#kaachan

Too Far

Six months ago:

Rejection letter after rejection letter had been slotted through the rusty mailslot built into your grimy apartment door over the past few weeks.

The peeling paint decorating your door isn't nearly as unsightly as the new letter lying on the scuffed up wooden floor boards. The pristine white envelope is sealed with a black wax seal that’s decorated with perfect golden letters. It looks incredibly out of place in your run down grimy apartment.

Staring down the letter from the hallway as if it’ll realise the danger it’s in, and slip itself back through the mailbox before resigning yourself to walking over to it.

The stupid perfect letter that probably cost too much for anyone to spend on one single letter. With its perfectly circular pitch black wax, and vibrant golden letters of the number one and two pro heroes initials.

‘Hell it wouldn’t surprise me if the letters were painted with real gold.’

Your glare intensified along with a desire to shred the letter up into a million tiny pieces. Your eyes drifted over to the crappy small wooden dining table in the kitchen. The countless rejection letters scattered across the tiny surface.

This annoyingly perfect letter was your last chance to become a hero. It’s safe to say that being from the heart of the most run down city in the country: with the highest crime rate that not even the heroes want to deal with. On top of having no formal hero training instead having gone to the local school in your crumbling city doesn’t exactly look great on paper.

Yeah, you weren't exactly stereotypical pro hero material. None of that stopped you from immediately taking the provisional hero licence exam after graduating, nor did it stop you from passing with flying colors.

Apparently none of the hero agencies cared about any of that though. Not Shotos, Cellophanes, Pinkys, Creatis, Ingeniums, Red Riots, or Uravitys had offered anything but a rejection letter.

Even worse, not even the agencies belonging to older heroes slowly falling down the ranks would accept you. Eraser Head, Present Mic, or Fat Gum had offered you an opportunity. The list of agencies that had already rejected you went beyond that too.

This truly was your last chance before every agency would forever see you as a stubborn girl with an attitude from the city destined to make nothing but villains and nobody's.

There was no way you could start your own agency; you could barely afford your seedy apartment, no way in hell would you be able to pull together enough money to get an agency off the ground. Not that you’d necessarily want to bother with doing that if you could either.

You didn’t have to guess why they were all rejecting you. Some of the letters all but spelled it out for you.

“We’re looking for sidekicks who are cooperative. Sidekicks who inspire, and bring hope to the world. Unfortunately someone with your personality and background doesn’t suit the image we’re going for.”

The written words bounce around your skull echoing through every crevice of your being, and feeding your desire to shred this new letter before bothering to open it. You had scratched out anything that revealed what agency had sent you the less than kind letter, but you hadn’t damaged the words inside.

For whatever reason you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of any of the rejection letters. Other than that particularly hurtful one, each one remained in its infuriatingly pristine condition sitting out on your dining table.

Breathing in deeply, and turning your attention back to the one letter that mattered anymore you began peeling the wax seal open. Pulling the letter out of the envelope and peering over the contents you freeze.

‘Congratufuckinglations you’ve been accepted into our agency as shitty Dekus sidekick. Be here bright and early on Monday the 10th. If you’re late I’ll blow you up myself!’

‘Such vile words for such an expensive piece of paper.’

Though you couldn’t say it bothered you all that much considering you were grasping at a singular straw at this point. Even if the top two heroes' agency wasn’t your first choice, having personally found it rather odd that they would still have a joint agency at this point in their careers. This was still good news.

Tightly gripping the letter that finally gave you a chance at success you walked down the short hallway leading to your bedroom setting the decidedly less offensive letter despite its unprofessionalism on your nightstand rather than the table of failure.

‘I have two days until Monday… I wonder why they put me with Mr Number One.’

The absurdity of going from too many rejection letters to count to the sidekick of the current most beloved hero in the country was not lost on you. However, you were not going to bother questioning it all that much. Instead opting to get some sleep now that you weren’t surrounded by nothing but rejection.

You wouldn’t let yourself be a fool that fell for false hope, but you would let yourself have the slight comfort of something other than outright rejection.

Meanwhile six months ago:

Katsuki’s voice boomed through the agency, startling the people scurrying around, and making them make way for the abrasive pro hero barrelling down the hallway towards his office. “OI DEKU! Come to my office, I need to talk to you!”

A weary Deku having just arrived back at the agency after a mission with his hero suit torn, and cuts still fresh was less than excited to deal with whatever his childhood friend turned co owner of their agency wanted.

Dragging his feet, but following after the blonde nevertheless. All while smiling at the people milling around the room to make up for the explosive hero's brashness as he went.

Stepping into the office, and closing the door behind him he looked expectantly at the hero who had to talk to him before even letting him patch himself up.

Ignoring the mild annoyance, and exhaustion he spoke first. “What’s up Kaachan?”

Scowling as usual, Katsuki was blunt with his response. “I hired a new sidekick for our agency.”

His annoyance grew at the miniscule piece of information that definitely could have waited until later. Or potentially never at all if he was being honest.

Of course he took care to know all the heroes working under his agency, but sidekicks come and go, so if they weren’t with a bigger hero for an extended period of time, or in trouble chances were he wouldn’t know them by name.

So why the hell was Kaachan telling him this personally as if it was an urgent matter?

“I sent the acceptance letter myself.” ‘Oh no. Yeah, that would be why.’

Sighing and already mentally preparing himself he asked the dreaded question. “Dammit Kaachan, what kind of PR nightmare did you start now?”

Deepening his scowl and raising his voice once again, Katsuki was quick to take offense. “Shitty Deku! I didn’t do a damn thing, it's fine!.”

Raising a brow at that less than convinced Izuku continued searching for an explanation. “So, what then?”

“You know the girl from the provisional hero license exam?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku didn’t even try to hide the sarcasm that dripped into his voice. “Yes Katsuki, I know exactly who you’re talki—”

Cutting off the less than pleased green haired hero, Katsuki continued on. “The one with the quirk that was almost like shields or forcefields of some kind.”

Oh, that girl, he did know who Kaachan was talking about. She had been a menace in the arena of the exam.

The first to pass by an entire forty eight minutes. While she had gotten enough points to pass in an insanely impressive time frame, she had refused to work with anyone else taking the exam, and was ruthless towards anyone standing in her way.

With a powerful quirk that even he hadn’t figured out yet. Not a shield necessarily, though it was extremely proficient when used as one. A forcefield? Yes, well no, but kind of. It was some kind of… well fuck if he knew what it was really. Maybe if he could get a closer look at it, and see the kind of material it was he could figure it out.

The power of it wasn’t called into question though. A quirk suited to both defense, and offense was extremely valuable as a hero. The girl in question could create powerful shields controlled at her will or forcefields or whatever you want to call it, but she could also create sharp shard like fragments that she could send flying through the air with just as much control as the forcefields.

While in the arena she was seen standing on one of the forcefields to fly through the air. Definitely an impressive quirk. …The whispers through the hero community were less than positive though.

He was no stranger to the less that compassionate side of the hero world, and the cards didn’t look too favorable for her. If she had the resources to go to a proper school with a hero training class, maybe she would have been more cooperative, and less ruthless, but with where she was now becoming a hero wasn’t too likely.

‘It’s a shame, the world is broken. That’s why I need to save as many people as I can so that I can—’

“YOU DAMN NERD! YOU’RE MUTTERING AGAIN! Fuck, when I became a co owner with you I thought that eventually you would grow out of that habit!” Katsuki spat out in exasperation.

“Well I—” Seeing an opportunity, and interrupting the freckled pro hero once again. “I’m glad you like her, because I hired her as your sidekick.”

“You what!?” His eyes widened and his voice raised a few levels unintentionally in surprise.

“I’m not even looking to have a sidekick right now, and I didn’t sign off on this! You can’t just make that decision for me. …And well, she’s not exactly a good candidate for a sidekick; her biggest problem is that she’s uncooperative.”

Katsuki was uncharacteristically calm in his response. “So, teach her. You are the no. 1 hero after all.”

Before Izuku could counter anything Katsuki continued his justification. ”Yeah she’s uncooperative, and stubbornly set on doing her own thing, but her quirk could be gold for our agency.” Midorya, annoyed, but unable to claim the explosive hero was incorrect, finally got a word in. “Why make her my sidekick and not yours then? So that my hero ranking goes down, and you can take the no. 1 spot?”

Scowling, and letting a small crackling explosion ignite in his palm, Katsuki raised his voice again. “No you fucking idiot!” Katsuki rolled his eyes, clenching his fists, and forcing his voice to go down to a normal level of volume. “And I did think about making her my sidekick. I just thought that if both of us were stubborn it wouldn’t end well, and that you’d be better at dealing with her.”

Still annoyed, but resigned to Kaachan’s admittedly sound logic, Izuku, albeit not terribly excited about the idea, was accepting of it.

Sensing Izuku’s resignation to what had already been done anyways Katsuki decided to finish the conversation, and let his friend go get cleaned up from his mission. “She starts Monday morning. You should go home, get patched up, then get some rest.”

Thrilled to finally go home and wash the grime from the gruelling day off, Izuku was quick to agree. “Yeah, see ya later Kaachan, don’t work too late, make sure to get some rest tonight too.”

“Yeah, yeah nerd, go home!”

Walking out of Katsuki’s office Izuku and heading outside before jumping off the ground flying through the air towards his apartment.

‘Well, at least I’ll get to figure out her quirk now I guess.’

Monday morning six months ago:

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP You were quick to slam your fist down on the obnoxiously loud alarm clock less than thrilled to be part of the waking world once again. Your eyes, and limbs are still heavy with sleep. You roll out of bed with the blanket still wrapped tightly around yourself in an attempt to shield yourself from the autumn chill creeping into your poorly insulated apartment.

Having decided not to bother trying to scrounge up enough money to pay the thermostat bill, and instead opting to just deal with whatever the forecast threw at you head on.

It was an increasingly grating way to live now that the mornings were freezing only for the afternoons to be too warm for layers.

‘Maybe I should bite the bullet, and save up for the heating bill.’

‘If this whole sidekick thing goes well maybe I’ll even have enough without putting too much of a dent in my pockets.’

The idea was admittedly an appealing one. Glancing over at the now silent alarm clock that read 2:15AM the idea was soured by what it would take to actually fulfill the job.

Padding into the bathroom with the blanket still wrapped tightly around your shivering figure to brush your teeth before getting dressed. Now dressed and ready as you could be for whatever the day would bring you started heading to the kitchen to grab a cheap granola bar from your barren cupboards.

Rushing out of your apartment door, granola bar in hand, and locking it behind you. While you wouldn’t admit it you had walked out the door with a sense of determination, and maybe even a little pride.

For the first time since the rejection letters had started appearing through your tiny rusted tetanus hazard of a mailslot you didn’t feel completely dejected.

Now out in the freezing morning air you summoned your quirk creating a thin, gleaming, transparent light purple platform underneath your feet. Surfing through the air in back alleys to avoid anybody loitering the streets.

The cold wind biting at your face, stinging your ears, and nose, while making your eyes water, you didn’t slow down though, instead picking up more speed and relishing in your freedom as the cold air stung your lungs.

You loved your quirk; you loved being free even more. There wasn’t anything else like flying through the air at top speeds with nothing but you and your control over your quirk. It was a part of you that you didn’t think you could live without.

It came as naturally as breathing did. You didn’t know exactly what it was, but you didn’t need to; you knew what you could do with it, and that was all that mattered. It was just you.

Landing in an alley near by the top two heroes' agency, you walked over to the entrance. Pulling on the cold door handle only to find it was locked.

Pulling out your phone to check the time. ‘...3:00AM It took me 15 minutes to get up and out the door, and only thirty to get to the agency from my apartment.’

You groaned at the realization you would have to wait out in the cold until someone came to unlock the door. It wasn’t like you could go somewhere else to wait. Ground Zero hadn’t told you what was considered “bright and early” being vaguely aware of heroes' busy schedules you had banked on sometime between four and five in the morning.

You had also assumed it would take around an hour and a half to get ready and get to the agency. The agency rested in a nice city. One that was expensive to live in, and far away from a city like yours. If you had taken the subway rather than used your quirk it would have taken you over two and a half hours to get here.

You’d never been to this city before, and had clearly drastically overestimated how long it would take you to get here with your quirk even with taking the back alleys it only took you forty five minutes.

Honestly if you weren’t in a city you were unfamiliar with you’d risk pissing Ground Zero off and go wait inside somewhere despite his threat to blow you up. Fortunately for the pro hero though, you had no real idea of where you were or of any businesses that would be open at this god forsaken time.

Nor did you have the desire to be around people, so the cold hard concrete outside the pros’ hero agency would be where you stayed for now.

Sitting down on the concrete with one leg up to rest your arm on you leaned against the huge building behind you.

Staring out at the empty street with dozens of unopened businesses, and tall office buildings that would be filled with the average nine to five workers in just a few hours.

You took note of how clean everything looked. How none of the buildings looked even close to crumbling. It looked nice. Too nice. Definitely not somewhere that someone like you belonged, and yet here you were. Sitting outside of Pro hero Deku, and Ground Zeros’ agency about to be a part of it yourself.

After an hour of sitting in the freezing morning air you finally saw… Deku and Ground Zero walking up to the agency?

‘Huh, I thought they’d make some poor “lowly” intern open up the building for them.’

Checking your phone once again for the time it read 4:05AM. ‘Bright and early my ass, it’s still dark out!’

It didn’t surprise you though, only brought a deep rooted annoyance. You had expected it to be this early otherwise you wouldn’t have woken up at 2:00AM to get here. Which apparently you didn’t have to actually do, but there’s nothing you could do about it now.

What did surprise you though was the two pro heroes walking in your direction. The two of them weren’t clad in their hero costumes like you had expected them to be, but instead were approaching the agency in simple leisure clothes.

Deku wore a plain black fitted t-shirt with loose grey sweatpants, and a pair of bright red shoes to top off the look. Ground Zero looked rather similar rolling up in a tight black muscle tank, with loose black sweatpants to accompany it. Finishing off the basic outfit with simple black tennis shoes adorning his feet. Both of them carried a black duffle bag over their shoulders.

The surprise was lessened by the way you could clearly see even from a distance that though the garments were simple they were clearly made from an expensive level of quality.

Even still you hadn’t expected this to be what the top two pro heroes in the entire country would roll up to their esteemed job in.

Quickly shaking off your surprise you stayed seated as you watched them approach the building. Eagerly awaiting being able to head inside and warm up equally as much as you were dreading having to deal with the head heroes of the agency.

It didn’t matter though, you would get through this no matter what the two pros, or anyone else for that matter threw at you. Despite what anyone's opinion of you was, you were here. Whether or not you belonged here you still had this opportunity.

As the two heroes drew closer you started to be able to pick up on their conversation. “We’ve got a lot of paper work to catch up on after patrol today.”

“Fucking hell Deku!”

“We can’t put it off anymore! The secretaries told me that the police started sending emails asking for the unfinished reports.”

“Alright! Fine! Just shut up, we’ll do the shitty fucking reports after patrol today!”

“Alright, go—” Now that they were only a few feet from the door and pro hero Deku was actively fishing for his keys, you stood up from your spot on the floor.

“FUCKING DIE!”

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM

Instinctually you summoned your quirk in defense of the sudden, and quite frankly highly unnecessary assault.

Once the smoke dissipated a little bit you could see Ground Zero gearing up to fire another explosion, and Deku charging up one for all ready to fight.

Half a second later the two pros saw the purple dome through the smoke, and a silhouette inside of it. Recognizing the purple dome as your quirk, immediately they deactivated their quirks, and their faces switched from ready to fight, to horror and concern that they had blown up their new sidekick.

As the smoke cleared more they were able to make out your highly annoyed expression, and more importantly that they had not blown you to smithereens.

Izuku noted that while you were clearly pissed off with your arms tucked tightly across your chest, as you stared back at them with an unamused frown gracing your lips. You and your quirk were in perfect condition.

The shiny purple dome remained completely intact with you safely inside. Not so much as a scratch was left on the dome surrounding you despite just seconds ago having fended off a powerful blow from the explosive hero.

It was especially impressive when comparing it to the damage done to the agency behind you. Scorch marks decorated the concrete with some particular spots sporting cracks with debris littering the ground. Though looking through your semi transparent dome nothing directly behind the dome faced any damages at all.

Izuku couldn’t help but get pulled into his own thoughts now that he saw you were alright. ‘Her quirk is even stronger than I thought it was. There could be so many uses for it too. Depending on the limits it could prevent thousands, maybe millions in damages for the agency. Maybe—'

“FUCKING HELL DO YOU WANT TO DIE!?”

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU POP OUT LIKE THAT!”

Izuku’s attention was pulled back to his abrasive friend, and the girl inside the dome rather than the dome itself who was now noticeably more annoyed, and glaring at Ground Zero.

Ignoring his first question, and answering his rhetorical question with one of your own as you dropped your quirk freeing yourself from the dome. “I thought you said you’d only blow me up if I was late.”

“I NEVER SAID ONLY! I SAID I WOULD BLOW YOU UP IF YOU WERE LATE!"

“I wasn’t late. I was here before you. So why did you blow me up anyway huh?”

“YOU FUCKIN—”

Pro hero deku ever the hero swooped in to stop whatever was going to come out of the vicious blondes mouth next. “Kaachan stop. We don’t have time for this, now we’re going to have to fill out another report about the damages for the agency, and hire someone to repair the building.”

Ground Zero let out a groan glaring at Deku, but stopping his verbal assault regardless.

Deku turned back to you. “You are alright, aren't you? Your quirk was able to protect you before you got injured?”

It might not be absurd, but his heroic instincts prickled a sense of annoyance in you. “I’m fine.” you huffed out in what you would personally consider only a little rude of a tone.

Awkwardly Deku stared at you after your outward display of your annoyance. His eyes raked over you from head to toe then back up before finally settling on looking you in the eyes.

You could only assume it was to make sure that you truly hadn’t been harmed by the explosions. It peeved you even more that he didn’t take your words as the truth, and double checked for himself.

After hearing your confirmation that his friend had not actually harmed you he was able to finally get a good look at you up close without any smoke, or confrontation to block, or distract him from doing so.

Partially to ensure no injuries were sustained. He would have liked to say it was exclusively because he was checking for signs of injury, but he couldn’t help his eyes wondering over your form in interest.

After allowing himself to give you a once over with the sound reasoning of checking for injuries he forced his eyes to stay trained on your own.

‘Fuck’

Forcing any unprofessional thoughts out of his mind, and pretending that they didn’t exist he was pulled to more productive thoughts. ‘Maybe having her as a sidekick is going to be a good thing. Her quirk is extremely valuable. with a little direction I'm sure her shortcomings with cooperation won’t be an issue anymore.’

Two hours later on Monday six months ago:

Shrill screams of panicked civilians filled the air as the villain wrecked havoc on the city. Civilians in disarray trying to run away from the danger only to be stopped by a giant ring of acid burning into the concrete.

Deku was quick to keep any of the surrounding civilians away from the dangerous substance, warning them kindly of the danger.

In the center of it all about twenty yards away was the villain, standing in a smaller ring of acid with one woman behind him huddled on her knees, and one woman standing a few feet in front of him.

Deku’s voice rang through the chaos strong and steady. “The villain seems to have a quirk reminiscent of Pinky’s.”

“We should minimize damage and injuries by—” “HEY WAIT!”

Ignoring the beginning of his spiel you leapt into action summoning your quirk underneath your feet and souring towards the action. Arriving ten feet in front of the villain just in time to conjure a barrier to shield the woman in front of him from the spew of acid barrelling towards her.

The villain outraged at his ruined attempt to disintegrate the woman turned his attention towards you. Before the villain could even speak, nonetheless attack a flash of green shot by you pummeling into the villain. Within seconds after striking the villain, Deku was on top of him quickly fastening quirk disabling handcuffs around his wrists forcing his arms behind his back.

The police and a few other pro heroes arrived on the scene, Ground Zero being one of them.

Deku handed off the villain to the police immediately after turning towards you with a hardened expression. “You shouldn’t have rushed in like that. I was trying to tell you the plan, someone could have gotten hurt because you weren't prepared.”

‘I wasn’t prepared!?’

“I saved that woman's life. If I had sat around all day listening to you talk like you wanted me to, she would be nothing but a pile of acid.”

Deku’s eyes narrowed. “He might not have attacked her at all had you not rushed in like that.”

“Yes he would have. He wasn’t even paying any attention to me until after I ruined his plans to turn that woman into mush. He—”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“Yes I do. He was clearly targeting her specifically.”

Deku sighed, and his face softened. “He might have been targeting her, but we don’t know that for certain. We have to be careful to act based on what we know, not what we think we know.”

“I just told you that I know he was targeting her.”

“You're still new, you still have a lot to learn. I—” “Am a self righteous guy who likes the sound of his own voice?”

Deku gaped, caught off guard by your interruption before narrowing his eyes at you once again breathing in through his nose and turning away from you only to now be facing Ground Zero who had just finished talking with the cops.

Ground Zero glanced away from Deku towards you for a split second before looking back towards Deku. He must have at least caught the tail end of your discussion.

You didn’t pay any mind to whatever the two pros were saying instead looking around at the pro’s working to clean the place up, and get injured civilians the medical care necessary.

“OI! Come on, you need to get back to patrol with Deku.” Ground zero’s voice pulled you from the scene.

“What about the mess?”

Ground Zero shrugged. Deku spoke up, his face impassive as if you two hadn’t been arguing a few minutes prior. “The other pro’s have got it covered, we’re better used by continuing our patrol.”

Put off by his display of normalcy after the argument, but satisfied with his explanation you walked towards him ready to continue patrolling the city.

‘Happy go lucky freak.’

The rest of patrol was not nearly as eventful as a few petty thiefs, and unremarkable fights. More notably was the green haired hero's inability to not give you unwanted advice. An endless stream of ‘And this is how you handle a thief in this scenario. Or never do this when a fight breaks out in this scenario.’

It was never that simple when Deku said it though instead droning on and on over every little detail about what he thought you had done wrong. As if you hadn’t solved every issue that arose without any problems. It was driving you up the wall.

Even worse, the green haired bastard never actually did anything about the things he claimed you did wrong. He only verbally corrected you for ten years though you knew he didn’t want you around. It was something that was abundantly clear to you. You’d have to have been blind to not have seen that it wasn’t his choice to make you his sidekick.

The fake kind teacher role he was trying to take on was grating on your nerves more than anything. If you didn’t need this job you would have done something outrageous enough to finally truly piss him off enough to drop the act and fire you.

Something that made him lose his composure and tell you the truth of the matter. That he didn’t think someone like you could ever be anything nonetheless a hero.

For now you’d have to settle for small comments, and disagreements.

Once patrol was over and the two of you had made it back to Ground Zero’s office at the agency, Deku gave you a small fraction of the piles of reports that needed to be filled out with a gentle smile on his face. “Once you get these done you can head home for the night.”

The urge to wipe the fake smile off his face was hard to ignore. “What can't bring yourself to do the lowly task of paperwork?”

The smile disappeared as he let out a breath through his nose, but he didn’t give much else of a reaction. “Me and Ground Zero are going to handle the rest of the reports. You’re welcome to complete yours in one of our offices, or go find somewhere else to work.”

You rolled your eyes at the man gathering the small stack of papers and heading for the door. “Sure.”

Deku’s POV:

The annoyance bubbled in his chest as he watched you walk out the door. Today had been damn near impossible to get through without snapping. You seemed to have infinite ways of dismissing anything and everything he told you to do no matter what it was.

‘Maybe having her as a sidekick is going to be a good thing… with a little direction I'm sure her shortcomings with cooperation won’t be an issue anymore my ass’

Feeling his own eyes roll inside his skull he turned towards Kaachan with an accusatory look in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me! You knew it wasn’t going to be sunshine and rainbows!”

“Yeah, which is why I didn’t offer her a job at our agency!”

Kaachan suddenly got serious, the viciousness leaving his tone completely. “Just give her a chance.” “I am. Even though she’s pissing me off I would be a fool to ignore her potential.”

With that the two pro’s settled into doing their massive pile of paperwork, and Izuku couldn’t help, but be grateful that she had opted to do her paperwork somewhere other than the office he and Kaachan occupied.The paperwork alone was giving him a bad enough headache as is.

…

The next six months went by without much improvement. Everyday was filled with dismissive acrobatics, and an infuriatingly persistent cool attitude on each side respectively.

Daily incidents of you not listening to Deku especially while up against villains. As well as more petty incidents. like when you hid a passive aggressive note on a sticky note between the stapled pages of a report for Deku to find.

Except he didn’t find it at least not before sending it off to the police. You really thought that might have been the thing that made him snap.

It wasn’t what you were aiming for since you wanted to keep your job, but you would be lying if you didn’t find it at least a little satisfying when an officer turned up at the agency under the reason of “I believe something was left in a report that was meant for you Mr Deku.”

Though he didn’t fire or yell at you it was the first time he punished you for any of the things that you had done. He put you on desk work for an entire week before Ground Zeron told him he had to start taking you out on patrol again eventually.

The punishment of mind numbing endless paperwork was terrible, but it didn’t stop you from continuing to do your best to disobey the green haired hero. You had gotten pretty good at toeing the line as far as possible. Not that it was particularly difficult, the green haired bastard had the patience of a saint.

Present time:

You supposed he’d have to have the patience of a saint to have been able to put up with you for so long. You knew you weren’t the easiest person to deal with, and after spending six months working under Deku’s agency you felt your resentment for the green haired hero slowly die down a bit despite knowing he still didn’t believe someone like you was capable of being a hero.

You even started feeling a bit bad for some of your antics. Not that that made you stop doing any of them.

‘But hey, it’s the sentiment that counts.’

Pulling yourself from your thoughts you entered into the dark agency building. You didn’t see anyone in the lobby which was no surprise seeing as it was 4:00AM. The only people here are probably Ground Zero and Deku, and they’re probably holed up in one of their offices together.

You decided to try Ground Zero’s office first walking through the dark quiet building alone wishing you were still in bed asleep.

Once you reached the pros door you knocked once less for permission, and more as a warning before walking in without a response.

To your surprise only Ground Zero was inside with Deku nowhere to be found in the room. Usually they would be in one of their offices together this early in the morning. You hadn’t found them in separate offices this early ever.

Ground Zero must have picked up on your surprise because he abandoned hunching over his paper work to lean back in his chair and talk to you. “Deku’s in his office trying to… figure something out.”

Ignoring his cryptic attitude you turned heel to go to Deku’s office.

“Wait.”

Rolling your eyes and turning back around you took the bait. “What?”

“We have reason to believe that a villain we used to have… tch… trouble with is back on the villain scene.”

“Okay? And?” You deadpanned not seeing how this was your problem right now. You’d just deal with it if you ran into the villain while on patrol.

“We were unable to get them into custody the last time, and we have reason to believe that they would target those in our agency as well as civilians around the city.”

Still not understanding the big deal you couldn’t help but let the annoyance seep into your tone. “Okay.”

Ground Zero stood up from his chair. “TCH LISTEN HERE BRAT! This villain is dangerous and we haven’t been able to track him down! The last time we were dealing with him he escaped and went into hiding. He’s dangerous, and we can’t afford to have him on the loose!”

Rolling your eyes at his aggression, and choice of words. “We can’t have any villains on the loose. What’s new?”

“TCH YOU LITTLE!”

Ground Zero looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Breathing in deeply and clenching his teeth he managed to semi calmly speak. “Look just… take this villain seriously, and don’t fuck with shitty Deku today.”

Rolling your eyes and walking out the door you gave him a noncommittal response. “Uh huh.”

“FUCKING BRAT YOU—”

You shut the door behind you pattering down the halls to Deku’s office. Not heading Ground Zero’s warning whatsoever you walked straight in without knocking.

Deku didn’t even notice your presence, too busy muttering to himself and writing things down. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone with black slacks, and dress shoes. A tie laid discarded on his desk on top of a mess of papers. His hair was a little unkempt, and he had small dark circles starting to form under his green eyes.

He seemed different than usual not just from his appearance but, less composed like he had been wearing a mask and it slipped down a sliver.

‘I should say something.’

But you didn’t instead you continued to take in the scene in front of you. Deku looked good like this. He was conventionally attractive, yeah, with a killer smile, and his sickeningly sweet words to the people he was saving, and his fans. A sharp jawline, big green piercing eyes, broad shoulders, and at least six feet and four inches of pure muscle.

But right now, right now you couldn’t fully delude yourself into thinking he was just conventionally attractive. Right now he was attractive to you period.

‘No, no, na na na no! Absolutely not.’

‘I don’t find him attractive. This is just an oddly intimate way to see your boss. It’s the taboo aspect that’s making me think like this.’

“What do you want me to do today? Nothing but listen to you mutter?”

Deku peered up at you, not bothering to hunch himself from the papers on his desk. Not like how someone that didn’t know you were there would react at all. Deku sighed out as he continued writing while speaking. “We have to get some of these reports from yesterday done before patrol or we’ll never finish everything tonight. Just grab some of the reports and get started.”

“So because you slacked off last night I have to do extra paperwork?”

Deku didn’t miss a beat nor did he bother looking up this time. “Or you can continue slacking off like I don’t see you.”

Your eyes widened a bit and your mouth parted in surprise. You didn’t think he had seen you there, and you definitely didn’t think he would call you out like that for anything.

You rolled your eyes picking up some papers from the stack on his desk in sitting in the chair at his desk opposite of him. “Or you could have done your job and assigned me work when I came in instead of ignoring me.”

Deku stood up so quickly you felt a gust of air. “I’m going to go take the reports I’ve finished to Ground Zero’s office, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He gritted out.

You didn’t acknowledge him simply picking up a pen and starting on your claimed pile of reports.

Deku’s POV:

Walking into Kaachan's office beyond peeved already he didn’t know how he was going to make it through the day.

Kaachan looked up at him twirling a pen between his fingers. “Not going well?”

Letting his head fall back against the office door he let out a humorless laugh. “I swear to god she knows every button to press.” “PFTT she’s very good at getting under peoples skin, it’s occasionally useful against villains, and at the least funny.”

“Fuck the villians, she’s driving me up the damn wall! I’ve never met someone that does this to me before. She gets me more riled up then you did when we were in highschool!” Deku groaned.

Kaachan's tone switched from its teasing nature to concern. “Speaking of villains.” Standing up straight, and switching his own tone Deku was quick to shut the conversation down. “I know, I know, let's not talk about this more right now.”

“TCH You say that as if you haven’t been ruminating on it since last night! That’s why we still have all this paperwork to do!”

Deku just groaned in response.

“And no, you don’t know.” Kaachan stated plainly as a fact.

Confused, Deku tried to think of what Kaachan could mean before coming to a blank. “What don’t I know?”

Kaachan remained plain and matter of fact with his response. “What I’m about to say regarding the villain.”

Deku, still annoyed from both last night, as well as your antics, and now Kaachan, responded in kind with his annoyance. “Alright, enlighten me. What could you possibly have thought about concerning the villain that we didn’t already cover last night? Cuz I’ve got nothing.”

Kaachan didn’t sugar coat his response in the slightest. “(Y/N). You want to fuck her.” “What the fuck Kaachan!?”

“You're not denying it.” “No I do not want to fuck her!”

“Too late to deny it now.” “Kaachan I do not want to fu—” “You’re attracted to her, and she makes you all sexually frustrated.” Kaachan shrugged.

Deku covered his face in shame, head thunking back against the door loudly. “Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just saying if you run into the villain with her don’t let him see you check her out or anything.” Kaachan said way too casually for his liking.

“I don’t check her out on patrol you asshole!”

“BWAHAHAHAHA YES THE FUCK YOU DO! You stare at her tits and ass and shit! Then when she pisses you off you turn your back to her and look like you want to push her into an alley and put her in her place or some fucked up shit!”

More pissed off than before he came to Kaachan's office, he was ready to get out of here and finish the grating reports. “Whatever, point made. I won’t let him see anything.” Rolling his eyes he set the finished reports down on Kaachan's desk walking out the door without bothering to close it.

“PFTT you're not even going to deny it!? Not even that you won’t do it just that he won’t see it!? BWAHAHA”

‘Fuck me, this is going to be a long day.’

Readers POV:

Deku walked back wordlessly, and more tense than when he had left. You could have tried pissing him off more, but you opted to continue knocking out the report you were working on. The seemingly endless pile of them was stressing you out and reminding you of the dreadful week you spent doing nothing but deskwork.

Of course you had no one to blame but yourself for that week, but hey Deku didn’t have to choose deskwork for your punishment of all things! Really it was his fault for being him.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Green haired bastard’

Deku stared at you unamused, clearly having caught you rolling your eyes. “Got something to say (Y/N)?”

He gave you the perfect set up, and you didn’t hesitate. The words flew out of your mouth like little daggers. “No, you can continue slacking off like I don’t see you.” His own words from earlier were definitely not what he had been expecting, and clearly pissed him off. You felt giddy at how riled up you were getting him today.

His brow was furrowed and his jaw clenched, he looked to be fighting back a million words. LIke he wanted nothing more than to let his rage out and verbally insult you.

Instead he snatched a stack of papers off of his own desk and stormed out of his office. Presumably to fill them out somewhere else.

Amused, you put on headphones, and continued filling out the reports he didn’t take with him.

A few hours later Deku walked in still visibly tense, but not angry like he was before. He was in his hero costume now rather than his white dress shirt. His voice was just as composed as he usually was when he spoke. “Come on, it’s time to go out on patrol, we can finish the rest of the reports later.”

You took your headphones all the way off, turned off your music, and stood up to trail after him. “Alright, let me go change.”

Once on patrol you felt better the endless reports had taken a toll on you. It felt good to stretch your limbs and get some fresh air.

Looking over to Deku to see if the fresh air had aired out any of his sour mood you were pleasantly surprised to see that it hadn’t.

And well who were you to turn down a golden opportunity? “So Deku, any reason you were dressed up this morning?”

His tone was even, but a quark of his brow and a small scrunch of his nose told you that you were on the right track to his nerves.“No.”

You feigned surprise. “No?”

“No.” He confirmed once again clearly that this conversation was still going on.

Naturally you decided to push it further. “Hmm of course you wouldn’t have a reason to be dressed up this morning.”

“But they looked like clothes from last night so what was the reason you were dressed up last night?”

He stopped in his tracks glaring at you. Turning around to face him now that he was slightly behind you laughing out at his reaction. “What? Are you embarrassed to have been out last night? What was it a date?”

His voice was low in warning. “Stop.”

You paid no mind to the warning flags flying through the air though. “What not a date? What was it then were you out screwing around with a fan or something? Did Mr Pristine do something that could be seen as unheroic?

He took a step closer to you, his voice filled with contempt. “Shut the fuck up. Your one to fucking talk, everything you do is unheroic!”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “W-what?” He didn’t seem even slightly remorseful for the genuine shock he put you in from his cruel words. He seemed to relish in finally having said something to hurt you. Like he had been holding these words in for months.

Though clearly it wasn’t enough for him because he continued on voice even harsher than before. “You're a reckless little brat that doesn’t listen to anything anybody tells you! And you only became a hero for the money you might as well have become a villain like everyone else like you to make your money!”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes anymore. You couldn’t even look at him at all, instead looking at the ground doing your damnedest to hold in the tears that wanted to fall.

You wouldn’t let yourself cry though.You wanted him to tell you what he really thought of you instead of hiding it. You knew this was how he really felt anyway.

‘So why does it hurt?’

Deku’s POV:

All of her taunting left her, and she seemed to deflate on the spot. No longer even looking at me, seeming to find the concrete more interesting than it was.

Tears started to gather in her lashline as she bit her lip, her breathing becoming irregular as she tried not to cry.

‘Fuck.’

‘I took that way too far.’

“God damnit… hey look.”

He did his best to soften his voice as much as possible. “I’m sorry alright? Go on back to the agency and you can fill out a few reports then go home early.”

She remained wordless, refusing to look at him before clenching her fists and opening her mouth only to immediately close it and walk past him with her head down.

Sighing he pushed his guilt to the back of his mind needing to focus on patrol especially with that villain on the loose.

‘I’ll make sure to fix the damage later, but I can’t do anything right now. She probably needs space right now anyways.’

Continuing on his patrol things seemed eerily fine. Not so much as a petty thief in sight it set him even more on edge than he already was.

Something wasn’t right. The feeling stayed with him for hours without anything actually happening when.

It was 8:00PM now and nothing had happened all day, but then he saw a flicker of a shadow in the alley across the street.

His senses immediately zoned in, and he headed for the alley preparing himself for whatever was about to go down.

But when he carefully entered the alley already powering up all for one no one was there. “Damnit.” He muttered under his breath. This villain on the loose was really getting to him. He needed to chill out, but the effects of what the villinan had done to people the last time he was active kept replaying in his mind.

“Don’t be too disappointed, hero.” Said villain's voice rang out, but before he could react, another villain's fist crashed into his jaw.

Staggering back he went to repower up one for all only to find that he couldn’t.

‘What the fu—’

Before he could finish his thought the villain that had punched him lunged towards him again. This time he was able to dodge.

‘That punch hurt pretty bad, he must have a strength quirk.’

“Ah yes, meet my new friend. He packs a pretty mean punch. His strength quirk is pretty useful huh?”

The confirmation that it was in fact a strength quirk was useful, but he wasn’t blind to the fact that he was still in a pretty bad position right now.

‘Why can’t I use my quirk? Does he have a second quirk that disables mine?’

The villains spoke once again with even more bravado. “Now that you’ve been properly introduced to him, would you like to meet my other new friend?”

The villain with the strength quirk lunged at him again only this time he was unable to dodge. The small alleyway only left a little room to move around after all.

The villain grabbed him holding him in place as he got ready to punch him again. “Now hold on now, friend. Let me introduce him and our other friend first.”

The villain with the strength quirks fist paused in the air hovering there waiting to be allowed to strike again.

Deku tried to escape the villain's grasp, but his head was fuzzy from the two direct hits he took, and the villain's strong grip wasn’t budging. Not to mention his quirk still wouldn’t activate.

Another villain stepped out of the shadows revealing himself as the ring leader continued speaking. “And this, this is my other new friend. I’m sure you’ve noticed the disappearance of your quirk. You can thank him for that.”

He realised that his position was exponentially worse now, he had to figure out a way to get backup here. These villains could not be left on the loose.

The villain with the strength quirk punched him again this time in the gut before throwing him to the ground.

He landed flat on his back, the air being knocked straight out of him. The villain's laughter rang through his ringing ears. “Maybe I should use my quirk on you too. It seems awfully unfair for these two to have all the fun.”

His eyes widened at the prospect. That was the last thing he needed right now. If he couldn’t do anything now he sure as hell would be fucked if the sadistic fuck used his quirk on him.

‘This couldn’t get any fucking worse.’

He tried to scramble to his feet as the villain with the strength quirk went to jump on top of him. Unable to get to his feet quick enough, and instead falling to his knees he prepared himself to take another punch, but it never came.

Instead a beautiful sparkling translucent purple surrounded him. The villain colliding with it, and falling to his ass.

This was not the kind of backup he was hoping for. While it save him from a punch this could go so far south so fucking quickly. He had to play his cards very carefully.

‘I need to—” “Awwwww look who came out to play!” The villain cooed

“Your little lover showed up even after your little lovers quarrel!”

Her protest was immediate. “Lovers quarrel!?”

This was bad. This was really really bad. “NO! Leave her alone!”

“Awww how cute, look at you two.”

The purple dome around him disappeared. The villain with quirk erasure must be using it on her too now.

The villain with the strength quirk lunged at her as he himself tried to get to his feet too quickly again once again stumbling to his knees. He watched as the villain got closer to her, horrified at what he knew was to come.

But, he was relieved to be wrong when instead of getting brutally punched by the villain she dodged pulling out a small knife and managing to get the villain's side with it.

The villain enraged lunged at her again, throwing her down on top of him. The villain he was most weary of spoke again in an obnoxious coo. “Ya know, I think it’s a real shame you two are fighting, you’re so cute together!”

Gritting his teeth he desperately tried to think of a plan to get them out of this. She herself had no idea of the true danger they were in right now, and started prodding at the villain with her words. “What the hell are you on about you freak!?”

“Tsk tsk such vicious words, you must still be upset about your fight earlier.” The villain's tone turned sinister. “I think you two should make up. I have a real special way for you to do that too!”

He was filled with horror as he realised the villain's twisted meaning, his face draining of color.

‘No, fuck, no, no, no.’

Her voice filled his ears. “You cryptic weirdo! What does that even mean!?”

And then he felt it. The immediate burning sensation shooting through his veins, and straight down to his dick. It was already unbearable.

“Well, we’ll leave you two to it.” “Hahaha, have fuuuunnnn.”

The three villains left them there crumpled on the floor together. “What the fuck?” Her voice was surprisingly steady. He glanced over at her, and she seemed to be unaffected.

‘The fucker only used his quirk on me… this isn’t good’

He felt his vision start to get hazy, as the burning sensation worsened causing his thoughts to slow down. “Deku? Are you alright?”

‘Fuck… she… she doesn’t know what’s going on.’

“Aphrodisiac.”

Her face slightly pinkened “What?”

“Aphrodisiac quirk.” He heaved out already succumbing to the quirks' effects.

Her face exploded into a pretty pink hugh. “Oh.” She whispered embarrassedly.

Readers POV:

Deku's hand slid around your waist, his eyes going black as his pupils dilated. He was far too close for comfort. Clearing your throat you tried and failed to speak steadily. “We… we should get you back to the agency.”

But you got no response. Instead Deku stood up taking you with him. Walking forwards while holding onto you, you had no choice but to walk backwards until your back hit the brick wall of the alley. “D-Deku? You good?”

Still you got no response as he towered over you in the alleyway. He brought his face down to yours only centimeters away. You could feel his minty breath brush against your face.

You tried to squirm out of his tight hold, but his grip turned bruising as he roughly pushed you further into the wall to keep you in place. “Uh oh.” It came out a s whisper, you hadn’t meant to even say it out loud.

Deku seemed to pay no mind to anything you were saying anyways though. A small trail of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth probably from whatever that strong villain had done to him before you had gotten there.

Instinctually you brought a hand up to wipe it away. Deku’s hand didn’t leave your wrist as you did so, but it loosened a bit holding your hand up where it was even after you had finished wiping the blood away.

“Deku… l-let go, we have to get back to the agency. Maybe someone will have something to… help you.” You averted your eyes from him at the last part, uncomfortable with the implication of exactly what he needed help with.

He growled, tightening his grip again pushing himself up against you. “I have exactly what I need right here.” His voice was low, and he was clearly far too gone to be reasoned with.

With him pressed up against you like this, you could feel exactly how big of a problem he was dealing with.

His head dipped down into the crook of your neck as you uselessly pushed against him still trying to wriggle your way out of his tight grip.

Letting out an embarrassing squeak when you felt the wet prod of his tongue against the column of your neck.

Attempting to conjure your quirk to shield yourself until help arrives only to be met with nothing, but failure.

‘The villain's quirk must still be affecting me. What do I do? Is anyone even coming?’

Displeased with your drifting mind Deku bit down on the spot he had been busy kissing. “AH Deku no!”

“Wait!”

Deku paid no mind to any of your pleas roughly suckling on the tender flesh. “You taste so sweet love. Fuck I need you.”

A sense of panic overwhelmed you as he ripped your hero suit to pieces leaving you standing in the alleyway in nothing but a skimpy pair of white panties. A small lilac bow decorating the front of them.

The odd thought of wishing you had worn an uglier less embarrassing pair crossed your mind. You immediately brushed it off when you decided there was no good pair of panties to be wearing in a situation like this.

Deku took a step back from your dark hungry eyes raking over you. You took the chance to try and dart past him to freedom only to be shoved harshly back into the hard brick wall.

Deku stepped closer, caging you in again and tracing his fingers over the waistband of your panties taking extra time to trace over the bow. “Stop running, don’t make me punish you princess.” His husky voice speaking such vulgar words shocked you. You never expected him to even be capable of saying something like that.

The next thing you knew the sound of tearing fabric filled the alley again. Deku quieted your noise of shock by claiming your mouth in a searing kiss. A cold breeze hits your most intimate parts sending a shiver down your spine.

His kiss was rough, you were sure your lips would be left swollen when he finally let you pull away. Or more accurately when he himself had no choice but to come up for air. Your head was starting to go fuzzy as your air supply depleted. Unable to keep up with how rough he was being, you pushed even harder at his chest desperately trying to turn your head away from him.

Your struggle didn’t affect him in the slightest though, he was able to combat any and all of the struggle you put up just by pinning you against the wall with his body and holding your head in place.

Just when you started to genuinely fear passing out he pulled back eyes even darker than before. Wild green stared deeply into your own eyes. He looked like a beast about to devour his prey.

You never thought you would ever be scared of Deku, the sweet hero never posing a threat to anybody, but those deemed a danger to others. The hero who employed you even when he hadn’t necessarily wanted to, and put up with your bad attitude day in and day out. The hero with endless patience. Right now, right now you couldn’t find any of that hero in his eyes, and you were terrified.

You had no way to defend yourself from him, he was bigger, stronger, more experienced than you, and he had access to his quirk while you didn’t. You were screwed. Left completely at his mercy, which was something he didn’t seem to have for you right now.

The night air was cold, you felt another shiver wrack through your body, and Deku’s cold breathy laugh set you even more on edge. “Heh cold princess? Don’t worry I’ll warm you up.”

The words sent another wave of panic through you. “No Deku don’t!”

But his hands were already wandering, and your words didn’t spark even a second of hesitation in him. One hand quickly found its way between your thighs cupping your cunt, the other finding its place on your left breast.

Heat immediately blossomed over your face making its way down your chest. You had never been touched like this before, and you definitely didn’t expect your first time to be anything like this.

His finger brushed over your pebbled nipple making you yelp out. You wanted to continue pleading with him to stop, but no words would form, instead to your horror hot tears fell down your cheeks, breathy hiccups accompanying them. “Awww Princess don’t cry. I won’t tease ya too much. Gonna make you feel so good.”

His words were accentuated by the grind of his hips into your thigh. Your entire body burned with shame as he dipped his head down letting his lips wrap around your right nipple. Instinctually trying to jerk away you felt him bite down. “OW!”

“Be good.” He warned before going back to suckling on your breast switching between the two of them from time to time. You bit your lip and beared it scared to find out what he’d do if you did something he didn’t deem ‘good’ again.

You hated how good his mouth felt on you, and were doing everything you could to stop any sounds from leaving your mouth. Deku seemingly finished unlatching his mouth from your skin bringing his face back up to yours. “Not gonna sing for me princess? That’s okay, I’ll fuck you hard enough that you can’t keep quiet anymore.”

HIs racy words continued shocking you, your mouth parting silently at the shocking behavior of the green haired hero only for him to force his lips on yours once again this time shoving his tongue inside.

Everything he was doing it was like he had every intention of devouring you. You suppose that was his intentions or well the intentions the villain's quirk had imposed on him.

That’s right it’s not his fault, he would never do this to you otherwise you knew that. The thought brought you a small sense of comfort.

‘It’s okay Deku, we’ll get through this together.’

Silently resigning yourself to what was about to happen to you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, and suddenly your feet were no longer on the ground. Gasping into his mouth you felt him let out a quiet breathy laugh pressing into you and grinding his hips right against your cunt.

“Haah” To your embarrassment the small breathy moan escaped your lips, you hoped that he hadn’t noticed, but of course you wouldn’t be that lucky. “Yeah princess?” Quickly turning your head away from him to escape his words and gaze you felt his hand grab your jaw forcing you to look at him again. “I told you to be good for me ya fucking brat.” he spoke lowly.

The next thing you knew there was a slight pressure at your exposed hole. “You're going to take it like a good girl for me.”

Before you could protest he forced himself inside of you to the hilt in one brutal thrust forcing a strangled cry from your throat. “AHHHHHH DEKU! WAIT!” He immediately set a punishing pace giving you no time to adjust it felt as if all the air had been knocked out of you.

It felt like you were going to break into a million tiny pieces. He was huge, and accommodating him inside of you was damn near impossible.

“Ahh Deku plese w-wait I-I can’t AHH!”

Biting down on your neck Deku groaned. “Yes you can. Fucking take it princess! Gonna destroy this pretty little cunt. Gonna ruin ya.”

His mouth bit and sucked at any inch of skin he had access too. “Fuck, pussy feels so good princess, fuckin made for me yeah? Takin it so well”

“Ah Deku, please.”

A sharp smack to your ass brought tears to your eyes, and pulled your focus back to the hero inside you. “Izuku.” He growled out inches from your face.

“W-what? AHHH Deku!”

Another harsh smack. “OW! Fuck!” “Call me by my name when I’m fucking you.” His brutal thrusts were turning your brain to mush. Your eyes were losing focus at the edges, and a coil was winding up deep inside your belly.

“F-fuck please!” Another smack and tears poured down your face.

“Fucking brat!”

His hand made its way between your bodies, starting to flick your swollen clit. Your head fell back against the hard wall, a moan falling from your lips. “Ahhhh Izuku! P-please!”

A killer smirk graced his lips, as he bucked his hip harder into your tight heat, fingers circling harsher, and faster on your poor little clit.

You couldn’t take it anymore, the coil in your belly snapped, and you came all over his dick. A scream leaving your lips, and your cunt clenching down. “AHHHHHHH IZU!”

His hips bucked into you erratically as he came. “F-fuck, good girl princess so good for me, yeah that’s it, take it, fucking take it all.”

You felt a gush of liquid paint, your insides white, Izuku’s hips and fingers stilled. You were greedily sucking air into your lungs after the exertion of your climax when Izuku pressed his forehead to yours.

It was over. Everything was going to be alright, you would capture the villains and—

Izuku pulled out of you, only to roughly shove you to the ground on your hands and knees. “Fuck, so pretty princess. Wanna fill you up more.”

Your mouth hung open dumbly as he roughly shoved his dick back inside of you from behind. Fucking even deeper into than before on the dirty cold concrete.

As if him continuing to abuse your poor hole wasn’t enough he reached around your waist and started meanly pinching your clit too.

It was too much, you came again already, wetness seeping out of your cunt onto his dick and down your thighs, but he didn’t stop. He kept up with his brutal pace even as your arms collapsed, your face pressing into the cold concrete. He just held up your hips and fucked into you faster, fingers continuing to deftly play with your twitching cunt.

No words left your mouth just unrestrained, uncontrollable moans and cries. “That’s fucking right princess, loose it on my dick! I told you I’d fuck you hard enough so you wouldn’t be abe to keep quiet.”

“Fuck, poor little cunt has no choice but to take everything I give her huh?”

“Damn, fucking look at ya, so pretty when your a cryin mess all fucked out on my cock.”

His words fell on deaf ears as your vision went white, cumming for a third time. Your entire body was trembling, throat raw with how he was making you scream, but it seemed he had no intentions of stopping anytime soon.

You had no choice but to lie there and take whatever he gave you, hopefully the quirk would wear off soon because you didn’t know how much more of this your poor body could take.

Again you felt his thrusts become erratic and the little brain power you had left told you he was probably about to finish again.

Any thought you had quickly left you when his fingers flicked over your clit even faster, seemingly determined to send you rocketing over the edge with him. “OH, OH FUCK IZU W-WAIT I’M GONNA AHH!”

“Go on cum on my cock. Cum while getting fucked on the dirty floor like the slut you are!”

“Your so fucking wet, pussy’s gripping me so tight, your fucking loving this!”

His cruel words made your bottom lip tremble a fresh set of tears falling down your cheeks as he came deep inside you. He didn’t stop though just continued fucking into your cunt as you cried.

The constant stimulation sent you barrelling towards another orgasm despite your mental state. Cunt clamping down sporadically clueing him in to your impending climax. “Haha gonna cum again princess? Yeah? Go on cum again for me, good fucking girl.”

And you did, your body falling straight off the edge of the cliff trembling as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Vision nothing but a binding white, ears ringing, until there was the sweet relief of nothing.

Your body went limp as you passed out, not that it meant anything to Izuku in his crazed state he just kept fucking into you for hours after you had passed out. Loving the way your pliant body twitched in your unconscious state. Cumming over and over again in your poor used cunt until he finally worked the brutal quirk out of his system.

Izuku’s POV:

Panting over your body he slowly pulled out watching an obscene amount of his cum drool out. Fuck you were practically covered in the pearlecent liquid. Hell splotches of it were all over the damn alley not just you.

You looked absolutely wrecked, bruised all over, cunt red, and leaking, trembling in your exhaustion induced sleep.

‘Fuck, what have I done?’

‘Oh god’

Cradling you in his arms and trying to soothe your bruised skin, gently rubbing your back he was pulled from his self deprecating horrified thoughts by someone walking into the alley.

His head snapped up towards the person as he did his best to cover your body with his own. He was met with a very worried looking Kaachan, his palms slightly crackling as if getting ready to pry him off you if he had too.

“It’s alright Kaachan, I’m back now.” He sighed out in shame.

He had hurt you. He wasn’t strong enough to stay in control while under the effects of the villains quirk and you were suffering for it.

“Fucking hell Deku.”

He kept his head down cradling you to him, not wanting to look the blonde hero in the eyes. “I know.”

Kaachan stepped closer. “It’s fucking disgusting in here, your fucking fluid is all over the damn place!” Kaachan spat in disgust.

He stayed silent with no disagreements on the matter. Kaachan tried to lighten the mood a bit. “Wel, at least it was me that found you two. Now we can handle this privately, I doubt she’ll want this to go through the hero commission either.”

“Yeah sure.” He said noncommittal still cradling you in his arms horrified at what he had done.

Kaachan didn’t let him remain in his thoughts though. “Hey, we need to get her cleaned up. We’ll take her back to our place, and wait for her to wake up.”

Wordlessly he stood up picking you up as he did so, and Kaachan went and gathered the ripped up pieces of your hero suit, and panties. “It’s supposed to rain in a bit, so we don’t have to worry about cleaning up your baby batter.” Kaachan said crudely.

“Fucking hell Kaachan, don’t say that!” He said exasperated.

“Well I’m grateful I don’t have to fucking touch any of your DNA, the transfer of one for all happening once was enough for me.”

“For fucks sake, let’s just get her cleaned up, and warm.” Izuku said ashamedly.

“Hey, you’re not a bad person for this or fucking anything Deku. You know what that quirk does to people.”

“Yeah, I know.” Despite his words of agreement he still felt the guilt eating away at him as he held your limp, battered, cold body close to his chest.