Mei blinked as Izuku read out the last of the letters from the Pussycats, rubbing under her nose gently. "Oh…"

Momo was sniffling lightly and Ochako looked close to breaking out in tears, Mina smiling a smile that was closer to a frown than anything happy.

Katsumi blinked as blankly as she was feeling.

"...Wow- you really…" Ochako breathed out before hugging Izuku's side with a smile. "I can't believe that you helped them so much…"

Izuku smiled and wrapped an arm around her too, pulling her against his frame. "I know… I never thought I would change so much by doing that."

"You didn't?" Mina questioned, her smile progressively turning more teasing. "I thought you'd be the one most understanding of what that would feel like…"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his back. "Can't you imagine seeing a quirked man on national TV when you didn't know you had your quirk?"

"..." The thought hit Izuku like a freight train, making him flinch. "I… never thought about it like that- but now I am…"

"M̭an, ͢ţh̤ere͈ mu̫s̲t̮ b̝e a̼ ̜l̟ot o̲f̺ me̻n ̲ȩn͖vi̞o̲us o͙f ͔y̝ou͈," Nana muttered at the back of his head, putting his worries on the forefront.

I really don't wanna think about that.

"And… Izuku, it's gonna be a weird thing to ask but can I sleep over today…?" the pink-skinned woman added, nuzzling the back of his neck. "Please?"

"Wait- you thought you weren't?" Mei added with tangible shock then ran around to Izuku's front with a pout. "Are we not sleeping tonight? You didn't tell me!"

"I-" Izuku chuckled, pulling her for a hug with his free arm. "We can, don't worry."

Mina was the first to cheer. "Whoo! Sleepover!"

Momo smiled at the sight serenely, rubbing her eyes with pure happiness looking at the scene of her lovers giggling and setting up for sleep.

Katsumi gave her a sidelong glance with a smirk. "You getting sappy again?"

"Yeah," she breathed out, turning to smile at her brightly. "I was there when history was made- and I've never thought I would ever be this happy in my life"

Katsumi looked away with a gentle blush. "Told you, sappy."

"Alright, you hatchlings!" All Might called out, Mecha-Might finally on her side once more as the hero class began. "Today we are going to be doing some one-on-one sparring! I'll announce the groups in a second!"

The mechanical goliath cracked its neck, his red eye glowing brighter. "Hook͓i̠nͅg̬ i͇n͙to̼ ̩t̪he̺ ̺c̖a̙me̠ra̪ ̯sy̘s̺te͢mͅs̮…̲ ̜co̗nnect͉i͈o͈n ͕se̳c̦ured̜, r͔e̩a̠dy to͍ o̟bse̮rv͖e͙.̰"

"You heard the T.A.! First group-"

Izuku tuned out the names being called out, looking at his gauntlets. In the fight with Stain, he had almost died because he had held back too much. He had to get a better handle on the thin line that was his power output.

"Ea̰sierͅ ͟said—̪țẖo̭uͅg̩h̗t̼—t̨han do̦ne. Even͙ w̰ith ͕Tota̧l Com̰m̡a͉n̢d," Nana chimed in. "H̠o͖n͈est̨l͚y, it̼ ̲mi̟g̙h͙t͇ ̤be̞ w̩o̠rse͚ ̪be̗c͇a̦u̯se̦ ̦y̭o͎u ha̳v͖e̳ T̹o̝ta̗l̬ ̝Com̳mand;͖ yo͇u͎ ̟en̼d̠ ̞up th̜inͅḳi̗ng t̝oo͇ ̻mu̢c̩h̜ ̧f͚or t̹ẖe͙ ̲m̪otion͜ ̻and̳ t̜hat ma̘kes̙ ̥you sͅlowe͖r̫."͕ ̦

Yeah- I'll need to improve on that… hopefully I'm paired with someone that can help-

"Young Bakugou and Young Midoriya!" All Might called out, the two mentioned snapping into attention and throwing looks at each other.

Katsumi smirked maliciously, her eyes shining.

Izuku grinned, his helmet folding around his head, vizor flashing and turning to the animated eyes burning with green determination.

The blonde licked her lips. "Rematch time. And no bullshit this time."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Izuku panted, the light burns on his chest stinging with the exertion, watching Katsumi do the same, his eyes drifting to her heaving chest and back up as he pushed the thought of her shirtless away

With the addition of his percentile output, he was keeping up with her in terms of raw speed. But she still outclassed him when it came to sudden directional changes, the recoil of her blasts was faster than he could manage.

It was evident she was getting better at it too. Each clash of attacks she threw in another smaller explosion that changed her angle just enough to throw off his counter.

Katsumi was scary as an opponent, that much was true. But her learning curve was scarier.

"What's wrong, Deku? Winded already?," she taunted with a smirk. Even with how tired the two had become the smirk was still genuine, she was relishing this.

Funny. He was, too.

There was something keenly exhilarating about slamming against the wall that was Katsumi's sheer battle prowess, the wall shifting and growing with each time he did, barely getting one step ahead of it.

He was still chasing her lead but the gap was getting smaller and smaller.

"You know I'm not," he smiled back, his eyes getting that twinkle of a smile. "Like you could tire me out."

"Oh? Big words coming from the guy that couldn't get a solid hit on me yet."

"You're right." He clenched his fists, pulling them up as lightning coiled around his body, gently hopping on the balls of his feet as he eyed her stance. "Let me try again."

Katsumi laughed, her hands crackling with explosions, "Your funeral!"

The world blurred as Izuku let one bounce finish, and turned his landing into a crouch before he kicked off the ground. He felt his eyes shift, dilating to take in more light, registering only what was directly in front of him as his whole body accelerated at a pace that would've caused him to blackout from the G-force of the acceleration if his body wasn't doing its best at keeping the blood from pooling at his legs, his veins contracting and shifting to keep pressure consistent.

For a frozen moment of time, a mere millisecond of reality that stretched like rubber, he was in front of Katsumi, arm pulled back and ready for the hit, before the blonde set off an explosion that stung his eyes and shot her up and over him, her muscles already contracting to throw herself with the blast of force.

Attack from the back.

He still followed through with the motions of his punch, palm opening and slamming against the ground, the impact shaking the ring; the momentum carryed him forwards, into a flip and twisting motion, his legs barely getting in position before his gauntlet hissed and the pneumatic lance shot out, shooting him out of the spot as Katsumi bombarded his previous location with an explosion before she even hit the ground from her leap.

The world spun as he tried to control the spin of a move he hadn't even attempted before, barely getting his feet under him thanks to his training with Miruko. His steel-tipped boot digging into the concrete of the ground as he shot forward like a bullet, chasing after Katsumi, not giving her the chance to readjust and get her balance on the ground.

Katsumi attempted to deter him from his follow-through, her right hand shooting forward as her revolver gauntlet chambered another round, aimed straight at him.

Not this time.

Izuku leaned forward, his hand coming down to plant on the ground, the metal of his gauntlets scraping against concrete, his momentum flipping him over as he yanked his body down and to the side, and giving him the right position to kick up and back at Katsumi. He saw her curse, the motion letting him dodge the blast of light and force that had been aimed his way, the shockwave of the blast ruffling his pants and nothing more as he cleared the top of the flash.

"Idiot!" Katsumi called out as another round clicked into place, aiming at his form once more. "How are you going to dodge in the air!?"

Need to time this right-

He waited, ears tuned for the resounding click of her gauntlet's mechanism. As the faint sound of the firing pin clicking into place rang out, his eyes barely registering that the barrel was starting to glow orange from deep within, the forewarning as an explosion started its journey out like an unstoppable force of nature.

Too bad he was one too.

His body maneuvered in the way now hardcoded into his very neurons, spinning faster and faster as the wave of heat hit him. He had just mere fractions of a second before-

He readjusted his angle and spun his leg down just as the actual core of the explosion washed over him. The heel of his boot slammed down like a rocket, breaking the sound barrier between him and Katsumi, the shockwave dispersing the flames around his body as if he had cut through it, his whole body spinning through the fire rapidly approaching the source as the wind pressure generated protected him from the flames and force.

Katsumi didn't have time to react as his form became visible, bursting out of the fire and smoke like it was a stage curtain. His hand lashed out and gripped around her gauntlet, clamping around her like a handcuff before he pulled, the force catching her off guard and pulling her off her feet and into his movements.

In an instant he shifted, sliding his form, still airborne, into her personal bubble as the spin dragged her along the outside of her arm. His free hand came up along hers, until his other arm was around her neck, pulling her in a chokehold, his bicep pushing against her trachea and arteries in just the right amount to get her lightheaded, his grip on her gauntlet pulling her up and off balance.

"Gotcha," he breathed out, the mechanical voice so close to her ear, and even though the voice-alteration, husky and breathless.

For a moment, time slowed, and looking in, it almost seemed like two lovers in a dance, a waltz of force and flame.

Katsumi attempted to gulp, feeling the press of her throat against Izuku's strong arm against her neck. As the feeling registered, she felt warmth rush up to her face and then down her spine immediately flow down her body and straight into her core, her skin starting to feel softer as she felt the blood flow spike.

She needed to get out of his lock before things got worse-

Part of her really wanted things to get worse.

Her free hand rushed up against his face, and she let out the biggest explosion she could muster- with the amount of sweat she was producing due to the position only aiding her in the effort.

Izuku didn't even budge as the explosion engulfed his helmet, her eyes glimpsing the eyes of his helmet glowing through the smoke like stars at her peripheral.

He had tanked it.

She would've been annoyed if it wasn't so damn hot.

"Tap out," he hissed, the grip around her throat tightening slightly "It's bad for your brain to get choked unconscious- but I won't hold back."

"Not yet- asshole~" she groaned out, the rotator cuff on her right arm clicking into the maximum output.

Izuku's eyes widened as she let loose the explosion, the recoil of the blast turned the slender bombshell into a rocket against his chest, hitting the two of them like a truck and causing both to slam back and off-balance, twisting as they hit the ground. The mass of flesh and heavy gauntlets rolled before stopping with Izuku on top of Katsumi, and he slammed down, one fist into the concrete next to her neck, the other placed against her stomach, pressing down to keep her pinned as a warning.

He was breathing heavily, and shook his head before coming to his senses. A shift and his hands snapped out along her arms, before gripping her hands, keeping them outstretched, and sending the gauntlet she wore to slide off her slender, muscled wrists to clatter on the floor. As he shifted, he adjusted his legs, sliding his knees up and across her thighs, pinning her in place. As the two sat there, breathing heavily, Izuku's eyes gleamed, an idea brought on by the flush of his Kacchan's face. Acting quickly, he slid forwards, face coming down as if to kiss and nuzzle against her neck, the eyes of his mask looking half-lidded and focused.

And while she was distracted, eyes wide, and chest heaving at the intimacy of the motion, he shifted up, shoving her captured wrist to above her head, the jaws of life shooting out and pinning the two limbs in place as the tips gauged their way into the concrete, locking her hands to the ground. Izuku chuckled at seeing her eyes widen, a mix of rage and… want, reflecting out at him. A flex of his muscles led to releasing the gauntlet and freeing his hand as Katsumi shook off the explosions' last effects, eyes narrowing as she looked up.

"Sorry," he smiled, leaning back and resting his naked hand next to her with a smirk he knew his mask was emulating, "guess you lost this time."

Katsumi scowled, trying to pull her arms free, only to fail as the gauntlet anchored in the concrete didn't even budge. The scowl turned into a worried blush as she took in the scene.

Izuku, one arm resting next to her head, straddling her lap, free to do whatever he wanted with her.

It wasn't helping that she could feel something hard rub against her as he gave long heavy breathes of exertion, still trying to catch the breath she had knocked out of him with that last move.

She couldn't stop the whimper from leaving her lips. "Izuku…"

He gave a full-body shudder at the sound. His helmet quickly began folding away and revealing his flustered face.

It was unfair how she could be so damn sexy and cute at the same time.

The thought was echoed by the woman under him.

"A̼͆r̭͛ĕ͉ y̲̾o̗̽ù̻ tw̰͑o̭̎ ͔̔done? " Mecha-might almost groaned. "T̡͆ḥ̂ĕ̳ clas͙̓ś͕ ẻͅnd̖̃é̥d̬͠ an͕͑ h̙͠ỏ̦u̓͜r̡̒ ago.̪̎"

The moment was broken, both lovers turning to face the automaton.

"Al̗̒s͓̒o, g͓ood ̪͂j͉͗o̰͌b ̨̓F͎̓aţ̾hȅ͈r̻͘,̫ ĝ̦u̦e͚͊s̼͆s I ̛͎doṇ̒'ť̥ ̠̊n̖̽e̙͞è̲ḑ͗ ť͢o̊͜ ̡̒b̬͒e͍͋at ḧ͇er ̰̅up ̞m͍̅y̢̚self"

"Shut up you overgrown scrap-pile!"

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