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“Why don’t we try going over this… one more time.”

“Okay! I love talking about quirks! They’re super fascinating! Especially mine!”

Yaoyorozu Momo nodded slowly as she stared down at the impossibly perky verdette in front of her. So far, her first day at UA High School had been… interesting, to say the least. There’d been some rather uncouth arguing between two of the students, which Momo had thought would be beneath hero hopefuls. There’d been a bit of gossiping between three of her fellow girls, which she’d been left out of much to her dismay. And then the teacher had swept into the room and ordered them all out onto the athletic field for a quirk assessment test. Which was rather unorthodox of him, but admittedly more interesting than sitting through orientation.

Getting to see her classmates' quirks in action had been fascinating, but the true benefit of the test had turned out to be the fact that they were allowed to socialize. Ashido Mina and Hagakure Tooru had introduced themselves almost immediately, and Momo found both of them hilarious albeit a bit louder and more energetic than she was used to. Jirou Kyouka seemed nice, although it was hard for Momo to get a read on the quiet and somewhat aloof girl. Asui Tsuyu likewise seemed friendly but was even harder to read because of her inexpressive face, and Uraraka Ochako seemed a bit shy and awkward around Momo but friendly enough.

Oh, and there were a bunch of boys in the class with her, but Momo didn't pay them much mind aside from committing their names to memory for propriety's sake.

And then there was Midoriya Izumi. The girl was breathtakingly gorgeous, even in a class of fairly attractive girls. She stood out from the others both for her natural beauty and for her eclectic fashion sense. Momo was pretty sure that it was considered… decora kei if she recalled correctly? Bright colors and cuteness, and an array of jewelry that she was reasonably sure violated the uniform code in at least five ways. It was a fun and girlish look for a bright and energetic girl, and Momo sincerely enjoyed it.

But Izumi’s beauty was tempered somewhat by the fact that... oh, was there a polite way to put this? She, erm, seemed a bit less quick-witted than the others? She was a lovely girl, don’t get Momo wrong. But she didn't seem to catch on to things very quickly, and Momo had noticed Mina explaining things to her in hushed tones a time or two. If not for her staggeringly powerful quirk, Momo would have wondered how she made it into the hero course. As it was, she found herself uncertain how the girl would avoid flunking out. They were expected to perform adequately in a number of core academic classes, after all.

At the same time, Momo couldn't deny that she was attracted to the girl. Hopefully in spite of her intellectual deficiencies, although the ravenette found herself wondering if perhaps it was because of them. Opposites were supposed to attract, at least according to the manga that she'd read, and Momo was a very intelligent young woman. Was her fated opposite... a girl like this? Was she destined to be morosexual?

But even as she enjoyed being in Izumi's presence, Momo did her best to learn more about the girl. After watching the girl closely - perhaps a bit too closely - through eight events, the ravenette was left with more questions than answers. And she hated that. She thrived on understanding. On comprehension. And Izumi and her quirk simply made no sense to the ravenette. “So. You lay your hands on something to activate your quirk. And then it… ‘goes blrbrbrb’.”

Beaming up at Momo, Izumi held out her hands. “Make something for me. I’ll show you.” Always more than willing to show off her own amazing quirk, Momo pulled out her sketchbook, flipped through a few pages until she found the basic materials section, and then dipped her fingers into the page. Sparkles jumped around her fingers as she pulled a simple block of metal out of the paper and handed it to Izumi. And then she watched in undisguised awe as the smaller girl touched it, the surface rippling in an unnaturally fluid way before reshaping itself into a small plush of Momo herself. “See? Blrbrbrb!”

Reaching up, Momo pinched the bridge of her nose. Her entire existence thus far had been structured around the fundamental truth that knowledge was power. The more she knew, the further she’d get in life. And in turn, that the better she understood her quirk, the more versatile it would become. The further she would be able to stretch it. The more ways she would be able to do good with it. Which was essentially true of most every quirk, but was especially true in her case. Her quirk had intricate nuances that Momo was continuing to explore to this day. And yet here was the most cheerfully stupid person Momo had ever met, casually violating everything Momo knew about quirks. And… “Please tell me your utterly astounding quirk has a more dignified name than ‘Blrbrbrb’.”

“Yuh huh!” Momo’s jaw dropped as the doll rippled and reformed into an actual living bird of some species that possibly didn’t naturally exist, Izumi tossing it into the air to send it on its way before offering a peace sign. “I call my quirk Overhaul. Oh! But I don't just want to talk about me. Tell me more about your quirk too, Yaoyorozu!”

Flipping to another page, Momo decided to show off a bit by reaching into the paper and pulling out a brilliant red cardinal to compliment Izumi's creation. The bird lingered on her fingers for a few seconds before alighting and flying off into the pleasantly warm afternoon. "It's called Animate. I can bring any art I can touch to life, albeit for only fifteen minutes at present. Which is a considerable improvement from when my quirk manifested. Constructs barely lasted a minute when I was a child. But if it exists as an illustration? Then I can make it reality."

Izumi's green eyes went wide and she leaned forward in excitement. "Can you make a lightsaber?"

The corner of Momo's mouth quirked upward and she nodded smugly. "I can, yes." Science fiction dominated almost the entire middle third of her art book, sorted by property, and she quickly found the Star Wars section. She actually had her pick of lightsabers and decided to animate one of Maris Brood's distinctive tonfa sabers for Izumi. Snapping her book shut, she spun it agilely in her hand before presenting it to the verdette. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Izumi bounced excitedly and Momo blushed faintly as the girl's low impact sports bra proved to be insufficient to restrain her enthusiasm. "Snap hiss!" She caressed the saber lovingly before pushing the activation stud, and a brilliant beam of red light erupted from the emitter. Izumi cooed happily as she bounced backward several steps and then began waving it around her body. "This is literally the coolest thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life!"

Grinning widely at the girl’s enthusiasm, Momo repeated the action and pulled a second lightsaber out of her book. “I do believe the saying is… take two, they’re small?” Izumi eagerly snatched up the second weapon and ignited the blade, before launching into a surprisingly skillful display of weapons handling and acrobatics. Momo cocked her head to the side as she watched. “You’ve done this before.”

“Yuh huh!” Izumi blew a bang out of her eyes as she grinned and bounced in place. “With prop weapons. I love Star Wars. Have you ever wanted to be a Togruta? I can turn you into a Togruta.” Momo could safely say that she had not and so she shook her head slowly. “But even my quirk can’t just… break science like yours can. I’m kinda jealous. This is amazing.”

That gave Momo an opening to ask a question that was burning inside her and so she took it. “Have you ever considered that maybe you simply need to learn how your quirk works and then you’ll be able to do such things? Knowledge tends to be power when it comes to quirks, Midoriya.”

Izumi thought about that for a moment and then shrugged helplessly. “I mean, I don’t think so? Like, I don’t know how to make dolls. Or birds. And I can. I definitely don’t know how to make Togruta, and I can. Maybe there’s something about lightsabers that just… doesn’t actually exist in real life and so that’s why I can’t make them? Star Wars uses lots of made up words.”

“That and even if her quirk did work that way? Kawaru here is too stupid to learn how to use it properly.” Momo let out an affronted gasp on Izumi’s behalf as Bakugou Katsuki strode up to them, reaching up to ruffle the verdette’s hair. When Izumi pouted up at him, he raised his hands defensively. “What? You’re awfully dumb.”

Izumi brought her own hand upward and Bakugou abruptly backed away from the girl, making her grin smugly. “Kacchan, it sounds like you’re asking for some quality Masama time. Does Masama want to come for tea with me after school?”

Clearing his throat, Bakugou tugged nervously at the collar of his shirt. “Which is to say, I suppose, that Kawaru is a perfectly wonderful person who just happens to be less academically oriented than some people.”

Cocking her head to the side, Izumi studied the blond. “Is that just calling me stupid but in big words?” Rather than respond, Bakugou darted away as Izumi lunged at him with outstretched hands, making Momo snicker quietly. The two were clearly friends, that much was already obvious after only a day in class together with them. But what an odd friendship. Izumi let out a soft huff before turning to Momo and winking. “You would like Masama. Kacchan makes a very pretty girl.” Momo arched a brow at that. “I may be dumb, but I’m pretty sure you’re gay.”

Momo let out a soft gasp at that, bringing her hand up to her mouth as she blushed darkly. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Midoriya.”

“First of all, call me Izumi. I feel like if you’ve been staring at my chest for a few hours, we’ve reached that level.” Izumi grinned and gestured down at her breasts. “Second of all… Yaomomo, you need to animate some sunglasses so nobody can see where you’re looking. Or maybe be more subtle? Either or.”

Momo continued to blush furiously at the gentle criticism, squirming in place. It wasn’t entirely her fault. She was in fact very gay, but had little exposure to the fairer sex. Now she was surrounded by half a dozen other girls, and they were all so pretty! Who could blame her for, err, enjoying the sights? Izumi didn’t seem to entirely be blaming her? Honestly, she seemed more amused than anything else. But at the same time? “I will endeavor to be more discreet in my admiration for your beauty? Also… Yaomomo?”

Giggling, Izumi waved dismissively. “I mean, I have the best body that I can blrbrbrb. You don’t do that sort of thing if you don’t want people to look. But at the same time? Like, girl, you need to calm down. I thought you were going to get a nosebleed from how hard you were staring at me.” Turning, she waved her hand to get Ashido Mina’s attention. “Kimina, back me up. She was staring at me a lot today, wasn’t she?”

Mina looked back and forth between the two of them before grinning mischievously. “I ship it. Mostly because the boob squish would be the stuff of legends. Like, they’ll literally write stories about it that are passed down to future generations.”

The comments came just as Momo’s blush was starting to recede, and the ravenette felt her cheeks flush hotly again at Mina’s words. Her breasts were fairly sizable for a girl of her age and build, yes, while Izumi’s happened to be even larger despite the girl being shorter. While Momo was not particularly familiar with the concept of ‘boob squish’, the name was fairly self-explanatory. She pictured herself pressed chest to chest with Izumi in a tight embrace and… slowly reached up to wipe away the blood trickling from her nose. “I see.”

“But also yeah! You’re Yaomomo! Because I honestly don’t care if you stare at me, I want to get to know you! You’re neat!” Izumi turned and gestured toward Mina with one of her lightsabers. “And Kimina! Like as in princess!”

Mina darted in, carefully avoiding the humming red blades as she glomped Izumi from behind. “That’s the best nickname I’ve ever gotten! So much better than…” Turning her head, she shouted in Bakugou’s direction. “Raccoon Eyes!”

From over near a cluster of boys, Bakugou flipped the rosette off. “Then don’t look like a fucking raccoon, Raccoon Eyes!”

Biting her lip, Izumi looked back at Mina and giggled softly. “He’s got you there.” Mina let out an offended huff, and Izumi used her quirk to merge the mass of her two lightsabers and then transform the collected matter into a stuffed capybara balancing a yuzu on its head. “Aww, don’t be like that, Kimina. Here. Have a plushie.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, and then Mina snatched it out of Izumi’s hands. Resting her chin atop the plushie’s head, the rosette continued to pout. “You’re lucky I can be bought.”

Izumi made a heart with her hands as Momo eyed the plushy contemplatively. Would the overhauled construct continue to obey the rules of her quirk and disappear after fifteen minutes? Or had using the verdette’s quirk on it somehow intrinsically altered the very nature of her animation? Because if it turned out to be the latter? The two could make an immensely powerful and versatile hero duo.

“So. Yaomomo.” Izumi grinned impishly as she let her hands drop to her sides, leaning in toward the ravenette. And improving the view. The girl knew exactly what she was doing, Momo realized, and was doing it completely on purpose. “Are you single?”

Sputtering softly, Momo took a step backward. “That’s very forward of you, Izumi! And… well yes, I am. But that’s still very forward of you!”

Izumi waved dismissively. “Well, I mean, I wanted to make sure that you’re not one of those gross people who’s taken and just had a wandering eye. That’s icky. I may be fun to look at, but I do have standards. But I noticed you looking and I’m into it. And you seem really cool. And you’re single. And so am I. So do you want to go get some tea?”

On one hand, Momo positively adored teas. She was a tea connoisseur. She would absolutely, positively never say no to a good cup of tea. At the same time. “But we just met. Isn’t this rushing things a bit?”

“Okay but if I take things slow? That’s wasting time that could be spent dating you!” Izumi flapped her hands anxiously, staring up at Momo with wide green eyes. “Like, I want to date you! I want to date you a lot!”

Momo let out a soft gasp at Izumi’s bold declaration. “But we barely know each other, Izumi. We literally met today.”

Nodding in agreement, Izumi continued to flap her hands. “Okay but I already know that I like you! You’re taller than me, or taller than I like to be. And I like that. And you’re just really pretty overall. Your hair. Your eyes. Um, Yaoyoroppai. I like all of that. Your smile makes me want to smile. And makes me want to make you smile more. I like that. And you’re really smart! And I’m not! And so I want to like, bask in the greatness of your amazing mind. Oh, and I kinda wanna see your tattoo. Girls with tattoos are hot.” She petered out, thought for a few seconds, and then nodded decisively. “So yeah. I like you. I like you a lot. So we should date.”

A bold but decidedly heartfelt confession. Just like in the manga she read. Momo offered a soft smile that grew wider when Izumi perked up and smiled brightly at her. “Well, I’m flattered by all of that. I feel very… seen, I guess is the best word? You make me feel like the center of your world, and I find myself genuinely enjoying that sensation. So… I believe that yes, I would enjoy getting some tea with you this afternoon, Izumi.”

Izumi pumped a fist into the air excitedly. “Yes! Oh my god, yes! I finally have a date!” She darted in, gave Momo an enthusiastic hug, and then pulled away so that she could point in her friend's direction. "Hah! Kacchan! I have a date! You may turn out to be the number one hero, but I'm the number one dater!"

Scoffing dismissively, Katsuki waved his hand. "Enjoy, Kawaru. I'll just be over here learning how to be the greatest hero in the world while you're over there kissing up on Easy-Bake Oven."

"Don't lie, we both know that if I didn't like Masama more than you, you'd date me." Izumi turned to Momo and winked, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Girls are just better, am I right?"

They were indeed. Well, they weren’t going to get that date if they stood around the edge of the track all day. Aizawa had dismissed them. It was time to depart. And so Momo gestured for Izumi to follow her, smiling bemusedly as Mina gave chase. Evidently the rosette was invested in their romance at this point. She noticed Izumi struggling to keep up a bit and cocked her head to the side curiously. “You mentioned that I’m taller than you like to be. Are you short on purpose, then? If so, why?”

Izumi shrugged nonchalantly. “Smaller girls are cuter? Or at least I think that I’m cuter when I’m smaller. You being tall is super attractive, but it’s not for me. I don’t know, when I’m a boy I’m something like… I think one sixty-six? Taller than Kimina, shorter than you and Kacchan. Not really a fan. So I sorta just pull things downward when I blrbrbrb myself.”

There were several interesting tidbits packed into that explanation. For one, Izumi evidently had complete control over her appearance thanks to Overhaul. Momo had assumed as much based on one of her previous comments, but this confirmed it. Why she didn’t do the same over any male form she assumed, Momo wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it hadn’t occurred to her? Although that made her wonder… “Are you a boy who turns into a girl, or a girl that turns into a boy? Not that it materially affects things, but I do find myself curious.”

Bouncing excitedly as she walked, Izumi folded her hands under her chin as she grinned widely at Momo. “That’s for me to know. Maybe I'll tell you someday. But I will say that I do go both ways and so if people don’t respect my trans homies, I’m going to identify as a fucking problem.”

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"... if people don’t respect my trans homies, I’m going to identify as a fucking problem.”

Fair enough. And very, erm, what was that cute term that Mina had introduced her to? Based? Reaching the main building, Momo led Izumi and Mina back toward their locker room. Once they were safely inside, she stretched languidly before reaching up to unzip her jacket. “You mentioned being interested in my tattoo, Izumi. Are you at all curious why I have a tattoo? Which, I should point out, is hideously illegal for a girl my age, not to mention severely frowned upon in our society."

Izumi blinked a few times and then shrugged. "Honestly, I just thought it was hot and so no, I didn't really think about it. I don't think about a lot of things. Why?"

That made Momo chuckle softly. She supposed she was going to have to get used to the fact that her girlfriend was a bit less inquisitive than she tended to be. Shrugging her jacket off, she turned and presented her back to the verdette. “What do you think?”

Gasping, Izumi reached up and gently ran her fingertips over the skin of Momo’s back, tracing the lines of the ravenette’s tattoo. It had taken several sessions and the application of considerable influence and a hefty sum of yen, but Momo was now the proud owner of a beautiful pair of phoenix wings on her back that she positively adored. “It’s really pretty. I mean, I’m dumb but I’m not dumb enough to not know that tattoos are sort of a no-no in society. And you’re supposed to be the rich and sophisticated one out of the two of us. Oh. Wait. This is you wanting to explain it to me, isn’t it? Oh! Sorry! Gee, Yaomomo, why do you have a tattoo?”

“Well, I did say that I can bring any art I touch to life, right?" Izumi nodded slowly in agreement and Momo grinned. "Tattoos are touching me." The verdette's jaw dropped as Momo's back sparkled and then two fiery wings erupted from her skin. They stretched out for over a meter behind her, and then she spread them wide on either side of her body. "No matter how dire a situation becomes, I have ensured that I will never be helpless."

"Okay, so this is hot. This is very hot." Izumi grinned goofily as she moved back in toward Momo, admiring the living representation of the phoenix wings that Momo had tattooed across her back. "Question. Would you be open to having me blrbrbrb another tattoo or three onto your skin? Because, uh, did I mention that girls with tattoos are hot? Because they're hot."

Momo grinned smugly at Izumi’s frankly admiring gaze, flapping her wings slowly behind her. “I would be amenable, yes. I was thinking about possibly some flames down my dominant arm, to continue a theme. I can think of numerous uses in the field for being able to create flames on demand.”

Nodding absently, Izumi leaned to one side and eyed Momo’s wings. “Do they come in a version that won’t give me burns? Because everyone likes my wing snuggles, so I was hoping to get to try them from the other end.”

Her eyes widened and Momo looked back over her shoulder uncertainly. To be honest, she’d always enjoyed the aesthetics of a pair of massive flaming wings emerging from her back, especially since her quirk made it so that she wasn’t adversely affected by her own creations. She’d simply never tried manifesting them as they were inked on her back. Biting her lip, she looked back over at Izumi. “I suppose we can find out in fifteen minutes? I’ve honestly never tried.”

“Works for me. And if you can’t? I can always blrbrbrb some normal wings onto you so I can have wing snuggles.” Izumi thought for a moment and then perked up. “Either way, I can blrbrbrb wings onto myself and we can go flying together. It’ll be romantic. And fun.”

Momo smiled at the mental image of soaring through the sky with Izumi by her side. Flying was one of her favorite activities, especially since the grounds of her estate were expansive enough for her to truly stretch her wings within the limits of quirk use laws. “I would enjoy that, Izumi.”

Bounding over to them with her plush capybara tucked under one arm, Mina looked back and forth between the two girls excitedly. "Can someone stick some wings on me so I can go flying too? like... I don't know, maybe ten pink angel wings? And a tail? Ooh, I bet I'd look cool with a tail. How about it? Huh? Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Go get your own romantic activities. Flying is going to be mine and Momo's." Reaching up, Izumi pressed her hand against Mina's forehead and shoved the girl backward as the rosette pouted. "There's still four other girls in the class if you want a girlfriend. What about you and Tooru? You seem to get along well."

Mina shifted from foot to foot as she looked from Izumi to Momo and back. "But you guys have the boob squish of legends. I kinda wanna get into the middle of that. Just like... Momo on one side of my head and you on the other and me in the middle and... blubblubblubblub." Mina shook her head back and forth with her tongue out before grinning at Izumi. "You know how it is."

While Momo did not in fact ‘know how it is’, she could at least interpret that Mina was making a very forward comment aimed at both her and Izumi simultaneously. Before she could voice her thoughts on the matter, Izumi darted forward and pressed both hands against Mina’s shoulders. “And… blrbrbrb!” Momo watched in fascination as Mina was reshaped, gaining a tail and ten small feathered wings. And some, erm, other noteworthy improvements. “Okay. So. Ochako is hot. And can fly. Go find Ochako.”

“Ma’am.” Mina reached up to cup her newly overhauled breasts and jiggled them excitedly. “Ma’am! I need to go shove these in everybody’s faces!” She suited actions to words, hugging the smaller girl and pulling Izumi down so she could mash her chest into the verdette’s face before racing out of the locker room as she giggled maniacally.

Sighing, Momo shook her head bemusedly. “She is definitely an interesting individual. I feel like the next three years are going to be quite entertaining. As long as I can remain a spectator to her shenanigans rather than a participant.”

Izumi giggled softly as she began working on her athletics uniform jacket. “She seems fun. And I mean, would.” Momo cocked her head to the side quizzically, and then her eyes widened as Izumi pantomimed the shape of Mina’s hips. “You know… would.” As Momo continued to stare at her uncomprehendingly, the verdette leaned in and lowered her voice. “I would clap those pink cheeks in a heartbeat.”

Gasping, Momo brought her hand up to her mouth. She didn’t entirely know what ‘clapping cheeks’ entailed, but she had a healthy imagination. “She seems like she’s much more your type than I am. No offense. Why didn’t you entertain her advances instead of approaching me?”

“Because I like you, silly. Mina’s cute, but I already have my eye set on the best possible girlfriend in the class.” Izumi thought for a moment and then shrugged. “Or, you know, there’s always the polyamory option.”

Eyes widening, Momo looked around the locker room to ensure that they were alone before leaning in. “Is that something that really happens in real life? I thought it only existed in fiction.”

Izumi waved dismissively. “My entire quirk is making what I want happen in real life. When you’re with me, anything is possible.” As Momo considered both the statement and the possibilities implied by it, Izumi bounced over to her locker and opened the door. Then she paused, looking back at Momo. “Question. If those last for fifteen minutes at a time… how are you going to get changed so we can go on our date?” Momo looked back at her wings in consternation and Izumi giggled softly. “Mark it on the calendar. The literal one time in my entire life at all ever that I was smarter than Yaomomo.”

To quote Bakugou? Well fuck. Momo smiled awkwardly. “Do you want to come and, err, bask in the glow of my wings?”

“Here. Let me just… blrbrbrb!” Izumi darted back over to her and Momo looked down just in time to see her gym uniform transform into a halter top and jeans. It was far and away the most casual outfit that she’d ever worn, but she found that she didn’t mind it? Izumi grinned impishly and then overhauled the front of Momo’s shirt, making it read ‘Big Titty Girlfriend’ in bubble letters surrounded by flowers. “Truth in advertising.”

Momo did her best not to watch too closely as Izumi got changed the old fashioned way, and then held her hand out to the verdette. She was… reasonably certain that she could navigate the locker room door now? Worst case scenario, she decided, she would have her family pay to remove scorch marks from the surrounding wall and door frame. “My time should run out before we reach the gate. Shall we?”

They shall. Momo managed to curl her wings around her body to fit through the door, at which point the spacious hallways of UA High granted her a reprieve. She had to flare her wings back behind her to walk next to Izumi, but the verdette didn’t seem to mind the heat emanating from her flaming wings. As they emerged into the genkan, they were met by Mina, an excited Kirishima Eijiro, and a decidedly less enthusiastic Bakugou. Sighing, Bakugou jerked a thumb in Kirishima’s direction. “Alright just fucking do it so he can see and shut the fuck up about the whole thing.”

Momo looked over at Izumi, who was doing her best to look as innocent as possible. “Do what, Kacchan?”

Groaning, Bakugou gestured more emphatically to his red-haired companion. “I accidentally let slip the whole Masama thing to this idiot. And Shitty Hair seems to think that-“

“Being so comfortable and accepting of your kinks is super manly!” Kirishima wrapped his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders as the blond blushed brightly. “Everyone should be so in touch with themselves!”

Izumi gasped delightedly. “Kacchan! You told them about how you’re into forced feminization? What the heck kind of conversation was this, and why wasn’t I invited?”

Burying his face in his hands, Bakugou sighed deeply. “Fuck my life. Could you idiots be any louder in a public space?” Face still bright red, he peered up at Izumi. "He wanted to know how you could possibly turn me into Masama without me wanting you to because my quirk is fairly powerful, and... I made the mistake of being honest."

"He's into forced feminization and he's a bit of a tsundere. It makes things interesting." Izumi rubbed her hands together, reached out toward Bakugou, and then paused. Grinning wickedly, she lunged toward Kirishima, putting her hands on the unsuspecting boy's chest. "And... blrbrbrb!" Kirishima let out a startled yelp as he was overhauled, shifting into a... my word, Momo realized, female Kirishima was just as muscular as her male counterpart. She made a most excellent... Momo believed the term was 'muscle mommy'? Izumi seemed inordinately pleased with herself as she surveyed her work. "Sorry, Kirishima, but around here? There's no such thing as a spectator."

Bringing her hands up, Kirishima patted curiously at her body for a few seconds. Then she looked both ways, brought her hands up to her chest, and squeezed her breasts. That elicited a thoughtful expression from the red-haired girl. "Huh. I do not see the appeal." She thought for a few more seconds, and then shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't hate this, though. Yo! Mina! Do you want to take a selfie with me like this before Midoriya turns me back?"

Mina nodded eagerly, darting in and wrapping an arm around Kirishima's shoulders. The redhead was still taller than her; Izumi had really leaned into the whole powerful woman vibe with Kirishima. "Um, absolutely. Just a thought, though. Imagine how easy you could hit on guys like this?"

Reaching up, Kirishima rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "That's true? But like, I feel like that wouldn't be honest of me? No offense to Bakugou or anything, but I'm not into being a girl? And so I feel like presenting female to try and get a guy to like me would end really badly?"

"Pfft, you're a better person than me, Kiri." Looking over, Mina bumped her hip against Bakugo's playfully. "You gonna get in on this?"

Bakugou sighed and then waved a finger at Izumi warningly. "I swear to fucking god, if you give me fucking anime titties again, I will explode you."

That made Izumi giggle mischievously. "Joke's on you, I'm into that shit." As Bakugou let out another aggravated sigh, Izumi pressed her hands against the blond's shoulders. "Wait for it... wait for it... blrbrbrb!" Momo watched interestedly as the boy rippled and reshaped into a very attractive young woman. With, uh, sizable breasts. "They're not anime titties! They're only Yaoyoroppai sized. I measured." Momo looked back and forth between Bakugou's chest and her own. Huh. Those did look vaguely familiar, now that Izumi mentioned it.

Sighing again, Bakugou reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of hair ties with cartoon explosion decorations on them. After deftly working her hair into fluffy pigtails, she held a hand out toward Izumi expectantly. "I didn't pack for this because I didn't think we'd be getting into this weird ass shit on the first day. I'm going to need some decent eyeliner, some orange eyeshadow, and some matching lipstick." At Momo's surprised expression, Bakugou scoffed softly. "If I have to be Masama, I refuse to look like a fucking scrub."

Seeing a way that she could help, Momo pulled out her sketchbook and animated some raw materials for Izumi. Nothing complicated, just a pair of simple wooden blocks. The verdette accepted them and promptly overhauled them into the makeup that Bakugou had requested. Then something occurred to Momo and she perked up. "I'd like to think that I'm at least middling as a fashion designer. And you evidently have a forced feminization kink, which I know perilously little about but feel like the name is fairly self-explanatory. If I draw something for you to wear and animate it, you'll put it on for me, yes?"

Izumi leaned in. "Tell her that she'd be a good girl if she did it. She's super into that."

As Bakugou blushed, Momo nodded in understanding and then turned back to the blonde. "You would be a most excellent girl if you wore the dress that I animated for you, erm, Masama."

Still blushing, Bakugou ducked her head slightly. "I mean, it's not like I want to or anything... but I guess I could." Muttering softly under her breath, she turned and headed off toward the bathroom.

Momo turned to Izumi, smiling brightly. “I found that byplay was actually sort of enjoyable. And you say she’s always like this?” Izumi grinned and nodded, prompting Momo to rub her chin thoughtfully. “You were right about her being rather attractive. Would you be offended if I asked her to accompany us? I feel an intense urge to design some cute shoes for her to try on.”

Letting out a delighted gasp, Izumi nodded eagerly. “I love making Masama wear cute shoes! I love making Masama be cute in general! Oh! Oh!” She gestured excitedly to her colorful outfit. “Explosion decora kei! What if we design her an entire outfit with an orange and black and explosion theme? You can design the dress and the shoes, animate them, and I'll make them permanent with my quirk and add accessories!”

Momo brought her hands up to her mouth. That sounded positively adorable! Izumi herself appeared to be a bit of an expert in decora kei; her outfit for the afternoon definitely qualified as such and reinforced Momo’s earlier belief that it was the verdette’s preferred style. While Momo knew comparatively little? She was a quick learner and would probably acquit herself nicely in any attempt to dress up Bakugou. “So is that a yes to allowing Bakugou to accompany us for the afternoon?”

“I mean… it is supposed to be a date. But on the other hand, polyamory is always an option. And Masama is the reason I realized I liked girls.” Izumi shrugged and grabbed Momo’s hands. “We should be poly with Masama!”

Mind racing, Momo stared down at Izumi’s excited face and bit her lip. While the prospect seemed inviting on the surface - having two girlfriends could only be more amazing than having one - things were moving a bit too quickly for her and Momo decided that she wasn’t quite ready to be swept up in things to that degree. Not to mention that Bakugou might not agree to trade in being Katsuki for existing as Masama full time even if it meant two amazing girlfriends. “Let us start… with tea. And see where things go from there.”

Clearing her throat, Kirishima bounced up and down excitedly as she ran her hands over her arms. “If I can interrupt for a second? Like I said, this is definitely not a keeper, but at the same time? It isn’t horrible. How long does this last? Can Mina and I run around town and take some selfies just for fun? Can I go home and surprise the hell out of my moms? Or hell, I wanna see what I can bench like this."

"Have fun with it! It'll last until I turn you back to normal. So if you change your mind about this not being you..." Trailing off, Izumi shot finger guns and a wink at Kirishima, who let out a loud laugh. Taking Mina’s hand, the red-haired girl lead her friend out into the warm afternoon, leaving Momo and Izumi behind. Izumi cocked her head to side. “Do you want anything while I'm handing out makeovers? I mean, you're pretty much perfect as it is, but I feel like I should at least offer?"

Bringing her hand up to her mouth, Momo blushed softly. "I am well aware that most people find me to be conventionally attractive, but would you really go so far as to call me 'perfect', Izumi? You, who holds the ability to become perfection in her own hands?"

Izumi grinned impishly. “I’m not perfect. I’m far from perfect, Yaomomo. I can just fake it really well.” Leaning in, her expression became a bit more serious. “But maybe I can get a little bit closer when I’m with you.”

“That’s incredibly romantic.” Momo gathered up her courage and nodded decisively. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“I have absolutely no problem with that.”

Chapter Text

"So how does one discover they have a forced feminization kink, Masama?"

"Who the fuck starts a conversation like that? I just sat down." Bakugou huffed softly as she settled her tea on the table and then held her hand out toward Izumi expectantly. At the verdette's curious look, she let out another huff. "Tea date. Standard procedure. Gimme." Izumi let out a soft noise of understanding, gathering up some debris from the table and overhauling it into a small glass container full of red powder. Bakugou uncapped it and poured a healthy amount into her tea before taking a sip. "Ahh, that's the stuff."

Momo reached out toward the glassware curiously, only to stop as Izumi grabbed her wrist and shook her head. "Kacchan really likes spicy food. Masama's tastebuds are even worse. That stuff is probably a war crime in most countries."

Flipping off Izumi, Bakugou's scowl swept back and forth over the table. "Also, since when are you allowed to use my name, Ponytail? Either of them?"

The rebuke made Momo's eyes widen. How had she made such a foolish mistake? Izumi had lulled her into a false sense of security, with her insistence on using her first name and her cute nickname for the ravenette. But Bakugou had given her no such permission, and so Momo had made a serious social faux pas. "I apologize." She bowed as best she could at the table. "From now on, I promise to refer to you as-"

"Ponytail, we're out on a date. Some weird fucking three way bullshit, but you two asked me to tea and I agreed to it. I'm absolutely just messing with you. You can call me Masama." Masama took another sip from her tea, eyes glinting. "Although I seem to remember that someone promised to animate me some clothing so I could be, what was it? A most excellent girl?"

Momo straightened up and pulled out her sketchbook, flipping to an empty page. There was a pencil tucked into the binding, but she took a moment to fish out a pack of colored pencils. Her quirk operated with a bit of a mental component, in that drawings would emerge as she pictured them. The more detailed, the better the resulting creation, but she didn't need to render something in intricate lifelike color for it to appear properly. Never the less, she felt that Masama deserved to understand her vision before committing to it. "So, Izumi and I were talking about this while you were changing. How do you feel about the concept of explosion decora kei?"

Groaning, Masama promptly drained the rest of her tea before setting the cup down on the table with a thump. "I reserve the right to still be a massive bitch no matter how cute you dress me up. But, I mean, alright. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing Kawaru has stuffed me into."

That made Momo raise an eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, would be the weirdest thing that Izumi has convinced you to wear?"

Izumi grinned wickedly. "Masama, can I show her your Halloween costume from last year? Your legs looked amazing."

Looking over at Izumi, Masama sighed in exasperation. "Are we talking pictures or like... you overhauling me into it right here in the middle of the cafe?"

"Well, originally I was thinking pictures, but now I definitely want to-" Izumi lunged toward Masama, and the blonde shot up out of her seat with a hiss, darting around to hide behind Momo. "Oh come on, Masama! You looked so cute!"

Masama shook her head vehemently. "You are not making me wear a Miruko costume in the middle of a cafe. I do not have many lines, but that's one that I'm drawing in bright red ink. No. Absolutely not."

Pouting, Izumi sank back into her seat. "Fine. Be that way. But even if you never wear it again, I'll always have the pictures."

Momo looked over at Izumi and then back at Masama before gathering her courage and  deciding to seize the day... and Masama. Grabbing the smaller girl, Momo pulled her into her lap and then promptly settled her sketchbook on Masama's thighs. "So. Explosion decora kei. I was thinking possibly a skater dress? Simple, comfortable, easy to move around in, and I can draw one in a matter of minutes."

After fidgeting awkwardly for a few seconds, Masama huffed and settled into Momo’s lap. “Yeah, sure, I guess.” Reaching up, she played with her ponytail idly as Momo got to work. “As for your original question… I guess it all comes down to exposure. When your best friend has a quirk like Kawaru’s, shit gets weird fast. Especially since she doesn’t seem to need to know literally anything about what she’s doing, she just has to want it to happen. At least within the bounds of reality. Like she said earlier, she can’t just casually violate physics the way your quirk can, but as long as it’s theoretically possible? The sky’s the limit. And so I got turned into all kinds of weird shit as a kid.”

Continuing to rough out the design she had in mind, Momo shot a quick glance up at Masama. “But how do you go from… that to a forced feminization kink? I’m not judging. I’m honestly just curious. This whole thing is incredibly fascinating to me. And fun, in a way? I find it enjoyable that I can tell you to do things and you’ll do them and we’re both happy with the result. Is there a word for that? I genuinely don’t know one.”

Izumi stared at Momo with an expression of awe. “Yaomomo, are you a dom?”

A soft gasp escaped Momo. Was she? She’d never particularly considered where she might possibly stand when it came to certain aspects of relationships and sexuality, largely because she’d had such rotten luck trying to attract and maintain a partner. Was she a dom? Or at least theoretically capable of acting as such? “I… don’t… know? Something to discuss later, though. I don’t want to interrupt the conversation at hand with such a tangent. Please, Masama, continue.”

A soft sigh escaped Masama as she continued to fidget in Momo’s lap. “I guess that as I got older, I started appreciating a little give and take in our exchanges. Putting up resistance and then Izumi just doing stuff to me anyway. But like, there’s a significant difference between how ‘don’t give me a tail’ and ‘don’t turn me into a girl again’ affect me so… yeah. Conveniently enough, I evidently have a forced feminization kink while my best friend can just up and turn me into a girl at a whim. Worked out well for me, huh?”

“I suppose it did, yes.” Momo reached up to ruffle Masama's hair gently, making the blonde sputter as she reached up to neaten it again. "I'm not going to lie, I find myself incredibly envious of Izumi's quirk at the moment. My quirk does have its advantages, but it isn't nearly as convenient as hers." At Izumi's curious look, the ravenette gestured to her sketchbook. "I need to draw anything that I want to use my quirk on. In theory, I can sketch just the right thing in the heat of the moment. In actuality? My opponent likely won't give me the opportunity. So I need to toil endlessly to ensure that I'm prepared for any eventuality that I can think of... and hope that the ones I can't think of don't overwhelm me."

Smirking faintly, Masama raised her hand and let her palm crackle with a series of small pops of light. "Skill issue. I have all I need to defeat every villain in the world right here."

Momo let out a soft huff as Izumi giggled. "The arrogance is cute once you get used to it, I promise." She nibbled on her lower lip as she thought. "So wait, how do your tattoos work?"

A very valid question, and one that Momo had experimented with extensively to know the answer to. "My quirk has a very loose interpretation of 'drawn by me', it turns out." She flipped a back a bit in her sketchbook before showing it to Izumi. "I actually get some of the pages of each book preprinted with designs that I've drawn on the computer. There's no apparent connection between the physical act of drawing, a necessity to transfer graphite to paper with my own hand, or anything of the sort. If I have created it in some fashion, my quirk works on it."

Izumi let out a soft noise of understanding. "So you designed your tattoo and had someone tattoo it on you and so your quirk works on it? Gotcha! That was super smart of you, Yaomomo. No wonder you're the brains of this relationship and I'm just..." She paused, furrowing her brow. "If you're the brains and Masama's the looks, what do I contribute to this relationship?"

"Good point. Maybe I should just date Ponytail." Izumi let out an offended noise and Masama chuckled softly, stretching out her arm so that Izumi could take her hand. "Kidding, Kawaru. I've stuck with you this far. I'm not going to ditch you now."

Looking back and forth between them, Momo cooed softly. They really were an adorable pair. If not for the fact that Izumi was quite obviously interested in her and Masama seemed to tolerate affection from her fairly well, she almost would have felt like a third wheel stuck on a date between the two of them. She nibbled her lower lip. Hearing them talk about their past together didn’t bother her or make her jealous, she realized. And so perhaps she could leverage that to learn more about both of them? “Masama. Tell me how Izumi discovered her quirk. Obviously it was a fortuitous coincidence given your preferences, but I can’t imagine that she discovered it by using it on you.”

Masama let out a guffaw at that. “Fuck no. Oh god. No, this little nerd discovered her quirk by…” Trailing off, the blonde gestured vaguely. “Does Ponytail… know?”

Shaking her head, Izumi smiled brightly. “I like to be ambiguous, you know that. Oh! Use just Izu and they/them pronouns for my past! That’ll make me even more mysterious.”

Masama raised an eyebrow at that. “Kawaru, can you spell ambiguous?” Izumi shook her head with a bright smile on her face and Momo made a concerned noise. What on earth made her attracted to someone so… forgive her, but so stupid? Where had her parents gone wrong? Why was she like this? Before she could say anything, Masama leaned in toward her. “I’m pretty sure she can only spell Foundational Heroics because it’s on the syllabus.”

Evidently she wasn’t quiet enough, because Izumi nodded again. “Why would I need to know how to spell that before today? When in my life am I going to use the word ‘foundational’, Masama?”

That made Masama arch an eyebrow. “Foundational Heroics, evidently.” She turned to Momo and smirked. “What if your love language is reading a dictionary to her?”

“I’ve known her for less than a day and I’m already sorely tempted, I assure you.” Momo shook her head in amusement; she’d known to some degree what Izumi was like when she said yes to this date. “I believe we were discussing the manifestation of Izumi’s quirk, though.”

Masama nodded in agreement before jerking a thumb in Izumi’s direction “So, ahem, Izu discovered their quirk in the most predictable way possible. They were playing heroes with me and noticed that they’d chipped the paint on their All Might action figure. And they promptly overhauled it back into perfect condition. It’s all been downhill from there.”

Bringing her hand up to her mouth, Momo laughed softly. She’d thought that Izumi’s All Might decora attire was just an outfit of the day. Evidently not. It did seem to fit the girl, though. Thoughts of outfits made her glance back down at her sketchbook and she made a tugging motion as she animated the dress that she’d sketched for Masama and pulled it free of the paper. “Be a most excellent girl and go put this on for us?”

“My praise kink is going to take the absolute weirdest twist if I keep hanging out with you.” Masama slid off Momo’s lap, taking the dress from her and looking around. Spotting the bathroom, she turned back to Izumi. “Anything to add to this?”

Izumi hurriedly pulled off her own shoes and then stripped most of the accessories from her outfit, laying everything out on the table. Reaching out, she overhauled them into an assortment of orange, black, and orange and black hair clips and jewelry for Masama to wear. And then a pair of shoes with an explosion decorative element on the sides stretching backward. “Time to look pretty, Masama!”

Huffing, Masama tossed her hair. “Bitch, I’m always pretty.” Scooping everything up, she strode off toward the bathroom.

Turning back to Izumi, Momo grinned for a second, only to have her smile falter as she thought back to something that Izumi had said at school. "Do you really think I'm perfect? Because I don't."

Her hand rose into the air and Izumi wobbled it from side to side. "Objectively? You're like, a nine and a half out of ten. Like, I feel like you'd look prettier with red eyes but..." Trailing off, she gestured in the direction that Masama had gone and shrugged. "I feel like I might make it weird?"

Given that they had different eye shapes? Momo... didn't really have any significant thoughts on the subject of her eye color. Her eyes were her eyes. If Izumi wanted to overhaul them to make her a ten out of ten in her opinion? "Your quirk is reversible, right?" Izumi nodded and Momo shrugged before leaning forward. "Then I don't see why I can't let you amuse yourself."

"Really? Wahh!" Leaning forward, Izumi covered Momo's eyes with her hands and then the ravenette felt the most peculiar crawling sensation. It wasn't as painful as she'd assumed that getting rearranged on some level - possibly cellular, maybe even atomic - would be. "And wow. Now I want to kiss you even more, Yaomomo!"

Blushing prettily, Momo waved her hand. "You’ve already claimed my first kiss. You can wait a bit longer to be my second. Maybe when you walk me to the train station. Or if there are any cherry trees blossoming along the way." She was a sucker for yuri manga tropes, after all. She raised her hand to her face and fluttered her eyelashes playfully. "So. Are they me?"

"I feel like they may be me." Breezing back over, Masama deposited her old shoes on the table, which Izumi promptly appropriated to overhaul herself some replacement footwear. "Seriously though, looking good, Ponytail. Bright eyes works on you. If I didn't know where they'd come from, I would suggest trying to talk her into blue or green, but... good luck with that."

Grinning, Momo watched as Masama seated herself back next to Izumi and let her eyes sweep over the girl. Explosion decora kei had turned out to look surprisingly cute. It might not become a fashionable trend anytime soon, at least until Masama became a pro hero, but it definitely looked good on the girl. It made her wonder what she might end up looking like if she put her appearance in Izumi's hands. "Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, but... why are you so eager to share your quirk with the world? You could charge hundreds of thousands of yen for a touch. Millions, even. You could become one of the wealthiest people of our generation. Perhaps one of the wealthiest people in the world."

Izumi shrugged nonchalantly. "Well for one, that wouldn't be very heroic of me. And I want to be a hero. Like All Might. I want to save people. As for using my quirk on others... I've been blessed with the ability to become who I want to be in the truest, most literal sense. And I want to share that with others." Momo glanced over at Masama and Izumi followed her gaze before coughing into her fist. "Egg."

Scowling, Masama bumped her shoulder again Izumi's. "Just because I like it when you turn me into a girl doesn't mean that I'm an egg." Izumi shot her a disbelieving look and Masama looked away. "I'm sure it means something, but I'm open to suggestions as to what."

"Speaking of which..." Momo looked from Masama to Izumi and back. "What is your inclination at this point when it comes to the topic of us being in a relationship? If you don't mind, I'd like to set my expectations appropriately for the rest of the afternoon. Izumi made that comment earlier about being willing to date you but implied that you were hesitant to take on Masama as a full time role, which would be her preference? And... well, I will admit that would be my preference as well, seeing as how I am likewise a lesbian."

Masama rolled her eyes, leaning against Izumi's side as she sighed. "I'm not going to lie, I've been hung up on this little weirdo pretty much since I learned that dating existed. Just because All Might shows up to the Hero Billboard galas without someone on his arm doesn't mean that I have to. I'm going to be the best, no fucking doubt about it, but I don't have to be the best alone. Although... yeah, the fact that she prefers Masama has been a bit of a roadblock so far. I keep telling myself that I want to be a little older before I make any serious decisions about my future. Like, I don't hate being a boy or anything. I just... sometimes like being a girl. And I don't entirely know what that means, for me as a person or me as a partner. Especially since Izumi - and I guess now you - would have a preference if I tried to split my time."

Which was very reasonable of Masama on one level, although Momo resisted the urge to point out that with Izumi’s quirk, there was no such thing as a serious decision regarding one’s appearance. Unless, perhaps, someone alienated the girl. But she understood what Masama meant and her concerns were wholly rational. “Well, this is quite literally the first day of the next three years of our lives. I would be amenable to simply… seeing where things go from here? There’s no need to rush into anything. As impulsive as Izumi seems to be.”

Snorting softly, Masama leaned over and threw an arm around Izumi’s shoulders. “She really is, isn’t she? I suppose we compliment each other. She can be a little too eager and excitable, and… well, I’m kinda reserved if you can consider being an arrogant bitch with a superiority complex to be reserved. Together, we sort of even each other out on a daily basis. So yeah. I’m down with that. Izumi’s waited this long to try and romance me. She can wait a little longer.”

Izumi pouted at that, looking back and forth between the two of them. “But I don’t wanna wait! I wanna date both of you now!”

“Can you overhaul me into someone who moves faster?” Izumi shook her head unhappily and Masama grinned smugly. “Sucks to suck, Kawaru.”

“Hmmph!”