While the USJ was attacked…
Nezu and All Might were walking to the school gym. It was for a very specific reason: Toshinori would finally meet Mirio, the student his former sidekick wanted him to meet and give One For All to.
When they got there, Mirio was already inside. The boy was doing various exercises, likely to pass the time as he waited for them. When Nezu sent him a message, he had been quick to come since he knew it had to be important.
Toshinori was happy to finally meet the young man in person. After only seeing him in passing, watching that bright smile from up close was truly different. For some reason, something warm rippled inside him, almost reacting to the young man's presence. If anything, it gave All Might a good feeling about this boy. He still needed to see the convictions he upheld.
"Nezu-san!" Mirio ran up to them as soon as he noticed they came in. "And you are…?" He asked All Might with a wide smile.
"This is Yagi Toshinori, All Might's secretary. He has come to meet you," Nezu greeted him, gesturing to the older blonde.
"All Might?!" Mirio exclaimed with admiration. "Does it have something to do with Sir Nighteye? He told me a lot about All Might!"
Yagi hoped it was mostly good things. Their friendship may have ended abruptly, but the blonde didn't harbor any resentment toward Mirai.
"You could say that. Mirai also said some things about you, and I wanted to meet you on All Might's behalf." Toshinori smiled.
"He did, huh? It's a little embarrassing… I hope he didn't say anything weird," Mirio chuckled, blushing as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Not at all. He said that you're a bright young man with a strong drive. From what I know, your hero name is Lemillion. Is there any meaning to it?" Yagi inquired curiously.
"There is! It's because I want to save at least one million people!" Mirio declared proudly, clenching his fist. All Might blinked in surprise, but his gaze quickly softened.
"That is an admirable goal, young man," He smiled warmly.
"While we're here, why don't you show us your capabilities? So that Yagi-san can see your quirk in action," Nezu suggested, to which Mirio nodded eagerly.
"Of course! I'd be happy to!"
The young blonde proceeded to show off his various moves and the way he fought. It was honestly impressive how he managed to take advantage of a quirk like his, which by all metrics should have offered limited potential, and made it a powerhouse.
He even aced the mock battle by defeating ten robots in under ten seconds. They were made stronger than the ones of the entrance exam, too. He never once lost his cheerful demeanor either, fully confident in his abilities. It was no surprise; he was not only in U.A.'s Big Three, but he was also the strongest of them, too.
"There's a question you were asked at the start of your first year. I was wondering if your answer had changed since then," Nezu said as Mirio was putting his clothes back on after his battle. "Two different people are in danger. One is a child and another is an old man. You can only save one,"
"I'd save both," Mirio answered without hesitation. A choice All Might could respect as he would do the same.
"And as I said, you cannot. You can only save one or neither; there is no other way," Nezu argued calmly. Mirio simply grinned.
"I'm sorry, but I can't accept that, Nezu-san. Heroes… turn dreams into reality! That's why I'll do everything in my power to save everyone! My answer will never change!" He declared cheerfully.
All Might grinned proudly, recognizing the young man's heroic spirit as Nezu's lips curved upward. The principal already expected this answer from Togata. Nezu didn't let Nighteye influence him either; he genuinely believed that Mirio was the most heroic student in the school.
The older blonde clenched his fists, something suddenly burning deep inside his heart. Echoes possessing a different voice each. It was like One For All itself recognized the young man's potential to carry this inherited will. And yet… There was a hint of hesitance, too. As if worrying for Mirio's safety.
"Young man… Would you like to meet All Might tomorrow?" Yagi finally asked. He buried the hesitant feeling down. The world needed a symbol, and a strong one at that. Mirio's heart was in the right place; he was powerful and dedicated, too. Toshinori needed to meet him as himself to finally be certain if he had found who should inherit this power.
***
The day after USJ started like any day. Well, no… it should have. However, yesterday's attack quickly made the rounds, and the news hit the whole country like a meteor, spreading like wildfire. Nezu and all the teachers had been shook to the core when Iida suddenly dashed inside the school, yelling for help. And they were even more shocked when they arrived to see that all the villains had already been defeated.
That still left them with today's issue: the media. Because of course, vultures (journalists) would show up first thing in the morning. Even though they still received some information yesterday from the police for last-minute news, it wasn't enough to satisfy them.
Just like when All Might came to teach, the school gate was swarmed with reporters. They jumped on the opportunity to question any student from the hero course passing through to get in.
Ochaco was one of these students. She was surrounded by various reporters, all shoving their mics in her face and throwing questions at her. The closest one to her was an older woman, a brunette with her hair tied in a ponytail.
"What was the villains' goal?"
"How did you fight them off?"
"Was this experience traumatizing?"
"Don't listen to those vultures!" The brunette journalist tried to push the others away, sticking her mic closer to the girl. "Listen to me instead! Our channel will make sure that none of your words are taken out of context!" She exclaimed.
"Uhm… Maybe later? Sorry, but I really need to go to class…" Ochaco sweatdropped, trying to slip away. She got here a little earlier than usual because a nightmare woke her up, but she didn't expect that she'd risk arriving late anyway because of journalists. She really didn't want to answer any of their questions.
"Exactly. Which is why you should bother someone else," A deep voice cut through their incessant questioning. The reporters turned around, freezing at the sight of the giant standing behind them. It was Izuku, much to Ochaco's relief. "Out of the way," He ordered, casually walking through the crowd and shoving everyone in his path out of the way, including the brunette reporter.
"Kuh!" One of them yelped, jumping out of the way. Most of them recognized him since he was there when they were trying to interview the students about All Might when the school year started. Of course, even though they knew he was only a student, they didn't want to tempt fate and get in trouble with him. He looked way too scary for that. They still wished they could get the interviews they wanted, but at this rate, the police would be called again.
"Come on, Uraraka," Izuku motioned for her to follow, which she did eagerly. Once they passed the gate, they knew they wouldn't be bothered anymore.
"Thank you for the save, Midoriya. For a second there, I thought they would eat me alive," She sighed, stopping to breathe while they were still near the entrance. Other students were passing by, walking toward the school.
"You're welcome. After all, can't let my assistant get into trouble, can I?" He grinned, making the girl blush at the reminder.
"Hehe, right," She chuckled, then cleared her throat. "So, do you want me to carry your bag?" She asked, extending her hands. Whether it was because she needed money to buy herself something or because she was already used to the role, Izuku didn't know. However, he would need his bag this time.
"Not this morning. Instead, I wanted to give you something. A present," He answered before rummaging through his bag and pulling something out. The bracelet Himiko gave him for this yesterday. "Here," He said as he handed it to her.
"What? But… This looks expensive! I can't accept that, Midoriya!" Ochaco immediately argued.
"Why not?" Izuku tilted his head.
"Paying me to do stuff is one thing because I'm earning it, but I can't just accept a present out of the blue like that! There's no special occasion!" The brunette explained, waving her hands defensively.
"Giving a present to my first friend isn't a special occasion?" The tall boy asked rhetorically, making her pause.
"First friend?" She repeated softly.
"Of course. You think just because I'm strong, handsome, tall, rich, cool, and everything someone would want to be, I'd have friends?" Izuku inquired, leaving a pause. Alright, maybe he could have worded that better. "What I mean is that the friends I had in middle school were interested in shallow aspects. You became my friend for who I am," He clarified. Yes, that was better.
"I see…" Ochaco looked down in understanding, a faint blush on her cheeks. "Alright. I will accept your present, then," She decided. Finally, Izuku handed her the bracelet.
"Great. I'll see you in class, then," He nodded before walking away.
"Huh? Aren't we going together?"
"I need to make a quick stop," He told her without elaborating. That stop was the bathroom. It didn't take him too long to reach it since he hurried, briefly greeting some of the classmates he walked by. While doing that, he thought about Uraraka. He was glad that her reluctance seemed to be weakening. Soon enough, it would probably fade. A part of him was disappointed in her lack of willpower, but he supposed greed was prevalent in everybody. He'd love to see how far she would go for that greed, but that was for later… Once he was in the bathroom, he entered a stall. Thankfully, no one else was here. He figured no one would be since class would start soon. He pulled out his phone and a piece of paper with Vortex's symbol drawn on it. "Now to notify them…" Izuku mumbled to himself as he sent Vortex a text.
A mere few seconds later, a portal opened in front of the paper as he held it in his palm. The portal was notably smaller than Vortex's usual, but the size of the symbol played a part, too. He didn't need it any bigger, so that wasn't an issue. It was large enough for Leech to squeeze through. The unappealing bundle of tentacle roots grunted as it struggled to go through. Eventually, Leech managed to reach the other side, almost flinging himself to the floor because of the momentum if Izuku hadn't caught him by a tentacle.
"Thanks. So… This is U.A.?" Leech asked curiously, looking around. Well, he appeared to be looking around. He didn't really have a face. "Whose body do you want me to steal, Haō-sama?"
"Not steal. I just need you to go in and slowly brainwash them," Izuku corrected. Brainwashing someone was much harder for Leech than just stealing their bodies since it required extensive time and delicate manipulation. Moreover, he wasn't used to those methods since he just found it easier to lobotomize his victims and use their bodies as puppets. That was why Izuku could only throw him at one person. Because one person was all he'd manage in this limited time. Nevertheless, the tall boy could take care of everyone else himself.
"Right, right. Of course, I haven't forgotten, Haō-sama," Leech insisted.
"Listen up, your target is 1-B's vice rep. I'm my class' representative, so I have to see the other class' sometimes. I have to meet with them later because of yesterday's incident. While I'm doing that, you'll sneak into the vice rep's bag and get inside her head when you get the opportunity to. She's a girl with vine hair; won't be hard to miss. I know practically nothing about her, so I leave it to you to find a good brainwashing method once you're inside," Izuku instructed.
"What? Did you say a girl?" Leech exclaimed in surprise. "You didn't tell me it'd be a girl!"
"How is that important?" Midoriya sighed in annoyance.
"Because I don't want to be a chick! I gave up my previous body for this mission, Haō-sama!" Leech whined, making Izuku roll his eyes.
"You aren't even human anymore. Why the hell do you care about that?" The tall boy questioned.
"It's about principle!"
"You either do what you're told and I give you a better body once the mission's over, or I kill you right there. Your choice," Izuku threatened without hesitation. He wasn't wasting any more time.
"Ugh! I-I was just joking, Haō-sama… That vine chick won't even see what hit her!" Leech declared with fake excitement.
"Finally seeing some sense… You'll stay in my backpack until it's time. Don't do anything stupid that'll lead to being found out," His leader warned him. Without waiting for a response, he shoved Leech in his bag.
***
"I can't believe that bitch ratted me out," Takahashi Yuna growled, clenching her fists while marching forward, accompanied by her two friends/henchmen. Nezu called her in his office yesterday and told her in no uncertain terms to leave Melissa alone.
Even after a good night's sleep, she still couldn't accept that the blonde snitched on her. What a weakling! She wanted to take revenge. Of course, Miki and Yuu would be eager to help, too. However, a part of her was afraid that she'd just get into even more trouble with Nezu if she continued. It was bullshit, anyway; what she did barely constituted bullying. Besides, she needed to play dirty if she wanted to succeed. Despite everything she told Melissa, Yuna knew that the older girl was talented and intelligent. It was precisely why she needed to keep her down and break her whole self-esteem. Yuna couldn't be a pro hero, but she could be the greatest hero support designer in the world. She wouldn't let anyone take it from her.
"What do we do, Takahashi-san?" Miki inquired, looking like she wanted to shove a fist in Melissa's face.
Yuna walked into someone as they turned a corner before she could answer, nearly falling on her butt if Miki and Yuu hadn't caught her just in time. The girl bully grumbled under her breath, looking up to see she collided with an incredibly tall boy. She blinked in confusion as he glanced at her, a flash of recognition visible in his gaze.
"Just the person I was looking for," He said.
"You're from the hero course, aren't you?" Yuna asked, remembering his face.
***
Ochaco gently caressed the bracelet Izuku gifted her earlier. It was around her wrist, partially hidden under her sleeve. He looked scary and like a delinquent, but his kindness never failed to surprise her. She was almost afraid Mina would tease her again when she walked in, but the pinkette either didn't notice the bracelet or simply didn't guess it came from someone. After all, unless she told someone, no one would assume it was a gift. Despite that… It made her nervous for reasons she couldn't explain. It wasn't like she knew the assumptions they'd make either way.
They were nearly all seated in class, waiting for their sensei to come. A few of her classmates wondered if they'd have a substitute teacher since Aizawa was badly wounded in the battle yesterday.
"Midoriya! You were almost late!" Iida exclaimed disapprovingly when Izuku entered the classroom.
"Yeah, I was checking if everything was in order," Izuku lied as he breathed while sitting at his desk.
"Oh! Of course, why didn't I think of that? I apologize for doubting you, Midoriya!" Iida bowed deeply before returning to his seat. That was when the bell rang, though the students' chatter only ceased when their teacher entered the room.
It was Aizawa, but his face was bandaged and his arms were in casts. Despite his appearance, he seemed fine.
"Aizawa-sensei!"
"Are you okay?"
"Don't tell me he's up to teaching again already?"
"Damn! That's a pro hero for you!"
Naturally, several of the students were impressed with the man's dedication. Even Izuku had to admit that he hadn't expected that. Well, Aizawa was still a weakling, but he wasn't some fodder at least.
"Settle down," Aizawa ordered with a bored tone. As always, he also sounded sleepy and exhausted, though they could excuse it this time considering the circumstances. "Taking a leave now, when I can still teach, would be irrational. All of you did well during the attack, especially you, Midoriya… Absurdly well, even. Almost ridiculous. But anyway," He shook his head. "The fight is far from over," He declared with narrowed eyes.
"Huh?! What do you mean? Don't tell me we gotta fight villains again?!" Mineta slammed his hands on his desk. "If I'm gonna die, can I touch some boobs, at least?!" He asked hopefully, to which Aizawa just sighed. He couldn't even rub his eyes because of his casts.
"Mineta, shut up," Jirou facepalmed with a groan.
"Flatty says what?" The grape boy snorted, visibly proud of his retort. Kyoka didn't even answer. Instead, she stabbed him with her earphone jack after leaning toward him. The midget shrieked.
"Anyway… As I was saying…" Aizawa sighed, ignoring the commotion. "U.A. will hold the Sports Festival in two weeks and you will need to prepare if you don't want the other classes to outshine you," He revealed. The reactions were immediate.
Most cheered excitedly, doing everything they could to keep themselves from jumping off their seats. Others were visibly nervous. Izuku was the former, though he didn't let it show. Everyone knew about U.A.'s sports festival. It was so popular that it even overshadowed the Olympics. He was hoping he'd have some fun there, but he mostly wanted to show the world his power. Surprisingly, one of the loudest students was… Ochaco.
"Hell yeah! I'm ready!" She punched the air with a determined gaze. "Let's do our best!" She declared, punching the air again.
Well, Izuku had a feeling as to why she was so excited. Proving herself during the event would give her internship opportunities, and she wanted to make a name for herself to earn money for her family. Of course, for those who didn't know that about Ochaco, her sudden determination was confusing.
"Thousands of people will come to watch the festival, including various pro heroes. Your goal is to impress them and earn internship offers. They will only be a week long, but don't think you can afford to slack off," Aizawa explained, slowly getting more irritated by the students' enthusiasm.
Izuku wasn't worried about any of that. He firmly believed every single pro that would watch the festival would throw an offer his way without even thinking twice about it. The logical decision would be to intern under Endeavor (because why would the flame hero not want the strongest sidekick?), but the tall boy frankly had someone else in mind. The festival would only be a stepping stone and a bit of entertainment, too.
***
"I've got only two weeks to prepare for the festival!" Mei shouted, frantically filling out the necessary forms to begin her projects for the festival. If only Power Loader hadn't betrayed her like this, then she'd already be working on her babies! Even though class had ended, she didn't leave the workshop like some of the other students. She couldn't afford to waste any time when she only had two weeks before the free advertisement campaign.
"Hatsume-san… Can you please listen to me? Just for a second…" Melissa tried to get the younger girl's attention. "I really need your help…"
"Hm, hm, yes," Mei replied dismissively, her eyes remaining locked on the papers.
"Please, it's serious! I have to build a hidden mic and camera as soon as possible! I'd just use my phone, but I'm scared it'll be too obvious," The blonde argued. Indeed, this was about the incessant bullying, which she was firmly determined to take care of.
"I'm sorry, I-Island Girl, but I'm really busy! Maybe later!" Mei retorted, seemingly still having not learned Melissa's name, which was starting to piss her off.
Seriously, was everyone in this school either an idiot or an asshole?! Melissa almost slapped herself for even thinking that way, but the stress was getting to her head.
"Just forget these forms! Power Loader-sensei probably won't even enforce it seriously! He only did that so you wouldn't blow the workshop up, you know?" Melissa pulled Mei's hands away from the forms, forcing the girl to face her… much to her chagrin. "Just build whatever you want. As long as you don't blow up anything, you'll be fine. They won't expel you for something so silly," She assured.
"I don't want to get in trouble…" Hatsume argued. Most of all, she didn't want to lose her babies either. They could get confiscated like the one from yesterday.
"Since when do you care about that? An inventor and engineer like you wouldn't let bureaucracy stop you!" Melissa affirmed confidently. At this point, she was just saying anything to rile Mei up and get her to cooperate. It might have been manipulative, but come on, it was for a good cause. Besides, she did truly believe that their teacher wouldn't fully enforce Mei's punishment.
"Hmm…" Mei hummed, thinking about the blonde's words. Frankly, as long as she could build her babies, she didn't really care if she broke the rules… unless those particular rules stole her babies. However, if Melissa was right, then… perhaps she could risk it. "Fine. I'll help you. But we have to finish it quickly since I have to work on my projects," She finally agreed.
"Thank you!" Melissa smiled gratefully. Just as they were about to start, someone interrupted them.
"Shield-san! Can you come with me real quick? I need help with something!" A classmate called out to her from the classroom entrance. Of course, the blonde walked up to him without hesitation, always willing to help her fellow students.
"Sure! What can I do for you?" She asked as the student led her out of the workshop.
"It's a bit personal, but I was thinking that you were the best one for the job," He said, looking nervous. Melissa nodded hesitantly, wondering what it could possibly be about as she walked after him. After a few seconds, he suddenly stopped in front of the girls' restroom and turned to her. "For the record, I'm really sorry…" He muttered apologetically.
"Huh?" Melissa arched an eyebrow. The restroom's door opened and someone pulled her in before she could react. She was flung back and shoved against one of the stalls as Yuu held the door closed. "Nishikawa?" She exclaimed in surprise, her eyes quickly shifting from the boy to Miki… and Yuna, who stood before her with her arms crossed. She was alone in the restroom with the three bullies… again. However, she had an especially bad feeling this time.
"Snitching on me to the principal like a kid? Bad idea, pet," Yuna furrowed her brows, then turned to Miki. "Search her. Take her phone and anything you find in her pockets," She ordered.
"What?! Why?" Melissa backed away as Miki approached her without question. Were they going to mug her now?
"Do you think I'm stupid? I know why the principal didn't do shit to me but gave me a warning. It's 'cause you don't have any evidence. You probably think you can just record me with your phone, quirkless moron?" Yuna scoffed amusedly. Clearly, she was enjoying this too much, especially as Miki took Melissa's phone out of her pocket and handed it to her leader. "I'm not about to be outsmarted by a quirkless bimbo," She spat before looking at Melissa's phone. Her eyes turned blue, glowing while an aura surrounded the hand holding the phone. After a second, she returned to normal. "Looks like it wasn't recording anything,"
"Then give it back now!" Melissa shouted, trying to approach her, only for Miki to knock her back.
"Think we're done here? What if you're hiding something under your clothes? Or on them?" Yuna suggested, a sadistic smirk creeping up her face. "Tanabe… Take off her clothes," She ordered, visibly excited.
"Gladly," Miki grinned, grabbing the blonde's shoulders. Melissa widened her eyes, quickly shoving the girl off her and trying to run out. Unfortunately, Yuu was still blocking the door. "Don't run, bitch!" Miki grabbed her from behind, arms wrapping around her waist.
"Let go or I'll scream!" Melissa threatened. She realized she should have acted immediately instead of making threats when Yuna placed a hand over her mouth, keeping her muffled.
"Try it, pet," Yuna spat fiercely. The look in her eyes alone was enough to weaken the blonde as she fearfully imagined what the girl would do to her exactly.
Melissa had no time to think of something, to think of a way to get out of this predicament. The two girls holding her forcefully took her uniform off and threw it to the side, and even did the same with her underwear, a plain white bra and panties.
"See? Was it so hard?" Yuna asked mockingly, kicking the blonde's underwear away. "You wanna scream now? Bring everyone here? To look at your bimbo body, bitch," She snickered. Melissa bit her lower lip, covering her nipples and vagina with her arms and hands as she stood there awkwardly. She looked away, using all her power not to break down in front of them.
"Clothes don't seem to have anything weird," Miki said after looking through them.
"So you're even stupider than I thought," Yuna grinned.
"You think I'd have something read in less than a day, you prick?!" Melissa snapped, only to freeze when she heard a camera shutter. Blinking, she realized that Yuna had taken a picture of her. "What are you doing?!" The blonde immediately tried to cover up more of her bare body.
"Isn't it obvious? Blackmail. If I see you try anything, I'm posting the picture only and I'm taking you down with me, pet," Yuna explained cruelly. "I wouldn't have resorted to that if you hadn't ratted me out. I wasn't even bullying you, you whiny baby. I was just teasing, but you decided to go against me. Well, sorry, but I'm not letting you do that," She said, waving her phone around.
"Or we could even sell it to one of the boys," Miki suggested, to which Yuu snickered while still holding the door.
"No!" Melissa exclaimed, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she was tempted to throw herself at them and wrestle the phone out of Yuna's hands. "You can't do this! Please! I… I don't even know what I did to you!"
Her eyes faintly watered, much to the trio's amusement.
"You tried to upstage me, and I can't have that. I'm not worried about Hatsume since I'm clearly better than her, so I'll leave her alone. As for you? Shut your mouth. You rat me out again, and I'll ruin you, bitch," Yuna threatened, watching while Melissa was trying to control her breathing. The sudden stress alone prevented her from feeling cold despite being nude. The female bully smiled. "You know what? I'll delete this picture… but only on one condition," She offered.
"What?" Melissa raised her head hurriedly. Whatever bullshit Yuna would demand would probably be hard for her to accomplish, but she couldn't allow this photo to exist.
"Do a dogeza right here and swear to never get in my way again. If you do that, I won't blackmail you,"
"A dogeza?" Melissa repeated in confusion.
"It means you get on your knees and bow, American bitch," Yuna spat condescendingly. "Hurry up. I don't have all day,"
Melissa's legs were trembling. Her instinctual reaction was to fight back, but she was too scared. Ultimately… She was just a quirkless, powerless girl. No matter how humiliating it was, she could only obey because she was weak. So, without a word, she lowered herself to the cold floor until she was on her knees. Then, she lowered her head, pressing her forehead on the floor and extending her arms forward. She hated them. She hated those three. Most of all, she hated Takahashi. She couldn't believe someone could make her feel such hatred… She wanted to kill her. It wasn't her first time facing bullying. She endured it in the past, but never to this extent.
"I… won't get in your way again. I swear," She managed to utter through her closing up throat. Tears freely streamed down her cheeks now. Snap. Melissa instantly raised her head to see that Yuna had taken another picture, all while wearing a proud smile.
"Wow, you're stupid. Did you really think I'd back off so easily? But thanks for the second blackmail material!" Yuna snickered behind her hand.
"Can't believe she actually did that! Hahaha!" Miki added mockingly.
"You… Don't you have any heart, bastards?!" Melissa raged, clenching her fists.
"Oh, look at that! Blondie can swear!" Yuna laughed, unfazed. "I suggest you hurry up and get dressed 'cause we're leaving and we're not going to keep that door closed just for you," She added before walking away with the others, leaving no room for discussion. "Don't forget I have these two pictures now," She reminded her one last time.
Melissa didn't even wait for them to leave before picking her clothes up and swiftly locking herself inside one of the stalls so that she could get dressed. Her hands were still shaking, and her glasses blurred from her heavy breaths. She didn't care about the blackmail… One way or another, she was getting back at that bitch. She had no idea how, but she'd do it.
The blonde looked at her phone, tears dropping on the screen. She really wished she could call her father… But she didn't know the first thing she'd tell him.
No. She'd do this on her own. She wasn't a little girl anymore. And she wasn't a quirkless reject like everyone wanted to make her believe.
***
Today truly was eventful. Not only because of the reporters in the morning, but also because the teachers held a reunion during the students' break. They discussed what happened in USJ, the number of villains, and their ranks. There were mostly small-time criminals, likely only used as fodder. Their main target was All Might. What was worrying was that some of them escaped custody, likely thanks to the man called Kurogiri. They did wonder why he didn't retrieve Nomu if that was the case, but unless they could interrogate him, they could only theorize.
They also brought up the possibility of a traitor among their students because someone must have supplied the villains information. Again, they didn't wish to jump to conclusions and doubt their students, especially since they didn't have any evidence. Ultimately, they needed to focus on the main villains: Shigaraki Tomura and Kurogiri.
The two were completely unknown. Neither their names nor their quirks were in the registry's database. They also knew little about their personalities and could only go off Thirteen, Aizawa, and some of the students' words. They were also impressed with Midoriya's display.
If All Might only wanted a powerful successor, then he would have given him One For All in a heartbeat. However, that wasn't the case, and the blonde didn't feel like the young man had the heroic spirit for the torch he carried.
The League of Villains was a priority they couldn't ignore. They would make sure to stay connected with the police for any update.
And of course, once the reunion was over, only Nezu and All Might remained in the room. They had their own private conversation to handle…
"The tests confirmed the students' testimony," Nezu simply said once they were alone.
"So… Nomu had multiple quirks?" Yagi asked, to which the principal nodded. "Midoriya said that he was apparently bio-engineered to fight me… I didn't want to believe it at first, but… does that mean he has returned?" He clenched his fist in boiling rage.
"We cannot be certain of that, but it is a high possibility…" Nezu said regrettably, lowering his head.
"I was hoping that my future successor wouldn't have to bear this curse. I hoped that whoever they were, they would make this world greater without having to face him. I…" Yagi paused. Nezu waited for the man to gather his thoughts, letting him continue. "If he is truly back and as strong as he was back then… I won't have a chance against him. I must have a successor and train them to face All For One," He declared, determined.
"Togata Mirio, I presume?" Nezu guessed.
"Is there any better choice? This young man's light will shine brighter than All For One's shadow. I am sure of it,"
Nezu met All Might's gaze with understanding and nodded. He, too, believed that Miro was fit to lead the next generation. Of course, he wouldn't discard the other students either. Even if they didn't hold All Might's torch, they still have great potential for change. He believed in all of them.
While the teachers held this reunion, some of those same students had one of their own. It was only between the class representative from the heroic course and their vice representatives. They discussed the event and what they could do to prepare for next time if it happened again.
The four of them sat in an empty classroom that the teachers lent them for the meeting. Izuku and Momo were side by side, sitting across from Itsuka and Ibara. They were already in the middle of the conversation.
"Maybe we could come up with code words? Each code word would be associated with a specific measure we'd take depending on the situation. Like a villain attack, for example," Itsuka suggested.
"I was thinking of the same thing, actually! It would allow for either a quick counterattack or a retreat. That would help us call for reinforcements and prevent the teachers from getting injured for our sakes," Momo said with a smile.
"Maybe we could even use some weekends for our classes to meet so we can train our teamwork in case we're together? I already know who your powerhouse is going to be," Itsuka snorted, looking up at the massive boy sitting across from her. "Everyone in our class is talking about it. I'd love to spar with you even more now,"
"I don't mind spending time with a girl who's both strong and beautiful," He casually replied, making Momo blink in surprise.
"How scandalous!" The tall girl thought with reddened cheeks.
"Smooth, Midoriya," Itsuka chuckled, a hand on her nape as she faintly blushed.
"Perhaps we shouldn't stray from the original subject?" Ibara reminded them impassively.
It was during their conversation that Leech finally decided to act. He quietly crawled out of Izuku's bag. Thanks to his size, he was quite stealthy but still needed to be careful. He briefly glanced up from under the desk to check which girl was the target. He ignored the fact that he could see their panties from here and focused on their main features. The vine girl was easily recognizable. Slowly, he crawled to her bag and sneaked into it. Unlike Izuku earlier, the girl wouldn't know someone would be inside her backpack, so he needed to act delicately and be discreet.
Fortunately, he succeeded. He felt the bag being lifted and carried as he sat inside in silence. Anytime the bag would open so the girl would retrieve a book inside, Leech would hide in the shadow and away from her hands. It worked exceptionally well. Of course, he couldn't see anything from inside the bag and had no idea when it would be a good time to come out. Eventually, when the bag hadn't moved in some time and he couldn't hear anything from outside, he hesitantly moved the zipper to peek out.
It was dark. But he could see he was in a bedroom. Likely the girl's. So that meant school was likely over and night might have fallen, too. Leech breathed out in relief. He hoped she was fast asleep and not reading a book or scrolling on her phone because he'd be caught right away…
Finally, he crawled out of the bag and looked around. He was shocked to see that Ibara's bedroom wasn't like the typical girl's room. It mostly looked ordinary, except for several crosses displayed on the walls, and other religious imagery scattered throughout the room.
Evidently, the girl was christian. Oh well, this wasn't going to stop him. He climbed up her bed, peeking slightly over it to check if she was awake. It seemed she wasn't. Ibara was sleeping, a peaceful expression upon her face. She wore pajamas with bed sheets covering her up to her chest.
"Alright…" He whispered, standing beside her head, which faced the ceiling. He had various ways of entering someone, one of which included just piercing a hole. However, even if he was relatively small, a hole of his size in someone was painful and took some time to heal. It would wake her up and she'd fight back, which wasn't usually a problem but he couldn't be seen this time. Another way was to use an entry already present and pierce a hole from the inside to reach the brain. "Guess I'll have to hurry…"
He hoped she wasn't a light sleeper. Slowly, he pushed her jaw down and force her mouth open before crawling in. He was roughly the size of a fist, so that would be impossible for anyone to swallow. Fortunately, his body was quite malleable. Thus, he simply outstretched himself until he was thin enough to go through. It cut the oxygen flow for a time, which Ibara seemed to notice even in her sleeping state, but it wasn't enough to wake her up.
Eventually, he was in. That was when Shiozaki opened her eyes. The girl groaned, holding her stomach as she folded over herself.
"Guh… My stomach… Did I eat something rotten?" She asked herself. Why was it hurting her so suddenly?
What she didn't know was that Leech had pierce a hole from inside to go where he needed to. He sealed it back by leaving one of his tentacle roots behind, which will remain until it naturally healed on its own. Meanwhile, he traveled up. As usually, it was a tight squeeze.
And while Ibara was worrying about a bad stomach ache, the small creature finally reached its destination: her brain. Without wasting any time, he climbed on top of it and extended his roots all over it. Whether they were big or small, all of them connected to the grey matter, slipping between the thin crevices. Just as she was about to stand up, he cut off her pain receptors and put her to sleep.
If he was lucky, then she would just think this was all a dream the next morning.
"That was a close one…" Leech muttered. "Better link up with her eyes if I wanna see shit. Seriously… I hate doing this. I liked it better when it's just a meat puppet… Ugh, can't believe I sacrificed a body for this," He sighed. At least, he knew some things about the girl now. She was religious, so maybe he could use that against her.
Nevertheless, he needed to notify his leader that he accomplished his mission. Since she was out, might as well take control temporarily. His roots pulsed as a mushroom suddenly grew out of the top of Ibara's head, shoving some vines out of the way.
The girl, or rather Leech, opened her eyes, which seemed vacant for a second before regaining life. She sat up and looked around until she found Ibara's phone on the nightstand. She unlocked it with facial recognition and sent Izuku a text telling him that she accomplished her mission before deleting the whole conversation. There. With that out of the way, the mushroom retracted until it vanished as the girl fell back on her bed and Leech gave her back control of her body.
For now, he would bide his time.
***
"Everything is going well," Izuku stated while sitting on his throne. He was in his lair, Vortex and Zhong Liu standing before him. "It looks like Leech hasn't been discovered. Good. At this rate, I will accomplish my goals without a hitch. They're all so predictable. No serious, none of them acts like every single one of their actions could be meticulously scrutinized to be used against them for someone else's benefit,"
"Gee… I wonder why," Vortex muttered sarcastically. He wouldn't state explicitly that most people weren't paranoid.
"Where is Ace, by the way?" Izuku turned to Zhong Liu, who scratched the back of his head.
"She isn't feeling too well. She's been throwing up recently, so she's still in the restroom," The bull-man explained.
Indeed, Himiko was currently sitting on the floor, leaning over the toilet and groaning to herself.
"Well, that'll teach her to drink any random idiot's blood at any opportunity," Izuku sighed before glancing at Vortex. "Did you find everything you could on the Yaoyorozu family?" He inquired, to which the man nodded.
"I have. However, if we intend to use it against them, we'll need more incriminating elements," Vortex replied. When Izuku told him about his classmates and shared some information about them, he had quickly recognized Momo's family name, and it wasn't for no reason. "Some of the guys working for us, or even among our clients, had their lives screwed over by them. Of their businesses is an insurance company, so that should have been obvious," He scoffed. "It's legal on papers, but anytime they cover something, it's actually just a loan," He raised a stack of paper. "I've acually got a contract here. Their carefully worded fine prints mask it pretty well, so if you aren't too knowledgeable or don't pay attention when you sign, you'll get fucked," He explained.
"I see… Anything else? You said they've got other companies?" Izuku questioned.
"They're mostly legit, but one division stands out," Vortex said, flipping to another document. "A biotech subsidiary. Officially, they focus on advanced support materials and medical research tied to quirks. I have a feeling… that there may be more to it,"
"Why?" Izuku asked curiously.
"Partly because of the insurance thing, but also because no rich family gets that much hate from the underground without a reason. They fucked many people over, that's for sure. Most of all, it reminded me of something that happened while I was working under my previous boss, Avian King," Vortex answered.
"I'm listening,"
"At some point, he had been looking for new recruits. Some kind of… elite soldiers. He was tempted to buy a batch of that new drug, Trigger, but didn't wish to deal with the Yakuza. Instead, he found a strange group that was selling people,"
"Selling soldiers? How does that work?" Izuku tilted his head.
"They seemed to be conditioned for obedience. They were also kids," Vortex replied, crossing his arms. He would have said they were impressive for their age… but he witnessed Izuku's power and figured that they were likely ants to him, too. "The interesting part is their quirks. They were ideal for combat with almost no weaknesses. Some even had dual quirks. They were ideal fighters. It was almost like… they were bred for it," The man narrowed his eyes. "But they were expensive, and Avian King got the bright idea of killing the ringleader and taking those soldiers for himself without paying. We barely escaped with our lives, but… I heard someone say the Yaoyorozu name," He revealed.
"So you think they may be breeding these elite soldiers to sell to the highest bidder?" Izuku summarized. Vortex nodded as the dragon boy leaned back on his throne. "Now you've got me intrigued… I absolutely need evidence of that. Anything that could be used for blackmail… or even to break someone," He smirked to himself. "The person I use for infiltration already has a mission concerning the League of Villains, so I'll need to find someone else,"
Himiko would be likely busy with the league, so sending her on two missions at once would be too much trouble for her. It wouldn't be efficient either. Unfortunately, he didn't trust anyone enough in his group to infiltrate an operation successfully.
"Oh, and there's something else. It's about Mount Lady," Vortex remarked. "She may be blonde, but she isn't too stupid. She figured we might be doing something shady on the side since we… well, practically bribe her not to patrol certain areas. The money seems to be enough for her not to rat us out,"
"Well, that's good. Keep it up," Izuku waved his hand dismissively.
"That's not the issue, however. She still wants what we promised her: make her a model. Uhm… The problem is that we still don't have a modelling company…" Vortex reminded him.
"Hm? That's not a problem. I already had something in mind. There's this new app called FansPro where people can post pictures of themselves," Izuku explained as Zhong Liu perked up.
"Isn't that a porn app?" The man bull asked.
"Why do you know that?" Vortex narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"I just… Look, there are a lot of big heteromorph ladies on there, okay? Something this bar severely lacks," Zhong Liu defended himself. Heteromorph women would be a huge hit in the brothel.
"Regardless, it's not a porn-only thing. Make her an account and take care of it," Izuku casually ordered.
"Me? I will have to manage it?" Vortex replied, uncertain. "It's not that I'm doubting you, Haō-sama, but… I already have a lot of duties. It's a bit much, don't you think?" He smiled nervously. The horned boy glared at him. "I'll make it as soon as possible!" Vortex quickly declared.
"See that you do. Maybe I'll find someone to give that job to eventually, but I'll leave it to you for now," Haō said, standing up. "As for me, I'll call it a night. Tomorrow's the weekend, which is when I'm having my rematch with Miruko,"
"Leave it to Master to match even a pro hero ranked eleventh in the billboard chart," Zhong Liu muttered in awe as Izuku walked out of the room.
"Yeah… That kid is a freak of nature…" Vortex whispered, almost afraid the boy would hear him. At least, he was a more competent leader than Avian King… but maybe a little too ambitious for Vortex's liking.
***
Izuku left him home in the morning to go where Miruko had planned their rematch. They talked through text after she sent him that first message after the USJ incident, and he had eagerly agreed to the rematch. The pro heroine didn't want it to be an illegal match, though. That was why they wouldn't be meeting in some dark alley or secluded spot.
They were actually going to fight in a public gym her agency owned. It was natural for a hero of her ranking to have such facilities. He supposed it was useful not only for her because she had a place to train, but also because other people who needed something like it were welcome to use it as well.
From what he read online, it was quite spacious and offered several services. One of them was a boxing ring. Now, normally, a pro heroine getting into a fight with a high school student like him wouldn't be seen well. However… Most people still mistook him for a middle-aged man. So they wouldn't have an issue.
It took him half an hour to get there, and he didn't waste a second before going in, not needing to lean down since the door was tall enough for him to fit. As expected, there were many people, most of which were busy with their own activities and training.
There was standard gym equipment, training dummies, punching bags, and even a room for yoga from what he could see. Barely a step inside, and someone already called out to him.
"There you are!"
It was Miruko. She wasn't in her hero costume this time. Instead, she only wore black gym shorts and a black sports bra with white outlines. She was also barefoot since the floor seemed clean and most people inside did the same.
"Well, you called me," Izuku pointed out with a shrug.
"And we'll settle this. I let you humiliate me last time because I was too careless; that's not gonna happen again," Rumi smirked confidently. "Change into your gym clothes in the men's locker room. I'll wait for you at the ring," She pointed at the boxing ring with her thumb.
"Just give me a minute," Izuku nodded as he left for the locker room.
When he came out, he was only wearing gym shorts, leaving himself topless. Miruko's gaze traveled across him, and she wasn't the only one to do that. The boy's body looked like it was sculpted by a Greek artist, possessing well-defined and powerful muscles. The rabbit girl already stood in the ring but had to force all of her animal instincts down to prevent her from jumping on her opponent and trying to pin him down for a wild round of sexmaking. Con of having a rabbit quirk.
When Izuku entered the ring, it didn't take long for people around to approach curiously, intrigued by the scene playing out before them.
"Is Miruko going to fight someone?" One spectator asked.
"Who is that guy?"
"Probably just a friendly spar…"
"Man, I feel bad for that guy. He might be big, but Usagiyama-san is going to whoop his ass,"
"I've gotta admit, you aren't bad-looking, kid," Miruko whistled, placing hands on her hips as she watched him get in the ring.
"I didn't think you'd admit that," He replied, faintly surprised.
"I'm not a wimp, so when I've got something to say, I just come out and say it. Still, I've seen guys like you before, and you aren't special," She shrugged arrogantly.
"I see you still haven't learned your lesson, then? Last time, you held back because you underestimated me. Will you do the same now? Hn. Besides… I may just be the most special person you'll ever meet. I'm the strongest," Izuku retorted just as arrogantly. Miruko whistled again.
"Now that's some ego! You aren't ready to face the real world if you think like that, kid. Anyway, logically, we should both be holding back unless it's a fight to the death," She grinned. "But you're right. I won't underestimate you anymore," She cracked her neck.
"What are the rules?" Izuku inquired, watching as the rabbit woman was doing stretches.
"The first one to down the other wins. A full-on down, so making me sink to my knees isn't going to count," Rumi replied, stretching her muscular legs. "And wimpy ass downs don't count either. Meaning, we're fine if we just trip or slip. You only win if you make me fall, got it?"
Izuku left a pregnant pause before snorting.
"Bringing me to my knees is already an achievement in itself, but if you actually bring me down, then I'll consider you my strongest opponent," He declared.
"Heh. Being a brat even now?" The heroine snickered. From the way her muscles tensed, it looked she was really itching to beat his ass. He did make her flash him the last time they met, so he understood the anger. "Don't blame me if you get seriously hurt,"
"So, if you win, you get your pride back, but we do agree that if I win, I get another reward?" Izuku questioned.
"Ugh…" The tanned woman groaned with a grimace. "What could actually be a decent sparring partner had to be a perv, huh?" She held the bridge of her nose. Oh, she was used to perverts, especially among her fans, but she didn't have to interact with them. She liked strong people, and mostly strong men, but she didn't expect that once she'd find someone who could keep up with her, he'd be a pervert! "Fine. Not like you're winning this one," She conceded. She walked up to him, raising her head to meet his gaze. The contrast between their heights was almost ridiculous. "Let the strongest fighter win," She raised her fist toward him.
Izuku fist bumped her without a word, signaling the start of the fight. Miruko immediately jumped back, planting her feet against the ropes as they were stretched back. She used that as momentum to bounce back toward the giant. He didn't even move out of the way as she kicked him in the face with one foot, then bounced off the floor as soon as she touched it to knee Izuku in the chin.
She didn't make the same mistake as last time and didn't hold back as much. The horned boy's head was thrown back. Miruku followed with a spinning kick in the ribs. She clicked her tongue, feeling her leg muscles ripple. It was like hitting a brick wall. No, even worse. She could easily kick brick walls apart. She felt like a quirkless person kicking a wall. That would be more accurate. Maybe she'd need more strength than planned.
"Dragon Scythe," Izuku extended his arm to his side for a lariat attack, suddenly shooting forward.
Rumi widened her eyes, urgently throwing herself down, though only her hands and toes were touching the floor, as the tall boy passed over her.
"He's fast! You wouldn't think so with his size!" She thought, quickly jumping back on her feet. Only for Izuku to spin on his heels, his arm still in the same position to deliver a backhand blow. She reacted quickly and dodged again with impressive dexterity. To Izuku's surprise, the tanned woman had landed and crouched on his arm, which could easily support her weight. "What's wrong, big boy? Can't even catch a rabbit?" She taunted, with a smirk.
Izuku remained impassive, swinging his other arm at her. Miruko reacted fast enough and jumped over his head, then grabbed his horns as she descended to use them as support before striking him in the back with both knees. The boy barely budged. Honestly, he was simply testing her strength since she said she'd be holding back less than their previous battle.
She did hit harder. But not hard enough. He decided to take it a little more seriously. With lightning speed, his knee moved before Miruko could even process that he spun and struck her in the belly. The rabbit woman gasped as she was thrown back and slammed into the ropes, which flung her back toward the draconic boy.
Izuku extended his arms to catch her in a bear hug, only for the pro heroine to quickly regain her senses and kick his hands away. She landed on her hands, then pushed herself off the floor to land on the ropes again for a higher jump.
He raised his head, watching as Rumi spun in a cartwheel motion to slam one leg between his neck and his shoulder. Again, he didn't flinch.
The onlookers couldn't keep the shock off their faces. They could hardly believe it, but that giant man was keeping up with Miruko. No… It looked like she was struggling, didn't it? Most didn't want to admit it since they had grown used to the rabbit woman's presence here, and she always seemed impossible to take down. Not just because of her strength, but also her seemingly endless energy. This man must have been some kind of experienced pro hero they didn't know about!
Miruko didn't let up. She kneed Izuku in the face, then followed with a spinning kick in the neck. The longer this was going on, the harder she was starting to breathe and sweat, and the less she held back. Still, those hits actually managed to push the boy back. Despite that, his blows were still slow and sloppy. She could tell he was still not using his full strength. Was he mocking her?! She wouldn't allow it!
Finally, she used his fists as platforms to climb his body, then slammed both of her legs against his neck, locking his legs between her thighs. She flexed them, making the muscles more prominent. If brute force wouldn't work, then she would choke him out! It might have been too hard on a brat, but he'd handle it!
"Time to finish this up. Try getting me off if you want, but no one ever managed to without getting their heads torn off," She smirked, showing her toothy smile. Yet… Even though his head was locked, his expression still remained impassive. It was almost like he was taunting her to do it and decapitate him! Of course, she wouldn't do that, but… she would still cut off any oxygen from reaching his brain until she won!
"Do I even need to? Aren't you just giving me a free show?" Izuku replied amusedly. Blinking, Miruko processed what he said. The gall…!
"Grrr…! I've had enough!" Miruko clenched her teeth, punching him in the face while still choking him. This was unacceptable! Any enemy locked like this and struggling for air should have been begging for mercy or filled with terror! He was just showing how unaffected he was by enjoying being in this position! She couldn't allow that!
"You can punch well, too, so all your power isn't just focused in your legs," Izuku remarked. "You're strong, agile, and swift. You've also got good dexterity and you're flexible. As a pro hero, you'll likely reach the top ten soon. However… I surpass you in every category," He narrowed his eyes, holding no doubt in his gaze.
Without warning, his hands shot up to her ankles, fingers wrapping around them in a tight grip. Without any effort at all, he spread her legs and broke her hold.
"What?!" Miruko exclaimed. So easily?
Izuku spun around and threw her out of the ring. The spectators jumped out of the way in shock as the rabbit heroine soared through the air. Thankfully for her, she instantly recovered and cushioned her collision with the wall thanks to her feet.
"Huh?" The horned boy uttered.
"Never said we could lose by ring out!" Rumi grinned, bending her legs with the momentum of the throw, before jumping off the wall at full speed. She spun until her legs were facing her opponent, fully extended toward him. Both her feet struck Izuku right in the solar plexus. The collision itself created a small shockwave and a gust of wind. Yet, the boy instantly countered with a double hammer fist right in the heroine's belly. "Guh!" She gasped, wind knocked out of her as she was slammed against the floor so hard she bounced off of it and then landed back down. The older woman groaned in pain, holding her stomach. "Shit…"
"That's my win, then," Izuku cracked his neck casually while the rabbit heroine was pushing herself to her feet.
"WHAT?! No way! He just tossed her like that?!"
"Did you see that grab? He didn't even struggle!"
"Miruko got outmuscled?! That's insane!"
"That dude was crazy!"
Rumi looked around, grimacing as she listened to everyone gush over that damn brat. She couldn't believe she lost again! Sure, it was only a down, but she wouldn't complain about rules SHE came up with! She glared at the horned boy.
"I admit my loss. Again," She sighed dejectedly. "Let's talk somewhere else," She suggested before jumping out of the ring.
Izuku followed her without a word. They didn't have to walk for long since they didn't leave the gym. Instead, Miruko led him to the locker room, except it wasn't located where the men's and women's locker rooms that he saw earlier were.
"My private room when I need to change or shower. Makes it easier to avoid groupies," The woman explained after noticing his curious gaze.
"So why did you bring me here?" Izuku inquired with a tilted head.
"You know why, pervert," Rumi scoffed, crossing her arms. "I always keep my word because I'm no coward. And I'm not so weak that showing my tits to an overconfident brat will affect me that much," She explained as she took her sports bra off and threw it to the side, revealing her bare breasts again. "Take a good look and enjoy it while you can, but mark my words… I am NOT losing next time. I will definitely teach you a lesson," The heroine glared.
"You'll never learn," Izuku rolled his eyes. "You think I'll choose something so trivial as my reward again? For beating you? Hell no. I want an actual prize, so get on your knees," He ordered without missing a beat.
"Huh?" Miruko uttered. "The hell are you saying, stupid brat?! Do you take me for a slut? I'm not doing shit like this! You're already lucky enough to see my tits!" She barked stubbornly.
"I won. You lost. Nothing more to it. A loser who doesn't even have the strength to back up her words apparently. Are you that much of a wimp that you can't even pay the price of failure?" Izuku retorted without mincing his words. He didn't need to beat around the bush anymore. Miruko growled but didn't reply. Her pride had taken a hit, and going back on her word would just make it worse, she supposed. Finally, she sank to her knees. "Good," He said before lowering his gym shorts.
Rumi widened her eyes as soon as he did, gazing upon his massive cock as it stood straight before her eyes. The thing was thicker and longer than her fucking forearm! She gulped instinctively and almost slapped herself to keep her senses. She needed to remain calm. She couldn't let him see that she was intimidated. She also needed to control her hormones; otherwise she'd start begging for a breeding. That was why she was careful with dating! Because her damn quirk made her a breeding slut!
"What are you waiting for? All you have to do is make me come. You can use any method you want, but hurry up," Izuku commanded.
"Shut up! Don't get cocky because of your victories!" Miruko growled, suddenly wrapping both of her hands around his mandhood and squeezing as hard as she could. "Hope I'm gentle enough?" She asked mockingly, expecting to see him cry like a bitch.
"Could be rougher, but it's good like that as well," He replied casually instead.
Miruko clicked her tongue. That brat was seriously a monster. No matter! She'd make him come in a few seconds! She was still the most experienced for this! She stroked his schlong with both hands without allowing herself to soften the grip on it. Her glare remained as present as ever on her face, staring right into his eyes while jerking his penis off.
"There you go. Now you're trying," Izuku snorted.
"Do you ever shut up?!" Miruko quickened the pace. Her hands were undoubtedly strong, but her skin was surprisingly soft. It might have been because she mostly used her legs to fight and wore gloves.
"Actually, I usually don't talk much. I'm just making an exception for you," The boy chuckled proudly. "Not everyday that a man can have a pro heroine to relieve his cock,"
"If only you were a villain… I'd rip it off you,"
"You couldn't even if I were," He retorted.
He was really tempting her to try, but she hadn't lost her mind yet. Still… How tough was he?! How long was he going to last?! He didn't look close to coming at all! She'd expect a pervert like him to be a desperate virgin. And she'd expect virgins to jizz in their pants at the sight of her tits alone.
Well, it wasn't like he didn't feel anything. This was certainly the best handjob he ever got. She was extremely rough, almost like she was literally beating his meat or trying to milk him. Her grip's strength fit a pro hero of her caliber, and her hands moved from his base to the very head, allowing her to feel every vein. Naturally, the view he got to witness was excellent, too. The rabbit heroine on her knees, hatefully glaring at him. His manhood shuddered in pleasure already. It wasn't enough to make him come, but it was a start.
A shame her blowjob would probably never be as good as Sameko's. The shark girl's teeth just made the whole experience better, especially when she tried her hardest to bite his meat off.
Speaking of… it seemed Miruko was getting impatient. She suddenly spat on his cock, using her hands to spread her saliva across it.
"Yes, I'm sure spitting on it will help," Izuku chuckled condescendingly, earning himself another glare. She didn't even bother responding to the taunt this time.
Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that this wasn't working. She couldn't believe she would go that far, but screw it! She suddenly grabbed her tits and pressed them around Izuku's cock, wrapping it in an ample and soft embrace. The sweat from the fight earlier was still present, but it just made her moves easier to perform.
"Thought you'd only settle for a handjob?" The boy grinned smugly.
"You better remember that I'm only inches away from your balls, brat," She threatened. Oh, maybe that could be her prize when she'd win their next rematch? She'd get to bust this freak's balls!
Izuku scoffed but didn't reply. He wasn't worried at all. The rabbit heroine moved her tanned breasts up and down along his shaft, trying to be as fierce and rough as with her hands. It was noticeably more complicated. He could tell that she wasn't used to being submissive. Obviously, she was the one in control in the bedroom. He could imagine how boiling her rage must have been inside right now.
If it mostly was because she was forced to please him or because she was bested again, he couldn't tell. It didn't matter to him. Her breasts rubbed along his penis well, but she eventually changed tactics and switched to another pattern. This time, she moved each boob in opposite directions. When one would go up, the other would go down. Again, she attempted to create as much friction as she could, spitting on the tip of his dick again. She was almost desperate in her attempt to make him come.
His manhood did throb. It felt good. But he refused to climax before he had his cock down her throat. Maybe she got the message.
"Damn it… Can't believe this shit…" She muttered to herself, opening her mouth as her tongue hesitantly poked out. There it was… Finally, her tongue made contact with his cockhead, her lips following soon after.
Her stomach fluttered. Fuck, her body was getting so heated up… She wanted this massive cock to breed her so bad… No, her instincts wanted to. She didn't. Still, she'd never give up so easily. She would rather die than ever allow such a low-life to fuck her pussy, no matter how strong or powerful he was… No matter how big or intimidating he was… Or how small he made her feel.
Miruko's glare only sharpened, her tongue swirling around his dick's tip. Her soft tongue moved as vigorously as she had been until now. Her tongue ran fiercely across his cockhead, pushing against the urethra as well. She even let go of her breasts, grabbing his cock in her hands to trace a path along the length with her tongue, tasting every vein. It was impressive how despite all of that, her eyes never let his. It was as if she were still challenging him, telling him that she wasn't beaten. Her eyes remained fierce. Oh, he'd have fun with her. He certainly wouldn't lose.
Nevertheless, she knew she couldn't stop at licking his shaft. She wrapped her lips around his tip, slowly pushing it in. It hit the back of her throat before she even realized, and she wasn't even close to getting the whole thing in her mouth. Still, the rabbit heroine bobbed her head back and forth, keeping herself from gagging as best as she could.
The sounds she was making were obscene, much to her shame. The worst part was the taste: she didn't hate it. Not even a little. In fact, she was evidently growing more aroused. Her gym shorts were damp with a visible wet spot at her pussy. It was all that brat's fault. Humiliating her in battle wasn't enough! His stupid dick had to make her act up, too! She'd resist it; she'd resist it. She would make him shoot his load and she wouldn't even need to climax.
Izuku had waited long enough. He placed a hand on the rabbit heroine's head, making her glare turn a tad suspicious. Then, without warning, he grabbed her rabbit ears, each ear in one hand. Miruko widened her eyes in realization, but she was too late to act. The villain pulled, slamming her nose against his pelvis as he shoved his girthy cock down her now-bulging throat. This time, the pro heroine couldn't keep the gagging down.
Rumi positioned her hands on his legs, attempting to push herself away from his hold. Of course, she had nowhere near enough strength for that. Izuku pulled on her ears without restraint with an iron-tight grip, rocking his hips back and forth. She wasn't doing anything anymore. He was in total control, fucking her throat like it was a sex toy.
The locker room was filled with muffled groans and moans and vulgar sucking sounds. Miruko's fingers tried to dig into his legs as she gripped them harder. She stopped fighting back, trying to breathe through her nose instead since she wasn't about to get any oxygen from her mouth anytime soon.
Saliva dripped down from her chin, just as her pussy was dripping between her legs. Finally, her glare broke. Her eyes twitched, nearly rolling back into her head. Her heartbeat quickened, shifting between arousal and a fight for survival. Her vision blurred; her mind grew fuzzy. She felt like she was going insane.
Izuku's pleasure was reaching its peak. If Miruko's mouth were that good, then he could imagine the rest of her well-sculpted body. Soon enough, she'd be his property, like many others. He slammed his hips forward just as his crotch seemed to burn and shot his load down her gullet and directly into her stomach.
After a couple of seconds, her cheeks bulged, cum bursting out from her nose and the edges of her mouth around Izuku's penis. She didn't have much of a choice but to gulp everything she could down.
Eventually, the horned boy pulled his manhood out of her mouth, holding the rabbit heroine by the ears as she slumped forward. He dropped her, but she caught herself on her hands just in time, coughing desperately and spitting remnants of some of his semen out.
"You're way less talkative when your throat's fucked now, huh?" Izuku commented mockingly, pulling up his gym shorts. "Since we're done here, I'll get changed and leave, but don't hesitate to call again when you're craving my cock—I mean, when you want a rematch," He chuckled before walking away.
When Rumi was finally alone, she punched the floor with her left fist, clenching her teeth.
"That… dirty brat…" She spat angrily while her right hand moved between her legs and slipped inside her gym shorts. She began fingering herself fiercely as if she wanted to get it done as soon as possible, moving her hand back and forth to reach her most sensitive spot. She was horny. Incredibly horny. Especially after all of that. She fucking hated it. Her legs trembled, her rabbit tail and ears twitching as she curled her toes. "Fuck him. Fuck that brat… Next time… Next time I'll kick his ass… Teach him a lesson… Ugh… Ah…" She breathed heavily, still fingering herself on the floor like an animal in heat. "Use his cock as a sex toy… That'll teach him… And crush his perverted balls…"
Damn, she needed to come so badly.