BNHA: Singularity

After a short train and taxi ride, Izuku found himself on a private road circling a massive gated estate, complete with its own forest, a private lake, and a European-style mansion that kind of reminded Izuku of the White House.
"I wonder if I could afford something like this..." muttered Izuku. Then, immediately dismissing such thoughts, he pressed the intercom on the ornate sliding gate bearing the name 'Yaoyorozu.' A few seconds later, a female voice asked, "Yes, how may I be of assistance?"
Since he didn't recognize the voice, Izuku presumed it to be one of Yaoyorozu's servants, answering, "My name is Izuku Midoriya. I'm here to attend the Class 1-A Post-Festival Celebration."
Without hesitation, the voice responded, "Ah, yes, Ojou-sama has been expecting you. Please wait there or walk along the main road leading to the estate. One of the servants will arrive shortly to escort you."
"That won't be necessary," replied Izuku, adding, "I'll be there in a few seconds."
"Then someone will be at the front door to receive you," responded the woman, promptly cutting the connection the moment she was finished.
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As Izuku was the last to arrive, the other members of Class 1-A, sans Todoroki, were waiting for him in an enormous dining room housing a large fireplace, multiple chandeliers, and a rectangular table more than 20m in length.
"Oh, hey, Midoriya-kun! It's about time the man of the hour showed up!" exclaimed Kirishima, the first to notice Izuku's entrance.
Spurred by Kirishima's remark, most of the other members of Class 1-A offered greetings of their own. Yaoyorozu, in particular, came right up to him, smiling radiantly as she said, "Welcome to my family's Summer Villa, Midoriya-kun. It pleases me that you were able to make it."
Resisting the urge to ask if this was really just the Yaoyorozu Family's Summer dwelling, Izuku returned a smile of his own, responding, "I'm thankful for the opportunity. Both to be here and to see you in casual clothes. Very nice."
Contrasting the school uniform Izuku usually saw her in, Yaoyorozu was wearing a short-sleeved red polo over some white, formfitting shorts that displayed most of her creamy white legs and thighs. She liked to be able to use her Quirk at a moment's notice, so short-sleeve shirts, shorts, and skirts were her go-tos when it came to casual wear.
Cupping her right cheek, Yaoyorozu exuded a bit of 'ara-ara' energy as she said, "Oh, Midoriya-kun. Ever quick with the compliments, I see. Not that I don't appreciate them~."
Raising his brows slightly, Izuku remarked, "I see you're in a particularly bubbly mood today."
Adopting a radiant smile like a cool Summer day, Yaoyorozu explained, "This is the first time I've brought friends over. The mansion is usually very quiet, so it's nice to have so many people present."
As her Grandfather was part of I-Island's Board of Directors, and her parents were constantly traveling around the world to support various humanitarian efforts, Yaoyorozu often lived alone. She wouldn't describe herself as lonely, as there were servants and aides to tend to her every need, but she couldn't help being happy to have friends over. So much so that she seemed to be exuding a subtle yet incredibly bouncy 'glow.'
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With the celebration wrapping up around 5 PM and the return trip taking around half an hour, Izuku and Toru were, unfortunately, unable to go out for karaoke. They also lived in different directions, so when Yaoyorozu was preparing cabs for everyone to return, Izuku ended up sharing a ride with Ochaco. She lived in a rent-free apartment provided by the school for 'low-income' students, so she lived fairly close to the campus, only a single train stop away.
As the cabs Yaoyorozu rented were all luxury shuttles(black, armor-plated limousines), Ochaco was visibly nervous as she sat across from Izuku, awkwardly pointing out, "I knew Yaoyorozu-san was suuuuper rich, but knowing something is quite a bit different from experiencing it directly. I never thought I'd have the chance to try caviar during a celebration with classmates..."
Hearing Ochaco's comment, the thought of annulling her family's debts briefly appeared in Izuku's mind. However, as he had already decided to leave it to the Principal, and because he didn't want Ochaco to feel even more indebted to him, he quickly suppressed it, stating, "It was quite the experience. Though, if I'm being honest, I would rather live in a medium-sized home with my family than some mansion. Unless they're a pro, no person 'needs' a private tennis court..."
Regaining her usually bubbly smile, Ochaco replied, "I know, right? It all seems so...extra. My goal when I became a Hero was to ensure my family could live happily without worrying about money. But that...just the house tour left me completely exhausted..."
"Yeah, it was a little excessive," responded Izuku. Then, as Ochaco had brought it up, he asked, "Is your goal really just to provide for your family? If that's the case, you could probably make more money as an assistant researcher on I-Island than a Pro Hero. Humanity may not be making any meaningful progress into space right now, but a Quirk like yours would be a tremendous asset for testing equipment and conditioning astronauts for spacewalks."
Blinking several times, Ochaco's brain seemed to be working overtime for a few seconds before she rubbed the back of her head, an awkward smile returning to her face as she admitted, "You know, I never even thought of that..."
Regaining a bit of her vigor, Ochaco pumped her fist and added, "Though, now that I've decided to become a Hero, I intend to see it through to the end!"
Nodding in approval, a somewhat affectionate smile tinged Izuku's face as he said, "That's great. Your power is super useful for helping people, and with adequate Support items, you could easily become one of the top female Heroes."
Reverting to her awkward state, like there was some kind of switch for it in her mind, Ochaco exhaled a nervous laugh, once again rubbing the back of her head as she said, "Let's hope the agency that accepts me has those kinds of resources. Support items are pretty expensive, especially if you have them custom-made..."
"There's no denying that," said Izuku. "However, I don't think you'll have any problems. If you befriend someone from the Support Department or become good friends with Yaoyorozu-san, you're good to go."
Though he was tempted to point out that she could also join the agency he intended to create, Izuku left that for a later date. Ochaco was one of the girls crushing on him the hardest, so if he suddenly asked if she wanted to be a part of his future team, it would presumably become her entire motivation. In other words, if things didn't work out between them, it could derail her entire career.
"I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it..." admitted Ochaco. "I just don't think I could take advantage of someone's friendship like that. If Yaoyorozu-san suddenly started gifting me expensive items or clothes, I think my brain might short-circuit..."
"I can totally see that," mused Izuku, exhaling a light chuckle as Ochaco slightly puffed her cheeks. The latter had spent much of her life wanting nothing more than to ensure her family was happy and healthy, so money was more of a burden to her than something she genuinely desired. It just so happened that money was 'necessary' to guarantee those two things, so, like most people living at or below the middle-class line, Ochaco had no choice but to pursue it.
Shifting the conversation in a beneficial direction, for both of them, Izuku suggested, "How about this? Remember me mentioning having you help with the development of Support items? If you help Mei-san and me with developing new equipment, we can provide you the prototypes for Field Testing. I'm thinking of creating a trademark in the future, so you could even become the brand's Poster Girl. You're certainly cute enough."
With Izuku reminding her of their conversation the previous day, Ochaco's thoughts began to meander. She was listening to what he was saying, but her primary concern was the agreement they had made. When she looked up Mirko costumes online, even the cheapest one cost more than a million Yen. Unless she settled for a cheap Halloween knock-off, she had no idea how she would afford one...
"You still with me, Ochaco-san?" asked Izuku, noticing the former's blank stare.
Coming back to her senses, Ochaco smiled awkwardly and replied, "Yeah, sorry about that, Izuku-kun. I got a little distracted. But yeah, if you think I'll be able to help, I'd be happy to lend my assistance. I don't know much about engineering or Support items, but I'll do my best!"
Witnessing Ochaco regain her vigor for the umpteenth time, Izuku's smile softened into an appreciative look. He also had a good idea why her mind had wandered, so he surprised her by saying, "I sent in the order for your Mirko outfit last night. I'm looking forward to seeing you try it on."
"Eh...?"
Overcoming her initial confusion, Ochaco's face began to turn red as she waved her hands in front of her and exclaimed, "No, no, no, that wasn't a part of our agreement! I'm supposed to be 'rewarding' you, not the other way around...!"
Raising his brows, Izuku countered, "Are you kidding me? I get to see a cute girl wear a bunny outfit in private. That's an opportunity some would pay an arm and a leg for."
Preempting Ochaco's response, Izuku added, "Don't get too excited. To be honest, I actually bought multiple versions of the outfit since I didn't know which would fit you. If any of the other girls in our Class are foolish enough to make a wager with me, I was planning to distribute them over time. Who knows, maybe a day will come when I get to see everyone in a bunny girl costume? Hahahaha~"
Adopting a somewhat accusatory, pouty expression, Ochaco narrowed her eyes at Izuku and asked, "You really like Mirko-san, don't you, Izuku-kun...?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Izuku admitted, "Well, she is my favorite Pro Heroine. It would be significantly stranger if I didn't."
"Then if she offers you an internship, will you accept it?" asked Ochaco.
Since it wasn't something he could keep a secret, Izuku revealed, "She has, and I already have."
Blinking in surprise, Ochaco needed a moment to process Izuku's words before asking, "Wait, seriously? But isn't Mirko super famous for being a Solo Hero? As far as I'm aware, she doesn't even have an Agency. How are you supposed to intern with her?"
"Who knows?" answered Izuku. "She approached me after the Sports Festival and asked if I wanted to intern with her, so I accepted without hesitation. As for what I'll be doing for the internship? She said she was going to show me the ropes of being a Solo Hero."
With Izuku being the winner of the Sports Festival, Ochaco wasn't too surprised to learn a Hero had approached him directly. She did, however, feel a peculiar sense of 'urgency.' She doubted anything would happen, but with Mirko being Izuku's favorite Heroine, the chances weren't zero that something might.
Catching Izuku a little off guard, Ochaco abruptly asked, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
Without actually waiting for Izuku to respond, Ochaco moved from her seat and plopped down next to him with zero distance between them. There was space for up to five people on the long leather seat, but she elected to sit right next to him, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she gazed up at him and asked, "How soon until the costume arrives?"
Though he hadn't actually placed the order yet, Izuku confidently replied, "It should arrive sometime tonight or tomorrow morning." Any competent Support Company had priority and overnight shipping, so if he forked over an additional fee, Izuku was certain they could get it to him within a few hours.
Adopting a broad smile, Ochaco said, "Then it's settled. Unless you have something better to do, bring them to school, and then we can go over to my place to try them on. I'm worried you'll think the costume looks dumb on me after you spend time with the actual Mirko, so this is the best time to try it out."
Without hesitation, Izuku replied, "Sounds good to me. But I am a little curious about something..."
Tilting her head to the side, Ochaco asked, "What is it...?" with an innocent look.
Turning his face to meet Ochaco's gaze completely, Izuku's smile gained a hint of playfulness as he asked, "Did you really need to sit next to me to say this?"
Instead of answering Izuku's question, Ochaco adopted an expression akin to an abandoned puppy as she asked, "Can I not sit next to you...?"
Shaking his head, Izuku's smile softened as he replied, "On the contrary. I'm glad you did..." before holding out his left hand, palm-side up. Ochaco was a little confused by his actions at first, but after several seconds had passed, she blushingly linked her fingers through his for the remainder of the car ride...
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With his house being located on the campus, Izuku was able to take his time eating and preparing for his day before heading to class.
"Good morning, Yaoyorozu-san," said Izuku, finding the ever-reliable Class Representative waiting for him when he arrived.
Adopting her usual smile, Yaoyorozu replied, "Good morning to you as well, Izuku-kun. I trust you and Uraraka-san were able to return home without incident?"
Nodding his head, Izuku answered, "For the most part," before adding, "Thanks, by the way. Both for the cab ride home and allowing us to use your home for the celebration."
Shaking her head, Yaoyorozu asserted, "No need. Even if I weren't the Class Representative, I would have opened my home to everyone. Since I am, it was only natural to suggest hosting the party there."
Offering a second nod, Izuku made a few more comments before he and Yaoyorozu began preparing for Homeroom. There wasn't much to do, as they were returning from an extended break, but it never hurt to stay on top of things...
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With morning classes passing without incident, Izuku was seated with the boys from his Class, discussing the upcoming internships, when Kaminari, as usual, changed the subject to the girls, remarking, "Say, Midoriya-kun, I noticed you sitting at the girls' table during the Sports Festival's lunch break. Seriously, man, how are you on such good terms with them? When Mineta and I asked if we could eat together, they practically chased us away!"
"We've been over this," replied Izuku. "I haven't done anything special to win them over, so there's nothing much I can say. As for you and Mineta-kun, your problem is that you're too eager and openly perverted. If it had anything to do with our looks, you'd be fairly popular."
"Come on, man. There 'has' to be more to it than that," asserted Kaminari. "You're clearly doing something right, so share your wisdom with the rest of us single dogs."
With nearly everyone's attention focused on him, Izuku closed his eyes and exhaled a faint sigh before reasserting, "I don't have any secrets, but if you want my advice on relationships, I can share it."
Leaning forward with his elbows on the table, Kaminari remarked, "Now we're talking." with great anticipation.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Izuku explained, "Any lasting, or, at the very least, meaningful relationship is built atop a foundation of friendship. As for the actual building blocks, a healthy relationship requires passion, shared interests, and security. If you only look at women and think, 'man, she's cute; I really want to date her,' you're already undermining yourself. While attraction is important, if you lack a shared interest or can't provide for one another's mental, physical, and emotional needs, the relationship is doomed to fail."
Staring directly at Kaminari, Izuku added, "Your problem is you only care about 'being' in a relationship, not its quality. That, combined with the fact you act like a pervert, makes you seem unreliable and self-centered. Most girls seek partners that can provide for or support them emotionally. Keep thinking about your own wants and needs, and even if you get a girlfriend, they won't be with you long."
Scratching his head, Kaminari's expression became somewhat awkward as he said, "Damn, Midoriya-kun, that's harsh. I appreciate the advice, but you don't hold back, do you?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Izuku replied, "What did you expect? I mean, we are students of UA. Giving it our all and then going even further beyond is kind of our whole schtick. Plus Ultra, and all that."
Before Kaminari could respond to his words, Izuku looked around the table, adding, "I'm not some love guru, but if you ever need my advice, feel free to ask. I can at least give it to you straight."
Responding to Izuku's 'provocation,' Mineta, with a somewhat resentful look on his face, said, "It would be easier if you just told us what the girls liked. You spend so much time with them; you must know something that could be useful to the rest of us."
Resisting the urge to tell Mineta to fuck off, Izuku just shook his head, maintaining a relaxed smile as he replied, "Learning about the person you like and getting to know them personally is part of becoming friends with them. If you stop staring at the girls as objects of desire and start treating them as potential friends, everything becomes much easier."
Deciding he had had enough of talking about the girls, Izuku shifted his attention to Tokoyami, saying, "Anyways, Tokoyami-kun, you said you got a referral from the No. 3 Hero, Hawks, right? That's awesome, man. Based on what I heard, Hawks is one of the most efficient Heroes in the biz. He rarely leaves his patrol area, but things are super peaceful there thanks to his presence."
Nodding his crow-like head, Tokoyami replied, "Indeed. I was honestly a little surprised since I suffered such a crushing defeat in the tournament. I just hope I'll be able to live up to his expectations."
Returning a nod of his own, Izuku asserted, "You'll be fine. Your Quirk is one of the most versatile in the entire Class. Just being able to fly gives you a massive advantage over most people, so once you master wearing your Dark Shadow as a veil, you'll become a lot stronger."
"I appreciate the vote of confidence," replied Tokoyami, his beak forming a smile as he added, "If you had not encouraged me to delve deeper into the abyss, I might never have realized my full potential."
Waving his hand in front of his face, Izuku refuted Tokoyami's words, assuring him he would have reached a similar conclusion in time. Then, as was often the case when he spent time with the boys in his Class, Izuku passed the lunch break talking about how each of them, himself included, could improve...
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With the bell ringing to announce the start of afternoon classes, Aizawa arrived in the classroom with his usual deadpan expression and haggard appearance. Everyone fell silent as he entered, remaining that way until he reached the podium at the front of the room, revealing, "There will be no training this afternoon. Instead, in preparation for your internships, you will be choosing Hero names."
Hearing that they would finally be choosing their Hero names, everyone in the Class became excited. Well, almost everyone. Izuku still hadn't come up with a Hero name he was satisfied with, so his enthusiasm was lacking compared to his classmates. Fortunately, he knew what came next, so the smile on his face was genuine.
Shortly after Aizawa showed the breakdown of everyone's intern referrals and began discussing the importance of picking a proper Hero name, the door to the classroom slid open, followed by the appearance of Midnight shouting, "Because if you fail to pick a proper name, it'll be Hell from then on!"
Contrasting the excitement of the other boys in Class, Izuku maintained a faint smile, sitting contentedly at his desk in the back of the room until he noticed Midnight looking directly at him. It was only for a brief moment, but he was certain their gazes had met before the buxom, raven-haired Heroine took over at the front of the class, explaining, "Your Hero name is effectively your brand. It's what people all across the world will come to know you as, so choosing a name that reflects your Heroic principles is of paramount importance. Fail to pick a proper one, or have your name given to you by the public, and it could haunt you your entire career."
Nodding his head, Aizawa added, "The way your futures end up depends heavily on your Hero names. As they say, 'names and natures often agree.' All Might is a good example of this, as his name not only reflects strength but it's also a play on the phrase, 'everything is going to be all right.' Thus giving rise to his most iconic catchphrase."
Taking over for Aizawa, Midnight raised her hand and enthusiastically exclaimed, "Everything will be all right! Why, you ask? Because All Might is here!"
Though All Might was not, in fact, present, nearly everyone in the Class clapped in response to Midnight's outburst. Shortly after, Aizawa left the classroom, leaving the R-Rated Heroine in charge of helping the students pick their Hero names...
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With classes letting out much earlier than usual, Izuku politely refused an invitation from Ojiro and Shoji to hit the gym. He would have liked to, but he already had a prior engagement. Thus, when everyone began to head home, he pretended to do the same, accompanying Tsuyu and Ochaco to the station. Then, after seeing Tsuyu off, Izuku and Ochaco boarded a train together, making their way to the latter's apartment, a fairly simple dwelling with a single bedroom and a bath.
Rubbing the back of her head, Ochaco, appearing 'very' nervous, said, "Sorry if it's a bit cramped. I also don't have much furniture, but you can sit on my bed if you'd like..."
Making Ochaco even more embarrassed, Izuku took a whiff of the air and remarked, "It smells like you," before providing a bit of relief as he added, "It's a very pleasant aroma."
Exhaling a sigh, Ochaco patted her chest a few times before doing her best to perk up as she asked, "So, did you bring them? You didn't forget them at school, did you?"
"Of course not," replied Izuku, removing his backpack and opening it to reveal several vacuum-sealed packages. Ochaco's face paled when she noticed they were from the company that produced Mirko's actual Hero costume, but she did her best not to panic, snatching Izuku's backpack as she stammered, "J-Just give me a moment..." before rushing into the bathroom.
As the costumes he had purchased were around &yen;9,000,000 a piece, Izuku wasn't even remotely surprised by Ochaco's reaction. He could have bought a much cheaper variety, but he believed it might receive some 'additional benefits' if he got his hands on the real deal. He might not want Ochaco to feel indebted to him, but feelings of 'appreciation' were always welcome...
While Ochaco was busy getting changed, Izuku resisted the urge to look around her room and settled on her bed. However, instead of sitting, he shamelessly laid down, placing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes in preparation for a short nap. When he heard the shower turn on a few minutes later, that was precisely what he did. After all, it would be at least half an hour before Ochaco got changed and mustered the courage to come outside...
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Rousing Izuku from his slumber, the timid voice of Ochaco called out, "I-Izuku-kun...?" in a hesitant tone.
"Hmmm...?"
Opening his eyes, Izuku was tempted to feign ignorance and pretend like he didn't know what was going on, but he immediately changed his mind when he saw Ochaco. He had expected her to look good in Mirko's outfit. After all, it was a 'very' well-designed Hero garb. However, while that was certainly the case, it was more accurate to say she was adorable...almost unreasonably so...
Seeing the stunned look on Izuku's face, some of Ochaco's nervousness began to fade away, allowing her to smile bashfully as she said, "Sorry for taking so long. My...my body was a bit sweaty due to nerves, so I decided to take a quick shower before getting changed..."
Blushing at the admission of her nervousness, Ochaco promptly decided to change topics, stammering, "A-Anyways...how do I look? I don't think it suits me that well, but...well, since it's your reward, I guess it only matters what you think...Izuku-kun?"
As Izuku was still in an open-mouthed stupor, Ochaco began to get a little worried. Fortunately, repeating his name was enough to break the spell he was under, prompting him to express, "You look amazing." with the most sincere, wide-eyed look he could manage. Then, as important things were best repeated, he added, "Like...really, really amazing...it's almost ridiculous..."
Not expecting such heavy praise, Ochaco's face became redder each time Izuku called her amazing. She was still super embarrassed to be wearing such a tight and revealing costume, but she was happy to have gone through with it. It made what came next much easier...
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Without waiting for anyone to respond, the bunny-eared woman, Mirko, focused her gaze on Izuku, asking, "So, you're the brat who wants to be my intern?"
Recovering from his stupor, Izuku became serious, answering, "Yes." in a firm tone.
Crossing her arms and nodding, Mirko left Izuku at a momentary loss as she asked, "You wearing anything under those pants?"
Before Izuku could respond, Nezu interjected, stating, "Miss Mirko, please do not sexually harass my students. Even if you simply wish to check the muscle definition of his legs, now is neither the time nor the place for you to do so."
Clicking her tongue, Mirko asked, "What's the problem?" before giving her muscular thigh a slap, adding, "Female Heroes are pretty much expected to show off our legs, not to mention our other assets. I just want to see if he's worth the time I'll have to spend away from defeating villains. I don't have time to babysit a brat."
Preempting Nezu's response, Izuku surprised the mouse-like Principal and Toshinori alike by unfastening his belt and promptly dropping his trousers. His primary focus during his training was running, core, and leg exercises, so he was confident in their definition and tone.
Adopting her characteristically predatory grin, Mirko mused, "Oh? You're a bold one, aren't you? Now, flex! I want to see those quads on the verge of bursting...!"
Before complying with Mirko's demands, Izuku turned to Nezu, smiling wryly as he said, "Sorry if I damage your office..." before channeling the power of One-for-All into his legs. He was pretty sure Mirko was trying to get a feel for his power, so he settled for a multiplier he could hold for a few seconds, amplifying his physical attributes by 200x as he flexed the muscles in his thighs.
Though the definition of Izuku's thighs wasn't lacking before, their size increased quite a bit. More impressively, a discernible shockwave spread through the room, creating a wind pressure that smacked Mirko's smiling face while simultaneously snapping the elastic bands of his boxer briefs' leg holes.
Not light with her praise, Mirko candidly remarked, "You've got some juicy thighs, kiddo. Like something straight out of a two-piece meal. But check these puppies out...!"
Striking a pose like a bodybuilder, hands behind her head and abdominal muscles on full display, Mirko flexed her thighs to their limits, producing a shockwave of her own as her already meaty altars inflated by nearly thirty percent their original size.
("Holy shit...") though Izuku, his eyes wide and visibly bulging from their sockets.
Seemingly satisfied with Izuku's response, Mirko gave a prideful 'hmph' before adopting a more relaxed posture, arms crossed and chest slightly puffed out as she stated, "You still have a long way to go. Though, since you're a guy, I suppose that's your limit. Any bigger, and you'll crush your balls and have to deal with chafing."
Inserting himself back into the conversation, Nezu's expression and tone were chastising as he muttered, "Miss Mirko..." in a warning tone.
Waving her hand dismissively, Mirko replied, "Yeah, yeah, I know." Then, focusing her gaze on Izuku, she added, "You show promise, kid. You don't strike me as one of those wannabe Heroes who can't accomplish anything without boring strategies or greater numbers. A bonafide power-type that overwhelms his enemies with raw, unadulterated strength...!"
Without giving Izuku a chance to respond, Mirko nodded, seemingly in response to her own assertion, before adding, "I've made up my mind! If it's just a week, I don't mind showing you the ropes and teaching you how a Solo Hero performs their duties. Once your internships start, head over to Okunoshima, the island East of Hiroshima and North of Omishima. You can get there via ferry, swimming, or, if you're really hot shit, leaping over to it directly. I don't bother keeping track of dates and stuff, so just walk around the forest or busy yourself with training. I'll eventually notice you."
Finished with what she had to say, Mirko turned away, quipping, "See you when I see you, chicken legs," as she sauntered out of the room. Izuku's eyes nearly lowered to take in her half-exposed, exceptionally toned ass cheeks, but having snuck a peek at Mirko's status, he figured it probably wasn't the wisest idea...
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Name: [Rumi Usagiyama]
Quirk: Rabbit
Current Level: 83
Effective Level: 219
[Attributes]
Strength: 388
Agility: 442
Vitality: 647
Intelligence: 39
Dexterity: 460
Luck: 219
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Though Mirko was as dumb as a brick, her Level and physical attributes were among the highest Izuku had seen. However, as her Quirk, Rabbit, was a Mutation-type, he wasn't too surprised. Such quirks impacted the physical appearance, physique, and, in many cases, the personalities of those who possessed them. The latter was especially true for those with Quirks related to animals, as they often inherited the habits and 'instincts' of the animals they represented.
As he was focused on the information about Mirko's Rabbit Quirk, Izuku didn't hear the Principal calling out to him until Toshinori placed a hand on his shoulder, saying, "You should probably pull up your trousers..." with an awkward smile on his face...
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With one of Nezu's 'surprises' being that they had already contacted his mother and had a professional moving company relocate all their stuff, Izuku made his way to what would be his new abode, presumably until the dorms were built.
Staring up at the modern, two-story villa the school and prepared for him and his mother, Izuku couldn't help thinking, ("That beautiful little chimera is way too awesome...")
Though the outside was somewhat spartan, having white walls, dark grey windows, and a shingled roof, Izuku could easily imagine the house going for &yen;400-500 million based on his market research. The total flooring area came out to around 340 square meters, but if he included the garage-like workshop Nezu had prepared for him, it was closer to 400.
Resisting the urge to check out the workshop immediately, Izuku pressed his hand to the biometric scanner next to the front door. UA recorded the biometric data of each of its students, for a variety of reasons, so Izuku's profile was already saved to the house's state-of-the-art security system. Thus, after a second or two had passed, Izuku's excellent hearing let him pick up on a series of mechanical clicks, followed by the front door sliding open with a hissing sound. When he inspected the door's profile, it was at least 8cm thick and had at least six layers. Also, much like a vault, instead of a simple latch, it had several thick bars that protruded from the top and bottom of the door, fixing it in place when closed.
Before Izuku could finish investigating the building's security, the sound of someone running reached his ears, followed by his mother flying down the stairs, shouting, "Izuku-chan! Look at our new home...!" with tears and a bit of snot streaming down her face.
After Izuku's 'rejection,' the effort Inko put into her yoga and calisthenics had diminished. She still exercised for around twenty minutes each day, but she had become noticeably plumper, particularly around her ass and thighs. It was impossible to call her fat. Rather, as she snuggled against him and gave him a big hug, Izuku was briefly reminded of Toru...
Suppressing that notion before an accident could occur, Izuku returned his mother's embrace, giving her a firm squeeze and patting her back a few times before loosening his hold. She continued embracing him for a while longer, but after calming down, she abruptly became excited before dragging him around for a house tour. This included a large living room, a restaurant-quality kitchen, a small laundry room, an onsen-like bath, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a loft, an in-ground pantry that led to a panic room, and, of course, Izuku's private workshop, rigged with enough state-of-the-art equipment that Mei would probably try to sneak her name into the Midoriya Family register...
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With school being closed the day after the Sports Festival, Izuku had nothing to do but lounge about. Nezu had given him a glimpse of the funds he had access to, assets exceeding ten-trillion Yen, so he no longer had any need to earn money. Rather, if his net worth were made public, he would be one of the richest people in the world. Ten trillion Yen was equivalent to seventy-seven billion USD, so unless he began spending like a madman or made some extremely terrible investments, he couldn't even put a dent in the interest he was collecting...
As Izuku was pondering making a few anonymous donations to some in-need charities, his phone vibrated. This was fairly normal, but the moment he heard it, Izuku's eyes widened as he leaped from his bed, grabbing his phone and checking it within three seconds.
Seeing several messages asking where he was, a wry smile developed across Izuku's face as he remembered his promise to celebrate with his classmates. The various surprises Nezu had given him the day before, not to mention his very peculiar meeting with Mirko, had caused him to forget. However, before hopping in the shower, washing up, and getting dressed, Izuku's eyes gleamed as he noticed the DMs from Toru, complete with a little paper clip icon that denoted she had sent him an attachment.
Feeling a knot form in his throat, Izuku swallowed it down before opening the message with a fair amount of expectation. To his surprise, instead of an image, the attached file had an MP4 extension. In other words, it was a video...
Staring intently at his screen, Izuku scanned his fingerprint and waited for the video to load. Once it had, the familiar sight of Toru's pink room came into view, specifically focused on her bed. More noticeable, however, was the lingerie floating atop it, an incredibly racy set of white lace that looked like something a girl would wear during their honeymoon, complete with a garter belt and stockings to highlight Toru's legs.
"Are you watching this, Izuku?" asked the Toru from the video, prompting Izuku to lower the volume of his phone as a precaution.
"My body has been burning up since this afternoon..." explained Toru, adding, "It's embarrassing to admit, but I regret not taking things further. That's why I've decided to start a new training regimen. Would you like to see how far I've come...?"
Since Izuku obviously couldn't answer her, Toru sat up, placing her phone on a stabilizer at the edge of her bed. Then, with her legs spread in an M-pose, the outline of a hand entered her panties, seemingly trying to get at something rather than simply touching herself.
Just as Izuku's curiosity peaked, Toru pulled out something clear from her panties, holding it up to reveal a small, crystal-clear dildo with a T-shaped stopper.
"It's a bit small," remarked Toru, her voice exuding a sonorous undertone. "But I don't want to risk damaging something that ought to be torn by the boy I like..."
Though it was difficult to determine exactly what she was doing, Izuku imagined Toru had brought the dildo up to her lips as the top half abruptly disappeared. When it reappeared a few seconds later, accompanied by a loud 'pop,' Toru seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, "If you're not busy right now, I could sneak out or tell my parents I'm going to meet up with some friends from school...then, instead of practicing on my own, we could 'train' together..."
Pausing the video to check when Toru had sent it, an exasperated sigh emanated from Izuku's throat when he noticed it was from the previous afternoon, particularly around the time he was speaking with Nezu and Toshinori. Fortunately, before he could lament the missed opportunity too much, Izuku noticed Toru's most recent test, stating, 'If you have nothing going on after the party, want to rent a karaoke booth? I've been meaning to show you the full range of my vocal cords. I'm really good at hitting the high notes.'
"This little minx..." muttered Izuku, even as his fingers rapidly typed his response. It would depend on when the party ended, but if it were still early enough in the evening, he wouldn't mind accompanying her for a few hours. Not in the slightest...
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Chapter 41: Chapter 41