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If you asked Inko Midoriya, she would tell you her son Izuku was perfect. He was smart, handsome, kind, and passionate. Unfortunately, in a world where strength was measured in quirks, none of that mattered. Because Izuku had no quirk…until now.

“Izuku, I have to tell you a secret.” One day, Inko sat down in the kitchen with her son. Eri was currently playing in her room, so the mother son duo could talk in peace about this ‘adult’ topic. “For your entire life, I kept a secret from you.”

“You’re a lesbian and are dating Mitsuki Bakugou.”

“That was a one-night thing, but no. This is about your grandfather.”

“…He’s racist?”

“Yes, but that’s not a secret. He practically invented Apartheid in South Africa. Anyway! My father was a villain who could give and take quirks. I inherited a version of it where I can give one quirk I designed myself. Over the years, I created the perfect quirk for you.”

Izuku’s eyes lit up. “Super strength? Laser eyes? A magical girl transformation?!”

“I call it… Sweetheart.”

“…That sounds like a candy brand.”

“Once you have it, you’ll be able to find girls who will love you with their whole hearts.”

“…Is this brainwashing?”

“Not at all, sweetie. It’s just that girls will see a spark when they see you, nudging them into the right direction.”

“…And you’re sure this is consensual?”

“Yes, Izuku. You aren’t forcing girls to date you.”

“And why did you create a harem quirk instead of a more..hero one?”

“Because I’m really proud of you, but wish you had more confidence in yourself. And what gives young mam more confidence than a harem. I would know, my father sold me as a slave to a friend of his, forcing me to join his harem.”

“Please stop talking.”

“That’s actually how I met your father. He was part of that harem too.”

“I’ll take the quirk, just please stop, mom.” Izuku begged, right as Eri finished playing in her room, and so asked about the noise. “It’s nothing, Eri. Mom just wants ti give me a quirk to make girls like me more.”

“…If those girls are mean to you, I’ll poke them empty with my horn.” Eri said with a serious tone…which Izuku found more adorable honestly. 

Still, he decided to put a cork on her horn, just in case.

After deciding to still apply to UA despite having no useful quirk, Izuku went to the entrance exam..only to trip in front of the gate. But before he hit the ground, someone grabbed his hand, causing him to float.

“Are you alright? It would be bad luck if you fell.” A brown haired girl said with a smile. But the moment their eyes met, neither could look away. Ochako’s cheeks turning red as fireworks seemed to pop behind her eyes. Meanwhile Izuku felt the same dizzy rush, like he’d just inhaled pure oxygen.

“H-Hey, I’m Ochako. And…I think I”-“ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP! ROBOT-SMASHING TIME, BABY!” Before Ochako could continue, Present Mic wanted to start his introduction.

“G-Guess we have to get going.” Izuku stammered, laughing awkwardly before walking away. “G-Good luck!”

As he ran away flustered, Ochako watched him leave her sight. “…His cute ass will be mine.”

The exam was chaotic. Robots everywhere, explosions echoing through the mock city, students sprinting around like caffeinated hamsters. Izuku ran forward, adrenaline pumping, trying to focus on smashing robots despite having a quirk that was basically designed for shoujo manga instead of combat.

But the whole time, he kept glancing around for Ochako. Sweetheart tugged at him, an invisible thread pulling his heart in her direction.

And then he saw it. Ochako was trapped under rubble, pinned down while the Zero-Pointer loomed over her like a skyscraper-sized middle finger to common sense and the national budget.

“OCHAKO!” Without thinking, Izuku ran towards her to try and lift the rubble off her leg. But it was too heavy..until it wasn’t. As he saw Ochako in distress, his strength increased just enough to lift the rubble off Ochako and throw it at the Zero-pointer. “Ochako, are you okay?” 

“Y-Yeah… you saved me.” She nodded weakly, eyes shimmering. Relief immediately washed over him. Then, suddenly, Ochako lurched forward.

Ochako vomited violently, directly all over Izuku, leaving him dripping and Ochako mortified. “I-I’m so sorry!” Ochako squeaked, face redder than a fire hydrant. “I just, when I overuse my quirk I, oh my god this is the worst first impression ever!”

Izuku blinked, then started laughing. “It’s fine.” He said, smiling despite the bile soaking through his clothes and face. “Actually Ochako, would you maybe…want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Y-You’re asking me out while covered in my puke?!” Ochako’s jaw dropped. 

“Yeah. Because Sweetheart doesn’t care about that. And neither do I.”

For a second, Ochako just stared. Then she laughed too, a bright, nervous, beautiful sound. “Yes! Yes, I’ll go out with you! Just…maybe we should get you a new shirt…and Mochi.”

“It’s a date..though can I quickly go brush my teeth too? Your vomit got in my mouth.” Izuku had to admit that this was a great quirk….even if it currently made him smell faintly of acid reflux.

As Izuku was taking a shower, Inko and Eri just sat on the couch, watching a movie until Eri spoke up. “Mama, did you really give Izuku a special girlfriend quirk?” Teh little girl asked, earning her a boop on the nose.

“I have no such powers, sweetie. I just gave him a placebo so to speak.”

“A what?”

“A placebo is something that doesn’t do anything. Izuku is still quirkless, but he now has a confidence boost.” The mother told her with a smile, right as the doorbell rang. “Sounds like Uraraka is here. Can you open the door, Eri?”

Immediately, Eri ran to the door and opened it, revealing Ochako in a shirt and skirt, both pink so it looked like she wore a dress. “Are you Izuku’s girlfriend?”

“I-I guess I am.” Ochako laughed before wanting to ask about the cork on Eri’s head. But Eri was faster. “Where are you taking my big brother?”

“Oh..I actually didn’t think of something yet.”

“So you’re making him do everything?” Eri asked 'calmly' before removing the cork.

When Izuku returned to the living room, he saw Ochako being chased by Eri, who desperately tried to prick the older girl with her horn.

The second girl plus the Kaina/Nemuri thing

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Izuku had faced many terrifying things in his life, mostly Kacchan and his psychotic and nearly lethal rage, but nothing had prepared him for this. He was standing outside a café with Ochako, both awkwardly smiling like neither knew what to do in this situation.

“So,” Izuku started, his voice cracking like an out-of-tune violin, “I really like your… hair. It’s… round.”

“Round?” Ochako asked, barely keeping her laughter.

“S-Soft! I meant soft!”

There was a long pause. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked. The universe held its breath in pity. Then Ochako burst into giggles. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” Izuku laughed, scratching the back of his head. 

They sat down at a small table outside, the smell of coffee and sugar hanging in the air. A waitress handed them menus, but neither of them looked at them. They were too busy trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do on a date. Izuku just kinda looked at the ceiling while Ochako clutched the straw wrapper like it owed her money.

“So…” Ochako said, finally looking up. “I saw a lot of notebooks in your house. Do you…write a lot?”

“I do.”

“Really? What do you write?”

“Mostly hero notes, as well as…..This might be awkward to explain.” Izuku laughed awkwardly. “My quirk..makes me more appealing to girls.”

“So you want to..profile your harem?” As soon as Ochako gave him an odd look, Izuku began to worry. But then, she smirked. “Guess I’ll just have to be the best girlfriend. So ask away…Wait, isn’t that your little sister?” Before they could start, Ochako saw Eri sitting a couple tables away with a glass of apple juice and big sunglasses. “Do we just..ask her to come sit with us?”

“I don’t know. She seemed to be glaring at us.” Izuku mumbled, only to see a waitress bring Eri a big scoop of ice cream. “Oh no, she’s not allowed to eat ice cream on a weekday unless it’s hot!” Immediately, Izuku ran towards his little sister’s table. Ochako couldn’t hear what they were saying, but at some point Eri started tearing up, and Izuku started comforting her.

It was really sweet, which Ochako told him once Izuku and Eri returned to the table, with the same waitress soon bringing Eri’s ice cream. “So she’s allowed to eat ice cream now?” The brunette asked with a smile, with a sniffing Eri eating her dessert.

“I might have been too hard on her.” Izuku explained, gently ruffling Eri’s hair. “I told her mom would be disappointed.”

“…And you said I was soft.”

“Dun’t buwwy big bru.” While Ochako was just teasing her date, Eri took offense to it, and so scolded her with a spoon in her mouth and the tears still wet in her eyes.

“I’m not bullying him, Eri. I actually find it really sweet. Now I know he’s kind, doting, caring…and a little bit of a pushover when it comes to giving sweet desserts to girls.” As she said this, Izuku’s blush increased, especially once he saw Ochako’s finger on the menu, specifically a plate of Mochi.

“I-Is that a hint?”

“Maybe, if we can share…though I want the strawberry ones.”

“…Those are my favorites.”

As soon as Ochako also started to tear up, Izuku quickly told her she could have them.

Once Izuku returned home, with Eri sleeping nicely in her bed with a belly filled with ice cream, whipped cream and sprinkles, he opened up a new notebook.

A Girlfriend Notebook.

Entry 1

Name: Ochako Uraraka 

Age: 15

Quirk: Zero gravity

Likes: Mochi (especially strawberry)

Dislikes: The gender wage gap

Country of birth: Japan

Archetype: The nice girl next door

Next chapter will introduce girlfriend two

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What started as a normal day soon changed once Inko asked Izuku to return their books to the library. Now it shouldn’t be too exciting, going to the library to return Inko’s romance novels and Eri’s picture book. But life for Izuku was always exciting in some way.

Case in point, just as Izuku entered the library, a massive shiny golden coach pulled by six muscular pure bred white stallions stopped in front of the door. And out of it stepped a beautiful young woman with long black hair. She wore a massive red gown with exposed shoulders, opera gloves and an expensive pearl necklace. She walked gracefully to the door, holding up the front of her dress to go up the stairs.

“Good morning, sir. Could you please close your mouth and step aside? I would enjoy reading literature at this establishment.” The girl asks, gently pointing at the door Izuku was standing in front of. But the greenette was far more focused on the girl’s..everything. Her gown, jewelry, coach, horses, everything screamed:

“Are you a princess?” Izuku asked, causing the rich girl to blush.

"D-Don't be absurd, good sir. I am a perfectly ordinary teenage girl.” As the ‘ordinary girl’ walked towards the door, Izuku felt a weird urge to follow her for a bit….so he did, clutching the bag of books to his chest. The girl swept into the library as though she was entering a royal ballroom. Every step was calculated elegance. Even the clicking of her heels sounded expensive.

The librarian froze mid-stamp once Izuku and the girl showed up at her desk.

“Good morning.” The ‘not-princess’ said, placing one hand gently over her heart. “I am here for literary enrichment.”

“…Is she a cosplayer?” The librarian asked, causing Izuku to shrug before placing Inko’s romance novels down. The covers were, unfortunately, in full view. And it was of shirtless men with flowing hair.

The ‘not-princess’ looked over, and Izuku’s soul left his body. “T-These are for my mother!” He squeaked.

The ‘not-princess’ gave a single graceful nod. “I see. Your mother must be a woman of culture.”

“..And this,” Izuku added, placing down Eri’s picture book. A smiling cartoon rabbit waved happily on the cover. “Is my little sister’s.”

“…So you are a devoted older brother as well.”

Izuku blushed so hard the temperature in the room rose at least three degrees. The ‘not-princess’ meanwhile studied him for a moment longer. Then, with the seriousness of one preparing to deliver a diplomatic request, she said this. “Would you be so kind as to assist me in finding literature appropriate for a girl of my standing… I mean… my interests as a normal citizen?”

“O-Of course. What kind of books do you like?” Izuku nodded automatically. 

Hearing this, the ‘non-princess’ began to smile brightly. “Tell me… where do the common folk obtain great encyclopedias?” She declared dramatically, placing her hand upon her chest. 

“…The non-fiction section?”

“Marvelous!” she said, as though he had revealed the location of the Holy Grail. She then swept off in the wrong direction entirely, with Izuku hurrying after her.

“T-That’s the cookbook aisle!”

“Ah! So the common people cook as well?”

“Y-Yes, very often.”

“Astonishing.”

In that moment, Izuku realized two things:

• She had never done anything normal in her life.
• He was definitely going to help her anyway.

Because she looked so excited and hopeful…but also very, very bad at going to libraries.

So Izuku would guide her toward the correct aisle this time, his glance kept on at her gown. Because it was so impractical for a library, yet she moved so gracefully. “Um… are you sure you’re comfortable in that dress?” He asked gently.

“Of course,” she said, smiling. “This is one of my simpler ensembles.”

Izuku had absolutely no response to that. Fortunately, they soon reached the aisle the princess was looking for.

“So this is where the knowledge is kept.” She inhaled dramatically, like she had arrived at a sacred temple.

 “Yes. Books are… very common here.” Izuku nodded politely. “…Have you never been in a public library before?”

The girl froze like a puppet with its strings cut. “Well I-I have read, of course.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

She coughed. A perfect, elegant cough. The kind taught by tutors. “I am… more accustomed to private archives.”

Izuku tried not to imagine what a private archive looked like, but failed. Probably marble floors, huge chandeliers and librarians that bowed.

“If I say something strange… please tell me. I wish to understand how people live everyday life.” The rich girl admitted, blushing as she looked away.

“Okay,” Izuku said, smiling a little. “I’ll help.”

Her expression brightened and soon they sat together at a small table, books stacked between them. She read quietly, posture perfect, hair falling smoothly behind her shoulders. Izuku pretended to study, but mostly he was staring.

Finally, she closed a book and rested her hands in her lap. “Thank you. Truly. You have been… very kind to me.”

“It’s no problem,” Izuku said. “I like helping people.”

“…My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. And… I was not entirely truthful earlier.”

“You are a princess, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Princess Momo of the Kingdom of Momoland.” She sighed delicately, resigned and relieved at the same time.“And I am terribly bad at hiding it.”

“You tried,” Izuku offered.

“Not very well. I thought leaving my crown at the palace would be enough.”

“That’s.. kind of cute.” Once her cheeks turned pink, Izuku realized he just flirted with royalty.

But then, as someone came to pick up the princess with her coach, the coachman gave Momo a golden envelope Momo had apparently asked for over the phone. 

“I would like to invite you and one guest to a formal ball at my family estate.” The princess said with a warm smile and rosy cheeks.

Number three after the ball.

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The Yaoyorozu Royal Estate was big enough that Izuku briefly wondered if it had its own weather system. Even UA would have felt emasculated by the size of Momo’s temporary home. Pure white walls went high up in the sky, with the golden gates going nearby as high. Both Izuku and Ochako had to swallow, just to comprehend the size of this thing. And if it wasn’t intimidating enough, both Izuku and Ochako felt underdressed. The greenette wore a suit from the attic, which used to belong to his dad. The brunette meanwhile wore a pink tanktop and skirt, all to create the illusion of her wearing a dress.

Then Momo met them at the door. Compared to Izuku and Ochako’s fashion, her white silk gown and shiny jewelry was nothing short of breathtaking. The princess oozed grace and elegance. Just one ribbon if her dress was probably capable of funding a small country.

“Izuku. Miss Ochako. I’m very glad you came.” She smiled pleasantly. 

“We wouldn’t miss it!” Ochako smiled back just as sweetly.

Izuku didn’t know why, but as the two girls looked at each other with toothy smiles on their faces, he suddenly felt..unsafe.

“Shall we enjoy the gardens? The refreshments are quite”-“Actually,” Izuku interrupted the princess, nerves kicking in. “I need to…excuse myself for a moment. I’ll be right back!”

As he fled, the two girls stood alone together in front of a palace made of marble and expensive air. They looked at each other, both blushing, until Ochako spoke first. “So….You like him.”

Momo nods, hands folded politely. “Very much. He is kind. And gentle. And he treats me like I was just Momo, not a princess.”

“Yeah. That’s what gets you. That or his plus ultra sweetness, or the adorable protective big brother thing he has going on with his sister.”

“He has a little sister? Perhaps I should have invited her too.”

“You can do so next time.” Then Ochako’s eyes narrow mischievously. “Wanna mess with him?”

“What do you mean?”

“We pretend we’re having an intense rivalry. The dramatic, soap-opera kind. So when Izuku comes back, he walks into chaos.”

Momo wanted to ask why she would want to do that. But as she thought about it, her lips curled into a terrifyingly elegant smile.

“Miss Ochako… I accept your challenge.”

When Izuku returned from the bathroom, having just gotten encouragement for Inko over the phone, he was met by Ochako and Momo standing face-to-face in the ballroom, speaking loudly enough that half the nobles are pretending not to eavesdrop.

“What’s the matter, your higny? Think you’re so much better than me? You’re just a spoiled brat!”

“How dare you? I will not take such accusations from a girl with no manners. I mean, you were hanging halfway in the chocolate fountain.”

“Why don’t you go look for a guillotine, princess? It’s not like you’re anything more than a pretty face.”

“Only if you go look for a trough. That way you can finally act like the pig you are.”

He had only been gone for three minutes, and now the ballroom looked like it was one insult away from sparking a War between Japan and Momoland.

“W-What is going on?!” Izuku squeaked, stepping between them, raising his hands. 

Ochako and Momo instantly turned their attention to him, and then immediately snapped back to glaring at each other. “Oh, nothing. Just the princess here thinking she can buy your love with fancy dresses and giant palaces!” Ochako crossed her arms. 

Momo scoffed, chin lifting. “Please. I do not buy affection. I simply offer Izuku a refined environment of mutual respect and cultural growth. Something I doubt you can provide between… your bouts of gluttony.”

“IT WAS A VERY GOOD CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN.”

“I AM AWARE, YOU FELL INTO IT.”

“Momo, Ochako, please don’t fight.” Izuku begged, voice cracking on the last word. But neither girl looked at him, as they were committed to the bit.

“You think wearing a pretty dress makes you better?” Ochako pointed accusingly. 

“You’re right. But it is not the dress that makes me better. It is the posture, grace, etiquette, and inner poise. The dress is simply a visual aid.” Momo’s smile was elegant and deadly.

“L-Let’s dance!”

If he was honest, Izuku didn’t want to dance, since he was quite terrible at it. But drastic times called for drastic measures. 

Momo stepped forward first. “May I?” She asked, offering her hand the way someone in a period drama would.

Izuku swallowed, before saying yes and placing his hand in hers. And that was when Momo revealed something Izuku suspected but had not been emotionally prepared for

Momo Yaoyorozu is good at dancing. Not just ‘took lessons’, and not just ‘comfortable’. She moved like the ballroom had been built for her…which it probably was.

She guided Izuku with a gentle pull here, a subtle step there. Their steps glided. Momo’s face was pink, while Izuku’s ears were red. Both were holding on just a little tighter than the dance required.

“You’re… very good at this,” Izuku managed.

“My tutors insisted.” Momo replied, voice soft. “But… thank you.”

Izuku’s heart tried to escape his chest, right as the song faded. They then let go slowly, before it was Ochako’s turn.

“Well. Now I feel underprepared.” The brunette laughed awkwardly, stepping up with her hands behind her back. “But we’ll still have fun, right?”

Izuku nodded before taking her hand. “Ready?” He asked. “Nope!” She said brightly, grabbing his hands anyway.

Where Momo’s dance was poised and elegant…Ochako’s was alive.

• She swayed too much. 
• She bumped his shoulder.
• Izuku stepped on her foot once.
• Ochako stepped on his foot twice.

And they laughed through the entire thing.

“You know,” Ochako whispered, leaning a little closer. “If I fall, I’m taking you down with me.”

“I’d catch you.” Izuku said, before realizing he had actually said it out loud.

“W-Well,” the now blushing brunette said softly. “Then I guess I won’t have to worry.”

Before they knew it, the music went quiet. And the three of them stood in the middle of the ballroom.

Ochako looked at Izuku, trying to smile, but her eyes were anxious. As for Momo, she looked at Izuku too. Her posture was strong, but her fingers fidgeted with her pearl bracelet. Then, in perfect unison, the two girls asked. “…Who do you pick?”

“Both. I won’t hurt either of you.” Izuku didn’t waste a second. “If you’re both alright with it, I would be honored to have you both as my girlfriend.”

“…I mean, you essentially have Polygamy the quirk.” Ochako shrugged.

“I suppose it’s not uncommon for a Royal to have a collection of concubines.” Momo coughed into a fan she created. “Just look at my mother, the queen.”

As the princess said this, Izuku and Ochako both slowly turned to the queen. At first, it looked like she was sitting on a throne in a loose dress. But upon closer inspection, she was sitting on a throne..maybe of multiple heavily restrained, gagged and blindfolded women, all the while wearing a bathrobe.

“…Who are those women?”

“That unfortunately doesn’t matter, Ochako.” The princess of Momoland explained. “These women are property of mother now. They will only respond to their Slave names…if the gags allow them to talk.”

“…What kind of country is Momoland actually?” Ochako asked before nudging Izuku’s shoulder to get him to join in. “Right, Izuku?”

“Momo, I want your mom to step on me.”

“I see…But don’t worry. All these women are here by choice. They want this out of love and devotion to their queen.” Momo explained to Ochako, right before the two girls took Izuku somewhere more..quiet.

Inko sat on the couch with a cup of tea, staring out the window anxiously. “I just hope Izuku had a nice time.” She murmured. “No stress, no explosions, just a calm little evening. He deserves nice things.” She smiled softly.

Then, a golden royal coach pulled up outside. The door opened, and out stepped Izuku…covered in lipstick marks.

Ochako climbed out next, also blushing and hiding behind her hands. Momo remained in the coach, radiant and flustered, touching her lips to confirm yes, it really happened.

Inko stared, and Izuku stared back. Neither one moved as the mother set her tea down. “…Izuku,” she said before she took a deep breath. “MY BABY BOY HAS TWO GIRLFRIENDS I’M SO PROUD!”

Once Izuku took a cold shower to get himself under control, he once again grabbed his notebook.

Entry 2

Name: Momo Yaoyorozu 

Age: 15

Quirk: Creation

Likes: Encyclopedia

Dislikes: Luxembourg (enemy of Momoland)

Country of birth: Momoland

Archetype: The sheltered princess

Girl number three

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After putting Momo’s entry in his notebook, Izuku decided to go for a walk down a quiet street, the evening air fresh on his face with the faint scent of rain. His thoughts wandered to school, heroes, his girlfriends,…Momo’s dommy mommy, when he heard a soft, muffled sobbing coming from a building nearby.

The sound was faint, but unmistakable. Someone was in trouble. Without thinking, Izuku crept closer to the building and peeked through an open window.

Inside, he saw a slightly older girl tied to a chair. Her hands and feet were bound tightly with rope, and her head was bowed as she tried to quiet her sobs. There was a sleeping mask with ‘sleeping beauty’ placed over her eyes, a thick cloth between her lips, and a set of headphones covering her ears.

This was a kidnapping, plain and simple. And judging by the girl’s beautiful and clearly expensive dress, it was no ordinary one. This girl was clearly someone important.

“Okay… I can handle this,” Izuku muttered, taking a deep breath. He scanned the room for guards or traps. Once they clearly weren't there, he crept inside through the window, moving as quietly as possible. Step by step, he got closer to the girl. “It’s okay,” he whispered, trying to reassure her..despite her not being able to hear him. “I’m here to help.”

“Not so fast,” a deep voice growled. Before he could react, Izuku felt a strong hand grab him, and his vision went dark as a sack was pulled over his head, followed by a hit the head

When the greenette regained consciousness, he realized the kidnappers had moved him onto a chair. A loose noose was draped around his neck, right now it was more for intimidation, but the chill that ran down his spine was very real. Because any second, someone could hosed him up by the neck. His hands meanwhile were completely wrapped in duct tape. He couldn't even wiggle a finger.

At the same time, the kidnappers removed the cloth, sleeping mask and headphones to stop the girl’s sensory deprivation. Immediately, the girl, now able to see him more clearly, tilted her head towards Izuku. “Chi sei?” She asked softly in Italian.

One of the kidnappers sneered, speaking in Italian with a dramatic flourish. “È il tuo cavaliere in armatura di merda!”

Anna blinked, processing the words, and turned to Izuku. “Thank you.” She said in good enough Japanese.

The kidnappers quickly pushed her to make the ransom video, forcing her in front of a camera. She looked into the lens with wide, fearful eyes.

One of the kidnappers stepped forward. “Sbrigati con il riscatto, o impiccheremo il tuo ragazzo!”

Anna swallowed, her hands trembling. She forced herself to take a deep breath. “Salve… se state guardando questo, sono stata rapita,” she began, her voice quivering. “Mi chiamo Anna Scervino… e sono l’erede della famiglia Scervino.” Anna swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “Se il riscatto non verrà pagato... la mia testa sarà sulla porta di casa entro domattina. Vi prego… seguite le istruzioni dei rapitori.”

The kidnappers smirked at her, pleased with the video, while Anna shot Izuku a look that made it Izuku’s personal mission to save her.

Once the kidnappers left the room laughing, locking the door behind them, there was an awkward silence between Izuku and Anna. That was, until Izuku whispered, “Are you okay?”

Only then did Anna exhale  a breath she’d been holding the entire time, before she shook her head slowly. “My family… was attacked three days ago. My parents. Our guards. Even my butler, my best friend, Giulio.” Her voice broke for the first time. “They killed everyone. I’m… all that’s left to ransom. Well, besides my grandmother, who will surely be forced to pay for my safe return.”

Izuku’s chest tightened. “I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry.”

Anna lifted her chin, trying to push the tears down. “…I don’t want to die here.”

“I’m not letting that happen,” Izuku said, voice steady even with a rope around his neck. “We’re getting out.”

Before she could answer, the door opened again. A tall, depressed looking man entered, probably being the leader. He leaned down, examining Anna like she was merchandise.

“Sai, se la nonna non paga, puoi sempre fare la puttanaknow,” he said conversationally, as Anna’s expression sharpened instantly. “Il tuo salvatore ti ha già preso la verginità o sei ancora fresca?”

“Non toccarci, pervertito!” As Anna screamed this, the man froze before smirking.

“Dovresti sorridere di più. Ti renderà più attraente per gli uomini.”

His jaw twitched. He then grabbed a roll of duct tape and slapped a strip across her mouth, before drawing a crude smile on it with a pen. Seeing how he was mocking her, Izuku struggled against his restraints. “Stop it! Leave her alone!”

The boss just smirked, stepping close to Izuku. Too close, already reaching for the rope to pull up the noose.

That was when Anna moved. Her legs were still tied, but she kicked Valdo into the shin, causing him to fall down. She then stomped down, full force, onto his back….and again…and again.

Once Izuku realized Anna might actually kill Valdo, he started biting onto the noose to hopefully cut it in time.

“So good news, the police will let you out if you calm down.” A heavily sweating Izuku told Anna, the elegant Italian heiress, who was currently in a straitjacket, being held by two visibly traumatized police officers.  They hadn't even removed the tape from her mouth, too scared of what profanity She would spew.

“MMMMMFFHHH!!!” Anna screamed before she inhaled through her nose and then exhaled. The officer then loosened her straitjacket, and Izuku gently touched her cheek. He then ripped the tape off her mouth, leaving a red imprint. “S-Sorry,”

“It's alright, signore stranger.” The heiress said in perfectly formal, composed Japanese. She then leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Y-You saved me too. We did it together.” Izuku turned pink to the ears, causing Anna to laugh. “A-And my name is Izuiu Midoriya.”

“Then Midoriya, I would like to stay in contact.”

“I’d like that too.” Izuku said, as he watched Anna walk into the night…towards his apartment building.

As it turned out, she is his new neighbor.

Updated poll for pacing

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Izuku’s sleep was disturbed by visions he couldn’t control. He saw Momo, Ochako, and Anna being snatched from his side, pulled into dark vans. Rope bit into their wrists and ankles. Cloths covered their mouths. Eyes wide with fear, helpless as they screamed silently. Shadowy figures bundled them into crates and vehicles, labels reading ‘SLAVES’ in bold letters. No matter how he tried, Izuku’s body wouldn’t move. He could only watch as they were sold off, and taken from him.

Then he woke with a gasp, sheets twisted, heart hammering. Sweat dripped down his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and made a new group chat.

Called Anti-kidnapping training.

The next morning, Izuku’s living room had been transformed into a ‘training room.’ Chairs were lined up, ropes coiled neatly on the floor, and a whiteboard with hastily drawn diagrams leaned against the wall. Ochako, Momo, and Anna stood in a loose line, eyebrows furrowed in varying degrees of confusion.

Izuku clutched his notebook tightly. “Okay… today’s first exercise,” he began, voice shaky but determined, “is how to escape from being tied to a chair. Without using quirks. Pure technique.… you can do it!”

Momo tilted her head. “I fail to see how this is relevant. Won’t we have guards around us once we turn eighteen?”

“True, but we aren’t that old yet, and I won’t let someone hurt you three!” Izuku proclaimed frantically, causing the trio to blush.

“This seems straightforward. I’ve had some… experience.” Anna gave a calm, encouraging smile. Though her blushes hadn’t fully disappeared yet.

“I’ll try too. But don’t laugh if I fail.” Ochako laughed nervously. 

Izuku, blushing furiously, tied each girl’s hands to the armrests and their feet to the legs with soft rope. He tried to make the knots snug but not painful. “There. You’re restrained. Now… escape!” He squeaked.

Momo moved first. She examined the knots carefully, tilting her head, then slowly shifted her weight and used precise leverage to loosen her wrists. Within moments, her arms were free. She adjusted her posture elegantly as if nothing had happened, then freed her feet with equal finesse.

Izuku blinked. “…Wow. That was fast.”

“I’m the princess of Momoland. Those darn Luxembourgers have tried to kidnap and kill me multiple times.” Momo explained calmly as Anna, seated calmly, studied her restraints with a small, confident smile. She gently tested the rope, feeling the tension, then wiggled her wrists in controlled motions and leaned carefully to shift her weight. Within a minute, she was completely free too, standing gracefully next to Momo. She glanced at Izuku and nodded reassuringly. “It’s easier than it looks once you understand the mechanics. Don’t worry, Midoriya. You’ll get the hang of it.”

Ochako, on the other hand, flailed her legs and twisted her arms, trying to wiggle out. After several frantic attempts, she made the chair fall over, breaking it. This freed one arm, which she used to free the other with a determined look. “I-I did it!” She exclaimed, grinning sheepishly.

Izuku’s jaw dropped. “You… all escaped… in seconds, a minute max!” He gulped, scribbling notes furiously. “Okay… next exercise… 

“Not so fast, mister.” Anna cut him off with a little smile. “You got kidnapped yesterday too.”

“And we do not want to lose you too.” Momo added as Ochako got closer to the greenette.

“You might be the teacher, but we’ll see how well you handle it next. Let's see how our knight does when he’s tied up.” She whispered in Izuku’s ear with a small grin.

“…Oh no.” Izuku’s eyes widened.

Within ten minutes, the girls were sitting on the floor, casually stretching and sipping tea, while Izuku sat tied to a chair. “I just wanted you to be safe…”

“We know, Izu.” Anna sighed, before pulling out a scarf. “Now be a good little kidnapping victim and open your mouth. From experience, I know a gag is more effective between your lips than over them.”

 Both Eri and Inko decided to sleep in today. But alas, they both had to wake up for cartoons and breakfast respectively.

They did however not explain to see Izuku tied to a chair, with his mouth covered by a scarf. His eyes widened as he struggled, clearly panicked.

“OH NO! Izuku!” Inko gasped. “Somebody call the police!”

“We have to save him, mama!” Eri’s small fists clenched as Inko nodded, determined. They rushed towards him with heroic determination. Eri’s horn glinted in the light, ready to poke out eyes, while Inko pulled a knife towards her. Only to see that next to the tied up and gagged Izuku, Momo and Anna were standing calmly, while Ochako held another set of ropes, a playful grin on her face.

“Mom! They’re hurting him!” Eri shouted, horn pointed like a lance.

Immediately Izuku’s eyes widened as he screamed from beneath the gag. He struggled slightly against his restraints and tried to speak, but obviously couldn’t.

“Actually… we’re just training him, ma’am.” Momo explained as she tilted her head elegantly. 

“It’s all part of anti-kidnapping exercises. He’s perfectly safe.” Anna smiled softly. 

“See? All planned!” Ochako giggled, holding up the ropes. 

Eri lowered her horn slightly, still frowning. “Training? But he looked… so tied up!”

Izuku, cheeks red and struggling to get free, managed to point at the ropes and nod frantically. Seeing this, Inko exhaled slowly, her face flushing with embarrassment. “…Oh. Oh! It’s… a drill.”

Eri crossed her arms, still suspicious. “Hm. Next time, you warn us before tying up my big brother, okay?”

Izuku nodded vigorously, silently promising himself that he’d never let his mother and little sister witness the training again.

“Don’t worry. Next exercise, he gets even trickier restraints! You won’t miss it!” Ochako laughed. 

Izuku groaned inwardly, realizing his anti-kidnapping training had officially turned into a crazy thing.

Still, he should have expected this. Most couples had bonding activities, and this was literally one. And once he added Anna to the notebook, it was all official.

Entry 3

Name: Anna Scervino 

Age: 18

Quirk: Overmodification 

Likes: Opera

Dislikes: pineapple on pizza

Country of birth: Italy

Archetype: damsel in distress turned fighter

An altered poll

Chapter Text

Having three girlfriends, you would think Izuku was used to loud noises. Only two of the three girls were calm, regal and sophisticated girls of high society.

So when he heard loud screaming, Izuku went towards it. Only instead of an incident, it was a street performer absolutely screaming her lungs out into a portable speaker while doing high-energy jumps in a pink idol outfit… in front of an audience of exactly two pigeons and a guy walking his dog who was very much looking the other way. “…And that’s my hit single!” Pop Step announced, breathing heavily but striking a glitter-sparkle idol pose anyway.

Almost no applause. Not even from the pigeons. The only one who clapped was Izuku, loudly.

Pop Step froze, blinking. “W-What! A fan! YES! Okay-okay-okay. JUST STAY RIGHT THERE, DON’T LEAVE, DON’T EVEN BLINK!” She scrambled to reset her speaker, tripping over its cord in the process. “I’ll do an encore!!!”

“N-No! It was great already! I-I just,” Izuku panicked. But then he realized what she was doing. Trying her hardest. 

So he let her sing and dance for him, going through her entire two hour routine.

It was…a six out of ten, which was already generous. Still, Pop really tried.

“You worked really hard. That was amazing.” Izuku told her with a smile, causing Pop Step to blink like no one had said those words to her before.

“...Y-You actually liked it?” She whispered.

“Yes!” Izuku nodded so aggressively he nearly headbutted the air. “I mean, your pitch was a little shaky in the second verse and your jump arc dips at the height of the step crossover, which risks knee strain, and your choreography pacing could benefit from strategic momentum retention for-”

As he continued, Kazuho stared at him. “…You…want to help me?”

“Of course.” Izuku immediately said. “In no time, people will applaud you for minutes on end.” As soon as he said this, Pop lit up, and they could begin.

Izuku crouched down beside Pop, examining the small speaker she had propped on the pavement. “It’s angled wrong,” he muttered, twisting the knobs carefully. “Right now, half the sound is going into the sidewalk. We need it to project toward the crowd.” With a few adjustments, the speaker now pointed straight at the pedestrians, carrying Pop’s voice farther without distortion. 

Next, he pulled out a small notebook and scribbled some ideas down. “Shorter sets,” he said, pointing at the page. “If you sing and dance for too long, you will get tired faster. We want them to hear your best every time, not your worst at the end.” Pop nodded, biting her lip nervously. 

“Okay… I guess I’ve been trying to do too much at once.” Izuku grinned encouragingly. “Exactly! Let’s keep them wanting more.”

He then knelt down to chalk the pavement, sketching a rough rectangle with ‘stage area’ written under it. “This is where you’ll perform.” He explained. “People will naturally stand outside this line, giving you space to move. Plus, it makes it look more professional.” Pop stepped forward to test the boundaries, bouncing lightly, and her eyes sparkled as she imagined jumping safely without worrying about tripping over a passerby’s bag.

Finally, Izuku grabbed a marker and a piece of cardboard. 

POP☆STEP — LOCAL IDOL — COME SEE HER JUMP! 

He held it up for her. “People love a good advertised show, and this tells them exactly what you’re about. Your energy and your jumps. Trust me, they’ll notice.” 

“You really think they’ll come?” Pop’s face lit up. 

“I think so,” Izuku said, straightening up, hands in his pockets. “And if not, I’ll be your first fan.”

The words hit her differently than he expected. Her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes widened, and she stumbled slightly, caught off guard by how genuinely earnest he sounded. For the first time in weeks, she felt like someone actually believed in her.

“You got to be in my performance!”

After the performance

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Pop☆Step was pacing in frantic circles, her pink idol outfit sparkling like it was powered by anxiety instead of food. “There will be people watching, but what if nobody watches, but also what if EVERYBODY watches, just to criticize me?!”

As she began to panic, Izuku gently put both hands on her shoulders. “Pop☆Step. Breathe. We’re here to help.”

“…We?”

Behind Izuku stood his girlfriends:

• Momo, already talking with some buff men.
• Ochako, stretching like a warm-up coach.
• Anna, elegant and composed.

Pop Step’s eyes widened. “A whole support team? For me?!”

Izuku nodded proudly. “You deserve to be seen.”

Momo was already positioning equipment with royal efficiency. “I’ve arranged for two palace guards and one local security agent to monitor from a distance. If a crowd gathers too thickly, they’ll adjust the flow calmly.”

“…You have palace guards?” Pop asked.

“I am a princess,” Momo reminded gently.

“S-Should I bow?”

“Just do your best. Izuku believes in you, so I will as well." Momo said with a smile, already adjusting Pop’s speaker angle expertly. “Perfect projection. Also, you should step into the light here. Your eyes will catch the shine.” She instructed as her palace staff was already installing lighting against walls.

Pop☆Step just stared. “She’s like… an elegant queen of backstage work.” But before she could continue to gush about the princess, Kazuho saw a little purple haired midget lurking at them from around the corner. “Um, I think we got a fan.”

“Oh that’s Mineta. A pervert who follows me sometimes.” Momo sighed before she snapped her fingers. Within seconds, a massive guy in a suit grabbed Mineta and broke his back over his knee. “Thank you, Jonathan.”

“….Is he….going to be alright?”

“Certainly, and he won’t bother you today.”

“Okay, Pop! Your whole thing is jumping, right? So let’s make sure you don’t blow out your knees!” Ochako stepped in, clapping excitedly. She demonstrated a safe landing roll. It was light, springy, easy to copy.

Pop☆Step tried….and Pop☆Step landed like a dying animal.

“That’s okay!” Ochako beamed. “Try again!”

After a few attempts, Pop’s landings were stable. Not pretty, but stable. “How are you so good at this?”

“Simple,” Ochako responded. “When I was little, I would sneak into rival construction company’s sites and act like I broke my back or leg in a fall there. They would pay us, and be forbidden from working for a while by the safety board. So my parents have more business.”

“…I see..”

Anna approached with serene composure, hands folded in front of her. “Your nerves might get high. That destroys stamina. Breathe.”

Pop☆Step mirrored her breathing… and calmed down. “Thank you, Miss Scervino. You’re really good at this.”

“I have been kidnapped twelve times. So I had to learn how to remain calm. Though even I struggle with it sometimes.”

“…TWELVE?!” Kazuho, as well as Izuku, yelped at the same time.

“Is… that normal in Italy?” Ochako asked, hesitantly.

“No. But it is normal for my family.” Anna answered, before getting hugged by Izuku. “Izuku, mio Caro, are you alright?”

“I promised you, Anna. You’ll never get kidnapped again!”

“I mean, I hope so. Otherwise the anti-kidnapping training was for nothing.”

Maybe Kazuho doesn’t need to know what the Italian heiress meant with that.

As the performance began, Pop☆Step stepped into the chalk-marked performance space. Ochako gave a thumbs up, Momo signaled the guards, and Anna nodded with a calm smile.

Music kicked in, and Pop☆Step sang, jumped, and landed steadily (mostly).

A small crowd gathered, then a medium crowd, and then people started filming.

Soon they were cheering.

This was the first time her performance didn’t crash and burn immediately. And it was all because of Izuku, her first fan.

So as a thank you, she grabbed Izuku’s wrist, and pulled him onto the ‘stage’.

As Izuku froze like a cat in a thunderstorm, the crowd was already cheering, including his three girlfriends.

“Come on, Izuku. Sing.” Pop☆Step smiled at him, pushing her mic in his face. Now he had to sing. 

For her.

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We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinkin' of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it

Inside, we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it

Inside, we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Once Izuku finished his song:

• Pop☆Step looked horrified.
• The crowd looked horrified.
• Anna looked horrified
• Ochako looked horrified
• Momo clapped politely but was also very horrified.

So after promising Pop☆Step he wouldn’t sing again, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, which the crowd loved.

That night, Izuku added Pop☆Step to his notebook.

Entry 4

Name: Kazuho Haneyama

Age: 15

Quirk: Leap 

Likes: singing and dancing

Dislikes: ‘Never gonna give you up’

Country of birth: Japan

Archetype: Pop idol wannabe

After the pop star?

Chapter Text

After the whole street performance, Inko insisted Izuku invite his girlfriends over for lunch. She wanted to make them a big lunch…But by wanting to be good future daughters-in-law, they all brought food for the lunch to save her work.

• Ochako: A bag of mochi and homemade ice tea.
• Momo: Roasted pheasant with summer vegetables and mashed potatoes.
• Anna: pasta bolognese with sparkling water and chocolates for Inko 
• Kazuho: Homemade parfait for dessert.

“Okay…so if I eat this mochi first, I might still have some place for the pasta and a pheasant leg. But what about-Mmhu?” Before Izuku could continue to worry about which girlfriend’s food he should start with, Ochako shoved her mochi in his mouth.

“Izuku! Eat!” Ochako squeaked, all the while looking smug that he ate her food first.

“Focus on the present, Amore mio.” Anna added, gently holding a fork with her pasta towards his face. “Though you should perhaps hurry, since your sister is eating all the parfait.” She added as Eri attacked Kazuho’s desserts with her spoon. This of course made the idol, now dressed in normal clothing, very satisfied.

But then someone knocked at the door, causing Inko to open up. There was a pink girl with fluffy pink hair, and black and golden eyes.

“Reih raannim ed ukuzi tnoow, ollah?” She asked in a language not even Momo understood. “Nebbeh meh tem skes elaro ki gam, laveg tad ni?”

“….Do you speak Japanse…or English?” Izuku asked, awkwardly extending his hand.

“Chot ej neb eipeons nee taw. Pank ne gittahcs oz tneb ej. Njiz teh teom jij!” The pink girl shouted, grabbing his hand. Her words made no sense, but the happiness in her tone was undeniable.

“Uh…” Izuku blinked. “I…don’t…understand you?”

“Nelat eredna jiw nerel oz. Negiuz sinep ej ki teom? Uon ej gez taw?” She asked, bending down before Izuku stopped her.

“I don't think she can understand you, sweetie.” Inko sighed as Eri mumbled something about ‘aliens’. 

“Don’t worry. I'll help you if you need it.” Izuku proclaimed…Only for Ochako to rightfully point out that the pink girl probably couldn't understand him. So making it possible to understand each other was the first step.

“Okay!” Anna clapped her hands, full teacher mode. “Mina, repeat after me. This is… pasta!” She held it up proudly.

“Pasaa!” Mina cheered, grabbing a hand of pasta and swallowing it whole.

“…Close enough,” Izuku muttered.

“Next.” Momo held up her veggie. “Vegetable.”

“Vigitabo!” Mina repeated brightly, before eating the carrot without hesitation.

“Definitely an alien,” Eri deadpanned. "She's weird."

“Eri, don't say that. Now can we please just…focus?” Izuku held up his notebook, only for something to fall out of it. A couple of cards, with hearts and the word ‘love’ on it, which made them the most generic cards ever. “….I was already practicing for valentines day.” He admitted sheepishly as Mina picked up the card and pointed at the word.

“L-Loavo?”

“Almost Mina, love.” Izuku said, pointing at the letters as Mina leaned closer than she had with anyone else, tilting her head like a curious puppy. “Looove?”

Her accent twisted the word, but her golden eyes were fixed entirely on him. “That’s…perfect.” He whispered.

“She totally has a crush already! Oh my gosh, you two are like star-crossed lovers separated by language!” Inko gushed.

But Mina didn’t react to her, or anyone else. She just hugged Izuku out of nowhere, babbling rapid-fire nonsense into his ear. “Tnawrevsleiz tsav njiz ew! Nekkil et ne nekets et dnom njim ni sinep ej rednoz teh deed ki ne!”

Izuku had no idea what she said. But then Mina pulled him outside the apartment…and immediately the clouds got blown away, revealing a massive UFO filled with Mina’s of different colors. Green, red, blue, yellow, orange and purple Mina’s waved down upon the harem. A green one then pressed a button, followed by a beam of light hitting Mina and a confused Izuku, before they were teleported on ship.

Leaving behind Izuku’s very confused family and girlfriends.

After Melissa

Chapter Text

The instant the teleport flash fades, Izuku is surrounded by cheering, brightly colored Mina’s. There were pink, blue, white, orange, yellow, red, green, purple ones. And all of them were dressed like it was the eighties. Baggy pants and bright tank tops and such.

“Sno tem snad mok.” The pink Mina said, pulling him onto the dance floor in the middle of their spaceship.

“Uh, okay. We're dancing now, I guess?” He said awkwardly as Mina began to move. “Dancing is safe, right?!” 

As it turned out, it was not safe. Not even slightly. Because the floor was covered in puddles. Strange, glossy, multi-colored puddles… with black, golden eyes and short hair. “…Are those… people?”

Instead of answering him, his Mina pointed at a green Mina closeby. She was dancing even more enthusiastically than the others…before she turned into a puddle too. But clearly, it was no big deal, as the blob just slid away towards a pool, where other liquid Mina were partying in. Still, Mina saw Izuku was a little uncomfortable, and so brought him to the food table…which had bowls filled with multi-colored fingers, toes, and noses. Above the table hung a couple headless Mina (a red, yellow and dark blue one) with tabs in their belly buttons. Despite that, they were still moving on a beat. Probably the ones their decapitated heads were listening to on the table, all the while their brains were exposed. 

“Etsrekkel teh njiz nierb teh.” Pink Mina said before grabbing a piece of yellow Mina’s brain, and putting it in Izuku’s mouth.

It tasted like the best cotton candy.

Then she fed him a red finger.

The greatest peppermint cane.

And Lastly a bit of blue Mina’s stomach acid.

The sweetest lemonade.

“So you guys….eat each other?” He asked with a small laugh. Because while he did not condone cannibalism…..Mina and her species were delicious. “What are we actually celebrating?”

“Gadraajrev s’rediel ne redeom ezno.”

“…We really need to find a way for us to understand each other. I mean, you somehow understand me, but I have no idea what you just said.” The greenette sighed, right as multiple Mina carried a blue middle aged woman inside the room, with a second group carrying a birthday cake..made of Mina heads. “Oh..I guess it’s your mom’s birthday.”

Once the Mina began singing something vaguely sounding like ‘happy birthday’, Izuku knew it was a birthday…then all the Mina, besides his pink one, exploded into confetti.

He was SO confused. Fortunately, Mina’s mom explained it to him. 

“This happens all the time, kid. The melting, the eating each other, even blowing up, our species does it on a daily basis. We just regenerate.” The mother of the Mina’s explained, all the while our Mina lowered the ‘food’ Mina’s bodies from the ceiling, and put their heads back on. Within seconds, it reattached like nothing happened.

“I see…how do you speak my language?”

“Oh sweetie, our species can instantly learn a new language by…consuming your sperm.”

“What?!”

“There are no males on our planet. Adult Mina, called Chitose’s, get pregnant at some point and give birth to about ten little Mina’s. Still, our biology is connected to a, let’s call it, male factor.”

 Before Izuku could ask more questions, Mina returned to his side with something in her hands. It was a heart..her heart.

“You know, Mina only gives their hearts to others when they really really love them. It’s a special gift on our planet.” Chitose said with a smirk. “Eat her heart, young man.”

“…You’re lucky you guys are delicious.” Izuku probably shouldn’t be this quickly convinced…but they were SO tasty, and her heart tasted like the best Mochi in the entire galaxy.

But then, Mina glanced at his crotch. 

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He did want to understand her…so he undid his belt, lowered his pants..and then was met by a blinding light.

When the light faded, Izuku stood in front of his mother and girlfriends (Eri was fortunately not there), right as he unloaded into Mina’s throat.

“….I can explain.”

And explain everything, Izuku did. Including the Mochi heart and ‘translation methode’. After that, the greenette could finally rest and catch a breath. Though not before adding Mina to his logbook.

Entry 5

Name: Mina the Alien

Age: 15

Quirk: Acid, Candy body, Self-detonation, Regeneration

Likes: partying 

Dislikes: pickles

Country of birth: Chimibes (small planet next to Venus)

Archetype: cannibalistic party alien

“…Where did Mina actually go?” Honestly, Izuku didn’t know where Mina went after they returned to earth.

At the Uraraka household.

“Are you certain this is an earth custom, Ochako?” Mina asked as she was handcuffed to a chair without a shirt (she borrows a bra from Ochako).

“Totally. Now try not to move too much.” Ochako said, all the while sharpening her grandpa’s axe.

She will get that ultra delicious Mochi heart.

After the cannibal party alien, and the American inventor, goes who?

Chapter Text

Izuku could hardly contain his excitement as he stepped into the convention hall. Posters of All Might’s greatest feats covered the walls, and a crowd buzzed with anticipation. Today wasn’t just any fan meeting. It was the All Might fan meeting, and Izuku had been invited by someone he met online.

He barely had time to catch his breath before he spotted her. Melissa Shield, aka NieceMight375, standing near a small table with All Might plushes, waving at him with a shy smile. Immediately, Melissa’s eyes lit up when she noticed him approaching. “Mightfan240!” She exclaimed. “I didn’t think you’d make it this early!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Izuku replied, nearly tripping over his own feet. “I just can't believe we're actually meeting in person.”

“I get it. We talked so much online, I couldn't wait to see you.” Melissa giggled before pointing at the five people behind him. “Who are you five?” She asked Ochako, Momo, Anna, Kazuho, and Mina.

“His girlfriends.” They said in unison as briefly, Izuku was afraid the blonde would call him a cheater or untrustworrhy…but then, Melissa smirked.

“Got room for one more?”

This was officially the fastest Izuku got another girlfriend.

The afternoon sun streamed through the convention center skylights, glinting off the golden posters of All Might in every pose imaginable. Izuku and Melissa stood in front of a huge cardboard cutout of the hero, surrounded by fans in costumes.

But there was an issue.

“You really… don’t remember this photo?” Izuku asked with a nervous laugh, pointing to the iconic image of All Might’s first victory. “You quoted his entire speech to me online last week.”

“Ah, right! That one.” Melissa forced a laugh that sounded just a little too high-pitched. “Of course! The, uh… ‘Justice Never Sleeps!’ speech!”

“…That’s from a toothpaste commercial,” Ochako whispered under her breath, causing Melissa to laugh loud and awkwardly.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem… kinda off today.” Izuku asked, scratching his cheek. “If you're not feeling well, you could have just told me you couldn't come.”

“NO! I want to spend time with you! I-i mean I’m just jet-lagged,” Melissa said quickly, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “Totally fine! So, uh…All Might! Woo!” She threw her hands up and laughed again, watching his reaction too closely.

Izuku’s unease grew, but before he could question it again, Melissa grabbed his wrist. “Come on! More stuff over there!” She yelped, pulling him through the crowd before anyone could object.

“Melissa, that’s the exit,” he laughed nervously, trying to pull back, but she didn’t slow down.

“I just want to show you something quieter!” She said over the noise, forcing cheer into her voice.

This left the five girlfriends very confused, as well as literally lost. Izuku knew the way in this All Might sea, and he was nowhere to be found….so they walked around…and around…and around.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”

Until they somehow ended up near a locked closet, with whimpers and murmurs coming from the other side. 

“…Someone didn't pay attention in the anti-kidnapping training.” Ochako, Momo and Anna said in unison, confusing the later two additions to the Midori-harem. But instead of answering them, Momo told Mina to melt the door (she would buy the venue a new one.

Revealing Melissa, with her ankles, wrists and lips taped. Needless to say, they had to find Izuku quickly.

Meanwhile, Izuku followed ‘Melissa’ down a dim hallway behind the main event room. The walls were bare concrete now, the hum of fans fading into the low buzz of fluorescent lights. “Uh…Melissa?” He asked, slowing down. “This isn’t really part of the convention floor, is it?”

“It’s just a shortcut. You trust me, right?” She turned with a too-sweet smile. 

“Of course, I just-” before his eyes, Melissa melted away, revealing a blonde girl with messy buns, fangs and yellow eyes.

But before he or the other girl could say anything, both Ochako and Mins going themselves onto the girl, followed by Momo holding a self-made straitjacket and muzzle, which Anna and Kazuho helped put onto the mystery girl. And if things couldn't get weirder, the real Melissa, still tied up and gagged, was hopping towards him.

“M-Melissa?” The greenette asked, gently pulling the tape off her mouth, followed by Melissa spitting out a white handkerchief.

“Serious question. Why didn’t you guys immediately untie me when you found me in that closet?!”

The five girls exchanged uncertain glances, and so perhaps wisselt didnt answrt her. Fortunately, Izuku came to their rescue by taking the blonde’s attention away from them and onto him.

“Are you the real Melissa…Quickly, in which battle did All Might first use his signature move, Detroit Smash?”

“Kamino Prefecture incident against Toxic Chainsaw. Duh.” Melissa crossed her arms confidently…at least she would if they weren't still tied.

“Question two: What did All Might say to Nighteye after breaking the sound barrier during training?”

Melissa grinned. “Bet you didn't predict that.”

“Final question,” Izuku said, stepping closer. “When All Might came to I-Island… What flavor of ice cream did he get at the gala?”

“Mint chip,” Melissa said without hesitation, smiling fondly. “We split it. Half for him, half for me.”

“It is the real you!” He cheered, hugging her tightly, before shooting away and blushing brightly. “S-Sorry!”

“Hihi, it's alright. I’m happy to finally meet you too…though can you untie me? I need to pee for the last four hours”

After the American inventor is???

Chapter Text

It took a couple minutes for Melissa to finally emerge from the public restroom, rubbing her wrists. “Four hours tied up with a full bladder. I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy.”

“S-Sorry again. I really didn’t think today would involve… another kidnapping.” Izuku smiled apologetically. Somehow he knew it wouldn't be the last.

“It's not your fault, silly.” Melissa pat his shoulder reassuringly. “Now come on! You haven’t even seen the best part of the fan event yet!"

Immediately, the five girlfriends exchanged looks of slowly growing dread.

Melissa led them to a heavy door marked ‘AUTHORIZED HEROIC PERSONNEL ONLY’. But she just casually opened it, revealing…a cathedral?

But instead of saints, the stained glass windows depicted All Might, All Might, All Might, and All Might. Incense that smelled of All Might brand deodorant was being burned, and an organ was playing ‘YOU SAY RUN’.

And standing at the altar, in a tattered crimson cloak and headband, was the leader, Chizome Akaguro.

“Welcome, young believers,” Stain intoned dramatically. “To the GLORY OF ALL MIGHT.”

“…This is a cult, isn't it.” Kazuho asked as both Izuku and Melissa got on their knees and bowed for a golden All Might statue. “Yep, a cult.”

“I actually missed these. Back in Momoland, we had two big cults. One worshipped the Royal family…amd the other were a bunch of serial killers who targeted virgins from Luxembourg.” Momo said with a serene smile.

“How can you be weirder than the cannibal alien?” Anna asked dryly, with even Mina shrugging. “And please tell me you don’t miss the killer cult.”

Once Momo didn't respond, the girls turned their attention to the All Might cult…who were crucifying a Nighteye plushie upside down.

“This vile man tried to control All Might’s greatness, yet failed to understand its purity. HE IS A HERETIC!” Preacher Stain yelled, with Melissa and Izuku chanting with the rest of the group.

“Should we..get help?” After looking at the madness for a while, Kazuho asked this. “Like I want to go home…but I also don’t want to ruin Izu’s fun.”

“I agree. Let them have their fun until things get out of hand.” Anna suggested, right as Mina pointed at something.

The real Sir Nighteye, probably kidnapped, about to get actually crucified.

“…Ochako and I get Izuku and Melissa, you three call the cops and heroes.” Momo immediately returned to her calm and collected form, probably because she had seen a lot of cults go too far….The girls really hoped Momo stopped that killer cult.

Fortunately, Izuku and Melissa were already calling the cops themselves. So they weren’t completely insane yet.

 “I suppose..we all learned a lesson today about how fandoms can go too far sometimes.” Izuku mumbled once he and the six girls sat outside, only to be stopped by Kazuho.

“Izuku, I have seen the script of this story. We should NOT start preaching morals.” The amateur idol sighed. “I’m dreading the day Nemuri, Kuin or Itsuka join us. And Rumi might get us canceled.”

“I mean, we survived Mina’s chapters.” Ochako pointed out.

“We barely were in that one, and it underperformed. Both of Mina’s actually!”

“At least I’m the author’s favorite.” Mina pouted to nobody in particular.

“Come on, Kazuho. There have got to be more normal girls.” Izuku said.

“Let’s see…Makoto and Nejire are probably the most normal. Though Tsuyu, Kaina and Kyoka are kind of normal besides like one or two oddities.” The idol explains. “Then again, Melissa started out normal too, and now it’s almost killing a pro and shattering the fourth wall.”

“…I’ll join this harem?” A now blushing Melissa asked, with Kahuzo nodding. This promptly made Melissa fiercely kiss Izuku, sweeping him off his feet in the process.

“…And what others are there?” Momo, Anna and Mina asked in unison.

“A masochist, a horny sex pest who will teach Izuku..stuff I’m okay with, another cultist, a brawler with an inner kitten, a nudist, another mad scientist, and two villains.”

“….I’ll get nineteen girlfriends?” A flustered Izuku gasped with a smile on his face, already updating his notebook.

Entry 6

Name: Melissa Shield

Age: 16

Quirk: Quirkless 

Likes: All Might 

Dislikes: Wolfgang Hydra

Country of birth: USA

Archetype: passionate inventor

“We will..never talk about this script again, right?” Momo asked, with the five other girlfriends agreeing to that.

Next lady-friend

Chapter Text

Izuku wanted to do something nice for his girlfriends. Just a simple surprise outing.
Nothing dangerous. Nothing involving cults, aliens, or kidnappings. Just a fun, peaceful day at the mall.

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So naturally, disaster struck the instant he stepped inside.

Izuku, being a gentleman, extended his hands to grab one of his girlfriends’ hands, any of them, only to feel something soft. Soft and full. Soft, full, and squishy, with a firm tip that definitely didn’t belong to any hand in the known universe.

A split second of confusion, but then,

“You’re going to buy me dinner, or…?” came a bubbly voice directly in front of him.

Izuku exploded backward like he’d been hit with a truck, slamming into all six girlfriends and nearly taking them down like bowling pins.

“I-I-I’M SO SORRY!” He screeched, face red enough to violate several fire codes. “I DIDN’T SEE YOU…I STILL DON’T SEE YOU. BUT PLEASE, I’M SO SORRY, DON’T SUE ME!”

“It’s okay! Really! They’re not even that big… or are they?” The voice wondered aloud, sounding too teasing for comfort.

“…Izuku,” Mina said slowly. “Please tell me you didn’t just grope a ghost.”

“Yes! I’m a ghost!” The mystery girl replied without hesitation. “In my previous life, I was an international super spy.”

“Woah.” Melissa gasped.

“I was taking down Professor Lipton when he trapped me, sawed me in half with a laser.”

“My lord…” Anna breathed.

“Then he dropped my body parts into his giant shark tank!”

“That’s horrible!” Kazuho squeaked, hand over her mouth.

“And THEN he blew up the shark tank with a missile, so my body was vaporized and now I walk the earth as a spirit with no visible form! Tragic, right?”

“That’s so sad…” Izuku and Ochako sniffled in unison.

But Momo clapped once, which was as loud as a gunshot. “She has a body.” The princess said flatly. “Izuku literally groped her breasts.”

Immediately, Izuku and the other girls turned to Toru…at least where they thought she was.

“*sigh* okay fine. I'm Toru Hagakure, and I’m a normal human with an invisibility quirk. Some bitch liked the dress I was wearing, put a knife to my throat in the bathroom, and told me to undress. It happens. Really my own fault…I should’ve gone nude from the start.”

“…Are you a”-“NUDIST!” Toru announced proudly, like she was introducing herself at a job interview. “I almost never wear clothing, mostly because I… haven’t found my style yet!”

Izuku opened his mouth to reply, then closed it. He then opened and closed it again. Who was he to judge or question her. He:

• Had six girlfriends.
• has a mom who ‘made’ his quirk.
• Had joined a cult by accident.
• Had recently eaten parts of one of his girlfriends’ sisters.

He really was no longer qualified to judge anyone.

But the girls? Oh, they judged instantly. In perfect, terrifying synchronicity, all six grabbed Toru…well, grabbed air..and somehow managed to drag her toward the mall’s clothing district.

“Wait, what are you doing!?” Toru yelped as her feet skidded invisibly across the tile. “I still have dignity left! Somewhere!”

“We,” Momo declared, radiating the authoritarian aura of a princess on a mission. “Are going to find your style.”

“Even if it kills Izuku,” Ochako added dryly.

“W-Why me?!”

And with that, they disappeared deeper into the mall, dragging an invisible nudist and a mortified Izuku toward what could only be described as fashion-themed doom.

For this story (now all girls included)

The other story (if not for me, do it for ‘Goddess princess’ Izuku, who’s quirk makes him switch gender)

Chapter Text

The group marched Toru into the mall’s largest clothing store. Three floors, dozens of mirrors, and a helpful employee who immediately regretted coming to work today.

“Alright,” Momo declared, clapping once. “We’ll each give Toru a style. Izuku, sit over there.” She instructed as Izuku sat like a good boy. He knew better than to argue.

Then, after all six girls found their desired outfit for Toru, a spotlight that nobody turned on seemed to shine from nowhere as Toru was ushered onto a catwalk (made by the girls).

“Model incoming!” Mina announced like a game show host.

First was Momo’s outfit

Toru stepped out, shimmering faintly under the lights. She wore a ball gown, layers of soft light blue silk and lace, glittering embroidery that somehow showed off her invisible figure. The tiara floated elegantly above where her head should be.

“I present to you all, Momoland’s traditional evening attire.” Momo said proudly.

“You look like a floating wedding cake!” Mina squealed.

“I feel like I should be blessing peasants,” Toru giggled, twirling. The gown sparkled with empty space inside it.

“You look…beautiful.” Izuku blinked, unknowingly making Toru blush.

Next was Melissa

“Okay. Time for something respectable.” Melissa adjusted her glasses with a smug smile. 

Toru returned wearing an American power suit with sharp shoulders, a fitted waist, pristine white shirt, navy blazer, and a gold watch that cost more than Izuku’s entire life.

“Oh my God,” Ochako breathed. “She looks like she will fire me from all my weekend jobs.”

“…You have multiple?”

“Yes, Anna. We can't all be so rich people ransom us regularly.”

“I feel like I have stock options,” Toru muttered thoughtfully.

“You look like you own a company that owns another company that owns ME,” Izuku added.

“Perfect!” Melissa beamed. 

Ochako’s Turn 

Ochako practically shoved Toru back on stage. Toru appeared in a soft, comfy ensemble: a pastel sweater, a simple skirt, sneakers, and a floating hair clip.

“Aw!” Ochako clasped her hands. “Now you look like a girl next door!”

“I feel… cute,” Toru admitted, swaying gently.

“You look extremely approachable,” Izuku said honestly.

“Too approachable?” Mina elbowed him, turning him into a tomato.

Kazuho’s choice

Music started playing from somewhere, probably the idol’s phone, as it was her ringtone. Toru strutted on the cat walk in a glittering, neon-bright idol outfit with thigh-high boots, and star-shaped accessories.

“TA-DA!” Kazuho posed. “Now she is like me when I perform!”

“I feel like I should get energy from glowsticks. lightsticks,” Toru said.

“There is… so much…” Izuku blinked rapidly. 

“I know, it’s great!” Kazuho said proudly.

Mina’s pick was next

The dressing room door shook as smoke billowed out.

“Ladies and Izuku,” Mina announced dramatically. “I present: THE TORU SPECIAL!”

Toru stepped out in… something.

Something bright.

Something reflective.

Something possibly illegal in several countries.

It was a skin-tight, holographic bodysuit with LED strips, sequins, feathers, and an inexplicable cape made of pink faux-fur flames.

“I LOOK AMAZING!” Toru screamed joyfully.

“My eyes!” Izuku cried, shielding his face. “IT BURNS!”

“It’s beautiful,” Mina sniffed proudly. “Art.”

“It’s a war crime.” The other five girls corrected her. Anna then sighed, cracked her knuckles, and took Toru into the dressing room.

Lastly, Anna’s help with Toru’s fashion.

Ten minutes later, Toru emerged wearing designer everything:

• Floating Gucci shades
• A Louis Vuitton jacket tailored for an invisible girl
• Prada skirt
• Valentino heels
• A scarf worth enough money to pay off Kazuho’s shopping debt twice

“I feel rich,” Toru whispered.

“You look like you robbed six celebrities,” Mina whispered back.

“I must say,” Anna said. “She looks fabulous, so who cares.”

The Final Verdict

The six girls circled Toru, hands on hips. “We still need to pick a style she’ll use.” Momo said. “…I vote princess!”

“I vote business!”

“Casual!”

“Idol!”

“THE FLASHY OUTFIT!”

“Designer brands!”

All girls suggested their own styles, until Izuku raised a hand timidly. “…Shouldn’t Toru decide?”

The girls paused.

Toru blinked. “Me?” Toru asked as she removed Anna’s clothing. “I mean, I like them all…but I don’t know if they're my style.”

“Then… this is your chance to find something of your own.” Izuku smiled gently. “Just pick whatever you like.”

Toru froze like she’d been hit with a relation. The girls stepped back, giving Toru space. She looked around, touched a couple dresses, jeans and sweaters, and then saw IT. She ran to the back of the store and grabbed:

A long beige trench coat, alongside leather boots….And nothing else.

“If… if it makes you happy, Toru, then it’s perfect.” Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. The girls meanwhile were dumbfounded that their styles got beaten…by a flasher.

“I do! Thank you so much for the encouragement!” Toru cheered, running towards Izuku to hug him. And now that her body was covered up, Izuku could finally hug her back. But then, the invisible girl lit up, before she became visible. And as soon as Izuku took in her big eyes, her wavy hair, amd her bright smile, he thought one thing.

She’s adorable.

“Please join my harem.”

“…Sure.” 

You can’t deny it, Izuku is getting better at asking girls out

Entry 7

Name: Toru Hagakure 

Age: 15

Quirk: Invisibility 

Likes: being nude

Dislikes: her little sister not picking up her legos (I stepped in them, Kaori!)

Country of birth: Japan 

Archetype: ‘fashionable’ nudist

Watch Kuin beat these ladies’ asses

The mostly lesbian poll

Chapter Text

The whole harem had assembled for Kazuho’s big idol performance at the Western Night Festival, which was an event combining country music, carnival rides, saloons, barbecue stands, and a suspiciously large mechanical bull.

“Everyone ready?” Kazuho asked, stepping out behind them. She wore a glittery pink rancher outfit: heart-shaped belt buckle, rhinestone hat, sparkly boots, and her skirt. It wasn't her usual getup, but she liked it enough.

“You look adorable,” Izuku said automatically, causing Kazuho to short-circuit for a solid two seconds like the dorks they were. So to not get too overwhelmed, Kazuho turned her attention to the others’ outfits.

• Momo wore an elegant maroon gown with gold trim. Looked more like a queen attending a Wild West opera than a cowgirl.
• Ochako meanwhile wore the classic Western farmgirl outfit. Denim overalls, rolled sleeves, straw hat. She looked like she was milking cows for hours…also she said ‘Howdy’ a lot.
• Anna was a full saloon-lady. A light blue corset, long skirt with layers, gloves, and pearl choker. She looked like she ran the fanciest brothel in the Wild West.
• Toru:…She was wearing a poncho….That’s it.
• Mina was given spurs, a feather boa, a pink cowboy hat, short shorts made of sequins, and black boots 
• Lastly was Melissa, who wore a navy duster coat, a button-up shirt, tailored black pants, and polished boots. 

And then you had Izuku..who wore a simple brown vest, jeans, and a cowboy hat slightly too big for him.

He was vastly outclassed in style.

After Kazuho did her performance, which Izuku could call mediocre if it wasn't his ultra talented girlfriend, the group could relax and have fun.

“Howdy ladies and uh…ladies’ keeper?” An attendant dressed like a cowboy laughed, causing Izuku’s soul to leave his body. The girls then proceeded to make it worse by all publicly kissing hom on the cheek, before they split into small groups:

• Mina, Kazuho and Toru: Immediately stole three hats each.
• Momo and Melissa: Debated historical accuracy of the Wild West.
• Anna: Tried to buy an extremely expensive parasol she absolutely didn’t need.
• Ochako: Bought three corn dogs 

For once, everything seemed peaceful. No aliens. No cults. No kidnappings. Just a wholesome date.

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“SO! We meet at last… Nemesis.” A girl with orange brown hair and green eyes, proclaimed with a devilish grin. Unlike everyone else, she didn't wear western clothing. Instead she wore a school uniform, which consisted of a white dress shirt with a light orange bow at the neck, a dark green varsity jacket with a white bee insignia on the left side, and a yellow bee logo on the back. She also wore a short blue skirt, along with black and orange socks that stretched above her knees, as well as dark nail polish. “I heard a lot about you. Rescuing a Hero student, tech genius and Italian heiress, you sure are a hero.”

“Um, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Hero. I have searched far and wide for a worthy opponent. Someone who can challenge me. Someone who can survive my evil plots. Someone who can scream dramatically while saving the day!”

“I don’t want to scream dramatically! I already do that by accident!” Izuku protested.

Kuin ignored him completely, pulling out a cork pistol before snapping her fingers. Immediately, a buzzing cloud formed above her.

Bees. Millions of them.

“Oh no,” Izuku whispered. “Oh please no.”

Kuin grinned wickedly. “Hench-bees… ATTACK THE HAREM!” The bees then flew towards the girls, and swooped them up with their vast numbers. “If you want to save them, come to the train tracks within an hour!” The bees then returned for their Queen.

Izuku froze, eyes wide, as Kuin was carried off like some smug cartoon villain doing her weekly kidnapping run. Her laughter echoed over the fairgrounds as the bees and the very confused girlfriends disappeared into the sky.

“IZUKUUUUU, THIS IS VERY INCONVENIENT!” Kazuho yelled as she was lifted. “I WAS HANDING OUT AUTOGRAPHS!!!”

“I PAID FOR THAT PARASOL!” Anna screamed as she reached for the shop stand.

“MY CORN DOGS!” Ochako cried again, because the bees stole those too.

“PUT ME DOWN! I HAVEN’T STOLEN ENOUGH HATS YET!” Mina howled.

“THIS IS WHY I DON’T WEAR CLOTHES!” Toru shouted into the void.

Momo, very dignified even while being abducted, simply sighed. “We should’ve known peace was temporary.”

“I blame Izuku.” Melissa added, dead-eyed.

And then they were gone.

Izuku stared up at the sky, trembling. “I… I just wanted to go on a date.”

“Big bro… that’s your first mistake.” Said…Eri, who then told her confused brother (How did you get here) she wanted to ride the train, but had no money.

After paying Eri’s ticket, resulting in her calling him the best big brother ever (that made his day), Izuku ran alongside the track until he found his girls tied to the track hallway. But there was a massive issue.

“Mmm, snug..” Toru purred as she, along with the rest, were completely wrapped up in rope. Still, they had peaceful smiles on their faces.

“It’s like a weighted blanket.” Anna added. “Why did we do anti-kidnapping training? This is so..snug.”

“…You all need help.” Izuku sighed, reaching down to untie Ochako. “Why do you girls get captured so often?”

“Because my canon depiction is just a damsel in distress, so the author worked with that. Then this time, the bee girl was a spoof on Saturday morning cartoon villains, hence tying damsels to the traintrack…and Melissa got captured because the All Might convention was a boring setting for a chapter, hence why the second one was a cult chapter.” Anna explained softly, so relaxed that she broke the fourth wall. “Just wait until we get to Nemuri. You’ll…what was I talking about again?”

“Please stop breaking the fourth wal”-“Well, Well, Well. If it isn’t my nemesis.” Before Izuku could pull the girls off the tracks, Kuin showed up, throwing a cork gun at him. “We shall duel-*BANG*” The second he had the gun, Izuku shot Kuin in the eye, causing her to fall over. “…Did I kill her?…We should get her to a hospital.”

“We should tie her to the tracks too.” Ochako suggested. “Maybe she won’t be such a bitch then.”

Fortunately, before Izuku could even consider tying his nemesis to the tracks, Kuin got up, pulled a dead bee out of her eye, and just stared at Izuku the girls.

“…Did I tie them up?”

“Yep.”

“Because I wanted to be a supervillain?”

“Also yep.”

“*sigh* I’m Tamao Oguro. That insect took over my body.” The now named girl sighed, before helping Izuku pull the girls off the track. Right on time before the train sped by.

As it turned out, the kiddie train was more like a rollercoaster, barely passing Momo’s head at 60 miles per hour.

At least Eri was having fun.

After the supervillainess

Chapter Text

After the whole ‘bee-possession, kidnapping, train-track murder’ scenario, Tamao bowed so hard her forehead nearly hit her shoes.

“I’m so sorry! Queen Bee sometimes takes over my body.” She said earnestly. “Please, allow me to make it up to you with tea.”

Izuku, being Izuku, accepted immediately.
And the girls, being the girls, accepted because there might be free snacks.

So the entire group ended up walking to Tamao’s house at the edge of the city. The inside was filled with… bee everything. Bee-patterned curtains. Bee-shaped potholders. Bee pillows. Bee lamps. A rug with a giant smiling bee face. 

“This is adorable,” Ochako said.

“This is obsessive,” Melissa corrected.

Tamao, oblivious to both statements, busied herself preparing tea. The kettle whistled. She reached for the honey jar… and froze.

“What’s wrong?” Izuku asked.

“We’re out of honey.” Tamao lifted the jar, rotating it. The inside was scraped clean.

“Oh… that’s not so bad,” Izuku said gently. “We can just buy more”-“No stores sell my honey.” Tamao cut in. “It comes from my bees. Very specific bees. Bees that..actually never mind. We need to visit my apiary.”

Izuku already felt that familiar sinking dread. The one that meant ‘today is not going to be normal’.

The greenette offered to come along, but Tamao insisted he rest since he ‘looked exhausted, like a busy bee’. Once the girls agreed. Izuku accepted defeat. So Tamao led the six girlfriends down a dirt path into a forest clearing. Birds chirped. Leaves rustled. Sunlight trickled through the branches. It looked peaceful….Which should’ve been the first red flag.

Because when Tamao pointed at the fenced-off field of hundreds of buzzing hives… the girls saw the crowd.

• A bear, sitting politely like it was waiting for a bus.
• A tiger, tail flicking, ready to pounce.
• A donkey, looking like it regretted its entire existence.
• A pig, looking around nervously.
• A rabbit, vibrating like it had a schedule.
• An owl, staring at the wooden sign in front of the apiary.
• And last but not least, a kangaroo mother with her son in her pouch.

The girls slowly turned to Tamao.

“…Why?” Ochako whispered.

“They want the honey,” Tamao sighed as she pointed at the animals. “Those are my regulars. They come every harvest.”

“…Why is the donkey missing its tail?” Anna asked.

Toru perked up. “I wanna pet the bunny!” Only for the rabbit to glare at her. “M-Maybe not.”

““That tiger is huge!” Mina whispered. “Can it climb fences?!”

“It doesn’t need to,” Tamao said. “It jumps.”

The tiger demonstrated this by hopping over the fence, landing with a soft twump and immediately rubbing its head against Tamao’s arm like a housecat.

“Awwwwwwww look at himmmmmm!” Toru was already hugging the tiger.

“Please don’t die,” Melissa muttered under her breath. She never was the biggest fan of animals, preferring robots to unpredictable critters

The bear meanwhile waddled over to Tamao, pausing politely in front of the girls. Then it reached into a little satchel tied around its waist… and pulled out a wooden pot.

“It always brings its own jar,” Tamao said proudly. “Very responsible customer.”

The pig squealed softly and waddled up with a tin can in its mouth. Soon all the animals had their little containers.

But Kazuho was too focused on the big bear stuffed with honey. “He looks so… huggable.”

“Kazuho, no,” Anna warned. “You’re supposed to be one of the normal ones.”

Ignoring her, Kazuho hugged the bear, who hugged back.

“That’s actually really cute,” Ochako admitted.

Tamao clapped once, getting everyone’s attention. “Alright! I’ll gather honey for both groups. Girls, can you keep my customers entertained while I work? As long as they don’t go near the hives, we’re fine.”

“…So we’re babysitting a tiger, a bear, and seven more creatures,” Ochako said flatly.

• Mina played tag with the tiger
• Kazuho continued Higgins the bear
• Momo read a book to the owl
• Melissa…was terrified of the pig
• Ochako played with the baby kangaroo under the mother’s supervisor 
• Anna tied a Robin around the donkey’s tail stump
• Toru was Charing after the rabbit, who clearly didn't want to be picked up

Meanwhile, Tamao moved from hive to hive, filling pot after pot with thick golden honey. When she returned, she held two large baskets of jars and pots, one for the animals, one for the girls. “Thank you, everyone!” Tamao called. “Honey harvest is complete!”

The animals immediately perked up… instead of wandering back into the forest like a normal group of woodland creatures, they all followed the girls back.

“Oh! Of course you want to come for tea!” Tamao gasped, like this happened more often.

“…They WHAT?” Melissa whispered in utter horror.

“The animals always come over for the post-harvest tea party!” Tamao said cheerfully. “It’s tradition!”

There was a long, heavy moment of silence. But then the bear lifted its pot over its head as if saying, Please.

“…We have no choice. We must take them.”

“Why?” Melissa said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Why does God hate me?”

Back at Tamao’s place:

Izuku, who had been resting on the couch, sat up the moment he heard footsteps. “Oh! Hey, welcome back! Did everything go okay or-Is that a bear!?”

“Yep greenie, now help set the table. We got guests.” Tamao ordered with a little smirk.

Chapter Text

Makoto Tsukauchi was learning to become a genius quirk researcher, with a special interest in how quirks and heroes went hand in hand. So when she read about a boy, only three years younger than her, having the wildest life, she deduced it had to be a quirk. No way someone experiences this much nonsense naturally. Not long after, Makoto requested an official interview with Izuku Midoriya.

And so, Makoto sat across from Izuku in his living room, notebook ready and recorder on. Her glasses gleamed ominously. Eri and Inko Meanwhile were out.

Izuku sat nervously, holding a cup of tea with both hands.

“Mr. Midoriya… what are you?”

“I-I’m just a hero student, officer!” Izuku squeaked.

“That remains to be seen.” Makoto clicked her pen. “First question, how were you not mauled by a wild bear at Tamao Oguro’s apartment?” He asked, briefly remembering Tamao’s sexy dad. “According to witness accounts, you interacted with a full-grown forest bear. Could you explain?”

“W-Well, he had a honey pot,” Izuku said. “And he was… nice?”

“Nice,” Makoto repeated, writing something down with the cold precision of a surgeon.

“He gave me a high five.”

Makoto stopped writing. “…A bear…gave you a high five.”

Izuku nodded, proud and traumatized at the same time.

Makoto scribbled furiously. “Alright then. And why were your girlfriends tied to the train tracks?”

“That wasn't me! It was Queen Bee possessing Tamao! She wanted my attention so I would be her nemesis.”

As Makoto heard this, she inhaled slowly. “Moving on. How did you join the All Might cult?”

“It wasn’t a cult,” Izuku muttered.

“Did you or did you not bow in unison with sixty strangers?”

“…We agreed it was a fan club.”

“You crucified a doll before the others tried to move on to a human being.”

“…Fine. It might have been a small cult.”

Makoto made a sound between a sigh and a whimper. “Next question, one that interests me most, Mr. Midoriya. Why did Himiko Toga kidnap and impersonate Melissa Shield?”

“W-Well…” Izuku rubbed his arm. “Toga pretended to be Melissa because… she wanted to get closer to me?”

Makoto nodded slowly. “And in your expert opinion, Mr. Midoriya… why?”

“… because she… liked me?”

“Just ‘liked’?” Makoto asked, expression unreadable.

“…Maybe she wanted to touch my ass, but I'm not confirming or denying it.”

Deciding to just take this answer, Makoto adjusted her glasses, leaning forward. “Mr. Midoriya… we need to discuss another critical matter. Why… was Toru Hagakure naked during your mall outing?”

Izuku nearly choked on his tea. “…Uh… well, she… has an invisibility quirk…and her clothes got stolen.”

Makoto tapped her pen against her notebook. “Yes… that explains the invisibility. But why not tell her to wear more clothes than a trenchcoat? Did she… choose this?”

Izuku shifted in his seat, blushing furiously. “She… uh… says it’s her style. Like… fashion sense.”

“And you… encouraged this?”

“I… um… she’s happy, and I… don’t want to upset her?” Izuku mumbled, looking at his own knees while blushing.

Makoto nodded slowly. “Very well. Next question: it has been alleged you consumed alien flesh. Is this true?”

Izuku froze. “…Well… maybe… but it was… consensual? And they taste really good…”

Makoto blinked, expression unreadable. “You… ate a sentient being for flavor?”

“Well… they’re… special aliens. Their biology regenerates. It’s… harmless. I promise.” Izuku added quickly.

Makoto tilted her head. “…Fascinating… and horrifying. Moving on. Why did the Mina aliens even come to Earth?”

Izuku shifted uncomfortably. “Uh… they… abducted me first?”

Makoto wrote slowly, savoring every word. “So… first contact was… involuntary?”

“Yes…” Izuku said sheepishly. “But they’re… really party-loving, and friendly once you get to know them.”

Makoto scribbled furiously. “Friendly… but cannibalistic?”

“Well… yeah…” Izuku admitted. “They… eat each other, all the time apparently, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just… how they live.”

Makoto stared at him for a long moment. “…This is the strangest interview I’ve ever conducted. Fascinating….Next question: how did you teach Mina the human language?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. “…Uh… kind of… biologically? She… consumed… um… a… specific… male factor? Uh… my… body?”

Makoto paused mid-note. “…You… what?”

“I… gave her… a sample… so she could understand English?” Izuku whispered, eyes wide. “It… works instantly for them…”

“Mister Midoriya, I need you to be more clear.”

“I let her suck my dick, alright!? And it felt SO good. Her tongue just wrapped around my di”-“alright, let's move on. Why did you help Kazuho with her idol performance?”

Izuku’s hands fidgeted. “She wanted to be great, but… she didn’t have the preparation or experience. I just helped set up the stage and better equipment so she could actually perform.”

Makoto tapped her pen. “And the rickrolling incident?”

“I panicked okay! How was I supposed to know she wanted me to join?!” 

“Easy, tiger.” Makoto smirked faintly. “Next: the anti-kidnapping training. What did you teach your girlfriends?”

“I… tried to teach them how to untie themselves if captured.” Izuku admitted. “They did great…But in reality it didn’t exactly work. Pretty sure if I check my phone now, I will see a ransom.” On que, Izuku got a phone call, picked up, and heard a muffled voice. "It's Ochako.”

“You can tell by just her mumbles?”

“You underestimate how kidnap-able my girlfriends are. Pretty sure it's a game to them.”

“Speaking of kidnappings… you were involved with the Scervino heiress situation?”

“I saw Anna scared, bound and gagged. So I tried to save her…But ended up being captured myself.” Izuku winced. “Though in the end, she saved both of us.”

Makoto nodded slowly. “And what did you think of the royal family of Momoland?”

Izuku smiled faintly, thinking back. “Momo is a sheltered saint and her Mother a hot freak.”

“So queen Mimi’s sex slaves are a real thing.”

“She sits on them. And according to Momo, all of them get their heads shaved, are told to wear grey colored lenses to make them all the same, and live in suitcases until the queen wants to ‘play’ with them. None of them have names anymore. Just..stricken from the record.”

“What is on the record is that they all love it…If they are allowed to speak.” Makoto laughed awkwardly, totally not having dreamt a couple times about becoming the foreign queen’s toy. “Moving on, how did you end up in their good graces?”

“I helped Momo at the library,” Izuku said simply. “That’s all.”

Finally, Makoto’s gaze softened ever so slightly. “And your quirk?”

“Sweetheart. Makes girls notice me.”

With that Final answer, Makoto’s pen clicked shut, ‘confirming’ her theory. “Thank you, Mr. Midoriya. Your life is chaotic, but informative. I’ll be following up.”

Next up, interviewing the girlfriends.

Chapter Text

After Izuku called all his girls, as well as sending a rescue Squad out for Ochako, Makoto sat at the greenette’s dining table with her notebook, recorder, and a very authoritative pair of glasses. The girlfriends sat in the living room, waiting their turn like witnesses for a trial.

“Ochako Uraraka.” Makoto called the first name.

Ochako plopped down across from her, swinging her legs, cheerful and relaxed.

“Miss Uraraka, please state your relationship with Midoriya.”

“We’re dating!” Ochako said brightly. “Well… dating in a group. But he makes time for me.”

Makoto nodded. “What would you say is his most defining quality?”

“Suportive. Always.” Ochako didn’t even hesitate. “Yesterday I threw up after eating too much Mina. I was so embarrassed I almost cried. But Izuku came over, gave me this tiny smile, and said: Its Alright. I’m Here…also please stop harvesting Mina.”

Makoto froze. She loved that sentiment. And Ochako, oblivious to this, kept going. “He makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.”

Makoto adjusted her glasses aggressively.
“Thank you. Moving on to her majesty."

Momo sat elegantly, legs crossed, hands folded like royalty…which she of course was.

“Your highness,” Makoto began, “what stands out about Midoriya?”

Momo looked thoughtful, cheeks a little pink. “He doesn't just see me as a princess.” She played with a strand of hair. “He values my intelligence and interest, not just my looks or power.”

Makoto swallowed hard, before she cleared her throat. “No further questions. Next up..Kazuho.”

Kazuho strolled in, hands behind her back, smirking because she had known Makoto and smelled weakness.

“You look stressed,” Kazuho said sweetly.

Makoto glared. “Answer the questions.”

Kazuho leaned forward, chin in her hands. “Well… Izuku’s my boyfriend. He’s also a huge dork. But most of all? He’s the first boy who ever treated my idol dream seriously. Teachers told me to ‘get realistic.’ My classmates said idols were ‘attention seekers.’ But Izuku?” Kazuho’s voice softened. “He shows up to my performance with homemade glowsticks.”

Makoto’s breath hitched.

“He shouted ‘BRAVO KAZUHO!’ louder than anyone else. And he helped fix my mic when I accidentally broke it.”

Makoto’s notes became incoherent scribbles.

“And,” Kazuho added, smiling knowingly, “I can tell you’re falling for him.”

“…NEXT!”

Next was Anna, who sat down, elegant yet aloof.

“Miss Scervino, what do you value in Midoriya?”

“He risked his life for me.” Anna said calmly. “When I was kidnapped,he didn’t hesitate. He came for me. He got captured too, which was stupid, but.” her eyes softened “he did all that for me, even when he didn't know me yet.”

Makoto’s breath caught. Men didn’t risk themselves for her. Men didn’t even risk being slightly inconvenienced for her.

Makoto’s heart made an alarming emotional thud. “N-Next!”

Next up was Toru, who sat down (visible only because she put sunglasses and her trenchcoat on) where Anna just sat.

“Miss Hagakure… what does Midoriya bring to your life?” Makoto cleared her throat, causing Toru to giggle.

“He lets me be myself!”

“…Yourself being?”

“Naked.”

“Yes… that part was noted.”

“But,” Toru continued, wiggling happily, “he doesn’t shame me. Not once. He just goes ‘Toru, please don’t traumatize the public,’ and that’s sooo sweet of him.”

Makoto stared, impressed by Izuku’s acceptance. So she sent Toru away with a trembling hand. “Send… send Mina.”

Mina plopped into the chair and Makoto immediately readied herself for probably the weirdest member of Izuku’s ‘non-sex cult’.

“Miss the Alien, what is Midoriya’s best trait?”

“He makes me feel normal.” Mina said matter of factly. 

“When I first came to Earth, I didn’t understand humans. But Izuku helped me..by letting me suck his dick.”

“…Right.”

“And even if he probably found it weird, he still ate the organs of my sisters to indulge me at our party.”

“…Okay…..” Makoto looked down, shaken. “Thank you, Miss the alien. You may go.”

Mina left, and Melissa took her place. 

“Miss Shield,” Makoto said. “How did you meet Izuku Midoriya?”

“We met online.” Melissa began. “We were going to meet in person, but I got kidnapped, so he and the girls rescued me..well the girls left me tied up and gagged in the closet, but we had some fun at the All Might convention..until they tried to crucify Sir Nighteye.”

Once Melissa’s confident demeanor began to disappear, Makoto asked for the final girl to come in, Tamao.

“He’s… he’s just my friend.” The former villainess claimed. “Yes he’s polite..and brave..and has a nice smile…and adapts welll…and of course, he saved me from Queen bee….Oh fuck, I got a crush on him too!”

Once Tamao ran out of the kitchen, straight towards Izuku to confess, Makoto looked at the notes she had made, all the things the guy’s girlfriends said about him.

“Um, are you done with your interview, Miss Makoto?” Izuku asked with a slightly awkward smile.

The cutest, most interested smile Makoto had ever seen.

“…Please go out with me, Izuku!” A very brightly blushing Makoto begged, grabbing Izuku’s hands. “I want to learn more about you, and your quirk. So please, let me join.”

Who was Izuku to reject a beautiful, slightly older girl who was interested in him? So that night, he got to add two entries to his girlfriend notebook.

Entry 8

Name: Tamao Oguro 

Age: 15

Quirk: Scent 

Likes: honey

Dislikes: the meropidae family of birds

Country of birth: Japan

Archetype: Ex-Saturday morning villainess

Entry 9

Name: Makoto Tsukauchi 

Age: 18

Quirk: Polygraph 

Likes: gossip

Dislikes: lying

Country of birth: Japan

Archetype: Investigator from hell

Chapter Text

Izuku Midoriya had dealt with villains, cults, aliens, kidnappers, and girls possessed by bees. But NOTHING was more stressful than being responsible for Eri at the local playground.

Eri stood beside him holding his pant leg like a lifeline. Her big red eyes peeked at the slides and swings with fear. A tiny hand tugged his sleeve. “Big Brother Izuku… are the kids here scary?”

“Nope!” Izuku knelt to her level, smiling softly. “They’re just kids like you. And if anyone is mean, I’ll protect you. Promise.”

Eri nodded, still hesitant, before she spotted the monkey bars.

“That’s where I died,” she whispered.

“You didn’t die,” Izuku sighed gently. “You just fell off. Once. And we got ice cream after.”

“It felt like dying.”

Not really having something to say to that, Izuku took her hand. “Do you want to try again?”

Afterall, what's the worst that could happen?

Eri was crying and Izuku was panicking.

“Izuku… I fell…” Eri whimpered into his shirt, her tiny nose red and snotty, and her little hands shaking. And the culprit, a metal monkey bar, stood there with zero remorse.

“I know, I know, Eri. But you’re okay,” Izuku soothed, scooping her into his arms. “We’re going to the hospital just to make sure, alright?”

Eri sniffled, nodding as she clung tightly to his shirt while he hurried toward the bus stop. “I think I’m dying.” 

“You’re not dying,” Izuku whispered back. “Just bruised.”

“But bruising feels like dying… a little.”

Poor kid.

At the Hospital, Inko met them at the reception desk, worry plastered across her face.

“Oh my baby girl, what happened!?” she cried, hugging Eri gently.

“The monkey bars tried to murder me,” Eri said solemnly.

The nurse blinked. “…The what?”

“It was an accident,” Izuku corrected quickly.

“It was murder,” Eri whispered.

They were guided to a waiting room, where Izuku kept Eri on his lap, gently rubbing her back as she sniffled into his hoodie.

Everything was calm….which obviously it didn’t last.

Because suddenly a blue blur whipped through the hall, spiraling like a human firework before landing in a perfect pose. “Hello, I’m...Nejire Hado!” The now named girl chirped before seeing Eri. “Who’s this cutie!?”

Eri froze, her pupils dilated. “Big Brother Izuku…”

“Yes?”

“Is… is that a fairy?” Eri didn't wait for a response. “ARE YOU A FAIRY!?” she squeaked, pointing dramatically at Nejire.

“YES!” Nejire declared, landing in front of Eri. “I am a fairy of…spirals.” She explained awkwardly before winking. “What’s your name?”

“Eri…” the little girl whispered, awestruck beyond mortal comprehension.

“Well, Miss Eri… can you keep a fairy secret?” Nejire leaned down. Eri of course nodded violently. “I use my fairy magic to help sick kids feel better. Want a tiny bit of it?”

“I’ll be healed by FAIRY MAGIC?!” Eri gasped.

Izuku opened his mouth to say that’s not how quirks work, but Inko gently elbowed him. “Let her have this.” So Izuku shut up.

Nejire placed a glowing hand gently over Eri’s bruised arm. It was warm, and soothing.

“I feel… better.” Eri’s eyes sparkled.

“See?” Nejire grinned. “Fairy healing!”

Eri’s world had changed forever.

The diagnosis was a bruised arm. No fracture. No lasting injury. Just a scared little girl who needed ice cream and cuddles.

But while Eri and Inko had gone ahead to pick out ice cream flavors, Izuku and Nejire stood outside the shop for a moment.

“Um… Hado?” Izuku cleared his throat, hands fidgeting.

Nejire spun in the air like she had eaten too much sugar. “Yes, Izu-kuuuu?”

“I just wanted to say, I really appreciate what you did for Eri. I know you were acting and-”

Suddenly Nejire stopped mid-spin.

“Acting?” She echoed, leaning in close. “What do you mean?”

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.
“Well… I mean… your whole ‘fairy magic’ thing. I know you do it to cheer up sick kids, and that’s really sweet.”

Nejire blinked once, twice, and then giggled.

“Oh, Izuku,” Her voice shifted, getting softer, older, and yet brighter. “I wasn’t acting.”

A breeze stirred, despite the air being still. Her hair lifted, revealing a pair of golden wings. “Allow me to introduce myself properly,” she said, bowing in midair with impossible grace. “I am Nejire Hado… in this world. But my true name is Titania. Future Queen of the Fairies.”

“…Oh my god. I thought you were just pretending for Eri.” Izuku rubbed his face, mortified. 

“Oh, I WAS pretending,” Titania admitted. “I only told her I was a spiral fairy. I didn’t tell her I’m the ruler of all Fae realms, mistress of glamours, empress of the moonlit gardens, and the reason trolls don't exist anymore.”

“…what?”

“We killed those meanies.”

Honestly Izuku didn’t want more of a story. Not right now.

But then, Nejire/Titania floated closer, face inches from his.“I adored what you did.”

“W-What I did?” Izuku made a dying noise. 

“You protected a frightened child.” Her voice softened to genuine warmth. “You didn’t yell. You didn’t get impatient. You didn’t dismiss her fear. You held her. Comforted her. Made her feel safe. And THAT,” She booped his nose.“is irresistible. But relax, I won’t whisk you away to my kingdom.…Yet.”

“YET!?”

She swirled away, smiling warmly. “Come on, Izuku. Eri is waiting for her fairy-approved ice cream.”

After the alien, Izuku really shouldn't be surprised at what his quirk attracted.

Entry 10

Name: Nejire ‘Titania’ Hado

Age: 18

Quirk: none (though she’s magic) 

Likes: flowers

Dislikes: trolls

Country of birth: Symbolica

Archetype: magical monarch

Chapter Text

Eri had always been an impressionable child. But after meeting a real-life fairy queen, she was ruined. The next morning, she sat on the couch wearing a pair of plastic wings, a wand, and a bag of glitter given to her by Nejire.

“Big Brother,” she declared proudly, “I am now Eri the Fairy.”

“That’s adorable.” Izuku smiled gently.

“I will use FAIRY MAGIC,” Eri announced, “to make you feel better. Nejire says fairy magic helps people.”

She then threw the glitter in his face..causing Izuku to feel weird. A strange stiffness crawled across his skin, starting at his fingertips. His fingers creaked as he tried to flex them, but the joints no longer bending naturally, but hinging sharply.

His skin hardened, losing color… then losing texture…until it became smooth, polished wood.

The transformation surged up his arms, locking elbows into rigid wooden joints. His legs stiffened next, his knees clacking sharply as they froze into place.

Izuku gasped as his torso tightened, his ribs becoming carved slats, his stomach flattening into a solid wooden body.

His jaw moved strangely, clicking instead of sliding, his cheeks losing all softness as his face set into finely carved wood. His freckles remained as tiny painted dots.

He became a puppet.

“…I’m a bad fairy AND sister!” Eri burst into tears.

“O-of course you aren't. I-it was an accident.” Izuku stumbled forward, half-dangling, half-walking. “We just need Nejire to fix me”

Within ten minutes, all ten girlfriends had arrived.

Ochako was the first to speak up, while the rest looked in shock. “HOLY SHIT IZUKU IS THAT YOU!?”

Momo was horrified but tried to remain polite. “Eri… did you cast a spell?”

Eri sobbed. “I WANTED TO BE A FAIRY *sob* I DID FAIRY MAGIC  *sob* I CURSED IZUKU!”

“Oh my stars.” Nejire meanwhile inspected Izuku, lifting a glowing thread between two fingers. “Well… good news. I'm sure it is absolutely fixable.”

Izuku sagged in relief.

But Ochako saw opportunity.

“Okay, hear me out…” She slowly raised one hand, causing everyone to stare at her. “People will pay to see a breakdancing wooden boy.” Her eyes sparkled.

Izuku’s wooden jaw dropped open.

“Ochako NO”-“WE CAN CALL IT ‘THE AMAZING ANTIMATION ACT’!” Ochako declared.

Before Izuku could object, Ochako was already writing pricing tiers on a notepad.

“Ochako, I'm tired.”

“No you’re not! You’re a puppet with no muscles!”

And so, Izuku danced, somewhat against his will.

As for Ochako, she was wearing sunglasses while holding a donation jar. “SUPPORT LOCAL ART! Powered by Childlike Imagination and One Very Good Boyfriend.”

People applauded.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, A MAGICAL PUPPET BOY! HE SUFFERED FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT. TIP GENEROUSLY!” Mina hyped up the crowd.

Melissa filmed everything.

Anna pretended not to be amused.

Kazuho danced along.

Toru waved glowsticks.

Tamao asked if she could put this in her villain memoir.

Makoto was already trying to work this into her nectar essay.

And Momo was fighting everything in her to not make a terrible pun. That being, Izuku being a puppet ruler (he would be king soon).

Fortunately, Nejire clapped her hands together.

“I found a way to reverse the spell!” The fairy queen cheered, showing the other girls a book, which was open to show the spell.

As well as the cost.

“…Can not we make more money first?” Ochako whined, only to be met by nine unimpressed looks. “*sigh* Fine, for Izuku.”

“For Izuku.” The other Nine chanted before Nejire performed the spell, knocking out their puppet boyfriend.

When Izuku woke up again, he was human again..and surrounded by donkeys and Nejire’s spellbook.

The greenette flipped through it, reading aloud: “To reverse the curse upon one, ten companions must bear a transformation, and become donkeys for three days. Their minds remain intact, their spirits strong, until the target is restored to flesh and blood. The bond of trust and care between all parties strengthens the magic, ensuring success.”

He looked at his girlfriends, hearts full, and felt a rush of emotion. Their willingness to endure three days as donkeys, just to bring him back, touched him deeply. Each smile, each nod, each small gesture of courage struck him harder than any villain ever could.

Chapter Text

For a week already, Izuku and his ‘lady-friends’ had tickets for a cage fighting show. True, this wasn't something Izuku thought he would enjoy, but he lost the vote. So he would go…even if all his girlfriends were currently donkeys.

At least he made some money in the parking lot by having kids ride on the back of his girls, all to fuel Izuku’s crippling All Might merch addiction.

But back to the event, it was a match between a ginger girl named the Rapper, and a mysterious masked fighter from Osaka known only as Tiger Bunny, a dark skinned sixteen year old with a rabbit quirk wearing a tiger mask and a school uniform. Izuku had heard rumors that Tiger Bunny was more than just a wrestling fan. They called her untouchable, a powerhouse who thrived on competition.

The arena was electric. Rows of spectators cheered, banners flapping wildly, the smell of sweat and excitement thick in the air. Itsuka, dressed in her combat gear, warmed up on one side of the ring, fists clenched, knuckles still slightly raw from training. Across from her, Tiger Bunny stretched lazily, her tiger mask glinting under the lights. “Ready, Rapper?” The masked girl called with a teasing tone.

“I’m always ready,” Itsuka shot back, her enlarged fists flexing. “Bring it!”

As the bell rang, Itsuka charged with fists raised, but Tiger Bunny was too quick. With a blur of speed, she dodged, countered, and sent Itsuka stumbling. Every kick from Tiger Bunny seemed precise, surgical, designed to push Itsuka’s limits. She taunted her mercilessly, grinning under the mask.

“You call that strength? Come on, put some heart into it!” Tiger Bunny laughed, pivoting to dodge Itsuka’s swing.

Itsuka gritted her teeth and pressed forward, but Tiger Bunny effortlessly sidestepped, letting the force of her attack carry Itsuka past her. “You’re… strong,” Itsuka muttered through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down her brow. “I like that."

The audience roared with every dodge, block, and strike, but Izuku’s focus wasn’t on the crowd, but on the extreme violence, not like All Might’s righteous violence.

“No… this isn’t right,” he muttered, clenching his fists. He leapt over the barrier and landed in the center of the arena. “Tiger Bunny! Stop!” He screamed, with his donkey Squad braying in shock.

The masked fighter froze mid-motion, surprised, as the crowd murmured.

“I challenge you!” Izuku declared, voice unshaking and full of determination. “If I win, you stop this senseless violence!”

A hush fell over the arena. The sheer audacity of the scrawny boy challenging an unbeatable champion had everyone whispering.

Tiger Bunny meanwhile tilted her head, intrigued. “Hmm… bold. I like that. Alright, twerp. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The bell rang again, and the impromptu match officially began. Tiger Bunny wasted no time. She lunged at him with lightning speed, her strikes precise and powerful, each one designed to test his limits.

Izuku’s heart pounded, every muscle tensing as he dodged a spinning kick. “She’s fast.” He muttered, sweat sliding down his face. 

But then, she saw the passion and joy Tiger Bunny had for fighting. It was kind of beautiful.

She lunged instantly, lightning fast, every strike testing his reflexes. Izuku barely jumped back, dodging a high kick and countering with a quick jab. Her style was fluid but brutal, the perfect blend of speed, wrestling acumen, and calculated intimidation. She wasn’t just strong, she was a storm in human form.

Kind of sexy if you asked Izuku.

“You’re gonna fight back, Softie?!” Tiger Bunny jeered mid-spin.

“Hey, there is nothing wrong with being soft! Just ask my girlfriends!”

“…You have multiple ones?”

“…I got ten.”

“Woah…you must have great stamina.”

“I-It isn’t a sex thing.”

“Of course it isn’t. You look like the guys who would faint at just kissing!”

“…kissing is nice though.”

Once the wrestler started laughing out loud, Izuku knew he had to teach her a lesson..so he did. Once Tiger Bunny lunged at him, Izuku sidestepped, grabbed her wrist, and rolled her into a controlled takedown. Pinning her against the mat. Then, without thinking, he kissed her passionately.

Tiger Bunny froze. Her hardened wrestling mask, her fierce persona, cracked under the touch. Suddenly her muscles slackened, her breath hitched, and the fire in her eyes softened into wide, questioning vulnerability. “…W-Woah, that was…I-I’m Rumi by the way.” The bunny girl whimpered as her posture got more..submissive. Even her ears were down.

Jesus Christ, he just kissed a girl who’s name he didn’t even know before..Still not the weirdest girl to join his harem.

The audience gasped. Whispers ran through the crowd like wildfire. A hero had defeated the unbeatable Tiger Bunny, not through brute force, but through affection.

Meanwhile Rumi, now kneeling, removed her mask briefly, revealing flushed cheeks and a softer gaze. “…You’re… special.” She muttered. “And… I think I like it.”

Izuku offered his hand. “Are you okay?”

She nodded slowly, the faintest of smiles tugging at her lips. “Yeah… tomorrow, I’ll beat your ass..I-If you don’t mind.”

That night, Izuku got ready for bed, still catching his breath from the day’s excitement. Just as he tucked himself under the blankets, he heard a soft knock. “Izuku,” Rumi’s voice was still quiet and shy. “…Can I… have another kiss?” She asked while sitting in his window.

“…Tomorrow, okay?”

Immediately, her posture shifted and ‘wrestler mode’ returned. With a grin, she leapt at him. He braced himself as she pinned him to the bed.

Then the door creaked, and Inko entered the room. Immediately the mother froze in the doorway, taking in the scene, her son being held down onto the bed by a girl she didn’t know.

“…I see,” Inko said slowly, her expression being a mixture of shock and resignation. “I… I’ll just… come back later.”

“….So do I get my kiss?” Rumi asked after a short silence. And Izuku, just accepting he had reached his eleventh sweetheart, gave up and kissed her passionately.

A fact that made ten donkeys EXTREMELY jealous.

Entry 11

Name: Rumi Usagiyama 

Age: 16

Quirk: Rabbit 

Likes: fighting and kisses

Dislikes: how Izuku makes her soft (though she loves it too)

Country of birth: Japan 

Archetype: hot blooded tsundere

Chapter Text

Izuku had Rumi on a leash, one made of kisses, cuddling and affection. It ruined her image of a touch fighter.

So Rumi had a perfect idea: challenge him again. And this time, he won't defeat her.

Especially not with his warm kisses.

Rumi crouched in Izuku’s kitchen, fingers flexing, ready for a sneak attack. “Today, Midoriya, you!” She roared, creeping toward him.

Izuku, humming to himself while pouring cereal, didn’t notice a thing.

Rumi’s hand shot forward…and grazed a knife on the counter. Suddenly, her right arm was on the counter, leaving Rumi to stare at it before looking at the stump like it was a misbehaving pet.

“…Huh.” She blinked. “Okay. Minor setback. I still have three limbs.”

Determined to land a proper strike, Rumi stalked Izuku in the living room, crouched behind the couch like a predator in the shadows. Meanwhile, her boyfriend was just enjoying some music with a comic book. “Round two. This time, I will get him!” she whispered, flexing the remaining arm. With a swift push off the carpet, she lunged forward, spinning midair to deliver a dramatic kick.

Her trajectory, however, was spectacularly miscalculated. Her foot connected not with Izuku, but with the very sharp corner of the coffee table. 

Now her left leg was gone too, neatly severed by the unforgiving edge. For a moment, Rumi simply blinked at the stump, then shrugged. “Okay… still fine. One arm and one leg are enough.” She picked herself up, dusting off the floor crumbs as though nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Izuku had turned the page of his comic, oblivious, humming happily with the music he was listening on his headphones. Rumi gritted her teeth, muttering, “I’ll get you eventually, Softie.”

The next confrontation unfolded on the roof of a low-rise building overlooking the park Izuku liked to walk in. Rumi crouched low on all fours..Well all two, but she only needed two limbs. “Third time’s the charm,” she hissed. With an explosive leap, she rocketed toward Izuku, fist raised. 

But as she closed in on Izuku, he saw a snail on the ground, and bent down to help it. This caused Rumi to miss him and collide with a statue of a sworded man on a horse.

Her remaining arm, too, was gone.

Landing on her remaining leg, Rumi didn’t even pause. She rolled to safety, glaring at Izuku, who was completely unaware and happily waved the snail goodbye.

Rumi lay in wait under Izuku’s bed, her single remaining leg twitching with anticipation. Nothing would stop her from getting that one, perfect surprise attack on Izuku. Not missing limbs. Not pain. Not logic.

“This is it,” she whispered to herself. “My magnum opus.”

Izuku laid on his bed, snoring softly in his sleep. He looked so peaceful. So unaware. So utterly pounceable.

Rumi pushed from under the bed with her one leg, launching herself forward like a deranged cannonball….straight into an All Might cutout, specifically its hair tuffs.

The pointy cardboard cut her last limb clean off.

Rumi hit the wall with a soft thud, tried to get up three times, and came to the realization that she was completely, utterly limbless.

“…okay,” she mumbled, staring at the sky. “So. I am now a bean. A fighty bean. A… powerful… legless… armless… bunny bean.” She sighed as her body wiggled pathetically.

She tried to flip herself over.

She failed.

And then just called out to the sleeping Izuku. “IZUKU!!!!!!!”

The greenette shot awake, looking around until he saw her. “……Rumi?” Last time he checked, she wasn't a helpless cylinder of a young woman.

“…Hey,” she said weakly. “…Sup.”

Izuku instantly darted over, scooping her up like she weighed nothing.

“Oh my god, y-you’re..h-how, when? W-What happened to you?!”   

She puffed out her cheeks. “…Was busy fighting you.”

“Fighting me!? RUMI, YOU DON’T HAVE LIMBS!”

“I know,” she grumbled. “I had four a day ago. Productive day, wouldn't you say?”

Izuku hugged her limbless body to his chest.

“You must be in pain!”

“Midoriya,” she sighed softly, “I’m literally a cage fighter. Pain is my breakfast.”

“Rumi…” Izuku held her closer, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “From now on, you tell me before you… do anything like this.”

“…Can’t promise that.”

“Rumi!”

“But I can promise to try?” she offered sheepishly.

“*sigh* Close enough.”

Izuku then carried her to the living room bridal-style, though it was more like carrying a giant floppy potato sack, and set her gently on a blanket-covered pillow.

Then he got to work.

• He wrapped her carefully in a warm towel.
• He propped her up with cushions 
•  He fed her snacks by hand.
•  He brushed her hair and ears.
•  He even held her cup for her so she could drink through a straw.

The more he fussed over her, the pinker her cheeks got.

“…I could get used to this,” she muttered.

“I’ll take care of you until Melissa can help.” Izuku smiled shyly.

“She’s making me new limbs?” Rumi raised an eyebrow.

“Well, once she and the others are human again. But yes.”

“…You’re too good to me.” Rumi’s face softened.

“You’re one of my girlfriends, Rumi. Of course I’ll take care of you.” 

“…Be warned,” she whispered, “when I get my limbs back? I AM pouncing you for real.”

“You tried four times and are now a potato. I’ll be ready.”

“Whatever…where are the others actually?”

“I met a man named French-cheese Der who asked to borrow them. He said he needed female donkeys for something.”

“Izuku, French cheese is Brie. Brie Der, as in breeder.”

“….Oh Shit!”

And so, Izuku ran to save his ten girlfriends, all the while holding his limbless eleventh girlfriend under his arm.

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After getting his girlfriends back, Izuku spend the entire night awake. He had to watch them all so none of the girls would get into trouble. Maybe it was too extreme, but most of them were currently donkeys, and the one non-donkey had lost all her limbs within a day.

Fortunately after that night, all the girls were turned back into humans…but Izuku still was exhausted. So after giving Ochako, Momo, Anna, Kazuho, Mina, Melissa, Toru, Tamao, Makoto, Nejire and Rumi a kiss, as well as ask the first ten to watch the last girl, Izuku went to his local park to relax.

There, he met a girl with vines for hair, kneeling among rose bushes while carefully pruning them. Her vines moved gently, tying loose branches into perfect archways. Her presence is calm, almost angelic. Just seeing her, Izuku felt his shoulders relax for the first time in days.

“You look troubled.” The vine girl says softly, not turning around.

Izuku stammers, honestly not knowing how to explain these past couple days. “One of my girlfriends wanted to fight with me, but lost all her limbs. I was going to pamper her, but I accidentally gave my other ten girlfriends, who were turned into donkeys for a couple days so I wouldn’t be a marionette, to a breeder. Fortunately, I got there in time before they had human donkey hybrid children.”

“You need Jesus, Midoriya.” Ibara just pats the ground beside her. “Please sit. The garden listens better than most people do.”

And so he sat down. And slowly, she begins to guide him. She has him water plants, snip dead leaves, even weave little crowns out of clover. Izuku talks (nervously rambling about all his girls, their quirks, his worries), and Ibara simply listens with the serenity of a monk.

After an hour, Izuku slumped against a nearby tree, mud caked on his clothes. Everything was just… quiet.

“Love makes us do a lot, but doing too much will drain you. That is why you’re overwhelmed so often.”

“I guess that’s true.” Izuku scratched his cheek, embarrassed. “Still, I’m willing to do it for them.” He added as very briefly, he swore he saw Ibara’s eyes widen and her cheeks redden. But for the moment, he ignored it.

For the first time in days, his pulse wasn’t racing. But of course, peace never lasted. Within seconds, all eleven girlfriends spilled into the garden like a worried mob. 

But then, they saw him.

Izuku was totally relaxed, sitting quietly beside Ibara like a child at Sunday school.

“…Shiozaki. What are you doing to him?” Momo was the first to speak, folding her arms. 

“Nothing harmful. I am teaching him to breathe.” The vine-haired girl looked at them with serene patience. “You’re all..blessed.”

“We know!” Rumi yelled from Mina’s arms, only to get shushed. That was when Ochako got an idea.

“…Could you perhaps teach us how to be calming like you? For Izuku.”

That was all Ibara needed. She closed her eyes, placed her hands together in prayer, and her vines stirred. “If you wish not to overwhelm him, then you must learn humility and discipline.” She raised her hand as vines wrapped around each girlfriend one by one, hoisting them into neat rows like parishioners at church. “You must learn to live… as sisters of devotion.”

A gasp rippled through the group as, before their eyes, Ibara’s vines put them all in identical nun’s uniforms, completely covering their bodies in black and white. Within moments, Izuku’s girlfriends had all been ‘converted’ into nuns of the garden.

“….I hate this.” Toru grumbled, only to be shushed by everyone else.

“Silence, sister Hagakure” Ibara intoned softly, vines tightening just enough to hush the protests. “Your voices must no longer clamor for his attention. You shall practice stillness, prayer, and reflection. So that when you stand at his side, you do not suffocate him, but uplift him like the god he is.”

Soon Izuku sat surrounded by his eleven girlfriends… and none of them said a word. All cloaked as nuns, shuffled behind him in eerie silence. And for the first time ever, Izuku truly wondered if maybe, just maybe, quiet girlfriends was just the thing he needed for a second. The park truly had become a sanctuary.…until Izuku caught onto what Ibara just said. “What did you say?”

“…I have heard so much about you, Izuku Midoriya.” Ibara said calmly, not even looking toward Izuku. “Rumors spread fast about how you met all your romantic partners. And now that I know they are true, I must insist you take me too.” Finally turning around, Ibara bowed for Izuku. “I offer you my mind, body and spirit. If you desire so, you WILL have my virginity.”

And just like that, as all the other girls bowed for him too, Izuku went from almost joining a cult my accident, to having a cult that worships him.

Entry 12

Name: Ibara Shiozaki 

Age: 15

Quirk: Vine 

Likes: going to church

Dislikes: Satan 

Country of birth: Japan

Archetype: calm yet fanatical cult leader