The U.A. cafeteria was packed with students when Izuku dropped into a chair next to Ochako. The noise of conversations mixed with the clinking of utensils against plates created a constant hum that filled the dining hall. Momo was already sitting across from them with impeccable posture, cutting her breakfast with elegant movements.
God bless whoever designed the U.A. uniform, Izuku thought as he tried not to stare at Momo's cleavage. Those buttons are doing the work of their lives holding back that pressure, a true masterpiece of heroic engineering. They probably deserve their own monument.
"Good morning, Midoriya kun, Uraraka san," Momo greeted with a cordial smile.
"Good morning, Yaoyorozu san!" Ochako replied enthusiastically as she set her tray on the table. "Congratulations again on being Class Rep!"
Kyoka appeared from behind and dropped into the chair next to Momo with a sharp thud of her tray hitting the table.
"Yeah, congrats," she said in a disinterested tone, though her lips curved into a faint smile. "Though I bet Iida's devastated he didn't win."
As if summoned, Tenya Iida came marching over with his tray perfectly balanced in one hand and his free arm chopping the air like a robot.
"Good morning, everyone!" he declared in a powerful voice as he sat down with his back ramrod straight. "And I must correct your assumption, Jiro san. I am not devastated in the slightest! In fact, I consider Yaoyorozu san to be the most logical and suitable choice for the position of Class Representative. Her analytical capacity and her gift for strategic planning far surpass my own."
"You're very kind, Iida kun, but I'm sure you would've made an excellent Class Rep too. Your sense of responsibility and dedication are admirable."
Momo watched him for a moment, tilting her head slightly with a thoughtful expression.
"Iida kun," she began with curiosity, "forgive me if the question is too personal, but I've been thinking about something. Your Quirk is incredibly sophisticated, and your knowledge of heroic protocols is almost encyclopedic. On top of that, your sense of duty is rare among students our age."
She paused, lacing her fingers on the table.
"Do you come from a family of heroes?"
Iida straightened even more in his seat, if that was possible, and adjusted his glasses with his index finger. His expression turned solemn but proud.
"Your powers of observation are impressive, Yaoyorozu san. Indeed, my family has a heroic lineage that goes back several generations. My older brother, whom I admire deeply, is the Pro Hero Ingenium, also known as Turbo Hero."
Ochako dropped her fork with a metallic clink.
"Seriously?! Ingenium is your brother?!" Her eyes went wide with surprise. "He's super famous! He's got one of the most respected agencies in all of Japan!"
"Indeed," Iida confirmed with obvious pride in his voice. "He is my greatest inspiration and the reason I decided to follow the path of heroism. He taught me that a true hero does not merely possess physical power and superior combat skills, he must also have an unshakeable sense of responsibility toward those he protects."
He paused dramatically and looked directly at Momo.
"That is why I reaffirm my confidence in you, Yaoyorozu san. Your strategic mind and analytical capacity make you the ideal leader for our class, and your dedication only confirms it. I am completely certain that you will guide Class 1-A toward excellence."
Momo blushed a little, her hands gently clenching the napkin on her lap.
"Th-thank you, Iida kun. Your words mean a lot to me. I'll do everything I can to honor the trust you've placed in..."
WRIIIIIIING! WRIIIIIIING! WRIIIIIIING!
A deafening siren tore through the cafeteria with a sharp, piercing shriek that made the glasses vibrate on the tables. The ceiling lights started flashing red.
"SECURITY ALERT LEVEL THREE," a mechanical voice boomed from the speakers. "A BREACH HAS BEEN DETECTED IN THE OUTER PERIMETER. ALL STUDENTS MUST EVACUATE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION TOWARD THE NEAREST EMERGENCY EXITS."
The effect was instant and catastrophic.
A third year student jumped to his feet, his chair clattering backward.
"A BREACH! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
"VILLAINS!" someone else yelled from the other end of the cafeteria.
The panic spread like an out of control fire. Hundreds of students stood up at the same time, shoving tables, knocking over trays, screaming contradictory instructions. The mass of bodies started moving toward the exits in a chaotic stampede that threatened to crush anyone unfortunate enough to fall.
"ORDER!" Iida shouted as he leapt to his feet, his right arm shooting upward. "Everyone stay calm and proceed in an organized manner, no running, walk in single file toward the exits!"
Momo got up from her seat immediately, her brain already processing the situation. Her eyes darted toward the huge glass windows overlooking the outside of the building, searching for visual information about the threat.
Through the glass, clearly visible, was the same group of reporters that had been hounding the entrance to U.A. that very morning.
It's a false alarm! Momo realized instantly. The perimeter breach was caused by the reporters, there's no real attack. I need to warn everyone before someone gets hurt in the stampede.
Her arm started glowing with white light as she activated her Quirk. A portable megaphone materialized in her right hand.
"EVERYONE, ATTENTION!" Momo yelled through the megaphone. "IT'S A FALSE ALARM! THERE'S NO..."
Her voice was completely lost in the roar of panic. The mass of bodies was already in motion, a human wave crashing against the exits. Nobody was listening, the chaos was too intense.
A second year student tripped and fell to his knees right next to Momo, and three more people trampled him in their frantic race toward the door without even noticing.
Momo turned to Izuku and Ochako with an urgent expression.
"It's a false alarm!" she shouted at them, pointing toward the windows. "It's the reporters from this morning! We have to tell everyone, but I can't get them to listen!"
Izuku watched Momo trying to yell again through the megaphone, completely ignored by the crowd. Then he looked at the chaos unfolding around him.
This is getting complicated, he thought as his brain started racing. The megaphone isn't enough, we need something that freezes everyone in place first. Something that forces them to stop and listen. But what?
His gaze instinctively slid toward Momo, looking for inspiration in the place where he always found it.
Her breasts, he thought with the twisted logic that only made sense in his head. When I look at them, the ideas come to me better. Maybe she's transmitting her intelligence to me through brain waves that bounce off her cleavage. Probably another aspect of my pervert Quirk, since science can't explain everything.
But just as his eyes locked onto Momo's blazer cleavage, something else caught his peripheral attention. The cables of Kyoka's Earphone Jacks were dangling on either side of her chest, swaying lightly with each agitated breath of the girl, who was pressed against the table with wide eyes.
BINGO! THAT'S IT!
"Momo!" Izuku shouted as he leapt up and ran toward her, gently grabbing her arm to pull her closer. "I need you to do me an urgent favor! Can you create something for Jiro's Quirk? Something that makes her..."
He stopped, scratching his head.
"Ah, damn it, I forgot the technical name. Those things that..."
"Amplifiers?" Momo supplied immediately.
"Yeah, that, Momo!" Izuku exclaimed with relief. "Can you make those?"
Momo frowned, her expression turning thoughtful even in the middle of the panic.
"Sonic amplifiers require detailed knowledge of the molecular structure of the internal components, Izuku kun. I don't know the circuitry with enough precision to create something functional under these conditions. It would take me too long to study the design and..."
"Wait, wait," Izuku interrupted her, raising both hands. "I don't need anything super sophisticated. What about something more basic? Like a horn, but connected directly to her Jacks. I just need it to amplify the sound enough to freeze everyone in place."
Momo's eyes lit up with understanding.
"That... that's much more feasible. A basic conical horn with a coupling for Jiro san's output ports. I can do that."
"Perfect, Momo," Izuku said with a smile. "Then go ahead. Oh, and one more thing..."
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if he were about to tell her a secret.
"Don't yell too loud when you do it, okay?"
Momo blinked, confused.
"What are you talking about, Izuku kun? Why would I yell..."
Izuku's hands slid under the table. His fingers found the edge of Momo's skirt and, without missing a beat, slipped underneath the fabric.
Wait, Izuku thought as his hand closed firmly around the perfect curve of Momo's butt. Why am I grabbing her butt if her breasts are clearly superior in every way? Is it because I'm sitting and the angle is better, or does my pervert subconscious just want to diversify the experience? Probably the second, since I'm a man of clear priorities.
His fingers squeezed firmly through the thin fabric of Momo's panties.
Momo went completely rigid, her eyes opening wide as a strangled gasp escaped her lips. Her face turned tomato red in less than a second.
[CREATION - MOMO YAOYOROZU] [BOOST MODE ACTIVE]
"Ngh!"
The sound came out of Momo's throat like a strangled moan. Her body gave a small involuntary jump in the chair.
"You know what to do," Izuku murmured close to her ear as his fingers explored the shape with professional detail.
This is a heroic sacrifice, he thought solemnly. I'm saving lives, literally a martyr to duty. They should build a statue of me, a giant statue with a plaque that says: 'Here lies Izuku Midoriya, who touched butts so others could live.' My grandkids will be proud.
Momo squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing coming out in short, ragged gasps. Then, with a visible effort of will, she activated her Quirk.
Her arm started glowing with white light. The skin of her forearm opened up as lipids converted into inert matter, and in less than five seconds, a pair of conical horns with metal adapters materialized in her hand with a final flash.
They were rough and basic, probably no more sophisticated than portable megaphones with modified connections, but they were functional.
"I-Izuku kun..." Momo whispered with a trembling voice, her face still burning. "You can let go of m-my..."
"Ah, right, yeah," Izuku replied as he grabbed the horns from her shaking hand. "I forgot."
Total lie, he admitted internally with honesty. I didn't forget for a single second, I just wanted to keep touching it a little longer. A man of clear priorities, that's me.
Momo leaned toward him, bringing her lips close to his ear so only he could hear her.
"We urgently need to find a way to activate my Booster without you having to touch my buttock every time there's a critical situation," she whispered with intensity, her cheeks still red. "This is extremely embarrassing, Izuku kun."
Izuku looked at her with a slightly disappointed expression, as if she'd just suggested he stop breathing.
"Huh? Why?" he asked in confusion. "It works perfectly."
"Because it's embarrassing!" Momo hissed, covering her face with one hand.
Nobody appreciates my moral sacrifice of looking like a pervert, Izuku thought with resignation as he turned toward Kyoka. I'm literally saving the day and all I get are complaints. Hero life is harder than All Might mentioned in his interviews.
"Jiro!" he called as he tossed the horns to her.
Kyoka caught them on instinct, her eyes examining them for a fraction of a second before understanding lit up her face.
"I need you to plug those things into your Jacks and fire at the ceiling with everything you've got," Izuku explained quickly. "The sonic wave should expand through the whole cafeteria and freeze everyone in place. Can you do it?"
"Are you crazy?" Kyoka asked as she connected the horns to her Earphone Jack ports with quick movements. "This is gonna blow out the eardrums of half the dining hall."
"Better that than a stampede where someone gets crushed to death," Izuku replied in a serious tone. "Trust me, Jiro. Do it now."
Kyoka didn't hesitate for another second. She aimed both cables straight at the ceiling.
"Everyone, cover your ears!" she yelled with all the strength of her lungs and activated her Quirk.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The sonic wave that came out of the horns hit the ceiling with brutal force. The roar reverberated through the cafeteria as if a thunderclap had exploded inside the building.
Every student froze in place. Some covered their ears with their hands while others just stood paralyzed by the surprise and auditory shock, but every single one of them stopped moving.
Izuku turned to Ochako, who was sitting with her hands over her ears and a dazed expression.
"Ochako, use your Quirk and float to the top," he told her as he pointed to Momo, who already had the megaphone in her hand. "Momo's gonna pass you the megaphone. I need you to tell everyone it's a false alarm. It's the reporters from this morning."
Ochako blinked, processed the information, then nodded with fierce determination. She activated her Quirk on herself. Her body lifted off the chair as gravity lost all effect on her.
Momo extended her arm, offering her the megaphone she'd created minutes before. Ochako took it with both hands and pushed herself upward, now floating above the heads of hundreds of terrified students.
"EVERYONE, ATTENTION! THERE IS NO ENEMY ATTACK!"
Her voice, amplified by the megaphone, echoed through the entire cafeteria. Every head turned upward to look at her.
Ochako extended an arm and pointed toward the windows.
"IT'S A FALSE ALARM! IT'S JUST THE REPORTERS FROM THIS MORNING! THERE ARE NO VILLAINS! WE'RE ALL SAFE!"
A collective sigh of relief swept through the dining hall.
"Please, return to your seats in an orderly fashion!" Ochako added with an encouraging smile. "Everything's under control! There's no reason to..."
CRACK.
A small piece of ceiling, weakened by Kyoka's concentrated sonic wave, broke loose with an ominous creak.
Right above Mineta's head, who was standing right underneath looking up with his mouth open.
THUNK.
Mineta collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes, his eyes spinning in spirals while a small cloud of dust rose around him.
"MAN DOWN!" a student shouted from the other side of the cafeteria.
Izuku watched Mineta sprawled on the floor, completely unconscious with an expression of stupidity frozen on his face.
Well, he thought as he observed the runt's lifeless body. He'll probably survive since he's got a hard head, literally. His head's like ninety percent of his body mass anyway.
He decided Mineta could wait. He turned to Ochako, who was already descending slowly toward the floor as she released her Quirk, and gave her a thumbs up with an approving smile.
"Excellent work, Ochako. You were really clear and direct."
Ochako touched the floor with her feet and wobbled slightly, the adrenaline still running through her veins. Her face was flushed from having spoken in public in front of hundreds of people.
"Th-thanks, Izuku kun..." she stammered as she handed the megaphone back to Momo. "That was kinda scary. Everyone was looking at me and I..."
Izuku approached her with a calm smile, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"You did it perfectly. Really."
Ochako smiled shyly, lowering her gaze.
The students were returning to their tables, some laughing nervously, others still pale from the scare. Iida was helping up a first year student who'd tripped during the stampede.
Kyoka unplugged the horns from her Jacks and let them fall on the table with a sigh of relief.
"Well," she said in a dry tone as she dropped back into her chair, "that was intense."
She paused and looked directly at Izuku with an ironic smile.
"Midoriya, do you always need to grab butts to solve crises? Because if so, you should put it in your hero name application. The Hero Who Saves Lives With Spankings has an interesting ring to it."
Momo dropped her fork with a metallic clink.
"J-Jiro san!" she stammered, her face turning red again. "That wasn't... it's not what you think!"
"Uh-huh," Kyoka replied, clearly amused. "Sure it isn't."
Damn it, Izuku thought as he kept a perfectly neutral expression. She saw us, but how much exactly? My whole hand on her butt, or just the moment of contact? I shouldn't explain, that'd only make things worse. The first rule of the successful pervert is to never admit anything; stay calm and act natural, since you're innocent until proven guilty.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jiro," he said in a calm voice. "I was just helping Yaoyorozu san with her Quirk."
"Mmm-hmm. 'Helping.'" Kyoka smiled wider. "That's a really... weird way to help."
Momo covered her face with both hands, her ears completely red.
I need to change the subject, Izuku thought urgently. Before Jiro keeps asking and Momo explodes from embarrassment.
But before he could say anything, Momo spoke first. She leaned toward him, bringing her lips close to his ear so only he could hear her.
"Izuku kun..." she whispered with a trembling but curious voice. "Is there a scientific reason why my buttock works better than my chest for activating the Booster?"
Izuku blinked.
What?
"Because," Momo continued with an analytical expression despite the blush, "if the location of contact affects the efficiency of your Quirk, we need to document that immediately. Maybe there's a correlation between muscle mass and the transmission of your enhancement energy, or perhaps subcutaneous fat acts as a more efficient conductor than mammary tissue. I need to do calculations."
Oh my god, Izuku thought in disbelief. She actually thinks there's a technical reason, and this... this is better than winning the lottery.
"Uh..." he stammered, trying to find an exit that wouldn't ruin this gift from heaven. "Well, you see, Momo, the truth is that..."
"No!" she interrupted, raising a hand. "Don't tell me now. I need pen and paper to document this properly. After class, we'll perform comparative tests. You'll touch different parts of my body and we'll measure the efficiency of the Booster at each location."
I just got scientific permission to touch her all over, he thought as his soul left his body and ascended directly to heaven. This can't be real, it has to be a dream. I'm gonna wake up at any moment in my bed with a morning erection and a deep sense of disappointment. Or possibly in a hospital bed with no arms or legs, and it'll turn out this was all a product of my imagination while I was in a coma.
He pinched his arm discreetly under the table.
Ouch... no, wait, this is actually happening. OH GOD, THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.
"Izuku kun?" Momo asked with a worried expression. "Are you okay? You went really still."
"Y-yeah," Izuku replied, recovering his composure with heroic effort. "I was just... processing the information. You're right, Momo. We should do comparative tests."
"Excellent," Momo said with a radiant smile, completely oblivious to Izuku's internal chaos. "Then I'll see you after class. I'll bring my research notebook."
"I'll be there," Izuku confirmed in a firm voice.
With bells on, he thought. Hell, with the entire celebration package, this is officially the best day of my school life.
Ochako was looking at both of them with a confused expression.
"I feel like I missed something."
Somewhere at the back of the cafeteria, someone was finally helping Mineta off the floor. The runt staggered a bit, rubbing his head with a dazed expression.
"What happened?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "Why's everyone sitting like nothing happened? Did I miss something important?"
"A piece of ceiling just fell on your head," a second year student replied in a bored tone. "Nothing serious."
Mineta opened his mouth to respond, but stayed quiet when he saw nobody else seemed interested in his situation.
Everything seemed to have gone back to normal.
In a security room on the top floor of the U.A. administrative building, Principal Nezu stood in front of a giant screen with a teacup in his hand and a thoughtful expression on his face.
Beside him, Aizawa watched the same screen with narrowed eyes and his arms crossed over his chest.
The screen showed a real time map of U.A.'s outer perimeter. An entire section of the security barrier was flashing intense red, marking a breach.
Nezu took a sip of his tea, his eyes still fixed on the monitor.
"I'm afraid the chances of this being a system error are zero," Nezu said in a soft voice. "As you can see in the remains of the sensor, it was reduced to dust. We're dealing with a disintegration Quirk."
"Disintegration... how troublesome." Aizawa grunted with disgust. "Rationally speaking, it's impossible for a civilian, no matter how desperate they are for a scoop, to possess a power on that scale and know how to apply it so specifically. This wasn't some press accident, we're looking at the work of a villain."
"Exactly," Nezu confirmed as his eyes glowed with intelligence. "Which means a real villain infiltrated our perimeter today. The question is, was it simply a declaration of war against the academy?"
He paused for a moment, bringing the cup back to his lips.
"Or did they enter with a specific purpose we still don't know about?"
Aizawa clenched his jaw, his knuckles whitening from the pressure.
"I'm gonna review the security recordings from all the exterior cameras. If anyone got close enough to touch that barrier, it was recorded."
"Do it," Nezu ordered. "And Aizawa..."
The teacher stopped at the door, looking back.
"Keep this between us and the security personnel for now," the principal continued. "I don't want to alarm the students unnecessarily until we have more concrete information about the nature of this intrusion. I'll go with Nemuri san to inspect the damaged area."
Aizawa nodded and left the room, leaving Nezu alone in front of the flashing screen.
The principal stared at the map for a long moment as his mind worked at full speed.
Someone with a disintegration Quirk, he thought with concern. And the audacity to approach U.A. in broad daylight during a moment of media distraction.
His eyes narrowed.
Obviously this was planned.
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