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A lot of people needed excuses to justify their vile actions: revenge, greater good, childhood trauma, social injustices, the list goes on. Goto Imasuji wasn’t one of those people; he just wanted to kill as much as he pleased. The sight of their blood spilling from the orifices, the sound of bones cracking under the pressure, the cries for mercy, it was all heaven for him. The man couldn’t remember his first kill, but his favorite kill was definitely the one where he slowly crushed a man’s skull in his hands, especially the part where one of the eyes popped out and shot like a mini-projectile.
Goto had some ideals to his name. He believed that everyone should keep their promises; otherwise, their words would become meaningless. He promised to not attract attention while working for LOV, so he would deliver. If Imasuji got bored and decided to kill again, he would voluntarily resign from the League and its benefits. To him, ’right’ and ’wrong’ were determined by one’s ability to accomplish their intentions. The Water Hose duo wagered their quirks to stop him, but lost the fight and became wrong. In the same vein, they were completely right in destroying his eye, so he bore them no ill will. He even rejected the kid’s offer to make a new eye, as that would be disrespectful towards the intentions of those heroes.
Out of everyone in the League, Muscular liked Slice the most. She had the ’Might makes right’ mindset too, with world domination flavor. Goto couldn’t be bothered with that. Going around and enforcing new laws would just suck the fun out of life. If Muscular could ever meet Nine or his crew outside the League, he would fight them until death. His or theirs, doesn’t matter. Another guy he respected was Giorno. The kid successfully accomplished his goal of preserving life twice; he got the entire team by the balls with his ability. That warranted respect, even if the goal was dumb.
To kill time, Muscular asked Twice to create two clones of himself, then told Kurogiri to send them somewhere far away from people. If a clone was only half as durable as the original, he’d need two of them to feel more excited. This was his favorite pastime in the League, but it was getting stale.
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Japan was in a middling position when it came to accepting ’unorthodox’ people. It was better than most of Africa or the Arab peninsula, but also worse than progressive countries from the western hemisphere. Whether a person had no/undesirable quirk, had mental issues, or an unusual gender identity, being accepted or not was mostly up to chance. A lot of it depended on area and wealth, where rich and/or urban folks had the best chances of fitting in spite of their inherent differences.
Kenji Hikiishi had a pretty nice quirk and was completely sane, unlike Croc or Twice. But when it came to her acceptance as a trans woman, she was straight outta luck. Only one person supported her decision to live life the way she chose, despite not possessing the courage to do the same thing herself. Magne would kill, steal, and do any other act her heart desired, regardless of who got hurt in the process. People never cared about her, so why should she care about them?
One of the people she hated the most was Tiger of the Wild Wild Pussycats. While Kenji was unable to transition due to not being able to afford HRT and surgeries, Yawara, on the other hand, was able to go to Thailand and transition his body because of his financial backing. He was fucking lucky that Pussycats had such a family-friendly brand that practically printed money. Not to mention, all the media outlets celebrated Tiger finally becoming the man he always wanted to be. There was a sense of unfairness and double standard between heroes having a lot more freedom (even beyond using their quirks) and everyone else being shackled by systemic issues that hadn’t been properly updated for decades. Fuck, why couldn’t SHE be a Pussycat and not deal with all this bullshit?
The League of Villains felt like a breath of fresh air. Stain said he’d fix the society with his murders, so she couldn’t say no to joining his close ally. Most people here weren’t judgmental pricks, with Giorno being the sole exception.
"Don’t drink blood if you can’t handle it, don’t drink beer, don’t kill heroes unless I give permission. I am so smart!" Hikiishi imitated his tone in her room.
She really hated being told what to do, but the kid seemed like her only feasible way of getting proper surgery any time soon. Magne had to swallow her pride and go along with it. She wondered what kind of prize Stain intended for his ultimate successor.
Kiruka and Himiko invited Kenji to Slice’s room so they could try on a new dress they’ve been working on. It was intended for their Biggest Sis.
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1A’s Thursday lesson was a repeat of the stealth training from before, except this time everyone had to sneak past robots on their own. Not many quirks were good at this. Silencer and Invisibility directly helped stay undetected, flight in all its forms helped stay above the view, and additional sense quirks helped know where the robots were without needing a line of sight. People without those powers either failed or had to rely on their pure skills to go through with it. Transform was useless, since it was limited to humans.
Midoriya had to get help from Monoma and Amajiki-sempai on Chimera’s flight ability. He missed the chance to intern with Ryukyu, so this was the best alternative. Suneater was grateful to be temporarily free from all the girls Nejire-chan tried to set him up with. He transformed his hands into a pair of bird wings as well, and started explaining the specific movements necessary to maintain flight. Izuku learned that it was incredibly hard to write with winglike hands. While Tamaki was a very shy person around strangers, he was still a very versatile and experienced student. The green head was glad to take a few pages from his book, since he also wanted to be the Swiss Army knife of a hero. The tips he got were very helpful, but they ended once Mirio showed up to take his friend to sing karaoke. The rest of the day was spent trying to fly alongside Neito, who was still better at this.
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When Izuku got to Setsuna’s room, she was sitting in his chair with her legs crossed. Her beautiful, Engine-boosted legs.
"How was your training with Amajiki-sempai?" She asked.
"Pretty good. He gave me great advice on aerodynamics. I was going to ask him questions about his quirk, but Togata-sempai took him away. What about you?"
"Iida-kun made me listen to a whole lecture once I asked him how to do emergency break." Tokage switched which leg was above. "To be honest, I think I’m going to miss this quirk."
"Why? I think Lizard Tail Splitter is cooler." Midoriya said.
"You flatter me." The girl giggled. "But having a new quirk with new sets of possibilities feels so refreshing. It feels amazing to move at such high speeds, even if I end up running into a tree. Do you get what I’m saying?"
"Totally." Izuku nodded and sat on her bed. "Even before coming to UA, I was dreaming about taking quirks and trying them out. All the notebooks I made were my substitute."
"I bet it feels amazing now that you don’t have to hold back your power." Setsuna sat next to him and put her arm around his shoulders.
"Sometimes amazing, sometimes terrible." His mind returned to Himiko for a moment.
"Yikes, sorry about that one." Tsuna dropped her smile for a bit. "What do you think of Suneater as a person?"
"I don’t know him all that much, but I can tell he is a great guy. Beneath all the social anxiety, he has great potential as a hero! I hope I can be as skilled as him someday."
"Interesting." She chuckled.
"Interesting why?"
"As you might know, this week Nejire-sempai is taking Amajiki-sempai through a lot of girls to date. She hopes he’ll actually like one of them."
"You want to take your chance as well?" Izuku asked.
"Yes, but I need permission from you and another. So?" She turned his face so that their foreheads connected.
"I... You... You’re the boss, Tsuna. It’s fine with me if you’re happy."
"Thanks, but I actually had an even bigger idea in mind for this."
"Like what?" He asked.
"You see, I don’t think my chances are any good. I’m good-looking, but so are many other girls in our school. There is not much going for me at the moment, except that I’m dating several people."
"What about USJ, the recommendation exam, and helping crash the organ exchange?"
"Come on, the last two aren’t that uncommon in premise, and I didn’t really do much in USJ."
"You helped identify Shigaraki’s quirk and plan of action."
"Yeah, I guess I did." She smiled.
"It’s not the end of the world if you don’t get with Amajiki, right?"
"Right, but this is where I came up with another game for you."
"Oh, man." Midoriya gulped. "What is it?"
"Well, among all of my domination fantasies, one fits perfectly into this situation. You see, I’m getting off on the idea of my plaything bringing more toys for me to play with."
"What? Can you explain in simple terms?"
"I want you to nudge Amajiki-sempai into choosing me. Your words carry more weight than mine to begin with. You’d watch him submit his free will to me, just like you did."
Midoriya kissed her on the cheek.
“You are one kinky girl, you know that?” he breathed.
“And you love it,” she shot back.
"But still, I feel like this is just a fleeting fantasy to you. Do you actually like Amajiki-sempai?"
"That is a silly question, Freckles. Everyone likes him: he’s in the big three, his quirk is awesome, he’s been working with Fatgum-sensei for several years. Sempai probably eats all sorts of exotic foods and thus has a lot of experience to share. Have you seen him use parts of a kangaroo? I didn’t even know their meat was edible. His best friend Togata is the next Number One hero."
Izuku couldn’t help but laugh at the last part. He was fairly certain Kendou would be the next Number One for the foreseeable future.
"You don’t believe in Lemillion?" Setsuna was curious.
"With me changing the way quirks operate, I have a feeling things won’t be that simple."
"That’s fair. Still, I’m certain Togata will be at least Top 5 for years to come. Amajiki will get some of the good rep by virtue of being his friend. Same with Nejire-sempai, who is the cutest thing in the galaxy according to Haya-sempai."
"She is indeed cute." Midoriya tried to get back on track. "I guess I can try talking with Amajiki-sempai. What’s the punishment if I fail?"
"No punishment." The ex-lizard said. "As much as I want you to bring him to me, I get that it’s not a simple task. Still, nothing quite says submission like bringing more slaves for mommy, don’t you think?"
"Y-yeah. And reward?"
"I already have something good coming up, but as always, I’ll do whatever you want."
"I’ll give it my best shot." Izuku nodded. "You know, if this doesn’t work out, I can try looking elsewhere."
"Do you already have a backup plan?"
"Well, I think it should be someone outside of 1A to not annoy Ochako too much. She’d probably be livid if I started asking Iida-kun to be your... boy toy." Midoriya chuckled nervously. "Maybe Hitoshi Shinsou? We were on pretty good terms when he left our class. And who knows, maybe he’ll be interested in being on the other end of Brainwashing."
"I can get behind this idea, Freckles." She licked his cheek. "A former aspiring hero, robbed of his power and turned into a puppet by it. That is quite poetic."
"Stop, you’re making me look bad." He playfully slapped her shoulder.
"I kind of like you being bad. Speaking of Brainwashing, I have a few ideas in case our tests come out true. I want you to be my slave." Setsuna whispered into his ear.
"Isn’t this... already the case?" Midoriya wanted to clarify.
"It is, but I think Shinsou’s... MY quirk can add some personal flavor to it. Maybe I could make a trigger that puts all your fears, all your anxieties, everything other than desire to submit, on a shelf. I’d snap my fingers, and you’d become my obedient fucktoy. Just imagine it: Izuku Midoriya, the quirk thief, the One hero For All situations, the boy nobody in the whole country can feel indifferent towards. You, on your knees, proclaiming eternal loyalty to me, begging to be used any way I see fit."
Izuku’s mind got overloaded. He’d be lying if he didn’t find the idea of his mind being reshaped exciting. Plus, he definitely wanted to be able to put his piling anxieties away from time to time. Still, a thread of rationality remained.
"I-I I think we should wait and see if mental triggers can be removed over time before we commit to such..." He gulped. "Extreme measures."
"Sure." Setsuna agreed. "Hey, maybe I’d want to put triggers in me? Or in Missy?"
"I’ll have to think about it."
"Take all the time you need, Freckles."
Izuku asked to play with her new quirks. When she offered a hand to give them, he said it wasn’t what he meant. He wanted to rub her Engines, see if they can be sensitive despite being mechanical. Turns out, they had some nerves, but not very sensitive due to needing a lot of heat resistance. Setsuna complimented his tongue work, which he had been working on ever since they started dating. Freckles went as far in his exploration of Iida’s quirk as his tongue allowed him to.
Next, Tokage activated Muscle Augmentation and had her body swell up. She looked pretty goofy with her regular head on a significantly more muscular body. Perhaps this quirk looked better on its original user, whoever that might be. Muscles at least had a good combo with Engines, since the user was expected to be physically strong. Tsuna always had an aura of smugness and confidence around her, but now she also looked like she could flatten someone’s dick with a single kick and make them ask for more.
At first, they went for the classic move of head between thighs. Midoriya had to take the Regeneration quirk just in case. Tokage kept closing her legs until it became too painful for him. This kept this position until the girl got a better idea. Izuku brought back Lizard Tail Splitter to its rightful owner, and they switched to cowgirl position (her back towards his face).
"Freckles, I’m going to use to boost my legs with two quirks and do the fastest squats ever. Are you ready?"
"I was born ready!"
The sound of the Engines kicking in was a little ominous this time. Setsuna put the tip into her pussy, counted to three, and began squatting. Even the starting speed was pretty intense, but she kept getting faster and faster. Her boobs and hair moved in accordance with her ’exercise’. Her augmented butt was hitting his pelvis, and would probably crush it if she kept increasing the intensity. The rate at which her pussy was sliding across his dick was astonishing; it was almost like every part of Izuku was simultaneously in touch with every part of Setsuna. Fitting with the theme of speed, both of them came quickly and felt sore in those areas. Midoriya wanted to do it again, but Tokage needed some time to rest.
"This is probably what Miruko would do to her partner." The boy said.
"Or Iida if he wasn’t such a prude." She made them smile.
Izuku got all the worth out of this high-speed milking technique. He even asked to take Tsuna’s legs to keep them as a memory and add to his growing collection of spare parts. So far, every ’building block’ was symbolizing a quirk: boobs were the Lizard Tail Splitter (original detach machine), ass was Hot and Cold (slap marks of varying reasons), and now the legs were Engine. Freckles voiced a concern that at some point the body parts would begin to decompose and he would have to dispose of them. Tsuna said they could always make more. Plus, by the time they were Pro Heroes, they would be able to afford a large freezer, or preservation chambers, where the body parts could be kept for decades. He said she sounded like a mad scientist, but he liked the idea.