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Chapter 17 - Deals

While Midoriya Izuku was in school…

Vortex adjusted his tie, looking over the building before him. The man, who rarely ever left HQ, was dressed in a classy business suit and tie. Of course, he wasn't wearing that for fun. Oh, no, he was on a mission, one that was quite important. He didn't particularly like having additional responsibilities, but he was happy that his master entrusted him with this. It sure wasn't a task he would have given to Arsenal or Tangleweaver.

The portal user was currently standing in front of a pro-hero agency, but not just any agency. It opened just recently, and already got a few fans, which wasn't surprising since any heroine with a minimum of sex appeal was bound to get fans quickly. Indeed, it was a heroine their master told them about last time: Mt Lady.

Why was Vortex here? Well, it was simple…

It all started yesterday when Haō-sama had called him, Zhong Liu, and Ace to a private talk after his first day at U.A…

The four of them were in Haō's office, where the massive man explained what his plan for Mt Lady was overall.

"The moment I laid my eyes on her, I saw that she was a greedy bitch. She's the most susceptible to corruption, right now, so she makes a prime target," Izuku crudely explained, making Zhong hum.

"Well, she's just started, you know, Master. It's no guarantee. I'm sure that in time, she could better herself, redeem herself in the eyes of justice. It's not…" The bull-man started arguing, only for Haō to scoff.

"I don't believe in that bullshit," He said.

"Aye, sir," Zhong Liu retorted without making a fuss. Vortex couldn't help but sweatdrop.

"So, what did you have in mind, Izu-kun?" Ace questioned curiously before the conversation could derail.

"Obviously, we can't just knock on her door and ask to bribe her. I was thinking of being a little more… subtle. You aren't wanted or anything, are you, Vortex?" Haō suddenly asked him, making the man shrug.

"Not really. I mean, I've got a villain name, but I rarely use it outside the base. I was Avian King's escape route, so I always stayed behind and close to him. I don't think a lot of people know me. I, for sure, have never been arrested either," He replied, much to Izuku's satisfaction.

"Good. What I want is for you to go to her agency and introduce yourself as a business owner who wants to sponsor her," The horned boy explained.

"Sponsor?" Vortex repeated with an arched eyebrow. Well, that was unusual, but he was intrigued by where this was going. His previous boss never did subtle, even when it came to bribes. Though Avian King mainly bribed cops, since he didn't want to take risks with heroes. He had to say that his current master had balls.

"Yes. Zhong Liu, the nightclub above, is an official business, isn't it? Under whose name is it?" Izuku questioned.

"No one in particular, it's a fake name. I knew a few guys who helped me get the paperwork in order with fake IDs and everything, Master," Zhong responded. Izuku nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

"Good. Then, you'll play the role of the one who owns this place, Vortex. And I'll tell you everything you need to say tomorrow, once you go to her agency,"

"Tomorrow? That's… Awfully early. I thought I'd have more time to prepare…" Vortex whispered nervously. Well, he supposed he was used to working under pressure.

"It's a good thing you don't need time for this," Izuku snorted dismissively. Ace snickered amusedly in response, glancing at Vortex from the corner of her eyes. "You and Zhong Liu can use whatever resources you think are necessary, but I doubt you'd need much for a woman like her. She's a hindrance at most,"

"If anything, I suppose your confidence and trust in me reassures me, Haō-sama," Vortex spoke. While he was nervous, he supposed that he wasn't in any danger. In the worst case, he could simply teleport away. Besides, Mt Lady was only a rookie, likely a greedy one at that. At least, from what he had seen of her debut on TV. He trusted Haō enough to listen to him.

"Good. Just make sure you don't disappoint me," Haō warned with an indifferent tone, though there was a clear underlying coldness to it, one that was enough to make Vortex freeze. Oh, he couldn't afford to make mistakes.

Back in the present day…

In any case, after that discussion, their master had given Vortex and Zhong Liu various other instructions about their plan. One of which was to only use pawns, expendable people, who also weren't on any wanted list. That was for later, since Vortex didn't need any underling for now, but they'd need some specific resources for if, or rather, when Mt Lady agreed to their offer.

With another breath in, he entered the hero agency, briefcase in hand. Now that he thought about it, wasn't this the first time he had ever come into such a place? Looking around, he noted that the agency was quite modest; it wasn't spacious, and even from the outside, it only had two floors.

It wasn't shocking since she was new. She didn't even have sidekicks, and from the intel he got, she should be here right now. He already had the schedule of her patrols, after all. Considering that she was in a particularly calm neighborhood, she didn't need to do much to keep it safe. Well, that, and there were plenty of heroes everywhere. Clearly, Mt Lady wanted to stand out, and perhaps that need was what would push her to accept his offer.

Several meters from the entrance was a desk, where a secretary sat. A brunette with a hair bun, seemingly checking paperwork. Though she stopped what she was doing once she noticed he was there.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there! Can I do something for you?" The secretary spoke up as Vortex approached, putting on a smile.

"Yes, I would like to know if the heroine, Mt Lady, is present," He said.

"She is, but… I don't think anyone made an appointment…" The woman replied confusedly. Of course, no one made an appointment; she just debuted, after all. She wouldn't get business deals so quickly. Moreover, Vortex knew that she had gone to a hero school that wasn't as prestigious as UA. Most companies noticed Heroics' students only if they came from UA, thanks to the Sports Festival.

"I haven't. I only noticed her debut recently. Please, tell her I'm here and that I have a business opportunity. If she isn't interested, I can leave," Vortex argued, giving the secretary a business card. It was the only one they made since they were in a hurry because their master only told them of their plan yesterday. Nevertheless, one card was enough. It wasn't like they'd be having these deals with numerous legitimate companies.

The secretary grabbed the business card, looking it over for a few seconds before nodding.

"Alright, I'll tell her. You can wait here, sir," She confirmed, much to Vortex's joy. The woman stood up from her seat, then left the room. Izuku's underling just stood there, tapping his foot on the floor. This was a good start already. If the secretary didn't throw him out right away, then he was halfway there. All he needed to do now was convince the pro heroine with his offer. "Sir? Takeyama-san says that she's willing to hear you out." The secretary came back, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Just take the door to your left,"

"Thank you," Vortex nodded gratefully.

He wondered why Mt Lady didn't come to pick him up herself at first, instead of letting a stranger freely walk around the agency. He quickly found out why when he went where the secretary indicated. The door directly led to a room, which was evidently a break room. There were two couches, a fridge, and cabinets. This wasn't an office for a business meeting. Nevertheless, as long as he got what he wanted, he didn't care where they'd meet.

Vortex looked down, noting that the blonde heroine was also in the room, sitting up on one of the couches and stretching her arms with a yawn, a magazine slipping from her chest and falling to the floor. Was she sleeping there?

"Mt Lady, I presume?" He spoke as the blonde hummed in confirmation, standing up to greet him. "I'm Yasan Nanami, and very happy to meet you," He extended his hand. The pro heroine looked at it for a second, then shook it.

"That's me. I wasn't expecting any visitors, but I was told it's for business?" Mt Lady inquired, intrigued, though she kept it well hidden.

"Indeed. I've seen your debut and I was simply mesmerized! I think you have a great future ahead of yourself, which is why I'd like to sponsor you," Vortex explained with all the confidence he could muster. It was practiced confidence, which he used when he had been an accountant for big firms, and a salesman before that.

"Sponsor?" The blonde perked up. You could almost hear a cash register as she repeated the word. "I'm listening. Here, take a seat!" She offered the couch across from the one where she had just decided to sit. Vortex happily accepted, figuring that this meant it was going well.

"Thank you. First of all, I'd like to let you know that my company is a little unconventional, at least, for something to be advertised by a pro hero. I am the owner of a nightclub in Chinatown," Vortex began explaining.

"I admit that I wasn't expecting that… I mean, I like nightclubs, don't get me wrong. I've gone to a ton in the past, but…" Mt Lady responded. It was no wonder she seemed so disappointed. She was likely expecting a luxurious brand or maybe even a support item company. However, disappointment had been expected. Both he and his master knew it would happen. What needed to be done was to convince her they were a good sponsor, which would be… easy.

'As I said, it's unconventional. However, it's still a fine establishment and it's up to every regulation! Usually, we would never have thought of sponsoring a pro hero. Again, your profession and ours don't do well together. However… when we saw your debut, we couldn't help but… be mesmerized. Truly, you were like a gem!" Vortex praised, which nearly made him barf. He couldn't believe he was sucking up to a pro hero so much.

"Oh, thank you! I know I'm amazing!" Mt Lady replied with a hand on her chest, not humble at all.

"Yes, yes," Vortex confirmed, keeping his tone from getting bitter. "And we thought a heroine like you, who just debuted, yet has so much potential, would attract so much attention to our establishment! You are strong, beautiful, and admirable. It is that image that will be reflected back on us! And of course, with that, your arrival has also inspired us to take on a new endeavor!"

"Hm? What do you mean?" Mt Lady asked, despite being absorbed by smiling to herself, thanks to his praises.

"Well, we thought of starting our own modeling agency. Nothing too big, but we'd like it to be eventually published in all the fancy magazines," Vortex answered. They had already bought several pieces of equipment for photography after their master had told them about the plan.

"Modeling?" Mt Lady nearly beamed. Oh, how long had she dreamed of being both a pro hero and a model, one day! She never thought this opportunity would come so early! Perhaps, this was her greatest opportunity, even to surpass Uwabami!

"Indeed! We have no better candidates than you, and we would be honored if you were to become our first model,"

"A model… Wow… Now that's…" Mt Lady looked up dreamily before suddenly shaking her head to dismiss those thoughts. "Wait, but first, you didn't even tell me how much you would sponsor me," The blonde reminded him. After all, maybe he was all talk and only wanted to make money off her back. She needed to make sure she'd get something out of this, too. Maybe they weren't even successful…

"How about a million yen a month?" Vortex casually dropped his briefcase on the table and opened it to reveal the money inside. A million yen. This was a significant amount of money per month, but they had been generating a substantial income lately, and their master believed they wouldn't be paying it for long.

Kaching!

Mt Lady's eyes turned into yen signs.

"You've got yourself a deal!" She quickly accepted, a greedy glint in her eyes.

Well, that was certainly easier than expected. Still, Vortex wouldn't complain.

"I'm happy we got a deal, Mt Lady-san! Now… To talk about the contract," He pulled a stack of paper from his suit and placed it on the table. The blonde immediately sighed tiredly. He could relate. He never liked contracts either.

***

Midoriya Izuku was about to walk out of UA. Since it was the end of the day, he wanted to hurry and get to the lair to speak to the others and check how Vortex did since the man had likely contacted Mt Lady. Of course, if he stayed a bit late, he'd have more opportunities to bond with his classmates. Well, more like he'd be looking for their vulnerabilities and how to exploit them. However, he'd certainly be earning their trust, and with trust came friendship. If they were close to him, they'd be all the more likely to join him. Nevertheless, everything had its timing, and he couldn't neglect his duties to his main operation either.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to pass through the gate, someone screamed at him to stop.

"You, scaly bastard!"

Izuku sighed and turned around. Bakugou stood there, several meters away from him. It seemed he recovered from his injuries thanks to Recovery Girl. Of course, his defeat didn't take him down a peg either. The horned man didn't know why he bothered hoping the blonde would finally learn his lesson. Clearly, he was way too stubborn for that.

"What do you want, now?" The massive boy frowned, his patience wearing thin.

"Don't think it's over… Not even for a second… One day, I'll beat you. Today just wasn't the day. But one day… I'll make you spew your guts out and admit defeat, ya hear me?!" Katsuki declared, still prideful and confident despite his humiliating loss earlier today. Izuku was almost impressed by that stubbornness. Almost. And for once, the blonde didn't scream at the top of his lungs.

"Pfft. Believe whatever you wish. It will end in a boring fight, as usual," Izuku replied dismissively before spinning on his heels and walking away.

Surprisingly, the blonde didn't retort. Instead, he simply watched as the green-haired boy left. They didn't need any more words. Katsuki's declaration was a promise, but it wasn't the first, and Izuku had abandoned the hope that the blonde would push him to his limits long ago. No. Whoever would finally be a worthy opponent was someone he hadn't met yet, unless it was All Might. Yet… The hero was different from what he expected.

Further away, inside the UA building, a few of their classmates watched their interaction through the windows, not that they could hear anything.

"I wonder what's their deal…" Mina muttered, with Kirishima clenching his fist.

"A promise between men, I bet!" The redhead declared, pumped up by the prospect.

"Oh, fated rivals or something!" Ochaco nodded in understanding.

"I do wonder if these kinds of rivalries are healthy for our academic life," Iida pointed out, though he was mostly ignored.

"Looks like it's one-sided to me. Midoriya treated Bakugou like he was a joke!" Hagakure perked up from their side. Even though she was invisible, they could see that she had her arms crossed thanks to her sleeves.

Nearby, observing from the corner, Todoroki furrowed her brows. The two boys were nearly dots from where she stood, yet her eyes couldn't help following the bigger one. Silently, she clenched her fists. She couldn't believe that she lost so easily… Never again. Not against someone who fought with fire.

Several minutes later, Izuku got out of the station, walking home. He wasn't even fifteen minutes away from his house. The sun was setting to let night take its place. Of course, he was getting home first, so that he could change his clothes, but also tell his mother he'd be away again. He thought that nothing would happen on the journey there, at least. However, he was proven wrong when a man suddenly came running from around a corner. It seemed he was holding a purse, looking frantic. Izuku doubted it belonged to him.

He would have ignored it and let a pro hero deal with the guy, but the man's eyes widened when his gaze landed on the horned boy. Instead of wasting time by going around him, the small-time villain screamed.

"Out of my way!" He only let the green-haired boy a second to step aside, and when he noted that he wasn't going to move after that second passed, the man opened his mouth wide. To the shock of all the passersby around, a small missile shot out of his mouth, flying toward the boy, who still didn't budge from where he stood, though the smoke caused by the blast once it made contact with him hid him well. The purse snatcher continued to run, undisturbed by his apparent murder. "Huh?" He froze with wide eyes when an arm suddenly came out of the smoke.

"Are you trying to ruin my uniform, stupid punk?!" Izuku shouted angrily, hitting the villain in the head with his forearm.

"Bwa!" The purse snatcher yelped as he was thrown back and crashed to the ground, spreading cracks around the spot where he fell.

"Damn it. My blouse is ruined," The horned boy grumbled in annoyance. Thankfully, the jacket seemed fine. Looking around, he noticed that the people around him all fled the moment they heard the explosion.

"You better not have hurt anyone, you bastar–huh?" Miruko suddenly pounced from around the corner and landed not too far from the purse snatcher Izuku had just beaten. The heroine paused, looking at the scene. Miruko. Of course, Izuku recognized her. Who wouldn't? She was in the top six in hero rankings. The rabbit heroine was in her costume, thigh-high boots showing off her powerful legs, and a white leotard revealing some of her tanned skin. And who could forget the rabbit ears and tail? Suddenly, the rabbit heroine smirked. "Oh, so I've got another villain to deal with? Did you and your body have a fight?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, not this shit again," Izuku facepalmed. "I'm not a villain!" He retorted in annoyance. Miruko's gaze wandered over him, studying his face and build. He certainly looked strong, in her opinion, but she wasn't intimidated.

"Nah, look at your face, you're clearly a villain!" Miruko replied, making the horned boy.

"I'm not! Damn it! Look at my clothes! I'm literally wearing UA's school uniform! I just finished my first day!" The green-haired boy yelled in response, pointing at his uniform. Again, Miruko looked it over. After a few seconds, she sighed, as if conceding.

"Alright, I guess you ain't a villain. But that just means you're a kid. And if you beat that villain," She gestured to the unconscious purse snatcher. "Then, that also means ya used your quirk!" She pointed at him.

"I didn't," Izuku scoffed. As if he needed to use his quirk on that small fry! That was ridiculous!

"No need to lie now!" Miruko replied instantly. She was surprised he was even a kid, given his appearance. And even if he were physically strong, that wouldn't help him survive a missile. "Look, I'm not going to scold you too hard for it! You were attacked and just defended yourself; there's nothing wrong with that. But next time, just get out of the way and run. Using your quirk is still illegal,"

"And I'm telling you, I haven't used my quirk," He grumbled dismissively, walking past her.

"I doubt your mutation makes you missile-proof, and I heard an explosion. Obviously, you used your quirk to beat him. Again, I'm not here to scold ya, kid. But if you wanna thrive in UA, better start being honest," Miruko replied, seemingly not too offended that he just walked past her, though her eye did twitch.

"Heh, just because you need a quirk to beat a guy like him doesn't mean I do," The horned boy scoffed amusedly. Now that ticked the rabbit hero off.

"Huh? What did you just say?!" Miruko spun on her heels and glared at him. She may have been a pro heroine, and a powerful one at that, but she also had a lot of pride. Maybe even too much if you asked certain people. Obviously, she couldn't let that kid's comment slide. "You think I'd need my quirk to fight a purse snatcher?!"

"Well, I don't know how you'd dodge a missile without your jumping," Izuku shrugged, knowing perfectly what he was doing.

"I wouldn't be a pro if I couldn't! And I'm not gonna take that from a brat who'd shit himself in an actual stressful situation!" The rabbit hero argued. Oh, if only she knew.

"Being a pro doesn't mean anything. I'm stronger than most of them already," The tall boy scoffed arrogantly.

Miruko narrowed her eyes in annoyance. There was no way this kid was serious. She knew that it was his first day at UA, but they should have done something about his arrogance already! She noticed his gaze, too. He looked down on her and didn't even hide it! Swiftly, the rabbit hero looked around, noting that there was no one around. The civilians fled, and there were no pro heroes. Time to teach this brat a lesson.

"Why don't you prove it, then, kid?!" Miruko called out to him, making the horned boy pause.

"What are you talking about?" Izuku asked curiously. He had been taunting her on purpose, to see what he could get out of it and check how short her temper was, but he didn't actually know what to expect.

"Let's have a quick fight here! Before any cops or other pros come! If you wanna talk, then you gotta be able to back up your words! I'm sure UA will teach you that, at some point, so I'm willing to give you a free lecture in advance!" The tanned woman smirked as the tall boy arched an eyebrow.

"Alright… I doubt that you're suggesting a full-on fight, though. What are the conditions?" He questioned.

"Well, obviously. Like I said, I'm only doing it to teach you a lesson. Pro heroes shouldn't have too much pride, or else the villains will use that," She explained, nearly making Izuku scoff at the irony. "You're just a kid who started UA, so I won't go too hard on you. All you need to win is to land a good hit on me. That's it," She suggested.

"Hm, hm. Seems easy enough," He arrogantly replied, making the rabbit hero's eye twitch again. Clearly, she couldn't wait to put him in his place. "What do I win?"

"Huh?" She perked up in confusion.

"Well, what do I get out of this? What do I win if I beat you?" He clarified. He already had a pretty good idea in mind of what he would ask for, and… he believed it would work. All because of her pride and ego.

"Kids these days are so greedy," Miruko sighed. "Whatever you want," She answered. It wasn't like he'd land a good hit anyway. She'd give him a good tap, strong enough for him to surrender, and she'd go on her way. She only wanted to teach him some manners, after all.

"I see… Then I want you to flash me your tits," He said without a hint of hesitation.

"W-What?! What the hell?!" Miruko gasped, expecting everything but this. She'd thought he'd ask for money, maybe an autograph, or to come to a birthday! Damn those freaking hormonal teenagers! "You little, pervy brat! Are you crazy?! There's no way I'm showing you my tits! Who do you think I am?! Even if I could, it's not easy with that suit, damn brat!" She gestured to her leotard.

"Then let me grope them," Izuku replied casually as if it were obvious.

"Fuck off! I'm not doing that!" Miruko retorted, only for the horned boy to turn around and walk away. "Hey! Where are you going?!"

"Leaving. There's nothing fun about fighting someone who already knows they'll lose," He replied with a shrug.

"And where did you hear I think I'll lose?" The tanned woman snapped.

"Clearly, you think you're going to lose if you deny my prize so vigorously,"

Miruko paused again. Damn it. That little shit got her again. But he wasn't wrong. So what if he was a pervert? She was going to agree to give him any prize anyway, since he was obviously going to lose to her. If she wasn't going to lose anyway, then she might as well promise him anything.

"Damn it, alright! I guess I'll flesh you or something. Now let's fight before someone gets over here!" She finally relented. With his back turned to her, Izuku smirked to himself, then spun around.

"Fine. I'm ready whenever you are," The greenette spoke, motioning for her to come at him.

"I'll try not to hurt you too much," She smirked, stretching her legs. She was truthful. He was still a kid, and she didn't plan on going too hard on him, so she would be holding back. Besides, she didn't need to beat him to an inch of his life to teach him a lesson. She wasn't crazy.

The pro heroine dashed toward him, using her powerful legs to hop like a rabbit, going faster than most people would have by running. Yet, Izuku didn't move from his spot. He didn't look worried at all! Miruko gritted her teeth, clicking her tongue at his arrogance. Right when she reached him, she hopped to his level and spun on herself to deliver a kick at his neck. He already knew she'd hold back out of reluctance from hurting him, so he just tilted his head to the right to expose his neck and make it easier for her to kick it.

"What?" Miruko exclaimed in shock. Sure, she was holding back, but she also used enough force to bring a guy of his size down! What was that kid made of?! Before she could even react, too distracted by her own shock, Izuku punched upward. The pro heroine gasped loudly when his fist buried itself into her abdomen, punching the air out of her lungs as pain travelled through her entire body. She spat out saliva as she was thrown in the air and landed a couple of seconds later on her back, slamming into the concrete. "Ugh… Fuck…" She held her stomach. He punched like a truck! "Don't think I'm done…" She muttered. Okay, now, she was prepared.

"Oh, but you are. You said that I only needed to land one good hit, and I did," Izuku reminded her, making her freeze.

He… He was right. That was the condition that she set. No way… She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe she'd lose so easily… Why did she let her guard down?! No! She had been an idiot! And now… She widened her eyes, also remembering the prize she promised him.

"Now… about what you promised," He said. Miruko clenched her fists.

"You, dirty brat… Fine… a deal's a deal, I guess…" She grumbled.

A few minutes later, the two of them were in an alley, away from potential unwelcoming gazes. Miruko had made sure the purse snatcher would be handled by the police, too, before following the tall boy. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. With a stupid kid of all people, too. What kind of training did he have to be so tough? No, it was her fault. She let her guard down, and maybe giving him such a light win condition was a mistake.

However, she was a woman of her word. She didn't want to be called a coward for going back on her deal. But she wasn't lying when she said that flashing her tits at someone would be hard with her suit (after all, she never planned on doing something like this). She couldn't just move her suit aside. So, after taking a bit of time, she managed to partially get it off. The top part of her leotard was down at her waist, revealing her entire bare torso.

She couldn't help but blush at the compromising position she was in. She didn't even know how long she was going to flash him, but it was too late to think about it now. Meanwhile, Izuku admired the view. Her suit was skintight, so he already knew what to expect, but it was pleasing to look at.

The heroine had large breasts, though they certainly didn't beat 10t's, not that he expected to ever see any woman with tits as huge as hers. Moreover, Miruko's body was evidently athletic. It wasn't just muscular thighs, but the upper body as well. Her abs, fully visible thanks to her lowering her suit, were a little bruised from the punch he delivered earlier.

It was a shame she chose to flash him instead because he would have gladly groped her. Nevertheless, he knew it was only a matter of time. His encounter with her had taught him something valuable about her. He already knew how to break her.

"So? Are we good, now? You look like a real creep, staring at me without saying a word…" Miruko muttered, not meeting his eyes, ashamed of having to do this. Rare were those who saw her naked, after all. Even if she wasn't fully nude, this was still too much.

"Would you rather have me say something perverted?" Izuku arched an eyebrow in confusion.

"Never mind, just… Just get all your staring done, so we can get this over with," Miruko scoffed in annoyance. "Probably the only time you'll ever see a woman's tits anyway, brat," She taunted him, though he didn't respond. He didn't feel the need to, as he had nothing to prove. Sooner or later, he'd be groping those breasts while she'd submit to him. Soon. Eventually, the rabbit heroine began putting her suit back in place. "Alright, that's enough, pervert! Feels like you've been staring at my girls for hours! And you better not tell any one of your little friends!" She grumbled. Oh, she hated him. It was plain to see. She hated him at their first meeting, and Izuku couldn't be more smug about it.

Miruko was known as a thrill seeker, and she loved a good fight. She said it many times during interviews, going as far as to say that she'd only marry a guy who could beat her and that was why she'd never get married. Quite arrogant of her, but who was he to talk? In any case, meeting someone as strong as him would normally excite her; the challenge alone would make him her rival. However, he was not only a kid, but he also made her flash her tits after provoking her. Obviously, she didn't care much about the challenge anymore. She even owned a gym equipped with a ring where people could fight, and she'd occasionally be there, too. Now, that… was something he could be invited for.

"They wouldn't believe me anyway," The green-haired boy shrugged. His friends at UA wouldn't believe him, but the ones working for him at the lair were another story. "It was nice meeting a pro hero of your caliber, but I've got somewhere to be," He said, ready to walk away.

"Now hold on a second!" Miruko suddenly stopped him in his tracks, her suit now back in place, though clearly done in a hurry. "Walking away from this is way too easy!" She pointed a gloved finger at him. "I've got to admit that you're stronger than I thought. Really, I'm impressed. Especially since you're a kid. It's a shame you're a disgusting pervert. But I can't let this end in my loss! I want a rematch at some point, and with new terms,"

Well, now… This was going even better than expected. Ah, yes, a plan was definitely forming. Though… To execute it would be difficult. Not impossible, but difficult.

"If you want to. The result likely won't change, though. Give me your phone number," He instructed, only for Miruko to laugh mockingly.

"As if I'd give you my number, squirt! Nah, you give me your number, and I'll call you whenever I'm ready to go," She retorted, waving her pointer finger at him. This was a little disappointing, but he supposed he could accept that. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave it to her after spending a good minute unlocking it.

"Here, that's my number," He showed her his screen. The rabbit heroine quickly input in her phone, then saved it in her contact list.

"There. You better get ready, brat. I won't go easy on you next time," Miruko warned him. Without further a due, the pro hero bent her legs and bounced off the walls of the alley until she disappeared on the roof.

"Huh. Who would have thought I'd be meeting her of all people here? Well, I wasn't planning on starting to deal with her so early, but I guess that will do," He spoke to himself. Now… To go back home.

A few minutes later…

"Welcome back! You're right on time! I just finished the katsudon!" Inko greeted him as he took his shoes off and came in. "How was your first day at school?" She asked with a smile.

"I had a class with a naked chick," He casually replied as he sat at the table for dinner, while his mother paused.

"Oh. I didn't know UA was so… lax with their dress code," She mumbled. "Did you make any new friends? How are they? I hope none of them will be a bad influence on you. They won't, right?" His mother suddenly bombarded him with questions. "You know that you need to be careful around them,"

Izuku paused, simply humming at her remark. Now… That was something he hadn't heard in a long time… His mother always had a certain… distaste for pro heroes. She didn't seem to outright hate them, since she had no issues with him trying to be one (even if he was only pretending), but she had been quite vocal in the past. Nevertheless, she hadn't done that in years.

He remembered one of those moments… When his father was out on patrol…

Flashback

Izuku was at his desk, doing his homework. The many training sessions he had with his father didn't prevent him from being studious, and his grades hadn't been badly affected at all. The particular exercise he was working on now was about choosing what you wanted to do later in life and explaining why. An essay of sorts, though for kids his age, the school didn't ask for anything too complex. His mother, who carried a tray of cookies, walked up behind him.

"How is your homework going, honey? I prepared some cookies for you since you're working so hard!" She smiled gently, placing the tray on his desk.

"Thanks, Mom," He replied, not diverting his eyes away from his paper. Inko leaned over his shoulder to look at what he was writing, her eyes trailing every one of his words. The shift in her expression had been subtle, but noticeable once she realized what his dream profession was.

"Oh, you want to be a hero, honey?" She asked innocently.

"Yeah," He answered dismissively.

"You know, you don't have to do it just to make your father happy," She pointed out.

"I know, but I want to do it anyway," Izuku retorted. His mother remained silent for a few seconds, then gently patted his head.

"Well, if that's your dream. Just remember to be careful… Pro heroes aren't as well-liked as you would believe. I wouldn't want you to be in trouble…" When he finally looked back at her with a questioning gaze, the older woman continued. "Sometimes people with big smiles and shiny costumes aren't always the good ones… Heroes help people, yes… but there are rules, and people in charge, and not all of them care about what's truly right. Sometimes… they care more about looking good than doing good. You'll understand more when you're older…"

Izuku stayed silent, staring at her. Without a word, he went back to finishing his homework. No, he wouldn't be affected so easily.

Yet… "You'll understand more when you're older…" She had said that, but gave him the same old lessons multiple times throughout his life as he grew older. Always the same story, though he never commented on it. He let her speak, just as he always did. Besides, her words were never too direct. Of course, he didn't exactly disagree with her. It would be hard to, considering how his father was like. He had always wanted to change the world; only the means he wished to use changed.

"Don't listen to your father, Izuku. You should fight for what you want,"

"Did he hurt you? Is his training getting rougher? I… I'm so sorry, Izuku… I wish I could help, but I'm not strong enough… Maybe when you are… You could…"

"Your father was a bad man, Izuku… But he wasn't the only one to blame. Being a pro hero changed him… It went to his head,"

"You don't have to be a pro hero to help people,"

Flashback end

Indeed, he had heard variations of those many times. All throughout his life. He wanted to scoff. He wasn't doing this to help people. He wasn't changing the world to make it better for the masses. He never wished for that. He wanted a world that suited him and those like him. The strong. The truly strong. Not some bureaucrats hiding in offices. He didn't despise pro heroes as a whole, but mostly the government. However, he loathed their weakness.

If there were any heroes in his world (and he hoped there would be, just so that he would always have fun, always be challenged in fights to the death), they would all be powerful, standing on top of the food chain, stronger than the majority of pros there was now. Even after fulfilling his goals and ambitions, he wouldn't stand living in a boring world.

"I'll eat the katsudon, then I'll change. I need to go out for something," He said, keeping it vague.

"Alright, just don't stay out too late," Inko smiled, sitting across from him.

Izuku simply replied with a hum before starting his dinner. He could never quite figure out what was going on in his mother's head, though he supposed the same went for her about him. They weren't the type of family to share their secrets with each other. Even if she had an idea of what he might be doing, she certainly didn't know much about it.

A couple of hours later…

Haō sat in his throne, where he was in the company of several of his underlings. Vortex had just finished his report, notifying him of the success the portal maker had with the heroine, Mt Lady.

"Good job, Vortex. This is only the start, but soon, she'll be the shield we'll use for any of our activities in her sector," Haō praised the man, who nodded gratefully. If all went well, Mt Lady would be nothing more than a dirty cop, though… Even then, he'd have plans to change her more. She annoyed him that day, months ago, and extorted him. He still hadn't forgotten. He was going to make her his slut and put her in her place at some point.

"Are you going to meet her?" Himiko asked curiously. Clearly, the blonde wanted to have some fun with the pro, from what Izuku could see in her eyes. It seemed that turning her own mother into a whore got her a new fetish.

"Someday. When I believe the time is right," Izuku responded.

"That's all well and good, Boss, but I also had sights on a pro heroine. She's been snooping around in my turf, well, yours, but you get what I mean. I want to capture and bring her here! I know our customers have been dying to have another pro to fuck, and they're getting tired of 10t's giant melons," Tangleweaver interjected with his arms crossed and a wide grin on his face. Leech, who was standing nearby, nodded excitedly like a lecherous dog.

"Is all you people think about sex?" Shade Wielder grumbled with visible disgust on his face. It wasn't that he was against prostitution, slavery, or rape. Oh, he was a scumbag, and he knew that. If he had money and status, he was okay with everything, unless his ego was damaged… Like when Haō humiliated him so badly and killed his men. In any case, he was simply tired of hearing his 'colleagues' constantly talk about the same things.

Before Tangleweaver could retort, Haō spoke up.

"Is she a minor pro?" The draconic villain inquired, to which his underling nodded.

"She is. Don't worry, her disappearance wouldn't cause any major scandal. Honestly, capturing her shouldn't even be a problem since she doesn't seem that strong," Tangleweaver assured.

"Then feel free to capture her. And make sure no one can trace her location back to here," Haō permitted.

"Thanks, Boss! And don't worry, I'll let you get the first taste when I bring her!"

"Now, any other business to attend to?" Izuku turned to the others.

"It's about our income, Haō-sama," Vortex stepped forward. "We've been earning a lot, but we're also spending a lot, too. We're still profitable, don't get me wrong, but we aren't just bribing Mt Lady, but several cops as well. And our drug dealing operations have also slowed lately, so we haven't been earning as much while the cost remained the same," He explained.

"I have to admit that we haven't sold most of our custom drug either," Tangleweaver frowned in annoyance.

"Same for the arms deals. Even though my performance has been boosted thanks to the territory and resources we got from Lei Xue, it slowed down considerably," Shade Wielder added with a faint glare. "I delegated a lot to the two men I had before you… disposed of them," He said. Yes, Izuku faintly remembered killing them when he subjugated those gangs at that meeting. He would let Shade's tone slide for now since they seemed to have been his friends, but he had better speak with more respect in the future.

Haō turned to Zhong Liu, as if asking for suggestions.

"I think our problem is that we have a large territory, but don't take advantage of it, Master. When we were all separated into gangs, we had less territory individually, but competition and war drove us to surpass ourselves. Most of all, the clients had diverse options to choose from, and there was always much activity in the black market. But now that our operations have expanded so much, it's easier for pro heroes to crack down on some of them, and our client pool is limited, too," Zhong Liu explained while Haō listened along. "We have a foot in Nagoya ever since taking over the mafia and their operations, but as I said, we have limited activity over there. I think we need to expand even more, preferably to other cities to avoid… colliding with the biggest players here,"

"I assume you already have something in mind," Izuku mused.

"I know about a few gangs in other cities, and even did some research with the resources we got from the mafia. Two groups in Nagoya had previously had dealings with the mafia. There's a gang dealing meth in Hamamatsu, and a gang dealing weapons in Gifu," Zhong Liu listed.

"What about Tokyo?" Izuku inquired.

"I'm sorry, Master, but I believe that would be getting ahead of ourselves. Tokyo is far and too large for now, but we can expand to it at a later time," Zhong shook his head. "What will you do with them?"

"I can't afford to leave for other cities like that and make so many trips since I've got UA now. I'll leave it to some of you, so try to make deals with them. We'll work together for now until I put them in their place and make them my dogs,"

"So, business deals for now?" Zhong asked.

"Yeah, I'll let some of you deal with that directly," Izuku answered.

"Oh! Let me go to Gifu, Izu-kun! I'm sure they'll accept any deals with my natural charm!" Himiko bounced on her feet excitedly.

"Sure. Since they're weapon dealing, you will accompany Ace, Shade," Izuku ordered.

"As you wish," Shade bowed his head.

"And I can go to Hamamatsu, Haō-sama," Lifebane affirmed confidently. "I'll have Gravito with me,"

"Guess me and the boys will go to one of the gangs in Nagoya," Tangleweaver raised a hand.

"As long as you get me results, I don't care who goes where," Izuku grumbled.

"Then allow me to take care of the second group in Nagoya, Master! I won't disappoint you!" Arsenal perked up. "I'll take a few men just in case, but I should be fine even alone! I wouldn't even be surprised if they begged to work for you, Master, after I tell them about you!" He exclaimed like a zealot.

"Just get me a business deal. I don't care how you do it," Izuku sighed in annoyance. "Now, if all of you have nothing more to say, get out. Except you, Ace," He ordered, waving his hand.

"Guess Boss doesn't wanna drink with us today," Tangleweaver remarked while walking away.

Once Izuku and Himiko were alone, the blonde turned to him and climbed on his lap, resting her back on his chest.

"So, how was UA? Anything interesting happen?" The blonde inquired curiously.

"Heh, nothing much. We had a battle training, which I aced, of course. And I started making a few connections," He replied.

"Oh! Please, tell me we're going to have other cute girls on the team! Or at least, sluts!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"I'm working on it, but I have yet to meet students from other classes," Izuku answered, making Himiko hum.

"I can't wait! I've never had as much fun before as I have ever since we started this! I don't think I can even imagine how crazy things will get when you finally change the world," Ace giggled.

"What if it's nothing like how you imagine it? What if it's not to your liking? You've been working to help since the beginning, but truthfully, even you don't know how much I'll actually change this world," Midoriya tilted his head with an impassive expression.

Himiko responded with her typical, wide, and wild grin as she spun around and put her hands on his chest.

"I'm going to like it no matter what, Izu-kun. Because you'll make it, and that's all that matters. You're the only one who can understand me," She blushed, showing her fangs. "It's also thanks to you that I got revenge on my parents. It's so funny to think about… That my mom is probably choking on dicks right now," The blonde chuckled amusedly.

"Hmpf, you're one sick and depraved girl," Izuku commented, making her giggle.

"Yeah, but that's what you love about me, don't you?" She said, licking her lips. "I know how you can get after a fight… I bet you weren't satisfied with it, right? So why don't I take care of you?" Himiko offered, sliding her hand into his pants.

"Heh. You sure know me well now," Izuku smirked.

And with that, Himiko didn't need any more words before doing as she wished and unzipping his pants to reveal the massive shaft hiding inside. As usual, she had the pleasure of experiencing what felt like an eternity of lovemaking, each time making her the happiest girl in the world.

The next day, at 8 AM, Izuku was back in class. Their homeroom teacher, Aizawa, just told them to sit down while he placed his bag on his desk.

"So, now that I have your attention… I'll briefly talk about your battle training from yesterday. Some results have been… Disappointing," He said coldly, making most of the class shiver. "Mineta, you should focus on the enemy instead of your classmate," He told the grape boy, who yelped in surprise at being addressed so suddenly. Izuku did remember that Mineta spent most of the exercise staring at Yaoyorozu's ass. Well, he couldn't fully blame him, but it was stupid to get distracted in battle. "Ashido, you did the opposite and completely ignored your partner. As for you, Aoyama, you were more focused on looking good than fulfilling the objective. Bakugou and Todoroki, you have no sense of teamwork. And as for you, Midoriya, control your strength unless you're planning on levelling buildings to stop muggers," Aizawa listed most of their faults without wasting a breath.

"Scary…" Kaminari muttered to himself while shivering.

Izuku furrowed his brows, but didn't say anything.

"Now, we'll be doing something different for this class," Aizawa turned to face the blackboard to write something on it. "You'll be electing a class and vice president," He revealed after writing 'Class President Election' on the board.

"So normal!" Many of the students exclaimed.

"But how are we supposed to pick a class president? We don't know each other that well yet," Asui pointed out with a hand on her chin.

"Do as you wish, but I don't need to take part in it," Aizawa replied, already slipping into his sleeping bag.

Izuku held his chin, pondering it. He was tempted to be class president since… Well, it just made sense. He was a natural-born leader. Everything would always go well with him in command, and he also loved having those positions of authority. Unfortunately, he couldn't just beat the class into voting for him, and he was afraid that having too many responsibilities would take up too much of his time.

"As class president, will we have to interact with the other class in the Heroics department often?" Izuku asked Aizawa before he could go to sleep.

"Of course," He sighed.

"Then I'll run for class president," Izuku declared almost immediately. That way, he'd have a valid reason to see the other class and interact with them. He hoped the female students were on par with the ones in his class.

"Then I am, too! Everyone should vote for me!" Bakugou nearly jumped on his desk as he screamed.

"I'm in, too!"

"Hell yeah! I wanna be class president!"

"If I'm elected, all girls will have to wear shorter skirts! 18 inches above their knees, at least!"

Izuku sighed. So, everyone was running for class president. Hm, this was going to be annoying…

Eventually, Iida convinced the class that they should all vote in an orderly manner. Everyone would be running for president, and the two people with the most votes would be the president and vice president. They all had 10 minutes to write who they were voting for on a piece of paper before giving it to Iida. To the tall boy's displeasure, it was anything but quiet since the students chatted with each other while Aizawa didn't seem to care.

Obviously, Izuku wrote down his own name. He was pretty sure most of the students were going to do the same, but he would remedy that. First, his gaze settled on Mineta, who was just about to write his own name… before the horned boy grabbed him by the head and lifted him.

"H-Hey! What are you doing, dude?!" The midget complained.

"I want you to vote for me," He simply said as Mineta stopped struggling in his grasp and looked at him curiously.

"Why?" He blinked.

"Do you believe you'll win? Be realistic, people won't vote for someone who's openly a pervert," Izuku argued.

"You don't know that!" Mineta huffed, crossing his arms offendedly. "Besides, even if that's true, I've got no reason to vote for you specifically!"

"Consider me a kindred spirit," Midoriya revealed, much to Mineta's shock.

"A kindred spirit?" It was like his eyes suddenly gained a shine.

"Indeed. That suggestion with the skirt? Maybe I'll try putting it in place," Izuku offered, though he doubted UA would ever accept. This promise was solely for his benefit.

"Alright! I'll vote for you, then! But you better keep your word!" Mineta assured as the horned boy dropped him to his feet.

"Oh, and convince blondie here to vote for me as well," He gestured to Kaminari with his chin. "Kindred spirits gotta help each other,"

"You got it, pal! And I'll tell him about the skirts!" Mineta affirmed with determination before swiftly running to the blonde lightning user.

"Now… To find another easy target," Izuku scanned the room until he found Kirishima, who was talking to Mina. Without another word, he approached the redhead. "Kirishima," He spoke to attract his attention.

"Hey, bro! What's up?" Kirishima asked enthusiastically.

"Yo, Midori!" Mina greeted him as well, though they had both already done this that morning before class started.

"I wanted to ask if you could do me a favor and vote for me," He told Kirishima after acknowledging their greeting with a nod.

"Sure! Someone as manly as you has gotta be perfect to be class president!" The redhead pumped his fist.

"Thanks. What about you, Ashido?" Izuku turned to her.

"I don't know, I kinda wanted to vote for myself, Midori. I was class president once in middle school, so I'm thinking I would do a good job," Mina said, leaning back with her hands behind her head.

"Alright. It's just that this is important for me, but I don't want you to feel like you need to vote for me. Feel free to vote however you want, and may the best student win," He said with a small smile. Mina didn't reply, but her eyes softened after hearing the first part of his sentence. When Izuku left, Kirishima turned to his pink friend.

"You're definitely gonna vote for him, aren't you?" He grinned.

"Well, yeah! Did you look at his face when I said I wouldn't? I felt so bad for him!" Mina retorted, breathing out.

"I don't know, he didn't look that sad to me," Kirishima shrugged.

"That's because you can't read micro expressions," Mina shook her head with an arrogant smile as if he were a lost cause.

On Izuku's side, he went to Uraraka this time. The girl was staring at the blank piece of paper, blushing while she did. Curiously, he stood behind her and stayed silent, watching over her shoulder. After a few seconds, she finally began to write… Midoriya Izuku. With a satisfied nod, he went back to his seat. Including his own vote, he'd have at least six points. He supposed it was plenty enough to be elected.

He was a little surprised that Ochaco voted for him without being prompted to, but he certainly wouldn't complain. No, that only meant that affecting her like he wanted to might be even easier than he expected.

After some time… Izuku stood in front of the class, with Momo by his side. The girl looked disappointed, and it was no wonder. The blackboard behind displayed the students' names along with the number of votes they had received. Most had a single point, and others had zero. Momo had two. However, the draconic boy had eight votes, outclassing everyone else by far.

"Then, it's decided. Midoriya will be the class president, and Yaoyorozu the vice president," Aizawa announced to the class lazily.

"Congratulations to both of you, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu!" Iida exclaimed, though he was visibly disappointed that he hadn't received a single vote.

"Yeah! You go, Midori!" Mina added. Behind her, both Mineta and Kaminari looked at their president with determined and perverted gazes, likely happy to have a fellow pervert as the class president.

"You two will receive your assignments later, along with the class presidents from class 1-B," Aizawa turned to look at Izuku and Momo.

"Yes, sir," Momo confirmed, though the president remained silent.

"Damn it, who the hell voted for that scaly asshole?!" Bakugou screamed, only to be castly ignored.

"Enough," Aizawa silenced the class. "Go back to your seats," He ordered so that they could continue the class.

Several hours later, the bell finally rang, and the classroom began to empty as students poured into the halls for lunch. Izuku took his time, not because he needed to, but because it allowed him to watch the flow of his classmates and note who gravitated toward whom. Some groups were already forming. He could see Yaoyorozu and Jirou together, Koda and Shoji talking. Of course, he was accompanied by his own group, too. Uraraka, Iida, Ashido, and Kirishima. Kaminari and Mineta weren't too far behind, hanging together and giving him eager thumbs-up as if the three of them had just pulled off some great coup.

When they got to the cafeteria, they slid into their seats. Kirishima plopped down across from him, Mina beside him on the right side, and Ochaco on the other. Iida sat by Kirishima's side. Surprisingly, they were even joined by Hagakure, who noticed when floating clothes sat at their table.

"So, Mr. Class President," Mina teased, poking her fork at him. "What's your first big plan for our class?"

"I'm willing to take suggestions," Izuku snorted.

"I think we should all have longer gym classes!" Kirishima immediately suggested. Again, Izuku doubted he had the power to change something like this. Actually, he didn't know how much power he had, but he didn't believe it was a lot.

"In any case, I am happy you won, Midoriya! You are highly deserving of such a privilege, which is why I voted for you!" Iida interjected with a wide smile.

"You voted for Midori, too, Iida?" Mina asked. "He got so many votes! I'm pretty sure we all voted for him, but that only makes six, so who are the last two?"

"H-Hey! Why do you assume I voted for him?" Ochaco sputtered with a blush.

"Oh, please," Mina snorted dismissively.

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

Without notice, Izuku suddenly stood up, his plate already empty.

"Oh, you're already done, Midoriya?" Hagakure inquired, looking up at him.

"Yeah, I wanted to look around UA a little while we don't have any classes," He explained while Mina continued to tease Ochaco in the background.

"I know it's UA, but it's still a school, what's there to see?" Kirishima arched an eyebrow.

"Hm, who knows?" Izuku shrugged before leaving without another word.

He couldn't tell them that he wanted to observe UA's structure and see if any other students caught his eye. His prime targets were in the Hero course, so that was around only 40 students with potential in his generation. However, he wouldn't simply dismiss the other hundreds of students in other courses. If any had potential, they had value, and he wanted them.

Nevertheless, the best course after the Hero one was undoubtedly the Support course. His legion had many underlings, with diverse expertise, but he had to admit that he didn't have anyone especially talented with technology. Even he didn't that much about it. He may have been academically intelligent and a genius in combat, but he couldn't cover every field.

Now, though, he needed to find the support course… Even if most of them were at lunch, he could still stumble upon something useful in their class. As he walked through the hallway, only meeting a few students, he came across a couple of classes, though they didn't seem to be from the support course. What even was their class? He was sure he had read it on UA's pamphlet… Class H, he believed…

"What are you still doing here?!" Someone shouted in annoyance. Thankfully, it wasn't directed at him. Izuku's ears immediately perked up where the voice source was, leading him to a heavy metal door, unlike any of the ones leading to a regular classroom. On top of the door was a sign with '1-H' printed on it. How curious, he found it.

"I just needed to finish up on this, Loader-sensei!" An enthusiastic feminine voice replied, which only served to make the male, presumably a teacher, groan.

"Oh, no! I don't want a repeat of yesterday by leaving you alone! This is your second day, and you're already causing too much trouble! You can finish your project in our next class, but no working during lunch! Now, out! Out!" The teacher, likely Power Loader, ordered loudly. With a thud, the door slightly opened, just enough for a person to pass through the gap, before someone was shoved out.

"B-But, sensei!" The girl whined as she was thrown out, only to slam into Izuku and fall back. "Ouch!" She yelped, falling on her back just as Power Loader closed the door behind her. "Ugh… Did I hit a wall?" She grumbled while rubbing her head and sitting up. "Oh!" The pinkette exclaimed once she realized what she had hit was a person.

Izuku's gaze wandered all over her, studying her appearance. Pink hair, clothes covered in soot, a black tank top, gloves, with a jacket tied around her waist. Despite the filth on her, she was beautiful, though he could never complain about someone showing the result of their hard work. And just as he was saying that, he needed someone who knew their way around technology in his group. Hm. The draconic boy couldn't stop his smirk.

"Hey, I'm Midoriya Izuku," He introduced himself as he helped her to her feet with a hand. "I think we were fated to meet,"

"I don't believe in fate, but nice to meet you, I guess, big guy," Hatsume shook his hand, not seeming particularly interested. After all, she was just thrown out of her workplace. He could respect that. "I'm Hatsume Mei,"

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