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 Chapter 34: Level 34

His bed was lumpy.

Izuku gave a long half glare at his rather annoying alarm before he pulled himself to his feet, letting the alarm blast for a few more seconds before he finally silenced it. It was all he could do to set the mood as some kind of a once hopeful hero turned Yakuza chef. He needed to get up early, perform his carefully constructed routine and then get to work.

While going by another name.

Surrounded by a special case of criminals.

All while trying to uncover whatever plans Overhaul was up to.

Fortunately, if there was one thing that movies had taught him, is that people generally trusted the people that made their food. Or was that bartenders? Was he going to serve alcohol? Wait. He was underaged. That was—

Oh. Right.

He was working for the Yakuza.

Still, they hadn't asked him to do that yet, but the first two days were more about accepting him into the family and going over what was expected of him, an extensive background check, and being introduced to a few members of the family. So far, he had only been in the underground portion of the base once.

But part of him knew that was where he needed to be.

That was where he would find something.

At least where he thought that he'd find something; there was just no way he was going to find anything in the top half of the house. At least nothing that Overhaul didn't want him to find. But as far as criminals went, it was kind of hard to say that these guys really were. They had this sense of honor about them, they were going to protect their family.

They were still criminals, though.

Izuku stood from his bed and examined the small—extra, extra small—apartment he was staying at. The T.V. sat on a milk crate, the kitchen and bathroom were basically fused into one slightly awkward living space. He missed walls. He missed his girlfriends. Whenever this mission was done, he was totally going to find some way to spoil them and cuddle them and— wait, he was the one risking his life! He should be the one being spoiled.

And now he was pouting. Great.

Still, he wondered what they were up to right now.

"Oh yeah," he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror. The blond-haired, blue-eyed man that stared back at him looked like such a foreigner to him. There was almost no trace of Izuku on the outside. Even though his hair was still a bit on the messy, long side, Minato's wasn't as curly, bone structure was different as well, making his face less round, even his freckles were completely gone.

They really did a great job with it.

He brushed his teeth and checked the date on his phone. "The sports festival is soon."

XXXX Three weeks ago XXXX

"So, you're going undercover as a Yakuza chef, and you need me to make you a disguise?" Momo raised an eyebrow, crossing her legs and folding her arms. She looked down at the tray of sweets he had made for her and glared at them. "I knew you were trying to bribe me."

"Hey." Menu reached for one of the sweets, only for Momo to smack her hand away. "Don't act like you won't do it just because Izuku asked you to."

Momo took a sweet and smiled. "I know, I just wanted to make it clear. But, uhh, why can't you just make him the skin, Menu-chan?"

His quirk just shrugged. "The stuff I generate would mostly just be clothing and probably, like, an animal part, maybe. But I think that you'll be able to make a more drastic skin by using your quirk. I mean, you did make that white-haired cat girl skin for—"

Momo reached across the table, slapped her hand over Menu's mouth and looked around the dining room. Itsuka was currently reading a book on the couch, her headphones in while she was topless. Shoko was shamelessly staring at Itsuka's chest and didn't seem to even be aware of anything around her. Nejire was somewhere else.

"Don't spoil her present," Momo hissed in Menu's ear before letting her go.

"Uhh present?" Izuku asked, technically his birthday was the closest one while Itsuka's was just two months after his, then after a few days it was Momo's turn. Was she really planning their birthdays out so far out in advance? Did she already have his present? Wait, he was getting distracted. "But anyways, do you think you can do this?"

Momo blinked, sucked her lip slightly and then nodded. "Yeah, but, I need to have a good idea of what you'll look like when I start making it. With Nejire's requests it's pretty easy, she just already has the clothes or even a picture and we go from there. Even a small change like hair or eye color has been challenging for me."

"I don't think a change of clothes or a different hair color will really work for this." Izuku sunk into his chair and hummed. He wanted to avoid spawning another dungeon, largely because he just didn't feel like going through that right now but also because the dungeon reward might be something more permanent, and while Shoko might have wanted to be a girl, he couldn't say that he really wanted to change his body permanently.

Besides, he worked hard for his muscles!

Speaking of muscles, Itsuka walked up to the table, her abs on full display and glistening, the oh so very short shorts she was wearing hid nothing, leaving her completely exposed. And her cute perky breasts jiggled when she grabbed one of Momo's sweets and plopped it into her mouth. She had taken to just remaining topless after her post-workout showers, not that Izuku could complain, and from how Momo was looking, it was only a matter of time before it began to spread. "Why don't we give Izuku a make-over to help you? I mean, it's mostly visual that's stopping you from making a new skin, right?"

"Like with lipstick?" Shoko asked, moving to lean on his shoulder. Her long tail wrapping around his arm and pulled it up towards her head. With a roll of his eyes, Izuku did his boyfriend duties and rubbed his cute fox-girlfriend's ears. "I still don't know how to put that stuff on. Can I practice?"

"Uhh, I don't think we want Izuku looking like a clown." Momo gave a soft laugh.

Menu bounced up and finally snagged a sweet; the small plate was rapidly depleting. "Speak for yourself. It'd finally make his outside match his insides."

Itsuka snickered. She only smiled and rolled her eyes when he gave her a light glare.

"I don't think looking like a clown would help at all. I need to look like someone that would want to join the Yakuza, someone down on their luck, maybe a bit thuggish, and, uhh, not like me." He gestured towards himself. "Well, not that they know what I look like, just, in case they go digging."

Shoko mewled under the unrelenting ear rubs, her tail slapping the side of his chair. Really, she was starting to look a bit lewd with how she was smiling. Wait, were ear rubs foreplay? "We could turn you into a girl."

"What?" He moved his hand away only for her to grab it and keep on her head. "You're not serious right?"

"I don't know," Momo leaned on the table, smiling ear to ear. There was a sultry, almost predatory look on her face as she drummed her fingers on the table. Who knew an attractive, busty woman wearing a pink shirt could look so sexually intimidating? "I think you'd make a cute girl, and I bet we could have a lot of fun with you. I know Nejire would."

"I'm with Izuku on this, as much as I like you girls as girls, I prefer Izuku with his dick." Itsuka nodded and walked over to the side opposite of Shoko.

"I mean," Menu pushed up her red framed glasses and gave him a smile that was as messy and tangled as her purple hair. Every part of this pantsless gremlin just felt so twisted right then. But then again, she was the literal manifestation of the thing that had nearly driven him insane. "Futanaris are a thing."

"What's a futanari?" Nejire came through the entrance way, carrying her school bag. It took her two steps before her regular school clothing changed into whatever skin she wanted, today, she was a sexy tennis player.

Menu was the first to answer. "Oh! It's where a girl has a dick."

"Oooh, that sounds like—"

"Can we please not give Nejire any ideas?" Izuku slapped his free hand onto the table and pointed at Menu. "I'm not turning into a girl, end of discussion. Now then, can we please get back on—"

"Sexy Cat Girl Skin," Itsuka muttered and then grabbed his free hand, moving it towards her freshly sprouted orange cat ears. She began to purr immediately.

It was at times like this that he wondered if he had actual girlfriends or just pets. He glanced at her chest. Okay, yeah, they were his girlfriends.

"Oh." Itsuka's face went red. "Uhh, go on, just uhh, yeah, keep scratching, I can still, oh yeah, that's the spot, I can still listen like this. Right, Shoko?"

"Hmm?"

Izuku rolled his eyes and smiled. "Alright, so, a make-over, right? Then you'll be able to make a new skin?"

Momo shrugged and grabbed onto her arm, materializing a blonde wig. "It's worth a shot."

XXXX Current Time. XXXX

"Hey, Chef, man, you got anything that'll cure a hangover?" A tall, lanky looking man with pale skin and dark black hair with sporadic clumps of grey and white stumbled into the kitchen Izuku was operating out of. He reeked of alcohol, and looked to still be feeling the effects of whatever he drank last night. Or this morning. The man was old, one that Izuku didn't recognize from the impromptu tour he was given of the main house, but from the way he wore the suit, he seemed like an older member of the family. "The old chef could wipe something up that stunk like hell and could sober me up something quick."

The man half fell onto the counter as he went to sit down, the few other members that had came in for an early lunch were happily munching on the breakfast he made them—basic stats that he could control, just pure stamina and health recovery, weaker, but they weren't going to get a random dye job. He slumped against the counter and let out a long, tired groan.

"Uhh, sure, give me a second." Izuku almost went to use his quick cooking ability, something he had nearly done a dozen times already, but that wasn't one of Minato's quirks, so instead, he started to make it the old fashion way. He scrolled through his now vast library of recipes and found two recipes that might do what he asked for. "You want liquid or solid?"

"Guh, liquid, Chef, liquid! What kind of hangover cure is solid?"

Another member nodded.

"Alright, alright," Izuku gave a jovial laugh that really didn't sound like it belonged to him. But that was to be expected. Momo really went all out with this skin. He started to make the simple fruit juice drink, that said it would cure intoxication, and went about his business. There was a chance that something like this would have a slight side effect, but Izuku would know what it was. Hopefully if there was anything, it was just a different tongue color.

[Item: Scurvy Dawg De Fucker

Category: Drink, wait, are smoothies drink or food? Foonk. It's a foonk.

Effects:

+10 Hp

+10 Stamina.

Minor Energy Boost 1 hour

Cures Headaches and Stomach Aches.

Random Effect: Speaker of Truth 10 minutes.]

Speaker of Truth? Did he just accidentally make a truth serum in the middle of an infiltration mission in the form of a fruit smoothie? Well that was convenient. Even if it was currently fizzing. Still, he looked over to the other members and the two more than came in as well. There was no way that he was going to be able to ask about anything suspicious with everyone else around.

He placed the smoothie in front of the older member and smiled. "One Minato Hangover Cure, for your drinking pleasure."

The old man pulled his face up off the counter top and looked at the drink, blinking at it like it was some strange creature before sniffing it, his tongue popping out like a child being told to eat something they didn't want. "That's fruity as fuck kid. A good hangover cure makes you want to barf it all up just by looking at it."

"Trust me." Izuku folded his hands in front of his chest and put on his best thug face. "It'll work."

The man groaned and took a sip. Life instantly returned to his eyes and he looked like he was bursting with energy. "Woah kid!" He took the time to lick his lip. "That's good, but are you trying to give me cavities? Because that is way too sweet, where the hell did you even put the chocolate in it?"

"That's part of my quirk, my food can heal a bit and give you a boost, but it might end up tasting strange and there could be random effects. But hey, it worked, didn't it?"

"Yeah! I'll say. That's got some good kick to it too." The man took another sip and smiled, his poster getting more relaxed like he wasn't in complete agony. "You said your name was Minato right? I'm Tora Tanaka, I'm one of the old members of our family, glad to see Kai's improving our recruitment."

Kai, most members referred to Overhaul as Overhaul or as the Young Boss. For Tora to be so casual about it he might be a bit higher up. "Who does he normally recruit?"

"Oh, no one bad, well I mean, they're a bit on the thuggish side, but they're loyal, all good kids." Tora turned in his seat and nodded to a few other members that were looking at him with wide eyes. "Hey, don't act so surprised, this is how I normally act when I'm not drunk. Or hungover. Or pissed off that I'm not drunk. Actually this might be the first good mood I've been in since The Boss got sick."

"The Boss?" Izuku raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know that Overhaul was sick."

"Huh oh, the only sickness that he has is his germaphobia, but that's just how he's always been." Tora waved his hand about. "But it's not him I'm talking about. I'm talking about our Old Boss. He's still alive, taken by some sickness, Kai watches over his granddaughter, but she's-"

A loud cough came from the other side of the room, silencing Tora.

"Right, right, well, yeah. Probably shouldn't get too deep into all that, muck." Tora smiled up at him, still nursing his smoothie. "Glad to have you on board Minato, you got one hell of a quirk and-"

"Hey!" Tora stood from his stool a wide smile on his face. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! You said your food can heal right? Like you made this smoothie and I feel great! My hip isn't even bothering me either. Do you think you can pull someone out of a coma?"

"Tora." The small creature that was barely up to Izuku's thigh stood in the doorway, his body was entirely black save for the white-sewed on mask that served as his face. This was the Manager of The Family. Mimic.

"Oh. Uhh, sorry, just got a little ahead of myself." Tora placed the smoothie down and headed for the door. "Sorry about that Mimic, the new kid, he's got a lot of promise, ya know?"

Mimic just nodded and walked off with Tora down the hall.

So.

The Boss was still alive, and there was a granddaughter hanging about that was taboo to talk about.

[Izuku Midoriya: Hey, Menu, can you send Nighteye some info for me?

Sys-admin: Yeah! Sure! Oh! Should I encrypt it or talk in code? Oh! Should I call him!?

Sys-admin: Momo, make me a burner phone!

Momo Yayorozu: Uhh, no, we're not being tracked by them, you can just call or email Sir Nighteye normally, besides we're busy.

Sys-admin: Boo, you're no fun. So you want me to tell him about the old man and the girl?

Izuku Midoriya: Yeah, thank you. Let me know what he says.]

If he could heal the old boss, then maybe he could put a stop to Overhaul? Still, coma's were tricky.

AN: I thought this chapter might be boring, but it was actually really fun.