Izuku ran at full speed through the halls of U.A. He dodged a group from the support course, jumped over an abandoned backpack, and almost knocked down a third year student who gave him a death glare while he kept moving.
Damn it, he thought while accelerating. How could I forget my English book today? Present Mic's going to make me listen to his amplified screams all class as punishment. I'm going to go deaf in my first week.
He rounded a corner at full speed with his shoes screeching against the polished floor. The English class was in the west wing. He had barely a few minutes to get there before the bell rang and his reputation as a responsible student died in a spectacular way.
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Momo walked down the same hallway in the opposite direction with an open book in front of her face. Her eyes scanned every line with concentration while her feet moved automatically.
Knowledge is the true limitation of my Quirk after all, she thought, frowning slightly.
She turned a page without looking up from the text. English class was about to start; she had enough time if she kept this steady pace.
She turned the same corner from the opposite side.
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WHAM!
The impact threw them backward. Izuku felt the blow to his chest and the air escaped his lungs in a choked gasp. Momo let out a short scream as her book went flying from her hands.
"Ahhhhh!"
They both screamed as gravity claimed their bodies.
THUD!
Izuku hit the ground first. His back absorbed the entire impact with a dull thud that echoed in the empty hallway.
Shit, that hurt, he thought, dazed.
"Kyaaa!"
Momo fell directly on top of him a second later. Her weight crushed him against the cold floor while the world turned into a whirlwind of contradictory sensations.
The first thing Izuku registered was a pair of extremely comfortable, soft, and padded breasts resting against his hands. The second thing he registered was something even more lewd than the first. They'd fallen in such a compromising position that Momo's private parts were now resting on his knee.
Worse still...
Momo was completely on top of him with her legs spread on either side of his body. Her skirt was hiked up to mid thigh and her crotch was pressed completely against his bent knee.
Time stopped.
Izuku blinked several times, trying to process the scene. Momo's panties were visible: white with a small pink bow in the center. Her face was inches from his, her gray eyes were wide and her mouth formed a perfect "O" of absolute shock.
Even with the uniform they feel this soft, Izuku thought as his fingers involuntarily sank a bit deeper into the fabric. Wow... they're definitely premium quality.
The silence stretched between them. Momo stared at him with wide eyes, trying to process the collision and the position of his hands. Then, without thinking, Izuku opened his mouth:
"This is... they're perfect."
Momo's face went from white to pink, from pink to red, and from red to crimson in less than a second.
W-what did he say? she thought, mortified. That they're comfortable? Was he talking about my breasts?
"M-Midoriya san..." she started, her voice coming out in a strangled whisper.
Then she saw his eyes. Izuku's green eyes went glassy, as if his attention had just gone somewhere else entirely. His gaze lost focus, fixing on an invisible point beyond her face.
What's wrong with him? Momo thought, confused by the sudden change.
She took advantage of the moment and tried to get up, pushing against his chest with her hands. Izuku's eyes snapped back to normal. Before she could move more than an inch, he grabbed her by the waist with both hands, pressing his fingers against the curve of her sides.
"Wait!" he shouted urgently. "Don't get up!"
Momo's eyes widened at the sudden contact and her body tensed up completely. Then, to her horror, Izuku's hands left her waist and returned to her breasts. This wasn't an accidental contact this time; he deliberately closed them around each one, squeezing them with a firmness that left no room for misunderstanding.
"Ngh!"
The lewd sound escaped her throat without permission, a short moan that made her want to disappear into the floor.
"L-let go of me!" she ordered, her voice trembling with indignation. "This is... perverted!"
Izuku processed her words and a spark of guilt shot through his thoughts.
She's right, he thought with a flash of awareness. Touching a girl's breasts out of nowhere is completely inappropriate. I got so excited with what I saw in my Quirk that I forgot the basic limits of human decorum.
He withdrew his hands from her breasts like a regretful gentleman and placed them back on her waist, maintaining a respectful distance. He cleared his throat.
"Yaoyorozu san, I know this isn't an appropriate situation to admit it, but..."
"I-I'm not interested!" Momo interrupted him abruptly.
She backed up a bit within her limited range of movement, waving her hands in front of her completely flushed face.
"I-I'm very sorry, Midoriya san, but... I-I'm not interested!"
Izuku stopped cold, his expression changing to total confusion.
"... Huh?"
What exactly is she talking about? he thought, genuinely lost. Did I say something that sounded like... something else?
Momo took a deep breath, trying to regain her "good family daughter" posture, even though her voice trembled slightly.
"We barely know each other beyond our academic responsibilities," she began with a formal and slightly high pitched tone. "It seems highly inappropriate that your method of... of courtship is so... so direct and physical! It's a total lack of established social decorum protocol!"
Izuku's eyes went wide as he started to break into a cold sweat.
"C-courtship?!" he exclaimed. "I didn't...!"
Momo interrupted him again, adopting an academic lecture tone despite still being completely flushed.
"Furthermore, as aspiring professional heroes at U.A. Academy, we must maintain an impeccable standard of conduct," she continued, raising a finger as if she were giving a master class. "Starting a romantic relationship while being classmates would be an unacceptable distraction for our studies. It's simply... not possible! We don't even know our personal preferences or family histories! It's a proposal lacking all logic and relational structure!"
"But Yaoyorozu san..." Izuku tried to get a word in.
Momo waved her hand, completely immersed in her diatribe and ignoring the fact that his hands were still on her waist.
"And not only that, Midoriya san! From a strictly logistical point of view, a romantic commitment in our stage of development as provisional heroes would cause an unnecessary fluctuation in our dopamine and oxytocin levels. That would alter our concentration on the battlefield!"
Izuku sweated even more, desperately trying to interrupt the verbal tsunami.
"B-but listen! It's not what...!"
Momo made a silence gesture with an authoritative elegance that would've been impressive if she weren't sitting on him in the most compromising position of her life.
"No, please, don't try to justify your impulsiveness with lack of experience! I understand that adolescent hormones can be a source of erratic actions, but the direct contact method you've employed is, to say the least, an assault on the principles of courtesy toward a lady! Don't you consider that there are etiquette manuals for these situations?"
Damn it, just let me explain! Izuku shouted internally.
Momo continued with an air of moral superiority mixed with extreme embarrassment.
"If your intention was to draw my attention to your capabilities, you've achieved it, but in the most... most... unacademic way possible! Even if my Creation Quirk requires a high caloric intake, it's no excuse for you to try to feed the situation in this... this... shameless way!"
Izuku finally managed to let out a shout:
"YAOYOROZU SAN, IT'S ABOUT MY QUIRK!"
Momo stopped for a second, blinking in confusion. Then her mind took another completely different path.
"Now you're trying to use your Quirk as an excuse?!" she exclaimed as her indignation reached new levels. "That's even more reprehensible! You're manipulating academic lexicon for purposes of... of... unbridled lust!"
Izuku collapsed against the ground, completely defeated by his classmate's strange logic.
I give up, he thought with absolute resignation. Getting expelled from U.A. is easier than finishing this damn sentence.
But then he looked at the clock on the hallway wall. Class was about to start and Momo was still talking about "appropriate interpersonal approach protocols" and "the importance of explicit verbal consent." Determined in the face of her endless diatribe and seeing that he was running later and later, Izuku made a drastic decision.
SMACK!
The sound of his hand connecting with Momo's butt resonated in the empty hallway.
"Nnnngh!"
The moan that came out of her mouth was completely involuntary, loud, and absolutely lewd. Momo wobbled forward from the impact, her crotch rubbing fully against Izuku's knee while one of her breasts fell directly onto the boy's open mouth.
"Ahhhh! Ngh!"
The sounds continued to come from her throat while her body reacted to the multiple contact. Her heart beat fast and her face burned with an intensity that threatened to melt her brain.
W-what just...? Why did I make those sounds? Momo thought, completely mortified. Those moans were completely inappropriate for a lady of my position!
Izuku, with Momo's breast pressed against his mouth, thought with satisfaction that he'd finally controlled the situation. He tried to speak:
"Mmph... Mmphoro shmm..."
His words came out completely incoherent, muffled by the abundant softness pressed against his lips.
"Mmmph!" Momo let out another moan when his lips moved against her breast, practically biting it with each attempt to speak.
Izuku, with supreme resignation at the need to leave that perfectly comfortable pillow, pulled his mouth away enough to articulate real words.
"First of all, Yaoyorozu san," he said with a casual voice, as if he hadn't just had a mouth full of female breast, "I can see your panties."
Momo gave a small jump and her hands flew immediately to her skirt to pull it down with frantic movements. Her face reached a new shade of red. Izuku cleared his throat in a formal manner.
"Ahem... well, secondly, this has to do with my Quirk."
"But..." Momo began.
"Shhhh."
Izuku placed a finger over her lips with a gentle gesture. Momo froze, her gray eyes wide in shock at the contact.
"What I mean is that my Quirk has a... particular way of working," he explained in a calm voice. "I told you before that my Quirk is called Train, right?"
Momo nodded slowly, not knowing where this conversation was heading.
"Well, what happens is that I don't fully understand the logic of my Quirk," Izuku continued. "There are still many things I don't understand in detail. But you could say it's an enhancement Quirk."
Momo opened her mouth to interrupt.
"That's obvious in a Quirk with that name..."
SMACK!
Another spank echoed in the hallway. Momo let out a stifled squeal and her hands flew to her butt in a late attempt at protection.
"M-Midoriya san!"
I've never been treated this way in my life, Momo thought. Not only did they grope my breasts, but now they're spanking me as if I were... as if I were...! This is completely inappropriate for an interaction between classmates!
Izuku ignored her protest and continued with a serious tone:
"The thing is that my Quirk can make your Quirk evolve."
Momo's world stopped.
"... What?"
Her eyes opened wide and all the shame and indignation evaporated in a second. Without even realizing it, she leaned her butt completely against Izuku's knee to have better balance and concentration, pressing her crotch without a filter against the joint. Izuku internally thanked all the gods in the universe while he struggled desperately not to have an erection at this precise moment.
"Yes, just like you heard," he confirmed, keeping his voice steady. "My Quirk can help improve those of others."
Momo processed the words and her analytical brain fired off at the implications.
"That's... Midoriya san, do you understand the implications of what you're saying?" Her voice trembled with contained emotion. "This is extraordinary. If your Quirk can optimize the abilities of others, the applications in hero training would be..."
SMACK!
"Nghhh!!!"
A spank interrupted her diatribe.
"Ahem... sorry," she apologized immediately, her face flushing again. "I got carried away by the excitement of scientific discovery."
Izuku was thankful that this girl didn't say anything about the fact that he'd already given her three spanks without apparent consequences.
"Well, the case is that I don't know much about my Quirk," he continued with an honest tone. "It's something recent that I discovered with Ochako during the practical exam. That's why I haven't said anything. I think you're smart enough to guess..."
Momo's mind completed the sentence instantly.
"So you were afraid it wouldn't happen again or wouldn't work," she said with understanding. "An isolated phenomenon without enough data to confirm its repeatability."
"Exactly," Izuku confirmed, impressed by her mental quickness. "I was afraid it was a one time thing. And what I saw when I touched your chest was the way you can improve your Quirk."
Momo felt her heart race. Her insecurity had always been great because all her classmates had impressive Quirks with immediate applications. Her Creation required extensive knowledge and constant study; even so, she always felt it wasn't enough. Knowing she could improve was something extremely exciting.
"C-could...?" Momo felt embarrassed to ask the favor. "Could you... tell me what I should do?"
Izuku looked at her with a resigned expression.
"That's the catch. You pulled away too fast to know exactly what we can do."
Momo blinked in confusion for a moment. Then, slowly, understanding settled on her face.
"You mean...?"
"That's right," Izuku said with external resignation and absolute internal joy. "In order to see your full training manual, I have to touch your breasts."
The silence stretched between them. Momo processed the words, her logical brain fighting against her instincts of social decorum.
If this allows me to save more people in an emergency situation, she thought with growing determination, then, as a hero in training, I must set aside my personal inhibitions. Under a strict scientific research protocol!
She completely convinced herself. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and spoke the words with a trembling voice:
"C-could you... please... touch my breasts?"
Izuku looked at her with heroic determination.
"I understand. I'll make the necessary sacrifice."
Momo prepared herself mentally to be groped in the name of science. Izuku raised his hands.
"What about the pencil and paper?" he asked suddenly. "You need a notebook to write down your manual."
Momo froze and embarrassment exploded on her face.
I forgot the most important thing! she thought, mortified. What kind of researcher forgets the basic documentation instruments!
She activated her Quirk quickly. Her skin glowed while lipids converted into matter. A small notebook and a pencil appeared in her hands in less than three seconds.
"Write down what I tell you," Izuku instructed with a professional tone.
Then, without further ado, he placed both hands on her breasts. He squeezed them gently, feeling them give under his fingers. The touch was too soft, almost unreal. They were too big for his hands and they simply felt amazing.
This is for the common good, Izuku reminded himself while he enjoyed every second. For the good of humanity and the progress of hero knowledge.
Momo bit her lower lip hard, holding back the moan that threatened to escape. Her entire body trembled slightly.
"Start writing," Izuku ordered.
QUIRK ANALYSIS INITIATED: DIRECT CONTACT + SIGNIFICANT LIPID RESERVE DETECTED. BOOST MODE ACTIVATED BY PROXIMITY TO FUEL SOURCE.
NAME: CREATION
USER: MOMO YAOYOROZU
RELATED PHYSIOLOGY: Converts epidermal lipids into inert matter. The precision of the created object depends directly on the user's molecular understanding. The process requires high caloric intake to maintain energy reserves.
CURRENT LIMITATIONS: Creation speed is limited by a sequential mental process (one layer at a time). A subconscious block exists for creating objects perceived as "too complex," even with full molecular knowledge. Inefficiency is observed when creating several different objects simultaneously.
UNTAPPED POTENTIAL: Latent capacity for "macrocreation," forming complex multi part objects in a single fluid action. Latent capacity for "simultaneous creation" of up to five simple, non identical objects. Latent potential to create complex non living organic matter (wood, silk, bone fiber) through specific study.
SUGGESTED EVOLUTIONARY ROUTE:
Visualization exercises to conceptualize objects as a unified whole, not as separate parts.
Expansion of the "molecular library" through the study of organic chemistry and advanced biology.
Diet rich in calories and healthy fats (avocados, nuts, olive oil) to optimize the quality and efficiency of the Quirk's fuel.
CURRENT STATUS UNDER BOOST EFFECT: Lipid cost is reduced by twenty percent and mental processing speed increases by thirty percent.
Momo's eyes opened completely.
Organic matter? she thought with awe. I never considered that was possible!
Izuku's hands pressed with a bit more force this time. His fingers gently brushed Momo's nipples through the uniform fabric.
"Ngh!"
She moaned lewdly; the sound escaped without permission. Her crotch rubbed slightly against Izuku's knee in an involuntary reaction.
"W-what else do I write down?" she asked with a shaky voice, expecting more information.
Izuku kept his fingers on the sensitive peaks and looked at her with a neutral expression.
"Oh, actually that's all."
Momo processed the words slowly. Now he's simply touching my breasts in a completely unnecessary way, she thought, mortified.
Just when she was about to protest, Izuku sighed and sat up, pulling her with him. The movement left her sitting completely in his lap with her legs spread on either side of his hips and their bodies pressed front to front as if they were hugging. Izuku kept his hands on her waist.
"Create something," he ordered in a quiet voice.
Momo, confused by the sudden change, thought of something random: a simple screwdriver. She activated her Quirk. The object appeared in her hand in less than a second, shiny and complete. There was no mental delay or notable lipid consumption. It was almost instantaneous. She looked at it with eyes wide in shock.
"This is..." she whispered.
"Now do you understand how strange my Quirk is?" Izuku asked with a small smile.
Wait... Midoriya san's Quirk has two distinct functions. It provided me with detailed information to improve my Creation permanently, but it also amplified its performance while he maintained physical contact with me. The applications for this are endless. In combat, in rescue, in tactical support... he could turn any hero into an improved version of themselves temporarily! He's a complete force multiplier!
RIIIIIIING!
The bell rang in the hallway, cutting off her thoughts. Momo snapped out of her mental trance abruptly. She processed her situation: sitting in Izuku's lap with her legs spread, her skirt wrinkled, and the notebook in her hand with potentially revolutionary information.
She jumped up, smoothing her skirt with quick movements while her face caught fire again. She extended her hand toward Izuku with a formal gesture. Izuku looked at her hand for a second before taking it; she helped him up with a surprisingly strong pull. Momo looked at the clock on the wall.
"It's getting late, Midoriya san," she said, regaining her formal composure.
"But I have to get my English book!!"
Momo activated her Quirk again. Her skin glowed briefly while she created a standard English textbook and handed it to him with both hands.
"Thanks, Yaoyorozu san, you're the best!" Izuku exclaimed, grabbing the book with joy.
He turned around, ready to run toward class. Momo's hand stopped him, grabbing his sleeve with trembling fingers. Izuku turned back confused. She was completely red, pointing her finger discreetly downward.
"Y-your..." she began in a barely audible voice.
"Huh? I can't hear you," Izuku said, leaning closer.
"Y-your... y-you have..."
Momo took a deep breath, closed her eyes tight, and let the words out in a mortified whisper:
"You have an erection."
Izuku followed her gaze downward. Sure enough, the problem was obvious and impossible to ignore.
Oh, damn it! he thought with frustration. One more problem added to the list of the day's disasters!
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