Izuku walked down the hallway with his back hunched. His English textbook was pressed against his crotch. Beside him, Momo kept her gaze fixed on the floor, cheeks flushed pink.
This is a disaster, Izuku thought as they turned the corner. Ten minutes late. And on top of that I have to walk like this because my little friend decided today was a great day to ruin my life.
They reached the classroom door. Izuku took a deep breath and pushed it open with his free shoulder, keeping the book firmly in place. Every head turned toward them.
"LATE!" Present Mic exploded from the front of the class. "Midoriya-boy, Yaoyorozu-girl! What kind of example are you setting for your classmates?"
"We sincerely apologize, sensei," Momo said, bowing perfectly. "We had a... setback in the hallway."
A setback, Izuku repeated mentally with sarcasm. A setback of considerable size that's currently pressing against my English textbook.
"Take your seats! FAST! Time is money and you two just threw an ingot out the window!"
The only available seats were at the back of the classroom. Izuku moved with his hunched walk while holding the book against his waist. From the front row, Ochako turned completely in her seat. Her bright smile lit up her face when she saw him.
"Izuku-kun!" she waved, but her expression shifted to confusion as she watched him approach. Her head tilted slightly to one side.
Why is Izuku-kun walking like that? she thought, puzzled. And why does he have his book there? Does his stomach hurt?
Izuku gave her a weak wave and continued to the back row. He lowered himself carefully into the chair. Momo sat beside him, her body stiff and tense.
Present Mic continued with his lesson, something about past perfect tenses that Izuku wasn't processing at all. His brain was too busy dealing with his physical problem and trying not to think about the reasons that problem existed in the first place. Then Momo leaned slightly toward him. Her voice came out in a barely audible whisper:
"Midoriya-san..."
Izuku turned his head and met her gray eyes.
"Yes?"
"About what... about what happened in the hallway..." Momo's gray eyes drifted to one side, unable to hold eye contact. "Could you... keep it a s-secret?"
Her voice trembled slightly on the last word.
"It's not that I think you'd deliberately disclose compromising information," she continued quickly. "It's just that I'm a Yaoyorozu, and if anyone found out I allowed that kind of... inappropriate physical contact to happen with a classmate I've barely known for days..."
She paused to take a breath; her cheeks were burning with such intensity that Izuku was surprised they weren't visibly steaming.
"My reputation would be completely ruined and my family would suffer a devastating social scandal."
Izuku blinked several times, processing the request. Part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation: he'd spent the last few minutes literally groping Momo Yaoyorozu's breasts in the name of scientific Quirk research, and now she was worried about what high society would think.
"Though, to be fair," he reflected while slowly nodding, "I also asked Ochako to keep this secret. Having a Quirk that works better by touching boobs isn't exactly the kind of information you want freely circulating around school."
"Don't worry, Yaoyorozu-san," he whispered back. "I won't say anything. What happened stays between us."
She seemed to relax a little, though her posture remained stiff.
"Thank you, Midoriya-san. I deeply appreciate your understanding in this matter."
Izuku gave her a small reassuring smile before turning his attention back to the front of the room. Or at least tried to. The persistent problem between his legs cruelly reminded him that his body had no intention of cooperating with his attempts to act normal.
Alright, he thought. Problem solved. Now I just need my erection to go away and I can go back to living a normal life.
Ten minutes passed and the erection was still there.
Why? Izuku thought with despair. Why does my body hate me? What did I do to deserve this? I've been good. I've trained. I've helped my mom. And this is how you repay me, biology?
It didn't help that Momo was sitting centimeters away from him.
Don't think about her chest, he ordered himself firmly. DON'T THINK ABOUT HOW EROTICALLY COMPROMISING THE SITUATION WAS.
Momo leaned toward him again.
"Midoriya-san," she whispered.
"Hmm?"
She glanced down at his lap, where the English textbook was resting. Her eyes opened slightly and a fresh blush exploded across her cheeks.
"I-Izuku-kun," she stuttered, using his first name out of surprise. "H-has it... hasn't it...?"
She couldn't finish the question. She simply pointed vaguely toward his lap with a trembling finger while looking away. Izuku felt his soul leave his body.
"No," he admitted in a strangled whisper. "It hasn't gone down."
"Not even a little?"
"Not even a little."
"Oh."
Uncomfortable silence.
"This is... this could indicate priapism," Momo continued. "A condition requiring immediate medical intervention to prevent permanent tissue damage to the cavernous tissue of the..."
"Yaoyorozu-san!" Izuku hissed. "Please stop giving me medical information about my penis!"
She covered her mouth with both hands.
"Sorry! Sorry! It's just... when I get nervous I tend to fall back on scientific data to process emotional discomfort and..."
"OKAY, LISTENERS!" Present Mic shouted from the front of the class, making them both jump. "It's time to put your English to the test! I need one brave volunteer to come up to the stage and conjugate these irregular verbs!"
His finger pointed directly at the back of the room.
"MIDORIYA-BOY! Come up here to the stage!"
Izuku's world stopped. Every head turned to look at him. Multiple pairs of eyes landed on him.
How is it possible my luck is this unbelievably terrible? he thought with horror. This can't be happening. What did I do in a past life to deserve this level of bad karma?
He blinked several times. He had an erection the size of a national monument and his teacher had just asked him to come to the front of the class.
I'm going to die, he concluded. I'm going to die right here and my tombstone will read: "Died of public humiliation with an erection. Rest in peace."
He turned his head to look at Momo with pleading eyes. She looked back at him, cheeks completely red, wearing an expression of guilt.
"Oh, my God!" Present Mic shouted, leaning forward dramatically. "Looks like we've got some interference in the signal! What's going on, Little Midoriya? The mic is all yours!"
"MIDORIYA-KUN!!" Iida shot up from his seat. "It's extremely poor manners to disobey a teacher's direct orders! As a future hero, I must insist you fulfill your academic duty immediately!"
Thanks, Iida, Izuku thought sarcastically. Exactly the moral support I needed right now.
From her seat, Ochako watched him with concern.
He came in walking funny, she thought, biting her lip. Something definitely happened. Is he hurt?
"Izuku-kun..." she murmured with visible worry.
Izuku opened his mouth, searching for some miraculous excuse that might save him from public humiliation. And then it happened. Momo stood up from her chair.
SCREEEEECH.
The sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoed through the classroom.
"Sensei!" Her voice came out clear and firm. "I'd like to answer the question!"
Goddess, Izuku thought with reverence. A beautiful, sexy goddess with a large chest is saving my ass right now. Which makes her an even better goddess.
Present Mic scratched his head, clearly thrown off.
"Eh? Yaoyorozu-girl wants to take Midoriya-boy's turn?"
"Yes, sensei!" Momo affirmed with conviction. "I'm completely prepared to conjugate the irregular verbs on the board."
It's the least I can do, Momo thought while maintaining her firm posture. I caused this completely inappropriate situation. I have to take responsibility and protect Midoriya-san from the public humiliation he'd inevitably suffer...
Present Mic shrugged with an enormous grin.
"INCREDIBLE! That's the energy I was looking for! Midoriya-boy, looks like you've been robbed of the spotlight! Go ahead, Yaoyorozu-girl! The stage is yours!"
Momo breathed a sigh of relief. She took a step into the aisle between the desks. Then her gaze fell involuntarily to Izuku's lap. Her cheeks lit up again. Distracted, her foot caught on the leg of the chair.
"Ah!"
Momo stumbled forward. Everything happened in slow motion. Her body tilted. Her knee shot downward in an uncontrolled arc.
THWACK.
The impact was devastating. Momo's knee connected squarely with Izuku's crotch.
"GHHHHK!"
Izuku's eyes opened so wide they looked ready to pop out of their sockets. His body folded over the desk, his forehead hitting the wooden surface.
THUD.
Tears sprang instantly from his eyes.
Why? he thought as pain exploded from his crotch. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? I saved Uraraka from the giant robot. So why does the universe hate me so much?
"IZUKUUUUU!!!"
Ochako's cry cut through the air. She stood up from her seat so fast her chair tipped backward. The whole class winced collectively.
"Oooooh," someone hissed.
"That had to hurt," another muttered.
Kaminari shrank in his seat, instinctively crossing his legs. Present Mic, from the front of the class, brought his hand to his own crotch. His entire body shuddered.
"Oh, man," he said, his voice losing all its usual energy. "Midoriya-boy... do you need to go see Recovery Girl? Because... wow. That was brutal."
Izuku raised a trembling hand from his folded-over position on the desk.
"I-I'm fine..."
Momo had frozen in place, one hand covering her mouth and her eyes wide with horror.
"M-M-Midoriya-san!" she stuttered, backing up so fast she tripped over her own feet. "I'm so deeply sorry! A thousand apologies! It wasn't my intention to compromise your... your... reproductive physical integrity!"
She flailed her hands frantically in front of her.
"Please don't die! If you die, I'll bring shame upon my entire family! There'll be legal repercussions! My mother will disown me! I'll never be able to show my face in society again!"
She covered her face with both hands, mumbling something incoherent.
"Wait!" she suddenly cried, dropping her hands. "I can manufacture medical-grade painkillers right now! Or ice! Yes, ice! The cold will reduce the swelling and...!"
Her skin began to glow. Within three seconds, a perfectly sealed ice pack appeared in her hands.
"Here!"
Izuku, still folded over the desk with tears in his eyes, looked up at the ice pack. His brain, despite the throbbing pain in his crotch, registered that Momo was offering him ice for his traumatized testicles in front of the entire class.
Well, he thought with a kind of resigned hysteria. At least this'll solve my erection problem. Nothing kills the mood like a direct hit to the family jewels.
"T-the ice pack is fine..." he managed to say in a shaky voice as he reached out to take it.
Before he could finish the sentence, Momo grabbed the ice pack and, in a movement born of pure panic, pressed it directly against his crotch. The entire classroom went silent. Izuku froze completely. Present Mic stared at the scene with his mouth open in a perfect "O," apparently speechless for the first time in his teaching career.
Wait, Izuku thought as his brain tried to process the situation. If drinking from the same glass as someone is an indirect kiss... and she's touching my crotch through an ice pack... does that count as indirect masturbation?
Momo realized what she had just done.
"AAAAH!"
She dropped the pack and backed away so fast she bumped into the desk behind her.
"S-sorry! Sorry! I shouldn't have... I mean... direct application of cold is more effective but... but... SORRY!"
She covered her face again, her voice coming out muffled through her hands.
"I'm going to drop out of U.A.... the shame of it."
Izuku picked up the ice pack with trembling hands and held it in place himself while trying to ignore the stares from the entire class.
This is definitely going to be the worst day of my life, he thought with resignation. And considering a giant robot almost ate me during my practical exam, that's saying a lot.
*****
Lunchtime arrived.
Izuku was walking with a slight limp toward the cafeteria, the ice pack discreetly tucked away in his bag. Ochako walked beside him, shooting him worried glances every five seconds.
"Are you sure you're okay, Izuku-kun?" She studied his face with wide, concerned eyes. "That hit looked really painful..."
"I'm fine," Izuku assured her with more conviction than he felt. "It was just... an unfortunate accident."
"Do you need help walking?"
"I don't need that."
"Do you want me to hit Yaoyorozu-san for you?"
Izuku stopped and looked at her.
"What?"
"I'm kidding!" Ochako raised her hands. "Though if you wanted revenge, I could make her float and..."
"Uraraka, no."
"I'm just saying it's an option."
They reached the cafeteria and got their food. Izuku chose plain rice, grilled fish, and miso soup. Simple food that didn't take much effort to chew while his body recovered from the trauma. They sat at a table a bit removed from the main bustle. Ochako was already attacking her katsudon with enthusiasm when a figure approached.
"Can I... can I sit here?"
Izuku looked up and found Momo standing beside the table with her tray in her hands. Her posture was perfect, as always, though her face still had a faint rosy tint suggesting her embarrassment over the earlier incident hadn't fully faded. Izuku smiled despite the lingering pain.
"Of course, Yaoyorozu-san. Who wouldn't want your company?"
She sat down with extreme care.
"Midoriya-san," she began, her voice heavy with guilt. "Again, I want to sincerely apologize for what happened in class. If there's anything... anything at all I can do to make up for the physical and emotional harm I caused you..."
"Don't worry about it," Izuku interrupted gently. "Look on the bright side."
"Bright side?" she repeated, confused.
"At least you helped me solve my problem with my little friend who didn't want to go back to sleep."
There was a moment of silence while Momo processed the words. Then her face turned completely red.
"M-Midoriya-san!" she sputtered while quickly glancing around to make sure nobody else had heard. "You can't... it's inappropriate to refer to your... your... reproductive organ in casual conversation during lunch!"
Izuku chuckled, enjoying how easy it was to make Momo nervous. But then her expression changed. The blush on her cheeks persisted, though her gray eyes began shining with restrained excitement.
"Although I must admit..." she said slowly, her voice dropping to a more contemplative tone, "despite how embarrassing the whole incident was, I'm genuinely excited about the implications of your Quirk, Midoriya-san."
"Yeah?"
"The ability to analyze and enhance other Quirks is revolutionary. The tactical applications are endless. You could become the most valuable member of any hero team. Your worth on the battlefield is..."
She stopped, biting her lip.
"Though... I still find it difficult to process how physically intimate the activation process is."
Ochako, who had been eating in silence, finally spoke up.
"Wait a second..." Her head turned toward Izuku. "Yaoyorozu-san already knows about your Quirk?"
Izuku scratched his cheek with a somewhat guilty expression.
"Well... it was an accident, though technically yes. Yaoyorozu-san already knows what I can do."
Ochako smiled broadly.
"That's incredible, Izuku-kun! Being able to repeat it with someone else will help you understand how it works better. I'm happy for you."
"Thanks, Uraraka."
Izuku turned to Momo, his expression growing more serious.
"Yaoyorozu-san, I'd like to propose something to you."
"What would that be?"
"Training together. So you can develop the full potential of your Quirk that I saw in your manual."
Momo scratched her cheek, her gaze dropping to her tray.
"It's a temptingly attractive proposal, Midoriya-san. The opportunity to optimize my Creation so specifically is something any student in my position would accept without hesitation." She paused. "However... it's complicated for me. The kind of upbringing I received in my family comes with certain... very specific standards of conduct. Allowing a boy who isn't my officially appointed fiancé to touch me in such an intimate way is something that..."
She stopped, her cheeks flushing again.
"It's not something I can take lightly. I need time to consider the personal, familial, and social implications of accepting your offer."
Izuku nodded with understanding.
"No problem, Yaoyorozu-san. Take all the time you need." He gave her a pat on the back. "There'll always be a spot for you. After all, I consider you a friend now. Just like Uraraka."
Momo looked at him with surprise, her gray eyes opening slightly. A small smile appeared on her lips.
"Thank you, Midoriya-san... Izuku-kun." She used his first name shyly. "I consider you a friend too."
Ochako, who had been quietly processing the conversation, suddenly dropped her chopsticks.
CLANG.
"WAIT A SECOND!" she cried, eyes wide. "DID YOU TOUCH HER BREASTS?!"
Momo sank in her chair, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Several heads at nearby tables turned toward them. Izuku felt his soul trying to escape his body for the second time that day.
"Ochako!" he hissed urgently while making frantic gestures for her to lower her voice. "Not so loud!"
"Sorry!" she lowered her voice to a frantic whisper. "Did you touch her breasts?"
"I discovered it's the most effective way to activate my Quirk," Izuku explained quietly. "I don't know why. For some reason, that specific point of contact produces the clearest and most stable connection."
Ochako stared at him for a moment. Then she flushed, remembering her own experience in her special spot.
"Oh," she said in a small voice. "I get it."
Momo let out a shaky sigh.
"This conversation is going to haunt me for the rest of my academic life."
******
The afternoon arrived.
Momo had taken out her notebook with the Quirk information Izuku had dictated to her and was reviewing it with meticulous attention.
"The idea of creating complex organic matter is fascinating," she commented while drawing diagrams in the margins. "If I could master advanced organic chemistry, I could create everything from medications to..."
"Biological weapons," Izuku finished with a mischievous smile.
Momo shot him a reproachful look.
"I was going to say organic rescue materials, Izuku-kun. Natural silk ropes, bamboo fiber bandages..."
"That too," Izuku admitted with a laugh.
They'd fallen into an animated conversation about the possibilities of Momo's Quirk when Izuku noticed something interesting: Momo was no longer as formal or distant as she'd been at the start. She still maintained her impeccable manners and polite way of speaking, but now there was a warmth to their interactions that hadn't been there before.
Strange circumstances create strange bonds, he thought with amusement. Nothing says "let's be friends" quite like me touching your chest in the name of science and then you accidentally kneeing me in the testicles in front of the whole class.
"You know, Midoriya-san," Momo said while closing her notebook, "I really appreciate your analytical approach to Quirks. Most people only see the surface applications, but you look for the underlying potential."
"Well, when your own Quirk is basically useless for direct combat, you learn to think creatively," Izuku replied honestly.
Momo opened her mouth to respond when the classroom door flew open with a dramatic bang that made them both jump in their seats.
BAM.
A massive figure completely filled the doorway, blocking the light from the hallway. The silhouette was unmistakable even before he spoke.
"I AM ENTERING LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"
The voice boomed. All Might, the Symbol of Peace, Japan's number one hero, was standing in the entrance with his smile stretched to the max. The silence that followed was absolute. Then the classroom exploded.
"ALL MIGHT!!!"
"WHAT?!"
"THE SYMBOL OF PEACE IS GOING TO BE OUR TEACHER?!"
"THIS IS INCREDIBLE!"
Izuku sat still in his seat, his eyes fixed on the figure of the number one hero.
All Might, he thought in awe. The Symbol of Peace in person is going to teach us. The greatest hero in history.
The image of Mt. Lady flickered briefly in his mind.
Well, correction, he amended. The second greatest hero. Mt. Lady is still my favorite for completely objective reasons unrelated to her curves.
All Might walked to the front of the room with confident steps that made the floor tremble slightly.
"YOUNG STUDENTS!" His voice filled every corner of the space. "WELCOME TO BASIC HERO TRAINING! THE CLASS WHERE YOU'LL LEARN THE FUNDAMENTALS OF BEING A PROFESSIONAL!"
His smile lit up the entire room.
"AND FOR OUR FIRST LESSON, WE'LL HAVE... COMBAT TRAINING!"
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