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Chapter 16: Level 16

It was easier if she just didn't think about them.

Sure, part of her was happy that they were happy togeather, they were her friends, but at the same time, she couldn't help but want to scream her fucking head off.

Momo sighed and tried to tune out those thoughts of Itsuka and Izuku - as long as she was focusing on something she was less likely to think about it. It wasn't right, it wasn't like either of her friends had known about her feelings; she didn't even tell Itsuka. If she was dating one or the other, how would they feel? Izuku would probably be surprised, Itsuka might be a bit angry, but she doubted the girl would be bothered by it for long.

But Momo wasn't like Itsuka, they were both wired differently, so for the month since Itsuka and Izuku had been official, the thought of them being together had consumed her entirely. Her grades slipped, she couldn't make anything, she couldn't focus, she lost a few pounds, and she got like no sleep.

Then she kinda snapped.

"Staff!" Alfred called from her side, the soft mat of the recently renovated gym her parents had made were already slick with sweat.

Momo spun back from her training partner, who just so happened to be Alfred's niece. Sakura was a woman of average height, with pink hair, petite build, and could pack one hell of a punch. Alfred tossed the pink haired woman a staff, and Momo responded by making her own.

Just in time to parry Sakura's strike.

[You have parried an attack, you have taken 2 damage.]

Normally the strikes would deal upwards of ten damage, hopefully that meant she was at least improving. Momo shifted with the momentum, and tried to slam the opposite end of her staff into her opponent.

[You have dealt 0 damage to the brick fucking wall, this is better than your previous record of zero damage to the brick wall. Playing with your melons does not count as a strength exercise.]

Sometimes she hated that quirk.

"Sword and board!" Alfred called again, once again tossing a set of foam covered objects to Sakura who caught them with ease, before charging towards Momo.

Momo sighed and tossed her staff to the side, having just enough time to create a shield capable of blocking Sakura's sword. Only for a shield to slam into her exposed stomach with the force of a freight train.

[You have taken 15 damage. You are passing out.]

Fuck.

XXXX

"So let me get this straight." Shouta Aizawa, one of the many pro hero professors at U.A. pinched his nose and let out a long depressing sounding sigh that sounded like he needed a cute girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or both. Oh and they needed to have sex.

Ooh that sounded like a good idea! Hmm, maybe she should talk to her party?

But first boring stuff, Nejire straightened in her seat, she'd been in the councilor's office a few times before, but this was one of those rare times where she was in trouble. Actually, it was the first time. "Yes Sensei?"

Aizawa-sensei sighed again his shoulders going slack as he looked at the paper in front of him, then towards her once again. Specifically her chest. "You found someone whose quirk made your chest larger."

"Oh! Is that what this is about? Yeah! His name is Izuku Midoriya!" Nejire leaned back in her seat feeling a weight off of her chest. Well not really that weight was still there but that was a fun weight! "Yeah, his quirk does a lot of fun stuff, because of him I'm a G-cup now. I think they look good on me, what do you-"

"We're not here to talk about your breasts, Hado," Aizawa-sensei growled.

Ohhh, he must be one of those people that didn't like boobs. "Then why are we here?"

Aizawa-sensei sighed again. He did that a lot he must be depressed. "Because we have received several complaints from both students and faculty alike."

People were complaining about her? That was strange, most people just thought she was kind of annoying if they didn't like her. Wait, were people just jealous of her boobs? She used to be jealous of boobs, but not anymore! "About my boobs?"

"No!" Aizawa-sensei's eyes lit up and he glared at her, his weird scarf thing somehow floating around like a snake ready to strike. Weird, how'd he do that? He sighed and ran a hand through his long black hair. "Well actually slightly, you see we do have something of a dress code here, of late you've been showing off an excessive amount of cleavage, even customising your shirts so that you could do so, and you have shown up in several questionable outfits."

"Oh! Those are my skins! I've been looking for them, you want to see this new one I found at the hot springs? It's a towel that won't come undone unless I want it too!"

Aizawa-sensei's head hit the desk and he tossed her a very large T-shirt. "Nevermind, just wear this for the rest of the day and stop showing so much cleavage."

It was a plain white shirt with the U.A. logo on it, the kind they gave out at the gym. Nejire just shrugged and put the shirt on. "Like this, sensei?"

Aizawa looked up and glared at her. Then at her chest. "How did you do that so fast?"

"Do what?"

"That!" He pointed at her chest.

"Oh! I told you! Izuku's quirk!"

"No! Not that kids perverted quirk." Aizawa-sensei stood and pointed directly at her chest. "That!"

"Oh!" Nejire looked down and poked at her exposed flesh. "My boob window?"

"Yes! Your boob-" Aizawa-sensei looked like a defeated man and sat back down. "Your boob window."

[You have inflicted 200000 mental fatigue damage to Shouta Aizawa, he will be needing a vacation after this.]

Or a good sex buddy.

[Or a good sex buddy]

"Oh! It's a skin!" Nejire took off the large shirt and watched as her normal clothes showed the exact same triangular shaped hole right along her cleavage, the hole was just big enough that she needed to use both hands to cover it. "It's really useful because it lets me use a super useful feat Izuku got me."

"Feat?" Aizawa asked now digging through the desk. He pulled out a bottle of booze and a glass.

"Yeah, it's called Boob Space." Nejire stuck her hand into her cleavage and thought about her note book. She felt in appear in her hand and she pulled upwards the boob window stretching just enough to let her large notebook slide out. "Because my boobs are so big I can store a lot of stuff in there, I also have a spare hero costume in there, pencils, some food, my wallet, and a baseball bat!"

She also had booze, but Aizawa-sensei didn't need to know that!

Aizawa-sensei just blinked at her. "And can you turn off the boob window?"

"Yeah! It's really easy. Disable boob window!" And just like it was never there her boob window vanished and was replaced by her usual clothing like nothing had even happened to it.

"I see." Aizawa began to pour himself a drink. "Unless you're actually using it, try to keep it disabled then? Do that and you're excused."

Hmm, remembering to turn it off might be tricky. Oh! She should ask Izuku if there was a feat that let her switch skins faster! "Okay, I'll try Sensei."

"Oh, and one last thing Hado," Aizawa took a swig directly from the bottle. "Has Midoriya applied here?"

"Uhh, I think so, same with Itsuka, and Momo, I think they're all getting ready for the entrance exams in a few months." They'd all been pretty busy so far, well not really, it was more like there was a fucky love triangle going on with Izuku and Itsuka dating, and Momo wanting to date both of them. Why couldn't they all just be happy to be with each other?

Hmm, once they move into the dorms she should do what she could to make things right between them. Oooh, if she got with Izuku too then she could have two super cute girlfriends too!

Score!

Oh right, she was still in the office. "Why?"

"Just wondering if I should transfer is all."

XXXX

"You know what they say, right?" All Might stood in front of him, beaming with pride. "There's a difference between something you were born with out of pure luck and something you won after busting your ass for it! Puff out your chest and be proud, my boy! You earned this power fair and square!"

Izuku could hardly believe it, after nearly a year, all of his hard work was finally about to pay off. Day after day of training, working out, and cleaning a beach, it was over. No. This was just the beginning, he'd still have to work hard once he got All Might's quirk, maybe even harder. But now, now he could finally be a hero.

"Yes yes, get on with it." The tall, bespectacled man that All Might had showed up with pushed his glasses up and looked down at Izuku with a less than neutral look. With green hair with yellow streaks and a slick white suit, the man's slender form dominated the area in a different way than All Might did. This was All Might's Side Kick; Sir Nighteye, "We're running out of time."

"I was getting to it, Mirai." All Might huffed and handed a singular long hair towards Izuku. "Now eat this, young Midoriya."

"Huh?" Izuku looked at the hair, then Sir Nighteye, then back at All Might. "Huh?"

Was this a joke?

Sir Nighteye made an annoyed grunt. "It really doesn't matter how you just need to consume some of his DNA, and a hair is the least gross way to do so."

"Oh, uhh, alright then." Izuku grabbed the hair and brought it to his mouth. This was not what he was expecting at all.

[Warning!]

He tried to ignore his quirk.

[Warning! Warning! Warning!

Third Party Software detected!

Warning! Warning! Warning!]

Huh? What was it-

[Error]

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[Error 401 Unauthorized Software is attempting to install itself.]

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[Quarantining 3rd party software!]

Pain rang through Izuku's head as the error notifications flooded his visions, blinding him and stopping him from so much as even thinking. He couldn't see beyond the screen of errors, couldn't even breath. Was time frozen again? Why weren't they going away?

[3rd party software has been Quarantined.]

The notifications went away.

The only thing louder than the silent ringing that followed was the absence of a hair between his fingers, the lack of tickling in his throat. All Might was looking at him confused, while Sir Nighteye was looking at… Itsuka?

Itsuka stood to Izuku's side, hand around her throat as she coughed. Her long orange hair was down, and she looked to be getting ready for the entrance exam until she was summoned here. She looked at the three of them and blinked tears at the edge of her eyes. "What did I just swallow?"

[Itsuka Kendo has been affected by Doom Foretold.

Duration 2y 153d 11h]

Izuku blinked, a lump forming in his stomach. What just happened?

AN: I'm sure a lot of you are going to hate me for this. But I ask of you. I want to finish this story. I want to finish it the way I want to. So if you're going to shout or yell at me, just leave I don't want to hear it