BNHA: Singularity

While wearing a comfortable, yukata-style bathrobe provided to him by one of the mansion's many Maids, Izuku was escorted to a room in a section of the estate that was considered 'off-limits' when Momo gave everyone a tour.
After reaching a particularly isolated section of the mansion, the Maid leading the way stopped in front of and gestured to a distinctive red door, stating, "You will find Oujo-sama awaiting you inside. As for your clothes, they will be returned to you clean and pressed by the time you are ready to leave. Enjoy your stay."
With the Maid opening the door for him, Izuku made his way inside a fairly dark room obfuscated by red, translucent silk curtains hanging from the ceiling, suspended in such a way that they made the room's interior seem like a maze. A bright light shone from deeper within, so Izuku navigated his way through the cascading sea of curtains, eventually finding himself in a large, open space with a bed, a padded, x-shaped cross, what looked like a wooden horse, several racks of clothes, and a long table filled with various 'tools.' More notably, he found Momo looking very nervous as she sat atop the bed in seiza, her body garbed in a latex BDSM outfit that left appeared to leave most of her crotch, inner thighs, and ass exposed.&nbsp;
Surprising Momo quite a bit, Izuku remarked, "This is a surprise...though not entirely unexpected..."
Sitting with her back straight, Momo exclaimed, "I-I-Izuku-kun! F-Fancy seeing you here." with a beet-red face.
Raising his brows, Izuku asked, "Were you expecting someone else? I'm hurt..."
Shaking her head rapidly, Momo replied, "T-That isn't the case! It's just&ndash;I d-don't really know how to explain this situation. Mother and Father never allowed me into this section of the manor. I...I never knew a place like this existed..."
Furrowing his brows slightly, Izuku asked, "They didn't force you to wear that, did they...?"
Raising her hands and waving them, Momo replied, "N-N-No. At the very least, nobody held me down and forced me to wear it. I was brought here, told you would be arriving momentarily, and advised to change. This outfit was lying on the bed, so I...I put it on..."
"I see..." replied Izuku, adopting a smile as he added, "Well, as strange as this situation is, it suits you. BDSM isn't really my thing, though, so I don't plan to let you tie me up or whip me..."
Shaking her head, Momo caught Izuku a little off guard as she tensed and said, "I-It's the opposite. I...I just got off the phone with my Mother a few minutes ago. She said that if I'm serious about supporting you, I shouldn't be afraid to face anything...that if I truly believed I could trust you, I need to entrust you with my everything..."
Swallowing hard, Momo stared directly at Izuku as she asked, "Will you accept my all, Izuku-kun? Will you take responsibility and make me yours? Because, if it's with you, I...I'm not afraid of trying anything..."
Though he was a little put off by the situation, Izuku maintained his smile, replying, "Of course. I've been prepared to accept your 'everything' from the moment we became a couple. Bondage might be a little too advanced for our current relationship, but I wouldn't mind experimenting if you want to try something new."
Feeling as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from her heart and shoulders, Momo exhaled a profound sigh of relief, whispering, "Oh, thank goodness..." while patting her chest. She had been preparing for more than a month to attempt anal, so there was no way she was ready for something like shibari or being suspended. She would be lying if she said she didn't want to try them at all, but certainly not this soon...
Regaining her usual smile, Momo combed back the bangs framing the right side of her face as she asked, "How did the conversation with my Grandfather go? Present circumstances have made my family's decision fairly obvious, but I'm curious to hear what he had to say..."
Repeating Eiichiro's words, Izuku replied, "He said we'd need to get married once we graduate, but we're free to do whatever we want until then. He also knows about the other girls, stating it didn't matter so long as we can produce an heir after marriage."
Nodding her head, Momo affirmed, "Producing an heir is an important responsibility. I don't have any brothers, so, as the eldest daughter of the Yaoyorozu Family, it falls to me&ndash;to us to extend our legacy."
Making his way over to the bed, Izuku asked the obvious, specifically, "Can your parents not?"
Smiling wryly, Momo revealed, "Due to the nature of Creation, being a power that can destabilize the world's economy, my family has a policy of discontinuing the production of heirs once our Quirk has been passed to the next generation. If there were several inheritors of the Creation Quirk and one went astray due to jealousy or other negative emotions, it would be an unmitigable disaster."
Though it was a fairly extreme tradition, Izuku understood the Yaoyorozu Family's logic. The ability to produce gold bars and other precious metals was pretty ridiculous, but if someone in the Yaoyorozu Family went rogue and began producing uranium or other fissile materials, they could eat ice cream and effectively shit out weapons of mass destruction...
"Yeah...that would be bad..." agreed Izuku, adding, "But that's a matter for the future. What do you want to do right now...?"
As he had just sat next to her, Momo bumped into Izuku's arm with her shoulder, an innately seductive smile adorning her face as she answered, "Well...we have my parents' and Grandfather's approval...I also believe we're trapped here until tomorrow morning, so we might as well use this time to deepen our Bond..."
Raising his brows, Izuku asked, "Seriously? What are we supposed to do about food...?"
In response to Izuku's inquiry, a rainbow glow emanated from beneath Momo's navel as she pulled out a bagel, explaining, "I can't create living organisms, but so long as I understand their chemical composition, I can produce simple foods. The flavor and nutritional value may be lacking, but I've been practicing to get better at it..."
"That's...kind of broken..." remarked Izuku, imagining Yaoyorozu creating the very food she consumed to fuel her Quirk. He knew she could create organic fibers and even produce gasoline, the latter of which was almost entirely hydrocarbons, so her ability to produce food wasn't surprising. It was the notion that she was outputting more energy than she consumed that left him feeling taken aback...
Dismissing such thoughts from his mind, Izuku's response to Momo was planting a kiss on her lips. He would have ample time to think once they were in the afterglow of their intercourse. For now, he snapped the metal clasp keeping the latex covering Momo's crotch in place, revealing quite a bit of suppressed love juices.
Feeling Izuku's fingers touching her most precious spot, Momo issued a soft moan, continuing to kiss him as she wilfully spread her legs. She had thought things would commence with her servicing him with her mouth or breasts, but if Izuku desired her body, she wouldn't deny him...
While rubbing and probing Momo's slit, Izuku's finger abruptly came into contact with something hard, prompting him to touch it directly. What he discovered was a flat, circular piece of metal protruding from Momo's ass, its temperature matching her body.&nbsp;
Separating from Momo's lips, Izuku couldn't help grinning wolfishly as he asked, "Are you wearing a butt plug...?"
Blushing slightly, augmenting the already rosy hue of her cheeks, Momo replied with a soft, "Nn...I take it out before Foundational Heroics classes, but I've been wearing one every day since we initially discussed it..."
Raising his brows slightly, Izuku caused Momo's blush to deepen further as he asked, "Can I take it out...?" in a genuinely curious tone. It had been more than a month since their discussion regarding anal, so if Momo had been as prudent as he knew she was, she should have made quite a bit of progress in her preparations...
Though she swallowed hard, Momo's response was to lean back onto her elbows, spreading her legs in an M-posture as she replied, "I'm ready..." in a faint but resolute tone.
Nodding his head, Izuku grabbed the stopper of the butt plug and began removing it slowly. There was quite a bit of resistance at first, but once he got around the thickest part of the butt plug, the rest came out in a single go, accompanied by Momo squinting her watery eyes and whimpering in a mixture of pleasure and relief...
Staring at the silvery butt plug in his hand, its diameter nearly 5cm at its widest point, Izuku's eyes widened involuntarily. He knew Momo was a very 'serious' girl, but he didn't expect her to shove something the size of a small trophy up her ass. It was impressive, in a way, but it also came off as more than a little excessive...
While Izuku was still 'marveling' at her accomplishment, Momo surprised him by noting, "There are 250ml and 500ml enema syringes over on the table. I've never tried the larger size, but I'm willing to give it a go if you'd like to try using my butt."
Resisting the urge to ask if she 'had' tried the 250ml enema, Izuku made his way over to the table, his body tensing involuntarily as he passed his gaze over the many items on display. There were fairly 'innocuous' items like handcuffs, a red ball gag, and a leather whip similar to the one Nemuri carried present, but there was also a frighteningly restrictive face mask with a hand pump attached to the mouth, various piercings, and what he was pretty certain were illegal aphrodisiacs lining the table...
("Never underestimate the perversions of the upper class...") thought Izuku, grabbing the 250ml enema syringe and disregarding 'most' of the other items present. There was a leather choker with an attached silver chain he thought would suit the current Momo quite well, so he picked it up and carried it back to the bed, smiling mischievously as he asked, "Still want to be mine...?"
Understanding Izuku's intentions, Momo responded by sitting up straight and raising her chin, silently staring him in the eyes as she waited for him to fasten the choker around her neck. Doing so was surprisingly nerve-wracking, but Izuku managed it without any issues, remarking, "You and Toru would get along well..." while linking the cuff at the end of the chain around his wrist.
"Why is that?" asked Momo, a somewhat 'wistful' smile adorning her face as she traced her fingers along the edge of the leather choker. She didn't understand the reason, but when Izuku placed it on her, she felt a strange sense of...relief? She wasn't entirely sure...
Adopting a teasing smile, Izuku explained, "Well, while there are quite a few disparities between you, you're both massive perverts..."
Opening her eyes to their utmost limits, Momo exclaimed, "What are you saying, Izuku-kun!?". Then, in a much calmer voice, she furrowed her thin, well-manicured brows into a pout and asserted, "I'm not a pervert..."
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Resisting the urge to point out she was wearing a BDSM outfit and had a leash around her neck, Izuku paused for a moment before asking, "What if I asked you to become one...?"
Furrowing her brows further, Momo appeared reluctant but seemed to be considering the matter seriously. From her rather sheltered point of view, a pervert was someone who committed lewd or intimate acts in public. If such acts occurred in the privacy of one's home, then, much like drinking, it was perfectly acceptable in moderation.
Recalling her comment about entrusting her everything to Izuku, a faint sigh emanated from Momo's throat, her shoulders briefly slumping before she adopted a smile and replied, "If that's what you desire...just not when we're at school, okay? As Class and Vice-Class Representatives, we have an obligation to set the example for our classmates to follow..."
Though he felt something had gotten lost in communication, an affection-tinged smile adorned Izuku's face, surprising Momo by asserting, "God, I love this woman..." before giving her leash a gentle pull, drawing her lips to meet his...
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Once Momo had finished cleaning, sanitizing, and lubricating her asshole, Izuku slowly but purposefully fucked her from behind, inserting his cock quickly before pulling it out slowly as she tightly hugged a pillow, using it to conceal the lower half of her face and stifle her moans.
Though he ordinarily wasn't very fond of anal, finding it difficult to climax since most of the pressure was situated around the entrance, Izuku had to admit that Momo's ass was exceptional. He didn't know if it was due to being in an anime-inspired world or simply because she had 'good genes,' but her ass was warm, comfortably tight, and very, very accommodating...
As she seemed to appreciate it quite a bit, Izuku gave the side of Momo's butt a light smack. At the same time, he tugged on her leash just enough to make it taught, causing both her ass and pussy to clench as a powerful shudder ran through her body.
("I kind of anticipated it, but this woman has tremendous potential as a masochist...") thought Izuku, lengthening Momo's orgasm by increasing his pace and spreading, massaging, and squeezing her ass cheeks. Momo had always been thoughtful and considerate to others but was incredibly hard on, borderline self-deprecating to herself. It didn't matter if she was Class Representative, the top scorer in the class, or had the implicit trust of everyone around her. Unless someone was actively praising and telling her what to do, Momo instinctually debased herself to draw the attention of others, spurring them to refute her claims and tell her how amazing she was...
With such thoughts in his mind, Izuku waited for Momo to begin easing out of her climax before saying, "You did well, Momo...everything about you is amazing, but the development of your ass is incredible. Excellent work..."
In response to Izuku's words, Momo's ass and pussy clenched tightly, a spritz of love juices shooting out of the latter as she half turned to look back at the boy balls deep in her sphincter, holding his gaze for several seconds before adopting a smile and saying, "Thank you...I'm pleased you find it...to your liking..." between impassioned breaths.
Turning a smile of his own, Izuku affirmed, "There isn't a single aspect of your appearance or temperament that isn't 'to my liking.' Now that you've become mine, I feel like I've claimed the greatest prize in the world..."
Adopting a strangely 'wriggly' smile, Momo's ass and pussy clenched even tighter as a distinctly happy sound rose from her throat, seemingly the result of her suppressing a girlish squeal. It was incredibly precious, so Izuku rewarded her with a light tug on her leash, prompting Momo to bite her lip before abruptly moving of her own accord.
Raising his brows, Izuku uttered an amused "Hooo?" before questioning, "Are you trying to get me to cum with your ass? Or is it that you're eager for another climax...?"
Trembling at the insinuation she was trying to make herself feel good, Momo hurriedly affirmed, "I want you to cum~!" in a tone that gave the impression it would have had a heart attached to it in a speech bubble.
"Then make me..." replied Izuku, his tone much firmer than normal. At the same time, he ceased most of his movements, allowing Momo to go at her own surprisingly swift pace.
Feeling Izuku stop moving, Momo adjusted her position so that she was on all fours, arching her back to increase her pace. She felt feverish and a little muddleheaded, like she would pass out at any moment, but she was determined to make Izuku cum with her ass. The notion of being the only one to get off was too shameful for her to bear...
Fortunately for Momo, the increased pace was just what Izuku needed to draw nearer to a climax. He had been taking things slow to avoid harming her, so now that Momo was practically smashing her ass against him with reckless abandon, his dick began to twitch, the feeling of pleasure at the tip increasing rapidly.
Tightening his hold on Momo's leash, spurring her to move even faster, Izuku rewarded her efforts by revealing, "I'm about to cum. Get up here and kiss me, you beautiful woman..."&nbsp;
Though she was initially confused about how she and Izuku would kiss from their current positions, a startled, choked "Hnn~♡" emanated from Momo's throat as he tugged her leash, pulling her to an upright position before wrapping his arm around to support her. Then, as the two kissed, Izuku took back the initiative, thrusting into her ass as he put his Nimble Fingers to work, caressing, flicking, and pinching her clit.
Feeling way too much pleasure, Momo abruptly broke free from Izuku's kiss, biting her lip as she supported herself by hooking her hand around the back of his head. She 'wanted' to kiss him, but biting her lip was the only thing preventing her from moaning and crying out at the top of her lungs...
With Momo's ear right next to his mouth, Izuku lowered his voice to its limits as he asked, "Why are you holding back? Scream for me. I want to know how you're feeling. I want to 'hear' when you're about to cum..."
Closing her eyes tightly, Momo resisted the almost instinctual compulsion to say she could never do such a thing. Then, after several indescribably pleasurable but nerve-wracking moments, she ceased biting her slightly bloodied lip, opening her mouth to allow her passion-tinged voice to leak out in a loud, "I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGG~♡♡♡♡!!!"
Rewarding Momo's obedience, Izuku tightened his hold on her body, his voice much lower as he affirmed, "So am I...!" before releasing a massive load deep into Momo's ass...
Feeling something incredibly hot shooting into her ass, Momo's already intense climax became more so, her eyes rolling back as a throaty, almost bestial moan emanated from her throat, seemingly rising for the very core of her being. If this were a doujinshi, there would be blazing pink hearts in her eyes. Instead, as her climax began to subside minutes later, a look of passion-infused devotion bloomed across Momo's face as she turned her head to meet Izuku's gaze, narrowing her eyes as she affirmed, "I did it...I made you release your seed with my b&ndash;with my ass..."
Returning a smile of his own, Izuku replied with a curt "You did..." before planting a quick kiss on Momo's lips, pulling away moments later to add, "We also boosted your Luck by 1. Ready to boost it even more...?"
Catching Izuku a little off guard, Momo's smile became even more loving as she mused, "I already feel like the luckiest woman in the world. At this rate, I really will be..."
Recovering fairly quickly, Izuku's smile turned into a grin as he appended, "And I, the luckiest man..."
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[July 1st, 2149]
Staring up at the ceiling, or, more accurately, the darkness overhead(the result of the room having inordinately large dimensions and stage lights shining down on him), Izuku couldn't help smiling. The previous morning, afternoon, and evening had been fairly 'peculiar,' filled with carnality and desire, but he didn't particularly mind. He could be stubborn at times, but he was the type to 'go with the flow' when women were concerned. Such a nature had gotten him into his fair share of trouble, but at times like this, Izuku considered it one of his greatest boons...
Unfortunately, even though Izuku had blown his load a total of twenty-two times over the course of approximately fifteen hours, Momo's Luck had only increased by seven, three from blowing his load inside her and two each from the loss of her anal and actual virginities. There were birth control and morning-after pills provided among the various 'medicines' on the table, so Izuku hadn't hesitated to creampie Momo over and over and over again, much to her delight.
If Izuku's suspicions were correct, Momo could only gain the bonus from her Title once every 3-5 days, specifically once the semen inside of her ass and pussy had expired. She could presumably earn a few extra points a day by routinely sucking his cock, but he wouldn't know for certain until she woke up and gave him a morning blowie...
As if she could sense Izuku's thoughts, Momo stirred awake, snuggling up to him for warmth before opening her eyes and adopting one of the most radiant smiles he had ever seen.
"What a relief..." said Momo, her voice a little deeper than normal since she was still very sleepy. "With how amazing yesterday was, I thought it might have been a dream..."
Returning an affectionate smile, Izuku curtly replied, "Nope," adding, "It was the beginning of a very long, hopefully ever-lasting love. At the very least, I feel as though I would lose an integral part of myself if we were to ever part ways..."
Narrowing her eyes in satisfaction, Momo mused, "You have such a way with words..." before bringing her lips forward to kiss him. This started a long, incredibly passionate session of making out, but before Izuku and Momo could get too into things, the distant but distinct sound of a door opening caused them both to startle.
Covering their bodies with the blankets, Izuku and Momo waited until a team of seven Maids arrived, the one at the front saying, "We beg your pardons, Ojou-sama, Bocchama(Young Master), but you will be late to class if you do not begin your preparations immediately. We will assist you."
As she was accustomed to being helped by the villa's staff, Momo didn't hesitate to respond, "Thank you for reminding us, Stella-san. And please inform the Chefs to prepare something extra nutritional this morning. My fiance and I are quite peckish after the previous day's events."
Hearing Momo referring to him as her fiance, the realization that they were engaged hit Izuku like a brick to the head. He knew they would be married after graduation, but he had somehow overlooked the implication that sleeping with her was the same as 'officiating' their engagement...
Just as Izuku was in the process of recovering from his stupefied state, Momo abruptly removed the covers concealing their nakedness, exposing him before the group of Maids without batting an eye. Similarly, the Maids didn't even spare a glance at his erect cock, their expressions unchanging as two helped Momo don a bathrobe while another wiped her face.
Freeing Izuku from his trance, three of the Maids approached him with similar intentions, the one carrying the warm towel narrowing her eyes ever-so-slightly as she asserted, "It would be our honor to assist you in preparing for your day, Bocchama..."
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As part of their 'agreement' to have her behave more pervertedly, Momo and Izuku made out nearly the entire thirty-minute drive to school. Once they were there, however, Momo immediately donned her usual persona, serious and diligent to the point of refusing his hand. She wouldn't have if their engagement were made public, but as it was currently a secret, she didn't believe they should be acting intimately at school.
Fortunately, while he wasn't against it, Izuku found walking hand-in-hand or arm-in-arm fairly inconvenient. His usual pace was much quicker than a normal person's, so he always felt like he was being anchored down when a girl was clinging to his arm. Thus, if Momo didn't want to hold hands, he had absolutely no problems with it. Rather, the more serious and diligent she behaved in public, the more appealing she became. After all, he knew her 'true self' even better than she did. She could deny it all she liked, but the thin black choker around her neck, bearing the inscription 'property of Izuku Midoriya' on the inside, made Momo's nature very clear. She was an extremely masochistic young woman...more importantly, she 'belonged' to him...
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A little more than two hours after inviting Mei to his home, Izuku was finally trying on his redesigned Hero costume. The top was black with two green stripes following the contours of his body, while his pants followed a similar color scheme, albeit with stripes on the outside of his legs.&nbsp;
Though Izuku's base layers seemed relatively normal at a glance, they were actually a state-of-the-art, triple-layered mesh. The exterior was a heat and friction-resistant tri-polymer, the second layer was a ludicrously expensive nano-kevlar mesh that could tank even armor-piercing rounds, and the interior was a special, temperature-regulating neoprene sponge material that gave it the same texture as a wetsuit. The latter made it a real pain in the ass to put on, but it also prevented the fabric from sliding, reducing the risk of tears and chafing when moving at high speeds.
Overtop Izuku's base layers, sheathing his arms and legs, he wore ultra-ceramic, incredibly durable, and shock-absorbant nanomesh gauntlets and reinforced leggings, the latter resembling the chausses and sabatons of a knight but a lot more futuristic. The toes and heels, in particular, were formed of the same material used in Mirko's rabbit-themed shoes, so they could withstand tremendous forces without shattering.
Completing his outfit, Izuku wore magnetic manacles around his wrists that looked like cufflinks and would allow him to stick to metal surfaces in a pinch. They were designed 'before' he had awakened Blackwhip, but as the latter ripped into the things he wanted to cling to, Izuku felt they had their uses. Along with that, he wore a 'utility belt' with numerous pouches, a harness to keep it in place, a slim, aerodynamic backpack that included a first aid kit and a defibrillator, and an optional face mask that would let him breathe underwater and filter out harmful gases for up to ten minutes of active combat or thirty minutes of reserved use.
All-in-all, Izuku's outfit was aesthetically similar to the original Deku's but made from expensive materials and a lot more streamlined. The reason for this was that black and green were simply too suited to him, the result of him possessing piercing green eyes and green hair that cast a prominent, nearly black shadow. If he tried going with anything else, it simply looked 'wrong.'
While checking himself out in a mirror, forming his hands into fists, and checking his side profile, Izuku remarked, "You really outdid yourself, Mei. It's a bit tight around the crotch, but that's largely due to the harness. I'll get used to it, so long as it doesn't ride too much when I'm fighting."
Waving her hand, Mei replied with a lazy, "Eh, blame yourself for having a big dick...". She was feeling drained and a little muddleheaded after Izuku went to town on her for more than two hours, so she was lacking the vigor that usually left others feeling overwhelmed.
"Better than having a small one," retorted Izuku, turning to face the pink-haired inventress as he added, "But I mean it. This costume is awesome, Mei. Thanks for making it a reality."
After covering her mouth to stifle a protracted yawn, Mei replied, "You're the one who provided the preliminary design and supplied me with all the materials used in its construction. You basically gave me your batter, so I made you a baby. Simple as that."
Rising to her feet, Mei took a moment to stretch with her arms above her head before adding, "Anyways, I'm gonna jet before you get excited and decide to attack me out of 'gratitude.' I'll start using this place once you introduce me to your mother and help me move over some of my ongoing projects and supplies. You seem to have everything I need on hand, but I prefer using tools I'm familiar with..."
While thinking he might have gone a little overboard, especially with Mei walking funnily, Izuku caught up to her as she attempted to leave, smiling wryly as he said, "I'll call you a cab. For now, just relax a bit. I'm not going to attack you...even if I really want to..."
As she hadn't been looking forward to walking home in her current state, Mei didn't hesitate to reply, "Sounds good," before suggesting, "And once you finish with the call, we can make out or something until it arrives. You could also touch my butt or suck on my tits. Just no more dicking until my cooch recovers, got it?"
"Got it..." replied Izku, guiding Mei to take a seat before making his way up to his room to retrieve his phone. He had quite a few messages, but as the girls already knew he would be spending the day with Mei, most were general chat notifications. The only one that wasn't was a DM from Mirko, garnering his immediate attention despite containing four words, 'Hurry up and graduate...'
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[June 30th, 2149]
Though Momo's parents wouldn't arrive for a few more days, Izuku was seated next to her in the back of a luxury Cadillac, holding her incredibly clammy hand as they made their way to meet her Grandfather.
"I'm so nervous..." muttered Momo. "What if Grandfather doesn't approve of you? I don't know what I'd do..."
"Relax," replied Izuku, squeezing Momo's hand as he added, "At times like this, confidence is key. If your Grandfather sees how anxious you are, he may believe there's a 'reason' for you to be concerned."
Squeezing Izuku's hand in turn, a faint smile adorned Momo's face as she muttered, "You're probably right&ndash;no, I know you're right. Still, I can't help feeling a little anxious. My Grandfather is very influential, so if he doesn't like you, I'm afraid he'll make things difficult for you..."
"He can try," replied Izuku, maintaining a relaxed smile as he knew there wasn't much Momo's Grandfather could do when he had Nezu at his back. Rather, if Izuku's suspicions were correct, Nezu may have already gotten in contact with Momo's Grandfather, laying a 'foundation' to ensure there wouldn't be any significant issues. It was 'definitely' something the little cat-bear-mouse-thing would do, smiling relaxedly as he flexed his power and authority over others...
Seeing how calm Izuku was, Momo felt a little more reassured, regaining a faint, appreciative smile as she closed her eyes and steeled herself for what was to come...
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Contrasting Izuku's expectations, rather than being shown to a lounge, study, or dining room, he was asked to disrobe and informed that Momo's Grandfather was awaiting him in the mansion's massive, palatial bath. As for Momo, she was summarily whisked away by a team of Maids, looking equal parts flustered and confused as they ushered her away without an explanation.
Instead of being flustered by the situation, Izuku entrusted his clothes to the mansion's staff before making his way into the bath, finding an old but incredibly muscular man with spiky, mane-like, silvery-grey hair seated in the water with his back to the entrance. Inscribed upon it was the form of a vicious dragon tearing through countless foes, the kanji for 'Yaoyorozu,' meaning 'Eight-million Gods,' running along his spine...
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Name: [Eiichiro Yaoyorozu]
Title: Party Invitation Required
Quirk: Creation
Bond Level: 62
Current Level: 49
Effective Level: 94
[Attributes]
Strength: 63
Agility: 31
Vitality: 492
Intelligence: 123
Dexterity: 59
Luck: 173
Free Attributes: 310
[Perks]
Party Invitation Required
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Though he wasn't a Yakuza, Eiichiro was responsible for consolidating the Yaoyorozu Family's power during an era when All-for-One's influence was at its peak. His hands had more than a little blood on them, so even when he appeared to be at his most vulnerable, a perceptible aura of surety and fierceness exuded him every pore of his being.
Hearing someone enter the bath without declaring themselves, Eiichiro, in a deep, gravelly tone, said, "Izuku Midoriya...you're quite the exceptional young man. Some of the top testing scores in the nation, First Place at the UA Sports Festival, and a subject of interest among I-Island's Executives. For someone so young, you've accomplished a great deal..."
"You honor me with your words, Sir," replied Izuku. "However, until I've completed my principle objective, everything I've accomplished thus far is just a stepping stone towards my goals."
Exhaling a light chuckle, Eiichiro remarked, "I wonder...does that include my Granddaughter? Is the Heiress of the Yaoyorozu Family a mere tool to achieve your goals...?"
Making his way toward the bath, Izuku calmly replied, "I think Sir already knows the answer to that question. As influential as the Yaoyorozu Family is, I do not need your money or resources to achieve my goals."
"Hmmm...I suppose not..." replied Eiichiro, crossing his arms with a stern look on his face while Izuku sat less than a meter to his right. As the latter suspected, Eiichiro had already met with Nezu. He hadn't been apprised of everything, but he knew Izuku had the power to awaken the potential of others and enough capital to build a nation and fund a small army if he wanted. While others viewed Momo as a 'golden goose,' doing everything in their power to curry favor with the Yaoyorozu Family, Izuku was brazen enough to regard the Heiress of a multi-trillion Yen corporation as a mere Secretary...
Seeing Eiichiro's side profile, Izuku was reminded of Senzaemon Nakiri from Shokugeki no Soma. His face had deep wrinkles, but he had fierce, dignified features that included blade-like eyebrows, a neatly trimmed, incredibly pointy mustache, and a beard that flowed away from his face like a three-pointed spear.&nbsp;
Without looking at Izuku, Eiichiro asked, "What is your objective? What drives you forward to excel and surpass others?"
Adopting a faint smile, Izuku replied, "I desire two fairly simple things. First and foremost, I wish my mother to live a healthy and comfortable life. Beyond that, my only desire is to leave this world without regrets. To that end, I will dedicate my everything to making this world a safer, more secure place for all..."
Snorting through his nose, Eiichiro remarked, "What an idealistic farce. Even if you can make the world a safer place during your lifetime, your efforts will be for naught the moment you expire. Without someone to carry your legacy to the next generation, everything you accomplish is utterly meaningless..."
"And who said I won't have such a person...?" asked Izuku, adopting a somewhat cheeky smile as he appended, "Depending on how things play out, I could have the future head of the Yaoyorozu Family carrying it for me..."
Though he furrowed his brows deeply, Eiichiro didn't deny Izuku's claim. In fact, the reason Momo had been whisked away was to prepare for that eventuality. The potential of Izuku's Quirk, his individual aptitude, and his backing was too great for the Yaoyorozu Family to ignore. He was also the only one among Momo's countless suitors that didn't aspire to appropriate their family's status and wealth for himself. Rather, their family benefitted almost one-sidedly from welcoming Izuku into their ranks...
After a lengthy period of silence, Eiichiro asserted, "Once the two of you have graduated, you will marry my Granddaughter. Until then, you are free to do as you please..."
While he wasn't fond of being told what to do, Izuku had already told Momo he would marry her if they were still together at graduation. Thus, in response to Eiichiro's words, he asked, "You're saying that while being aware of my situation?"
"It doesn't matter," replied Eiichiro, his tone firm as he added, "So long as Momo becomes your official wife and the two of you can produce an heir, everything else can be overlooked. The constraints of society have never applied multilaterally to the elite. Those with the power and the means do as they will. Those without do as they are told..."
Rising to his full height, a startling 218cm, Eiichiro, wearing a traditional fundoshi-style loincloth, added, "You possess a power that can shake the foundation of this world. So long as you are resolved to bear the weight of your sins, there is nothing you can't do..."
Finished with what he had to say, Eiichiro left the bath, never once looking directly at Izuku. He was privately a very doting Grandfather, so he feared that if their gazes overlapped, even for a moment, he might not be able to resist giving Izuku a 'light' stabbing...
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Chapter 70: Chapter 70