Chapter 95

As he had promised to do so after his return to Japan, the first thing Izuku did after helping Melissa get settled into her room was set out to meet Rumi. Fortunately, Melissa had wanted to get a jump start on the projects Nezu had assigned her, so after promising he would show her around the following day, Izuku boarded the earliest train heading in the direction of Ōkunoshima, reaching the outside of Rumi's home nearly four and a half hours later.

("I really need to get my Provisional License...") thought Izuku, making his way into Rumi's traditional Japanese house without bothering to knock or call out. Rumi had permitted him to enter freely, and since it was only 9:28 AM, he knew she was out on patrol. Thus, after dropping off his gym bag in her surprisingly tidy room, he entered the one adjacent to feed and pet her four rabbits.

*thump*

Hearing the telltale thump that generally preceded Rumi's arrival, after idling about in her room for the better part of two hours, Izuku stepped out into the corridor to meet her halfway.

Though she had already determined it was Izuku in her home using the Party's proximity function, Rumi feigned surprise, raising her brows before casually remarking, "Look at you...already treating this place like it's your own."

Fairly certain it wouldn't have any adverse consequences, Izuku calmly asserted, "You might not belong to me in the truest sense, but you're my woman until we 'both' stop breathing. Now, bring that beautiful brown ass over here..."

Adopting one of her characteristically predatory smiles, Rumi retorted, "Cheeky little shit..." despite making her way over and Izuku being much taller than her. His growth spurt had tragically started to peter out, but he was currently 177.8cm, nearly a full head taller than the 159cm rabbit girl.

With Izuku hefting her up by her ass, Mirko allowed him to kiss her, linking her arms around his neck and shoulders before eventually doing the same with her trap-like legs after the kiss lingered for more than a few seconds. From there, Izuku carried her back to her room, nearly falling through the bamboo partition as things got fairly intense 'very' quickly...

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After a 'cursory' thirteen rounds, Izuku gently caressed Rumi's head and ears as she used his chest and body as a pillow, absentmindedly listening to his explanation about the breaches until he asked her outright if she'd like to lead the Special Task Force.

"That damned rat..." muttered Rumi, more than a little annoyed that Nezu had spoiled her surprise. Then, in response to Izuku asking her to be the Special Task Force Commander, she replied, "I'm barely willing to sit your weak ass. What makes you think I'd want to watch over a bunch of brats in a literal life-and-death situation?"

Raising her face to meet Izuku's gaze, Rumi asserted, "You should dick those old hags from the Pussycats and put them in charge. They usually get put in charge of large-scale rescue operations, so they should make half-decent babysitters."

Adopting a wry smile, Izuku asked, "Why does it feel like all the women in my life are pushing me to have sex with other women...?"

Instead of answering Izuku directly, Rumi asked, "Do you not want to? I thought you had a thing for older girls."

"I definitely do..." replied Izuku. "But I already have eight, maybe even nine girls willing to fuck at the drop of a hat. Hell, if the two of us didn't live apart, I imagine we'd be fucking like rabbits every day. I'm surprised you're okay with 'sharing' me at all..."

Catching Izuku a little off guard, Rumi pointed out, "That's the problem, fool. Most guys can only shoot out maybe 2-3 times a day and would get sick of having sex all the time. You're like some kind of sex monster, able to keep fucking like a machine even when pitted against multiple women. If I didn't have those brats as a buffer zone, I wouldn't be able to remain a Hero..."

Though she didn't say it outright, the hungry look in Rumi's eyes revealed to Izuku everything her words didn't. She was essentially saying that if he didn't have other women, they would potentially spend all day, every day fucking. In other words, she would be a slave to his cock, setting aside all other aspects of her life in the pursuit of satisfying a desire that only grew more powerful as she had sex...

Caressing Rumi's pure white hair, Izuku's eyes narrowed as he mused, "I find myself becoming fonder of rabbits each time we meet..."

Rolling her eyes, Rumi returned her head to Izuku's chest, nestling closer to him as she muttered, "Anyways...it's obvious your Quirk has given you a disposition suited to fucking, just like mine makes me horny all the fucking time. You'll also have an easier time keeping everyone else in line if you're actively dicking the people in charge, so go to town..."

Finished with what she had to say, Rumi closed her eyes, suppressing her desire to resume fucking by attempting to take a nap. Izuku's scent made her want to rub her nose against him and lick the sweat from his body, but with a belly full of baby batter, Rumi wasn't as 'ravenous' as usual. Rather, she actually felt a bizarre sense of 'contentedness,' especially when Izuku ran his fingers through her hair...

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After his day trip to Ōkunoshima, Izuku spent the rest of his time before the Summer Training Camp accompanying Melissa around the campus or watching her work. She had already completed a prototype of an AT using a ludicrous piece of technology called a Synthesizer, functioning similarly to Momo's Creation Quirk but requiring the actual materials you wanted to synthesize, so he was helping her test them out while learning to use the Autocad-like software used to operate the borderline magical machine.

While observing Izuku skating around and across the walls of one of UA's many training rooms, Melissa, observing various data streams on a tablet, remarked, "There is too much tension on the ankles, especially when you change directions while moving quickly. If an average person were to try wearing them, their ankles would snap like twigs..."

"You're not wrong..." replied Izuku, feeling a growing pain in his ankles even though he was using Blackwhip to reinforce himself. It only took around 4000N of torque to snap the average human femur, and he was experiencing nearly five times that whenever he tried changing direction or sliding to a stop. He could severely decrease these forces by spinning or striking an object linearly, allowing the suspension system to eat most of the energy, but that was impractical.

"We could try redesigning them to function more like greaves," suggested Melissa. "You would lose a bit of mobility by not being able to move your ankles freely, but spreading the burden across the calf and incorporating secondary and tertiary support systems will make them a lot safer."

Shaking his head, Izuku contended, "I believe it's more of an issue on my part than a genuine design flaw. My spatial awareness and control aren't lacking, but this is essentially my first time skating. Once I get used to it, I'm certain the torque issue won't be a concern. Besides, if we make them too easy to use, they could cause some major issues once they enter the market..."

Understanding what Izuku was referring to, Melissa suggested, "We could install a limiter within the engines or include an automatic shutdown if the suspension system surpasses a certain threshold. That way, people won't be able to use them to flee or leap from high places when escaping crime scenes."

"You know people are more resourceful than that," argued Izuku. "While I'm all for including those restrictions, we both know it won't even take a day or two for people to jailbreak them. We could incorporate software to monitor, analyze, and track users, but without a secure network, it could be hijacked by Villains searching for 'rare parts.' That's one of the biggest problems with a technology like this. The more convenient and accessible something is, the sooner it is adapted, evolved, and taken advantage of by those who wish to stand above others..."

Though he doubted things would progress the same way they had in Air Gear, largely due to the presence of Quirks and the existence of the Meta World Transversal phenomenon, Izuku didn't disregard the possibility as he was presently living in an anime-themed world. Rather, after meeting a building-sized Goddess and being shoved into another person's body, he didn't discredit the possibility of 'anything' occurring...

Shaking his head, Izuku added, "The more powerful an AT is, the more inaccessible it should be to ordinary people. That might create a disparity between the weak and the strong, but that's how the world has always been. The important thing is ensuring that those at the top are stalwart, righteous, or idealistic. With the world on the verge of an unprecedented crisis, Heroes will be more necessary than ever..."

"I understand," replied Melissa, her expression portraying her conviction as she scrapped her ideas to make ATs as convenient and safe to use as possible. Instead, she started viewing them as weapons or mobility-type armaments, military-grade equipment that would be used by powerful, superhuman individuals venturing directly into the breaches or responding to crises around the city...much to the chagrin of Izuku's ankles...

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With the first week of Summer Break coming to a close, giving way to the second week, the students of Classes 1-A and 1-B were asked to gather at the front of the school, preparing to board the shuttles that would take them to their 'undisclosed' training location. Class 1-A was missing one of its usual members, Aoyama, but, far more notably, two 'new' people were present, both of which Izuku recognized...

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Name: [Katsuki Bakugo]

Title: Party Invitation Required

Quirk: Explosion

Bond Level: 94

Current Level: 30

Effective Level: 63

[Attributes]

Strength: 63

Agility: 44

Vitality: 233

Intelligence: 84

Dexterity: 92

Luck: 118

Free Attributes: 150

[Perks]

Party Invitation Required

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Name: [Himiko Toga]

Title: Party Invitation Required

Quirk: Transform

Bond Level: 92

Current Level: 16

Effective Level: 59

[Attributes]

Strength: 25

Agility: 22

Vitality: 235

Intelligence: 85

Dexterity: 29

Luck: 201

Free Attributes: 80

[Perks]

Party Invitation Required

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Though Bakugo just clicked his tongue when his gaze met Izuku's, Toga was similar to mushroom-themed Komori from Class 1-B, becoming like an excited puppy as she rushed over to him and exclaimed, "It's so good to see you, Izuku-senpai! And guess what, guess what!? We might be in the same Class from now on~!!"

Adopting a wry smile, Izuku feigned ignorance and realization as he replied, "It's good to see you again. If I'm not mistaken, you're the Vice President of my Fan Club. Himiko Toga, was it...?"

Cupping her visibly flushed cheeks, Toga's breathing became noticeably heavier as she muttered, "He remembers my name..." in an inadvertently sensual tone. She wasn't trying to be erotic, but that was the impression everyone got when seeing her gaze at Izuku like he was a piece of choice meat...

While making a mental note to speak with Nezu to ensure Toga didn't end up in his Class, Izuku questioned, "Weren't you doing well in the Business Course? What made you want to switch Departments...?"

Though it was obvious what her motivations were, Toga half-turned from Izuku, staring at him out of the corner of her eyes as she coyly replied, "It's a secret..." in her characteristically husky tone. Fortunately, as she and Bakugo were among the last to arrive, escorted by Aizawa, Izuku was spared from having to deal with the overly sensual fangirl for too long as they were promptly instructed to board the buses. Toga boarded the shuttle with Class 1-A alongside Bakugo, but because they weren't actual members, they sat at the front of the bus, the former initially pouting before learning that the latter was 'childhood friends' with the boy she idolized...

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(A/N: RIP Traitor-kun...)