl let out was trembling and filled with fear.

Izuku froze, trying not to snarl, fearing he would scare the girl, "she's not going anywhere."

The murderous look Himiko gave the man made him back up for a moment before he smirked at the pair and stepped back toward them.

"I don't know what you kids think you're doing, but I'm gonna beat the shit outta your boyfriend, then have some fun with you when I'm done," the bald man began unbuttoning his shirt, shining crystals sprouting from his skin and forming makeshift armor on his arms, back, and head.

"The fuck you are!" Izuku's uncharacteristic shout made Himiko's eyes turn to him, "Himiko, watch this little girl."

Himiko sent him a frown of worry, "Izu, what are you gonna do? You don't have a quirk," she said, very worried but smart enough to keep her voice down so the bald man couldn't hear her.

"Don't worry, this guy doesn't stand a chance against me. Just make sure she's alright," Izuku looked at the little girl, giving her a soft smile that made her shaking stop, and her eyes started to sparkle with wonder.

"You got a real set of balls on you, kid; it makes sense though you don't wanna look like a bitch in front of your girl. But I'm gonna tell you now, kid; you ain't gonna leave even a scratch on me."

Izuku suppressed the urge to run at this guy and kick him full force with One for All. He wouldn't be of any use to Himiko and the girl if he were down a leg, though. He didn't even know if a full shot of All Might's quirk could K.O. this guy.

'Wait! That's it! All Might!' As Izuku approached the villain, he turned slightly to the side to reach into his back pocket unnoticed. As he unlocked his phone, he quickly tapped the screen where he hoped the contact list was. If his memory served him well, then he needed to press… there! A light ringing met his ears before he stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

'I've gotta do something in the meantime, though, but I can't just put all my power in one arm or leg again that would just shatter it, and then I'd be down a limb. Wait, one limb? What if I send One for All into all my limbs? Not just for an instant, but what if I kept up the wattage? I've gotta visualize the egg cooking in the microwave and not bursting!'

As the power of One for All flooded his limbs, he could feel his muscles trying to unravel every time he flexed even a fraction.

'Less power!'

His vibrating muscles began to settle, tense as steel cords, but no longer in danger of snapping, 'got it! Now I just gotta hold this, and I should be alright.'

"What's the matter, kid? Gonna piss yourself, you're shaking like a leaf over there," the man goaded, smirking at Izuku," I don't blame ya; I'm about to turn you into a red paste and fuck your girlfriend over there."

The intense glare Izuku sent the man unsettled him; the energy running through Izuku's body made his green eyes glow with power in the darkness of the night.

"I'm not shaking 'cause I'm scared; I'm shaking because I'm brimming with power and about to cave your face in," Izuku snarled, stepping one foot forward and then tensing in preparation.

'I'm gonna be fast! I've got to account for that. Otherwise, I'll overshoot him and lose my element of surprise. '

Izuku's taught leg muscles sprang him forward, rocketing at a pace no one but him had expected. As he approached the stunned man, he quickly noted how his crystals couldn't completely cover his face either because they couldn't or because he wouldn't be able to see if they did. Shrugging, Izuku didn't care; either way, it made a perfect target.

"SMASH!" Izuku yelled, sending a sideways kick to the side of the man's head. The guy's feet left the ground and slammed face-first into the wall beside him.

Izuku quickly retreated to Himiko and the little girl's side, eyes never leaving where he had sent the villain flying.

A powerful but soft set of hands gripped the sides of Izuku's face, yanking him to look into Himiko's eyes, "What was that, Izu? I thought you didn't have a quirk."

His girlfriend's tone sent shivers down his spine at the ire it held," I-I have a good explanation."

The intense stare she gave him did not allow room for lies. "You better, Izu."

He nodded at the girl, pulling his phone from his pocket, the call having since disconnected. All Might had tried over a dozen times to contact Izuku again, but he couldn't answer while kicking the villain through a wall. Now Izuku sent All Might their GPS location, hoping he could arrive soon.

"The fuck was that kid," Izuku froze, hearing the villain shifting rubble underfoot, exiting the hole he'd been sent through, and spitting out a couple of bloody lumps, "you got some power! Even broke a couple of teeth!"

'Crap, that didn't knock him out?'

"Don't worry, this next one will put you out for sure," Izuku yelled, dashing back toward the man, but he didn't have the element of surprise this time, and the man quickly grew crystals along his arm, swinging the sword-like appendage at Izuku.

A quick backflip helped Izuku avoid the deadly ark of the weapon, which made him pant, his veins pumping full of adrenaline.

'I've gotta get in close again, but that's easier said than done. That sword arm of his is gonna keep me at a distance. Thinking logically though, this isn't a situation to win necessarily, but to hold him off long enough for All Might to get here?'

A determined smile came to Izuku's face, making the villain grind his teeth in annoyance.

"The fuck are you smirking about, asshole!"

"Nothing really, just the thought of how funny you'll look knocked out in a smoking crater here in a few seconds."

That seemed to piss the guy off because he quickly threw all caution to the wind, charging Izuku and enlarging his sword into a massive crystal fist, "I'm gonna flatten you, you little shit!"

Izuku waited until the last possible moment when the fist was just overhead, and then he sprang to the side, letting it impact the ground with incredible force. As the villain started to lift the appendage from the ground, Izuku rushed at him, intending to send the villain through another wall.

"Izu! Jump back!" Himiko yelled, warning him of something.

Izuku wasted no time jumping backward, but even despite his instant response, a single spike of crystal pierced his shoulder, sending a lance of pain through his arm.

"Ha, gotcha, you little shit, all you're jumping around and yapping really started pissing me off! So I hope it fuckin hurts!"

Izuku's backward leap had brought him very close to Himiko and the girl she had been protecting. "Are you okay, Izu?" Himiko asked, very worried, making Izuku sigh happily.

'At least she's not completely pissed at me.'

"I think I'm gonna kill you now, kid." The villain gloated, trudging toward Izuku and readying another attack. This time, he seemed to be winding up for something powerful.

Jumping into the air, the man's shoes burst open as crystal propelled him further so that he could angle himself to come crashing down on Izuku with a fist five sizes larger than the last.

'This is bad! I'm going to have to sacrifice an arm to blow him away,' Izuku thought, power flaring in his right arm, the sheer force of his muscles flexing ripped the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Manchester Smaaaaaash," yelled the familiar voice of All Might as he let a hard downward blow slam into the back of the villain's skull, sending him into unconsciousness at the bottom of a crater.

Izuku let the crackling energy of One for All dissipate from his muscles so that he didn't feel like his entire body was screaming at him anymore.

"T-Thanks so much for coming, All Might," Izuku sighed happily, stumbling back, about to fall into a dead faint.

A warm pair of small hands wrapped around Izuku's stomach, gently lowering him to lay his head on her lap. Himiko whispered gently into his ear, "I've got you, Izu."

"Young Toga, is he quite alright?"

Izuku could feel his girlfriend nod from above him, "I think so. He's just exhausted from using… his quirk."

"S-Sorry, I didn't tell you," he croaked, feeling his neck muscles pulse from the strain they had been under.

A single droplet landed on Izuku's face, causing him to flinch in wonder. Himiko was crying. He'd only seen this sight once, and they had been very young back then.

"W-Why didn't y-you tell m-me? Didn't you t-trust me?" She asked, sobbing, her fangs biting so hard into her bottom lip she had drawn blood.

Reaching an aching hand up to wipe the tears from her face, Izuku shook his head, crying with her, "I-I'm so s-sorry Himiko, I w-wanted to tell you b-but I had to keep my promise with A-All Might."

"He's telling the truth, I'm afraid," All Might sighed, walking over to the couple as they cried their eyes out to one another, "I swore him to secrecy; even his mother doesn't know about it."

"What? Why? Why did you make him keep his quirk a secret?"

All Might's gaze met with Izuku's. He tried to silently convey his emotions so that All Might understood.

Thankfully, the pro hero had seemed to understand, nodding to his successor, "I trust your judgment, my boy! I'll give you two some time while I call my friend in the police force to come by and see about that girl."

Izuku jolted for a moment, remembering why the fight had started. He looked for the girl, quickly seeing that she was buried face-first into his shirt as he lay against Himiko. He ran a soft hand through the girl's long white hair, smiling.

"Where should I start?" Izuku asked softly, gazing at his crying girlfriend.

"J-Just start from the beginning," Himiko cried, gripping his shirt as if scared he would vanish.

And so he did. Izuku reminded her how, after the sludge villain's attack, he had been visited by All Might, but instead of simply offering to train Izuku, he had told him he could inherit All Might's quirk. Then, about the subsequent need for his strength training so that his body wouldn't just explode from the uncontrollable force when he took in the quirk. And then how All Might had warned him against the danger of announcing to the world that a quirk like One for All could be passed on.

"If it's so dangerous to tell people, why didn't you just lie, dummy," Himiko asked, looking at him incredulously. "You could've just said All Might's training had been to draw out your quirk that you'd suppressed your whole life or something."

"I don't want to lie to you, Himiko," Izuku said, tears rising to his eyes. "You're really important to me, and I don't want you to ever leave."

Her quavering lips and sparkling eyes made Izuku's breath catch in his throat. "You dummy," she cried harder, bending down to kiss the boy, tears rolling down her cheeks only to spill over onto Izuku's.

Once she pulled away from him, Izuku looked up at the girl, her fangs peeking out from her soft lips, "I love you."

Izuku sighed, running his thumb along her cheek.

"W-What," the girl squeaked, very shocked by Izuku's declaration.

"I-I-I said I l-love you, H-Himiko," Izuku shouted, even more conviction in his eyes than before.

"You dummy!" Himiko shouted lightly, rapping her knuckles across Izuku's head in embarrassment. But then she let her hands rest on either side of his face, stroking the freckled skin, "I love you too."

The kiss they shared after admitting that simple fact to one another had felt simply amazing in that moment. And then All Might coughed, startling the two.

"I hate to interrupt, but we've gotta meet Tsukauchi at your apartment, young Midoriya. The police are waiting there, and I think we'd better get going while this guy's still unconscious so I can carry him."

"R-Right," Izuku stuttered, his face red at the thought All Might had heard his declaration of love to Himiko. The little girl sleeping on his chest never stirred as he stood to his feet, carrying her back to the apartment.

Chapter 7: A New Normal

The Symbol of Peace watched as the crystal villain he'd captured sat in an interrogation room; he'd been in there for almost ten hours now and hadn't said a single word to anyone.

The girl his protege had saved was currently asleep in the boy's lap, holding onto his shirt for dear life. Next to him was Himiko Toga, her head leaning against the boy's shoulder and an arm stroking the little girl's hair.

If he was being honest, All Might thought the pair were moving too quickly to admit love to one another. But on the other hand, it had been damn near four months since young Midorya had told him he was dating the girl. All Might didn't know much about relationships between kids; he had been focused entirely on training and only developed that kind of relationship after graduating from U.A.

While their relationship had done wonders for the boy's confidence, he couldn't help but notice the long line of hickeys the boy often had. And then there were the bite marks, some of which had scarred the boy. The worst had to be a bite on the side of the boy's neck near the start of his shoulder. All Might had seen that mark given enough time to heal, only for it to seemingly reopen after only a week or two.

He'd asked young Midoriya about it, but of course, the boy had given him such a selfless answer that he'd nearly been taken aback.

"It's to help Himiko, All Might," the intense stare he'd given the pro hero had rivaled that of his face when intensely focusing on his training. "Her quirk gives her an unhealthy obsession with blood, and I promised her if it would help her live more normally, she could take mine anytime she wanted."

"Do you think that's wise, young man," All Might had asked, understanding the boy's reasoning but not willing to leave any questions unasked. "What will you do if you are both separated? Or if you ever break up with her? Will you continue to be her own personal blood bank?"

The boy had looked down to his feet, not wanting to imagine young Toga and himself separating for good, "e-even then, I still would. I care about her too much to just abandon her like that."

All Might had nodded, satisfied with the answer for the time being. "I understand. But try and set some boundaries for her. If she keeps biting the same spot repeatedly, it will scar, and she may eventually take a chunk with her."

As he recalled the memory while looking at the pair, a soft smile came over his face despite the morbid bite mark that had returned to his student's neck.

What made All Might almost spit out the coffee he'd been drinking was the matching bite mark young Toga had on her shoulder. It looked very fresh, too.

Now that he thought about it, he realized the pair had been out very late when he found them.

'Am I gonna have to give you a safe sex talk?' He thought, rubbing his face very tiredly.

The police officers had asked them a lot of questions, and when he said a lot, Izuku meant a lot: what they'd been doing out so late, why they had engaged the villain and not simply run, and If the villain had mentioned why he was chasing the girl.

Izuku had grown pretty annoyed at the constant bombardment of the same questions they'd asked a dozen times, just worded differently.

"I'm tiiiiiired Izu," Himiko whined, snuggling her head closer to his and wrapping her arm around the little girl.

"I know; Mom is trying to convince them to let us leave," Izuku sighed, tracing circles into Eri's back.

"I know it's a bit taxing," All Might said, approaching the pair," but bear with the police. Their procedures are an essential part of hero work for you to become accustomed to. But don't worry, we'll get the two of you out of here soon!"

"W-Wait! What about Eri," Izuku asked, his arms protectively circling the girl.

All Might scratched the side of his head with a finger, his smile strained. "Well, she'll be taken to a foster home either until her closest living relatives are found or until they find a family to adopt her permanently.

"T-Then let me and my mom be her foster family!" Izuku said, his eyes never wavering from All Might.

"Young Midoriya! While I admire your conviction in wanting to protect this girl, you are not in any position to offer that." All Might said, sternly scalding Izuku.

"It's okay, All Might," Izuku's mother finally emerged from the detective's office, a small smile on her face. "I already guessed what Izuku would say and asked the same thing he did. Do you think you can carry her, Izuku?"

"Y-Yes!" Izuku nodded excitedly, carrying the girl in a princess carry that made Himiko puff her cheeks out.

"Not fair," she huffed, poking Izuku's cheek, "you haven't carried me like that."

"I-It's not like I w-wouldn't if you asked," he said, averting his gaze, a blush coming to his cheeks at his mom's smile, "a-anyway, let's go. I think Eri's had a long day as it is."

Himiko rolled her eyes at him, seeming fidgety and very happy to leave the police station, "Is it alright if I stay with you guys tonight, Ms. Midoriya?"

"Please, honey, just call me Inko," his mom smiled, her evil grin turning to Izuku. "Of course, you can stay, but Izuku will be sleeping on the couch."

"O-Okay," Izuku sighed dejectedly before seeing Himiko wink at him out of the corner of his eye.

The car ride home was very tense. All Might had decided to stay back with the police to further question the bald man, so it was currently just Izuku, Himiko, Eri, and his mom in the car.

Himiko had decided to sit in the backseat with Izuku and Eri rather than sitting in the passenger seat. The smirk his mother kept shooting at him from the rearview mirror made him very uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the ride hadn't been long, and they made it to the apartment without any snide remarks from his mom.

"Izuku honey, let me take Eri, and I'll give her a bath," his mom offered, holding her hands out so she could take the girl from him.

As he was obliging his mother's request, Eri's hands wrapped around his shirt, digging in like a tic. "N-no! I don't want Izu to go anywhere," the girl whined, apparently not asleep anymore.

"Aww, she's using Toga-chan's nickname for you," his mom fawned over the girl's big red eyes that peeked out from her long hair.

"Not fair," Himiko whined, sounding amazingly close to Eri's whine. "I wanna take a bath with Izu!"

"N-N-No one is taking a b-bath with me," Izuku said, extremely red-faced at the idea.

"Oh, but Izuku, we used to take baths together all the time," his mom chirped happily, resting her hand on her cheek.

"T-That was when I was a little kid," Izuku protested very loudly. "Fine, I'll bathe Eri, but you guys better drop this. Although, I might need your help, Mom. So H-Himiko-chan, you can wait in my room if you want.

"Nah, I'll go with you guys to give Eri a bath!"

Izuku assumed he'd need to get wet even if he wasn't taking a bath, so he left Eri with Himiko for a moment. She seemed to be relaxed around his girlfriend, so he trusted her with the girl while he put on some old swim trunks.

"Alright, are you ready for a bath, Eri?" Izuku asked the little girl as he drew some bath water and added bubbles to the warm water.

"I-I guess," she mumbled.

Izuku set to work unwrapping the bandages around her arms and legs, pausing in horror at the awful number of needle marks and scars she had.

The little girl noticed his staring and tried to cover up her marks in embarrassment.

"Hey, it's alright," Izuku looked at Himiko and his mom for a moment before blushing furiously and leaning down to the little girl. "H-here look."

Izuku pulled back the neck of his shirt, showing the little girl the fresh bite mark on his shoulder and then a few on his arms, which had begun to heal. Eri's wide red eyes studied the marks. Her fingers twitched gingerly toward the one on his neck.

"D-Does it hurt," she asked quietly.

Izuku looked up at Himiko, blushing, "N-no, it actually felt kind of good."

Confused, the little girl looked at him, but before she could say more, Izuku had his mom take the rest of the girl's clothes off while he turned his back.

Once his mom had fully lowered the girl into the tub, Izuku slowly lowered himself behind her and began rubbing shampoo into her hair.

"That looks fun. I wanna get in," Himiko chirped, dipping one leg into the water before Izuku stopped her.

"Hey! You've only got one set of clothes here, and you're currently wearing them! So no getting in the tub," Izuku chastised her as if she was Eri's age.

"Awww, but I can just wear one of your shirts and some boxers!"

"M-Mom, tell her no."

"I don't see any harm in it, honey," his mom said, clearly enjoying messing with him alongside his girlfriend.

"Fine," he sighed, defeated.

The pair washed Eri in relative silence, aside from Himiko's occasional giggle when playing with Eri while Izuku did all the work. Thankfully, it was time to get out, and Izuku made his way to his bedroom to get a fresh set of clothes.

He lightly pushed the door, not quite closing it all the way out of habit. He removed his swim trunks and wet T-shirt, leaving him in nothing. Of course, Himiko chose that exact time to walk in without warning.

"Izu, get me some clothes t—"

Her frozen expression was uncharacteristic, and so was the intense embarrassed blush that ran up her neck and face.

"S-sorry!" She yelled, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Huh, so she can make that face too," Izuku remarked out loud before realizing what had just happened, letting out a very girlish scream.

Izuku got dressed in record time. He was a blur of motion and had anyone seen him; they'd have thought he had a speed quirk.

"Y-You can come back in, H-Himiko," Izuku squeaked very red in the face with an old All Might hoodie in his hands, along with a pair of blue boxers.

Her soft, timid footsteps made Izuku tense, and the slow opening creak of his door didn't help. Nor did the very large blush on her face. As she entered, he couldn't help but notice she didn't make eye contact with him like she often did.

"I-I'm not s-still n-naked, you k-know," Izuku stuttered, very mortified at the moment.

Himiko's head snapped up, very embarrassed by his words, but then a familiar toothy grin spread across her face. "Sorry I walked in without warning, but it's not like we haven't done worse."

"Y-You still haven't seen me fully naked before, though!" Izuku yelled as quietly as possible

"Well, that's not exactly true now. Is it?" She said, acting cocky again, the blush settling into its usual shade.

"H-Hush you," he said, passing the girl his spare clothes.

The blush spread across her face again, along with a mischievous smile. "Do you want me to return the favor, Izu?"

"W-What? Y-You pervert, there's a little girl, not even a room over from us," Izuku furiously whispered.

"Oddly enough, that didn't sound like a no," she said, slipping her now wet sweater and skirt off. The way that she began slowly unbuttoning her wet shirt made his blood boil with longing.

"I-I'll get Eri so that you can get dressed," Izuku panicked, turning from the girl before he got carried away again like he had in the movie theatre.

As he turned, a soft hand gripped his, their fingers slowly twining around one another. Himiko pressed her bare chest against his back. He could feel every curve of her soft, round chest through his shirt as she pressed into him.

"I really am sorry, Izu," she whispered.

"I-It's alright; I should've shut the door properly," Izuku sighed, shutting his eyes tightly and turning around to hug the girl. "So please put some clothes on, or it'll get out of hand, like at the movie theatre."

"Oooh, alright," Himiko huffed, letting Izuku go from the hug and slipping on the shirt and boxers while his eyes were still closed. "You can open your eyes, spoilsport."

Thankfully, the girl was wearing clothes, and oddly enough, she looked very pretty in his oversized hoodie.

Izuku patted the top of her head affectionately, "You're really pretty, Himi-chan!"

"D-Dummy," she huffed, lightly biting his arm on her head.

"I think Eri's ready for bed, you two," Izuku's mom sighed as she entered the room, seeing the teens engaging in light PDA. "So, who is she sleeping with?"

Izuku and Himiko just shrugged at one another, crouching to her level. Now that they could both get a look at her, Izuku had to admit she was a cute little girl. Her previously ghoulish skin was now a clean white, and the dirty tangle of hair on her head had been brushed as smooth as it would get; her tear-streaked eyes were now clear and heavy with drowsiness

"Who do you wanna go to bed with, Eri-chan," Izuku asked with a light smile.

"I duh know? Both?" She asked, looking up at the pair with big, sleepy eyes.

"I, uh, I don't think Mom will let us. Sorry, Eri-chan." Izuku apologized, looking to his mom for confirmation that he was correct, but surprisingly, she didn't refuse Eri's request.

"Oh, alright. I would've had a problem if you two tried to have her sleep with me because I know you'd try to sneak in bed with each other," Izuku blushed at the fact his mom would've caught them if they'd tried that, "but since Eri will be with you, I'm fine with it. I trust you're both bashful enough not to try anything in front of this sweet little angel. Right?"

"Y-Yeah," Izuku hesitated for a moment, looking at Himiko.

'I know I can trust myself in this situation. But it's my constantly frisky girlfriend that's another matter.'

"Oh, please," she crowed indignantly, looking at the mother and son who gazed at her dryly. "I can keep it in my pants for one night!"

Both Izuku and his mother blushed at her choice of words.

"O-Okay, well, I guess we're heading to bed then," Izuku said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

"All right, you two, but if you have any problems, come straight over to me for help."

"Thanks, mom."

"Thanks!"

They both answered as his mother left the room so that they could get settled into bed. It was a good thing his mom had insisted on him having a queen-sized bed when picking mattresses a while back, or they'd have no room at all to sleep.

Izuku had no idea what to do, so he just went with the safest option and lay down closest to the wall, putting Eri in the middle and giving Himiko the spot that would let her get in and out of bed as she pleased.

Of course, as soon as he settled in and got comfortable with his head lying on his pillow, Eri decided she'd rather lay on top of him, snuggling her head under his chin.

And Himiko, never missing an opportunity, got as close as she could to him as well, draping an arm over them both and placing her head on Izuku's shoulder.

"It's like we're a mommy and daddy," she whispered into Izuku's ear.

"W-W-What! I-I mean, I get the comparison, b-but that came out of nowhere," Izuku said, very stunned.

"Calm down, you scaredy cat! Girls think about that stuff all the time when they've got a boyfriend; at least, that's what I've heard. And it sounds right to me 'cause I've thought about it with you," she grinned, blushing madly.

"Y-You have? So did you think about that j-just with me when we started dating, or have you always w-wanted kids?"

"I only ever want babies with you, Izu. I've thought about having some before we started dating, but I could only ever imagine you being my baby's papa."

Izuku chuckled, not the least bit surprised with the girl; she was odd, and he could see her giggling to herself at the thought. But it came as a surprise she hadn't imagined herself with anyone but him. It really made him feel like he'd impacted someone's life so much, enough that she'd loved him from when they were just children.

Don't get him wrong, though; he wasn't ready for real kids of his own anytime soon.

"You know, I've never thought about what my future will have," Izuku admitted. "I mean, I've put so much time and effort into just becoming a hero that I have no idea what my goal is after I've reached my dream."

"Well, I know exactly what I wanna do! I wanna live in a big house with Izu, so there's lots of room for our babies to run around and play!"

Izuku's soft smile at his girlfriend's simple future was colored with warm drowsiness that made him yawn.

"That's not a bad dream at all," He sighed, resting his head back and falling asleep in seconds.

A pair of yellow catlike eyes peered at the sleeping boy's form, and the little girl snuggled into his chest fast asleep.

Himiko smiled very widely at the sight.

"Izu and I didn't make her, but I think she'll make a cute daughter." Her smile widened as she hummed to herself, "Babies, babies! I wanna make babies with Izu~!"

A few days passed as Izuku and his mother got used to having another person around the house. His mom had been ecstatic because she now had someone to wear all of Izuku's old clothes from kindergarten.

Most of which were All Might themed to Himiko's never-ending teasing.

The biggest change that Izuku still had to get used to was that the girl wanted him to come with her everywhere she went. The living room, the kitchen, his bedroom, and most embarrassingly for him, the bathroom. Thankfully, he managed to talk her into letting him sit outside while she did her business, but she wouldn't make the same concession for him.

She had tried to accompany him when he went to the bathroom several times before he told the girl she would have to wait with his mom outside the bathroom while he used it himself.

Himiko had taken to the girl very quickly, and they often played with each other. To his utter embarrassment, they both enjoyed playing "Izu the Hero," as Eri called it. They would reenact Izuku's fight with the bald villain; surprisingly, Izuku would play All Might when joining the pair, Himiko would play the bad guy, and Eri was Izuku.

Both Izuku and Himiko collapsed after their most recent game with the little girl; she was still running around the pair, giggling.

"Harder than it looks, isn't it," Izuku's mother gloated from her position in the kitchen, watching the spectacle in front of her.

"Rethinking *wheeze* wanting kids now? Himiko-chan?" Izuku was panting very heavily; he hadn't felt this tired since All Might's training.

"N-No way! I want a-at least two," she said very seriously through her own gasps for breath.

"You'll kill us both!" Izuku yelled, very frightened.

"Hey, you don't gotta complain! Just don't get me pregnant anytime soon if you don't wanna deal with another kid," Himiko said, getting her breath back.

"H-Himiko-chan!"

"Izu? What does pregnant mean," Eri asked with the widest and most innocent eyes he'd ever seen.

"Look what you did," Izuku panicked, looking at Himiko. "I-It's nothing, Eri! Don't worry about it!"

"I-Izuku!" His mother yelled from the living room hallway, startling him.

"N-Nothing, Mom, we weren't talking about anything!"

"Huh, never mind that, sweetie. Your letter from U.A. finally arrived!" She yelled, showing him the sealed envelope.

Izuku froze. With everything that had been going on, he'd honestly forgotten the U.A. entrance exam had taken place not even two weeks ago. Izuku accepted the sealed letter from his mom, the contents of the envelope rattling audibly with his shaking.

"Let's go, Izu! I want to see how you did!" Himiko grabbed his hand and pulled him toward his bedroom, Eri padding along behind them.

All three of them stood at Izuku's desk, just staring at the letter.

"Uh, Izu? You're supposed to open the thing to see your test results, ya know," Himiko teased, poking at his freckled cheeks like she often did.

"I know," Izuku sighed; picking the letter up, he carefully broke the seal so that the small metal disk could fall out onto his desk, "what the heck is th-"

"I am here! As a projection," yelled the booming voice of All Might from the small device, scaring the three in Izuku's room, "uh, sorry, that probably startled you! I must apologize, young man. I didn't just come to this town so I could fight villains in this area. We've been keeping this a bit of a secret, but the cats gonna be out of the bag with these letters. I'm joining the staff of U.A. as a teacher starting this year! It's really quite exciting; I'm very much looking forward to the— wait, what? Hurry it up! I've gotta do how many of these things?! W-Well, I suppose I should congratulate you first on your stellar performance on the written exam! You didn't do too badly at all compared to your peers when thinking about how you didn't use your quirk until the end. In regards to the practical exam, you managed to gain a total of eleven villain points; I'm sorry to say that simply isn't enough to pass."

Izuku looked down at his lap. He had a feeling eleven points wouldn't be enough, but he'd been stupid and taken the time to destroy that stupid zero-pointer instead of just saving the girl and running.

Himiko's soft hands rubbed each of his shoulders, and she leaned down to talk into his ear, "It's alright, Izu. Screw U.A. There are tons more hero schools that can see how amazing you are."

"However," All Might's large grin had eclipsed all of his previous smiles, interrupting Izuku and Himiko. "There were secret parameters to this test; on the surface, most people know about the practical exam's villain point system. But, the hidden points system that nobody knows about is this. Rescue points! How could a prestigious school like U.A. simply turn away someone so courageous they would jump into danger without a moment's hesitation?"

As All Might asked, the image of Izuku kicking the head off the robot attacking Shinso and then helping the boy up came onto the screen. The following image was of every single applicant in the area running from the zero-pointer, except Izuku, who had actually leaped at the hulking machine.

"These are qualities that the judges may grade upon freely. Each judge is different, and they don't always award points, but they were unanimous when it came to you, young man. So it is with utmost pride that I say you received sixty-six rescue points, for a total of seventy-seven points overall! Congratulations kid! You passed, so allow me to formally welcome you, to your hero academia!"

The projector went black, and for a moment, there was silence, but then Himiko jumped at the boy, screaming very loudly.

"You did it, Izu! You did it!" Himiko jumped up and down while Eri looked on in confusion.

"What was the buff smiling guy talking about," she asked, not understanding what was going on.

Izuku smiled down at her, picking her up and spinning with her, "I got into a hero school! I can be a hero like All Might, the guy that knocked out the bald guy when we saved you!"

This got through to the girl as she squealed excitedly along with Himiko.

"I-Izuku," His mom came in, eyes worried, "d-did you make it?"

"He sure did," Himiko yelled, giving Izuku's mom a huge hug.

His mom's large eyes began fountaining tears of happiness, "I-Izuku!"

The entirety of the apartment that night devolved into excited shouts and happy crying.

Chapter 8: Quirk Assessment Test

"Do you have your spiral notebook?"

"Yes."

"Your pencil case?"

"Yes."

"And you packed your books and not just a bunch of action figures?"

"Jeez! Yes, mom. I'm not in elementary school anymore. I've gotta go, or I'll be late," Izuku complained, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Izu," Eri whined, gripping his pant legs, "I don't want you to go!"

Izuku smiled down at the girl, rubbing her head affectionately. "I won't be gone long. Besides, Mom will be here, and Himiko will come by after a little while."

The girl's cute pout almost made him stay, but today was the first day of school, and he couldn't miss it no matter what.

"I'll be off. Be sure to hug Himiko for me. Alright, Eri?"

"O-Okay," she nodded, going over to Izuku's mom to watch him leave.

He felt bad but couldn't exactly ditch on the first day, 'I'll be back! So don't you worry, Eri!'

If he was going to get to school on time after how long he'd taken to get ready, he'd need to run down to the train station and then almost the entire way up to the school.

'Well, it's good cardio; I guess I can count this as endurance training,' he thought to himself as buildings and people passed him.

The run wouldn't be too long, maybe ten minutes. All Might had made him run a lot longer while training, so this wouldn't be too difficult.

"Hey, Izu!"

A pair of soft white hands wrapped around his middle, making him jump very high. And then he realized it was Himiko behind him; her arms were surprisingly strong and had completely arrested his momentum.

The pomegranate scent Himiko always had was also a big giveaway; the telltale metallic smell underneath may have been unidentifiable to most people. But he knew that smell was most likely blood.

'It makes sense; she's almost always taking my blood.'

"Hey, Himiko," Izuku laughed, gripping her hands.

"Aww, no fair you knew it was me?" She asked.

"Obviously. You're the only person aside from Eri who calls me Izu," he laughed, turning to look at the girl. Do you want to walk with me to the station?"

"Sure," she smiled. "So what do you think you're going to be doing?"

Izuku considered her question, "Maybe the entrance ceremony and getting acquainted with my classmates?"

"Now don't go cheating on me, ya hear," Himiko giggled, wagging her finger at Izuku.

"W-W-What? H-H-Himiko, I'd n-never do that?"

Izuku could practically hear the wide, toothy grin she shot his way, "Ya better not, or I'll definitely drain ya dry!"

"Well, that's fine; if I'm ever dumb enough to do that, all of my blood is yours. Oh, by the way, when will your school be starting?"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm not in school."

"Oh, that's nice," a second of silence lingered between the pair. "Wait, what! You graduated already? You're eighteen?"

The confused blush she sent Izuku made him even more dumbstruck.

"Well, no, but I thought you knew I was older than you when we lived close to each other. I mean, we were never in the same classes. Why? You uninterested in an old hag like me now?"

"Y-You idiot," Izuku huffed at the girl. "It doesn't matter how old you are; I was just surprised, that's all. I guess that means you can keep Eri company while I'm at school, though; that's great!"

"See, there are perks to dating an older woman! Oh, and I'm sixteen. My seventeenth isn't until August."

"D-Do you know how old I am?"

"Yep, you're fifteen. You just turned last July!"

'Wow, not even a moment's hesitation.'

"I'm Sorry. I never asked about your birthday," Izuku said, looking down and feeling ashamed.

"It's fine; that just means you're going to have to make it up to me on my birthday," she smiled wolfishly at him, making him to blush.

The image of Himiko licking her palm while projector lights in the movie theatre played in the background came to his mind, making his blush worse.

"Oooh~ were you thinking of something naughty, Izu," she teased him.

"O-Oh hey, look, there's the train to U.A.!" Izuku stuttered, pointing," g-gotta go!"

Himiko's hand shot out, gripping Izuku's. "Um, I wanna kiss before you go," she looked up at him surprisingly bashfully.

"I-I-I mean r-right here? N-Now?" There weren't a lot of people walking by, but there were certainly a few students and adults entering the train eyed the pair curiously.

Her small, cute nod made his heart jump, "Y-yeah if it's not too much trouble."

Izuku's very nature was at war with his desires. On one hand, he wanted to kiss his girlfriend now that she was acting this cutely, but on the other hand, an embarrassing number of people were giving them odd looks.

"O-O-Okay i-if you r-really w-w-want me t-to," he stuttered worse than he had in a long time.

Standing stiff as a board and feeling very self-conscious, Izuku leaned into the girl, unable to bridge the gap between them.

Himiko seemed to have lost her patience because her own shaky hands held the side of his face, and she met his lips with tender trepidation.

The ridged and stiff way their lips pressed together slowly dissipated as the familiar taste of one another made them relax. They slowly deepened the kiss, Himiko wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug. The cool, moist air of April dampened their clothes.

Izuku was the first to pull away, his blush forgotten and his smile on his face. "I'll see you after school?"

"Y-Yeah," she said after a second of fidgeting, her nervous look shifting to the ground. "I love you."

Her soft whisper made him blush, "I love you too."

Her goofy grin as she twirled back the way they had come made Izuku smile. She seemed to be humming to herself as she skipped her way to the apartment.

'At least she's having fun,' Izuku laughed to himself.

"Damn, some guys have all the luck," said a passing boy as he made his way onto the train.

Izuku's mortified blush crept up his neck, 'I think I should just hurry and make my way on.'

Himiko skipped down the street, humming to herself, her fingers brushing lightly over her lips.

"Kiss, kiss~ I got a kiss from Izu~," she sang, making her way down from the hill the train station was situated atop.

The morning air was very refreshing and helped keep her awake; she hadn't said anything to Izu, but she hadn't been to sleep since the previous night.

It had been extremely hard to find another place to sleep since that murderous girl's house. It had been the perfect place to stay at the time; she had been able to satiate her need for blood and give herself a place to stay.

But now she didn't need a blood supply since she had her Izu. Especially since she could actually keep his blood down.

Ever since she had taken blood from Izu when they were children, no other blood would do. She could hold it down for, at best, five minutes before it inevitably came right back up. But Izu's blood was different. Special.

A place to stay was a much more difficult situation to remedy; she couldn't just assault a person and live in their house. Not if they were innocent people anyway; Izu definitely wouldn't approve of that.

She had thought about asking Ms. Midoriya if she could stay with them, but she knew too many questions would be raised, and she refused to be taken back to her family. They didn't deserve to see her after they had rejected her when Izu hadn't.

'I refuse to be someone I'm not,' Homiko thought angrily, reaching the middle streets of Musutafu, running a hand along a scar on her shoulder that extended down to her back. Her father had given her the scar, and the thought of 'the shed' made her shudder, 'never again.'

She continued down the streets, noticing they were far less noisy than most. Ever since All Might had started showing up in the city, criminals had become increasingly cautious about committing crimes.

"Hey bitch, get out of my way!" Yelled a loud voice from behind her, running footsteps growing closer.

Or maybe they weren't as bright as she thought. Goosebumps rose along her arms and legs, fine hairs standing on end. She knew this feeling meant someone was about to attack her.

So, crouching low and then springing into a backflip, Himiko caught sight of the man, looking dumbstruck at her sudden movement. His neck craned to try and follow her arc, but his neck could only move so far.

Himiko landed behind the man, slamming her small foot into the backs of his knees. As the man fell, she withdrew her knife and held it to his throat.

"Better not move, or I'll cut ya," Himiko giggled, still happy about her exchange with Izu from earlier, but now she was a bit pissed about the rude bastard interrupting her.

"What the fuck?" The man was confused about what had happened, but it wasn't exactly hard for him to grasp with a knife at his throat.

Now that she had a good look at the guy, she could see that he had dusty whitish hair, a cheap-looking purple suit, and sunglasses.

"H-Hey, you're a villain, right," asked the man very nervously, showing he had a missing front tooth, "I'm a broker, and I'm being chased by some clients I kinda pissed off. So would ya mind letting me go?"

She thought about that for a moment. Sure, she knew information brokers in the black market were fairly rare, at least the good ones were. She'd had to deal with a few when she had run from home and been assaulting various criminals of different severity. Heck, even a few were proper villains.

"W-Wait, that creepy grin and blonde hair. You're the crazy bitch that was attacking other crooks in Yokohama. If ya let me go, I got a few small-time guys you can have information on in exchange."

Himiko looked at him for a moment, 'Well, my tracking hasn't turned up any new people in the city, and hopefully, these guys will either have places I can take to stay or a good amount of money to steal.'

"Fine," Himiko sighed, letting the man go and quickly concealing her knife. She pulled a ragged piece of paper out of her pocket and wrote her information down, handing it to the man. "Give me the info on my cell, and then forget you saw me, or I'll hunt you down. After all, a good information broker shouldn't sell out their clients, and I don't trust you after giving a few up to me."

The man rubbed at his neck, his nervous smile wavering," Of course, I'll send you the info. Thanks, kid!"

As the man ran off, Himiko continued her walk to Izu's apartment, very excited to see Eri again. A few seconds after the broker had run away, a pair of heroes in their costumes passed her, looking for him.

"If you're looking for that shady guy in the purple suit, he ran that way," Himiko smiled, pointing in the opposite direction he'd run.

"Thank you!" The pair yelled, running in the direction she'd given.

'No use letting the guy go if he just gets caught before sending me the info. I guess even heroes use black market brokers, though."

Her happy skipping and humming started up again. Looks like her problem was solving itself.

The tall door looming over him made Izuku feel very self-conscious. He knew he was short compared to most kids his age, but was he going to have someone as huge as this door in his class?

Izuku shook his head and smacked his cheeks,' I can do this!'

Sliding the door open more confidently than he felt, Izuku looked inside. At the last second, he hoped neither Kacchan nor that boy with glasses for the exam was in the same class as him, "n-nice to meet y-you all! I'm—"

"Take your feet off that desk at once; that is the property of the most prestigious hero school in all of Japan," yelled a thunderous voice, cutting off Izuku's rush of courage.

"Huh? What the hell for? Get outta my face before I kill your ass four-eyes!"

That familiar yelling voice made Izuku flinch, 'They're both here.' Izuku silently and internally sobbed to himself.

"K-Kill me," the boy with a stern face and glasses gasped in shock at Kacchan's violence, "are you sure you're in the right place? A-Anyway, I'm sure we just got off on the wrong foot. I'm Tenya Iida, another first year, and I just graduated from Somei Private Academy."

"Somei!? You a stuck-up rich kid!? I should blow you to bits!" Kacchan yelled, clearly not wanting to make any friends anytime soon.

The boy, Iida, was taken aback by Izuku's old bully's comment, "You're awful. Do you really want to become a hero?!"

As Izuku watched the exchange, it seemed the boy had caught sight of Izuku, and Kacchan had too.

"Ah, hello, I am Tenya Iida; I'm from Somei!"

The boy quickly made his way over to Izuku in just two large steps, "I-I heard, i-it's n-nice to meet you, I'm I-Izuku Midoriya."

"Midoriya… you… you perceived the true nature of that practical exam," Iida paused, an admiring glint in his eye. "While I could not! I misjudged you at the time, but I can clearly see that because of your insight, you were the better candidate."

'I didn't perceive anything; my dumb body just moved on its own like it always does!'

"Hey! That curly green hair! You're that plain-looking boy from the exam," Izuku jumped slightly at the bubbly voice behind him and its excited shout.

Izuku had to suppress the urge to wrap his arms around his face at the girl's proximity as she continued talking excitedly, "But that makes sense. Present Mic said you'd made it in! I mean, how couldn't you? That kick you gave that huge robot was awesome!"

Katsuki Bakugou stared in hatred at Deku. The nerd had managed to pass the entrance exam somehow and made a complete fucking mockery of his achievement. He could remember their teacher's words from that day and the fucking nerve Deku had.

"It's so wonderful that two of our students made it into U.A.! Especially you, Midoriya! That's a miracle we never expected!"

Deku's stupid fucking shaking in front of the teacher as he spoke made Katsuki grind his teeth in rage. Once the pair had left the teacher's office and made their way outside the school, Katsuki grabbed Deku by his arm and shoved him into a corner on the side of the school.

"What kind of dirty fucking trick did you use, you quirkless bitch! Huh?!" Katsuki raged, gripping Dekus's school uniform in an angry fist, "I was supposed to be the first and only student from this shit school to get into U.A., and you fucking ruined that! I thought I told you to get lost and kill yourself, Deku!"

The unsurprising shaking coming from Deku hadn't been odd, but what had pissed Katsuki off was the look the little asshole sent him. Through watery eyes and shaking limbs, the little twerp had a glare so intense it almost made Katsuki let go. Almost.

"S-Some people… told me that I could be a-a hero! And because of them, I'll become a hero no matter what! So you can shove it!" The boy yelled, making Katsuki freeze in utter astonishment.

'What the fuck?' Katsuki asked himself, seeing the nerd gripping his arm, which held his uniform very tightly.

Then the fucking nerd had run off, obviously scared of what Katsuki would do after his uncharacteristic outburst.

Now, here the little shit was, strutting around U.A. like it was the most obvious fucking thing in the world. It pissed Katsuki off.

Izuku was still being bombarded by the friendly brunette, her excited hand movements never stopping.

"I think we've got our entrance ceremony and guidance sessions today, yeah? I wonder what our teacher will be like; I'm kinda nervous!"

A gruff voice came from behind the girl, making her and Izuku jump. "If you're here to socialize, then you can just get out."

As Izuku looked down, he saw a very scruffy face peeking out from behind a yellow sleeping bag, a juice pouch coming into view, and then being drained instantly.

"This is the hero course. It took you all eight seconds to quiet down. Even a second in a hero's day can mean the difference between life and death. This is the kind of path that isn't for the weak-hearted, so if you can't handle it, leave now."

A pause fell over the room. No one seemed to be moving to leave, but a few people looked nervous.

"With that said, I'm your homeroom teacher, Shouta Aizawa. Now, everyone, put on your gym clothes and follow me.

Izuku looked down at the school's gym uniform. It was a lot more unique than his middle school gym uniform. A stylized U and A were on top of one another, and the blue uniform's trim was white and red.

"We're going to be doing a quirk assessment test," Mr. Aizawa said as the students of class 1-A stood on the open U.A. grounds.

"Quirk test?" The girl who'd been talking to Izuku asked, confused. I thought we had the entrance ceremony and counseling today."

"That's all a waste of time; U.A. is known for its freestyle educational approach, and that applies to us teachers as well. Softball throwing, the standing long jump, the 50-meter dash, endurance running, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper body training, and seated toe touching. You did all of these exercises in middle school, yes? These are standard non-quirk testing exercises; Japan is a country that still employs the policy of not allowing the use of quirks outside of hero work."

Mr. Aizawa bent down, scooping up a softball and tossing it to Kacchan, "Bakugou, what was your record for the softball throw?"

"About sixty-seven meters."

"I want you to throw that ball as hard as you can with your quirk, and don't hold anything back," Mr. Aizawa said, stepping away to allow Kacchan to approach the pitch.

Izuku could see an evil grin cross the boy's face as he wound up, readying a throw.

"DIE!" Kacchan yelled, creating a massive *BOOM* as the poor softball was propelled several meters away.

'Die? ' Izuku thought, sweating at Kacchan's choice of words.

Mr. Aizawa looked down at the calculating device in his hands and showed everyone the result.

"705.2 meters?" A spiky red-haired boy whistled in astonishment, "That's insane!"

"So we get to use our quirks all we want?" asked a pink-haired and skinned girl. This looks so fun!"

Mr. Aizawa seemed not to like what the girl had to say, "fun? You think this will all be a walk in the park, right? Listen at U.A.; we train you to use your quirks to the best of your ability, both strengthening and refining them. Over the next three years, we'll be putting you through hell to push you to your limits, so if you think this is fun, I guess I'm not being hard enough on you. How about this: whoever is at the bottom of the scoreboard at the end of the day is removed from the hero course for good."

"What!"

"You can't do that!"

"We just got here!"

A chorus of objections and cries of outrage met Mr. Aizawa's declaration, but everyone quickly quieted when he spoke, "If you don't like it so much, one of you volunteer to drop out so the person who would be on the chopping block can stay."

A long silence fell over the students, making the man smirk.

"That's what I thought. Now stop complaining and start working your butts off. Show me you've got what it takes to make it in my class! That's what our school motto means: go beyond, plus ultra!"

'I guess things are picking up now,' Izuku thought nervously, gripping his shaking hands, 'can I use One for All like I did before when I was protecting Himiko and Eri?'

Izuku clenched his muscles, trying to summon the feeling All Might's quirk conjured in his head. The power came to him slowly but in jackhammering waves, making his bones and muscles vibrate painfully.

'D-Dial it back, or I'm gonna tear myself apart like All Might said! Egg in a microwave, egg in a microwave,' he thought, frantically imagining he was turning the intensity of the cooking down so he didn't explode.

The familiar hum of One for All made him smile; it felt like All Might was with him whenever he activated the quirk. He hadn't noticed the arcing strands of static coming from his body in green crackles when first using the ability.

"Whoa, looks like someone's fired up," said the red-haired boy with sharp teeth.

Mr. Aizawa looked at Izuku with a piercing stare that made him deactivate One for All. "S-sorry, sir."

Their teacher shook his head, turned, and walked past the softball throw. "We'll be doing the 50 meters first, so line up by your student numbers, and you'll go with the person whose number is directly below yours."

The first pair to run was Iida and a girl with a mutation-type quirk.

'Maybe a frog type,' Izuku thought, watching them.

"And… start!"

Only a handful of seconds passed as Izuku watched the pair burst from the starting line, and in the blink of an eye, Iida passed with the girl a few seconds behind.

"3.04 seconds!"

"5.58 seconds!"

"Whoa, that was fast!" Izuku smiled, his eyes sparkling, "I wish I had my notebook on me!"

Next up was a boy with a tail, and the girl who had been talking with Izuku seemed to be tapping parts of her body.

'Activating her quirk maybe? '

The boy finished first, just a bit faster than the girl.

"7.05 seconds!"

"7.15 seconds!"

"Well, at least it was better than middle school," the girl smiled to herself.

Then it was an odd blond-haired boy with a belt around his waist and the pink-skinned girl. Now that Izuku could see her closer, he could see her eyes were a familiar shade of yellow like Himiko's, but surrounding the pupil was a black sclera that made them pop in a different way from Himiko's.

"If we're allowed to use our quirks, then allow me to apologize in advance, mademoiselle, because you stand no chance against my flashy quirk!"

The girl seemed very annoyed at him as she removed her shoes and sat them to the side, "Whatever, dude."

"Ready? Start! "

The girl dashed forward first, and then her strides became more of a skating motion as her feet seemed to be secreting a viscous liquid. Just as Izuku thought she would win for sure, the blond boy shot past her a beam shooting out of the belt he wore.

Yet again, Izuku had assumed the winner of the raise wrongly when the boy's laser petered out, and he fell to the ground unceremoniously. The girl passed him before he could regain his lead.

"5.24 seconds!"

"5.51 seconds!"

"Next, seventeen and eighteen! Get over here," Mr. Aizawa yelled, getting Izuku's attention.

"Ah, yes, sir," Izuku called back very nervously.

Kacchan got ready beside Izuku, positioning his arms in a very weird way; Izuku readied himself, too, allowing One for All to fill his body and strengthen his legs.

'I can do this; thanks to Himiko's training, I'm way more aware of my body and how to use it effectively. That villain attacking us was bad, but it gave me a great insight into how to use One for All!'

"Ready? Start!"

Both Izuku and Kacchan shot forward, Izuku slamming onto his face after tripping, and Kacchan barely able to keep himself from having the same reaction.

"What the fuck?!" Kacchan yelled, looking at his hands, "Why isn't my quirk working?"

"Ow," Izuku winced, rubbing at his bruised knees.

Mr. Aizawa's surly voice caught their attention, "I canceled your quirk, Midoriya. Sorry, Bakugo, I guess you were too close to him while I was canceling his, and you got caught up in it."

"Huh? What the fuck?"

"W-Wait, you canceled our quirks? Y-You're Eraserhead, the erasure hero!"

"So you know who I am, whuppty doo. I saw you during that practical exam; that quirk of yours is too impractical. What good will you do if you shatter your legs in the first test? If your go-to strategy every time you get a little cornered is to shatter your limbs, then you'd be a liability on any team you ended up on. So you should quit."

Izuku looked down at his hands, scraping his nails through the dust on the ground, "M-my power isn't as wild as it was back then! I c-can control it now!"

Mr. Aizawa looked at Izuku very doubtfully. "You expect me to believe that in just under a month, you managed to get that impractical power to a usable standard? I highly doubt that either way, I gave you back your quirk. Get this over with. Either use your quirk and succeed or break your body and fail; it's up to you."

As Izuku and Kacchan readied themselves again, he could see Kacchan grinning at him out of the corner of his eye.

Izuku's mouth thinned into a determined line, One for All crackling around him again.

"Ready? Start!"

Izuku shot forward even as a cloud of smoke obscured his vision. Kacchan had both launched himself and blinded Izuku.

'That's not gonna stop me,' Izuku thought, sprinting all the harder, hearing Kacchan's explosions right beside him.

"What the fuck!" Kacchan yelled, noticing he hadn't completely overtaken Izuku

"Aaaah!" Izuku yelled, pushing his legs to go faster.

"4.13 meters!"

Izuku doubled over, his eyes closed and his hands over his knees. For a second, he just waited to hear the other score that he'd gotten. He hadn't heard the first result too long ago, so his time must have been right behind Kacchan's.

But then, a long silence met his panting, and he looked up, "What happened?"

Mr. Aizawa looked at him astonished and grinned widely. "You tied with Bakugou! I guess you weren't lying, kid!"

Izuku's wide, happy smile was almost immediately whipped from his face when Kacchan's fist came dangerously close to his head.

"I'm gonna kill you, Deku!"

Thankfully, the bandage-like scarf around Mr. Aizawa's neck encircled the angry boy.

"The fuck is this? Why the hell is your scarf so strong?"

"Because this is a carbon fiber and high-tensile steel capture weapon, you better stand down, Bakugo. I won't tolerate any fighting in my class! Now get back with the others and prepare for the other events."

"Tch," Kacchan clicked his tongue at Izuku, clearly wanting to beat him up, but for once, a teacher wasn't willing to turn a blind eye.

The next few tests whittled away at Izuku's stamina; keeping One for All running through his body continually made him very sore. It was like cleaning the beach for the first time all over again.

The standing long jump and the grip test had been some of his better scores due to the strength in his arms and legs, but it didn't help him very much with the toe touch, and it just barely helped with the side jumps. He'd nearly fallen over during the side-to-side jumps when he went too fast.

The softball throw was last, and then Izuku would know if he was going home or not. After all, he hadn't scored horribly on most of the tests, but he didn't have a score as impressive as the girl called Ururaka had gotten with her softball throw.

'Infinity? Seriously, I'm following that? Life is so unfair.'

Izuku sighed, stepping up to the pitch and catching the softball Mr. Aizawa threw him.

Izuku shifted his weight around, trying to find the proper throwing stance he'd learned in middle school. He mimed a few test throws, making sure his shoulders were loose.

'Alright, just one more time.'

Izuku summoned One for All to fill his body, spreading evenly at the wattage he knew he could handle, but the constant usage of the quirk made him very tired and sore all over. So, as he stepped forward, swinging his arm around and twisting his torso, he could feel his arm scream in agony when the ball was nearly released.

A jolt of agony went up his arm and down his spine, making him panic and send a bit too much force into the throw. A soft, tearing noise met his ears as the ball shot down the field in a slightly upward arc that gave more distance with his throwing style.

"700-meters!"

"Whoa, that was cool!"

"Yeah, he almost threw it as far as Bakugou!"

"Midoriya, did you break your arm," Mr. Aizawa asked, having heard the sound Izuku's arm had made.

Looking down at it, he didn't see the telltale limp mangled form his legs had become, but his muscle was shredded around his bicep and shoulder. The bones were intact, but he bet they'd come close to snapping, too.

"N-No sir," Izuku winced, showing his arm to the teacher. "I think I tore a muscle, though."

"All right, if you can, stick around while I show all of your rankings and see who's going home," Mr. Aizawa said, a smile that was a bit too wide on his face for what he'd just said.

1st. Momo Yaoyorozu

2nd. Shoto Todoroki

3rd. Katsuki Bakugou

4th. Izuku Midoriya

5th. Tenya Iida

6th. Fumikage Tokoyami

7th. Mezo Shouji

8th. Mashirao Ojiro

9th. Eijiro Kirishima

10th. Mina Ashido

11th. Ochako Uraraka

12th. Koji Koda

13th. Rikido Sato

14th. Tsuyu Asui

15th. Yuga Aoyama

16th. Hanta Sero

17th. Denji Kaminari

18th. Kyoka Jiro

19th. Toru Hagakure

20th. Minoru Mineta

Izuku was extremely surprised to find he was right below Kacchan. He was sure he was going to be near the bottom of the barrel. Whoever Mineta was, he was in a very bad spot at the moment.

"There you have it, Mineta, get out. I've noticed you haven't put any training in your body despite your stature. Any hero would try to give themselves every advantage possible, but you didn't even bother with the bare minimum of strength training at all. And Midoriya!"

"Y-Yes, sir?"

"If you hadn't gotten that power working, I have no doubt you'd be at the bottom of the list, and the only reason for that would've been the utter impracticality of your quirk compared to Mineta's. However, you were able to use your quirk in almost every test consistently; I took off a few points for the side jumps and the softball throw. But the throw should be obvious why you lost points; if you'd known your limits and told me, you would've scored the same as Bakugou and placed 3rd with him."

"T-Thank you, sir, I'll remember my limitations from now on," Izuku yelled, very happy he wouldn't be kicked out, but he was also feeling a little bad for Mineta. That was until he tried to, in his words, "cop a feel" on Yaoyorozu-San, making him very glad the pervert was gone.

"Now, everyone, go back to the locker rooms to change into your school clothes," Mr. Aizawa said until he saw Izuku trying to make his way with everyone else. Except you, Midoriya, take this note and get fixed up by the old lady."

"Oh, okay, thank you, sir."

The school day had been extremely tiring, especially after Recovery Girl had healed him with her quirk. He shuddered at the news that if she used her quirk on him when he was too hurt or tired, he'd just drop dead.

Thankfully, all of their classes had opportunities for them to introduce themselves and get the syllabus for each class so they could memorize the curriculum.

"Hello, Midoriya," said a friendly voice coming up on his right side, "I hope your arm is better."

"Oh, hey, Iida! Yeah, Recovery Girl fixed it good as new; I've just gotta take it easy with my quirk for the rest of the day."

"Well, that's good news. I'm glad you'll make a full recovery," he said, chopping his hand in the air very stiffly.

"Hey guys," Said an enthusiastic girl's voice to Izuku's left, startling him. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you!"

"Hey, you're the infinity girl," Iida remarked very rudely.

"Hey, that's a little embarrassing; my name's Ochako Uraraka, so call me that! And you two are… Tenya Iida and Deku Midoriya, right?"

"W-What? T-That's not my name!" Izuku shouted, hoping the awful name hadn't caught on.

"Oh, but that's what Bakugo yelled at you earlier, "right?"

"H-He calls me that as an insult; it's because the last kanji of my name can be read as useless."

"That is horrible! How could a boy like that make it into the hero course of U.A.," Iida asked, very outraged.

"Because he's so amazing, I hate to admit it, but Kacchan's quirk is really powerful, and he has great control over it. He might not look like it, but he's really smart, too, and he's always been physically fit."

"You kinda sound like you idolize the guy," Uraraka said very confusedly.

He'd grown accustomed to analyzing quirks and users and just stating the facts about them. Even if he didn't particularly like the person, he would always assess their abilities fairly.

"It's not that; I've just known him for most of my life. We used to be friends when we were kids, but when I was younger, I thought I was quirkless, and he got really bad when he learned that. If I'm being honest, I hate Kacchan a lot."

Izuku remembered Kacchan telling him to kill himself the day he had tried; the thought made him clench his fist angrily.

"Well, I like Deku; it sounds kinda similar to Dekiru; it means you're able to do anything!"

Izuku smiled at the girl but shook his head, a sharp gaze in his eyes, "I appreciate it, Uraraka-san, but I'd really rather not hear that name from anyone's mouth if I can help it. Kacchan isn't going to stop anytime, though, but I hate his guts already."

"Hmm, I'm wondering Midoriya. Why do you call him such an endearing nickname if you dislike him so much?

"Cause I know it pisses him off," Izuku grinned at the two.

The uncharacteristic way Izuku answered seemed to make the other two students crack up into loud laughter.

"W-What? What did I say?" Izuku asked, confused.

"I-It's just y-you said that w-with the smuggest s-smile," Uraraka laughed, clutching her stomach.

"I-It was quite humorous," Iida laughed very robotically, causing Izuku and Uraraka to break out into even more laughter.

"A-Alright guys, I-I'm headed this way," Uraraka wheezed, heading toward the train station.

"Yes, I'll be off as well," Iida nodded, heading down a side road.

"See you guys tomorrow," Izuku waved to them both, heading toward his own train station.

'I wonder what we're gonna have for dinner tonight,' Izuku thought as he approached his apartment building after having taken his train home. A smile spread across his face as he thought about the day's events. 'I did well in the quirk assessment test! I'm gonna tell Himiko; maybe she'll even give me a kiss in return. Oh, who am I kidding? She'd kiss me anyway.'

"Mom! Himiko! Eri! I'm ho—" A hard double tackle nearly sent Izuku down to the ground. Two pairs of arms grabbed him around the waist and legs, dragging him down.

"Izu," yelled a pair of voices, making him wince at the volume.

"Why can't you two just greet me normally like Mom?" Izuku scolded, picking Eri up with one arm and hugging Himiko with the other. As they hugged, Eri joined in being squished between the two teens.

"That's no fun, Izu," Himiko whined, grinning at him. "I love seeing your flustered face when I hug you!"

"D-Don't you think I'll just get used to it eventually?"

"Funny thing, I've been doing it for a few months now, and you're still not used to it," she teased, poking his burning face.

"Stop teasing Izu, momma!" Eri yelled, hugging Izuku's red face.

"M-Momma? Why are you calling Himiko that?"

"Cause momma said to call her momma," she giggled, looking at Izuku as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Izuku shot Himiko a very piercing stare that made the girl squirm." What? I only want you to call me Himi-chan. Besides, Eri is our baby, so if anything, she should call you Papa. Not Izu."

If his face hadn't been red before, it was practically a fire hydrant now, and Eri's nod and next words made his brain almost shut down, "yeah! If momma is momma, then Izu is papa!"

Izuku sank to the ground, setting Eri on her feet. He curled up, his head between his knees, and he let out a very embarrassing squeak. He could swear steam was pluming up from him.

"Huh? Momma, what's wrong with Papa," Eri asked very innocently.

"Aaaaaaaah," Izuku's mortified shout at her words was very funny to Himiko, but she figured she could give him a break.

"It's nothing, Eri. Let's get Izu up and get him some food," Himiko came over to Izuku, her bare feet whispering along the ground. "Your mom made katsudon. I know it's your favorite!~"

Izuku nodded after a little while, allowing Himiko to pull him up to his feet and make their way with Eri to the dinner table.

"Oh! Hi papa! Did you have a good day at school?" Izuku's mom greeted him as she caught sight of him with Himiko and Eri.

"Not you, too," Izuku whined, sinking into a chair at the table. Eri looked up at him and did the universal sign for wanting to be picked up. So he obliged the girl and placed her on his lap, running his fingers through her hair.

"How am I not supposed to make comments when you do things like that?" She shot back, plating a few servings of the food for everyone.

"If you don't wanna be a papa, stop acting like one," Himiko shot at him as she sat in the seat to his left, allowing her to pat Eri's head while they waited.

"All jokes aside, how was your first day, sweetie?" his mom asked, bringing over a plate for Eri and Himiko first, then hers and Izuku's.

"It wasn't too bad. We did a quirk assessment test, and I placed fourth, right below Kacchan!"

"Ugh, why'd you have to get lower than that jerk? And why do you still call him that," Himiko asked, annoyed on Izuku's behalf.

"Mr. Aizawa said I only didn't tie with him because I tore my arm muscles during the softball throw," Izuku absently said, cutting Eri's pork cutlet for her. "And I call him that 'cause I know it pisses him off a lot."

"You tore your arm muscles?!" Himiko yelled very worriedly, but it was a bit colored by the blush on her cheeks. No doubt she was thinking about how he had looked when injured. Himiko didn't exactly want him to get hurt because it worried her greatly, but her quirk made her have a preference for wounds so she could access the blood.

She scooted closer to Izuku, examining both of his arms before frowning. "Neither of your arms looks bad. Does it hurt?"

"Oh, Recovery Girl patched me up in the nurse's office. So I'm fine," Izuku smiled after finishing cutting Eri's pork and letting her dig in.

"Recovery Girl, huh?" A mischievous grin spread across her face, "Did it excite you getting personal care from a hot nurse hero?

Izuku shuddered, looking at Himiko very seriously. "Recovery Girl is seventy years old, and I'm good."

"Hahaha," Himiko laughed at the ridiculous face Izuku was making, "w-well don't worry, papa, I've got a spare nurse outfit laying around somewhere we can use."

"H-Himiko! Not in front of Mom and Eri!"

"So that means when we're not around is fine?" His mom asked, raising an eyebrow.

Izuku just blushed, turning to eat his own food before it got cold.

'Things are so much more lively with Himiko and Eri around,' Izuku smiled, remembering the quiet and depressing days from middle school that hadn't been so long ago.

Himiko's warm fingers held his as she grinned at him. He smiled back, squeezing her fingers.