Dream Date High (MHA Reality Alteration) (Patreon)

Hi folks!

I hope all is well out there. The weather's started to cool a bit over here, thank god. Shorts are going well, so look forward to them next week - but for now, the last of last month's requests!

Also, as an advance notice, I'm planning to take a September off (under heavy advisement from other Patreon friends) to revitalize my batteries. this shouldn't affect August, and I'll be back to work come October!

With that out of the way, please enjoy!

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Lady Yaoyorozu – Momo to her friends, but only they – blinked herself awake with a confused frown upon her face. The room around her – extravagantly decorated and larger than some houses – was quiet as she rose, creating an odd sense of discord. Hadn’t it been so very loud only a moment ago…?

Hold on. Resist! As long as you remember it isn’t real, the dream can’t become reality!

What a curious dream. She could remember it so clearly, so vividly… She had been… A superhero? Yes, that was the word. A woman with powers who dedicated her life to protecting innocents, or some such nonsense. She’d been dressed in the most ridiculous garments, oh my. It made her blush just to think about! So much exposed skin. And she’d been so… flat.

The thought made her shudder – which, in turn, sent her nightgown clad breasts jiggling. It was rather hard to stop them, honestly! Getting bras her size was an exercise in frustration for most (since, naturally, most didn’t have her kind of resources to fall back on), and they were most uncomfortable to actually sleep in. Momo personally found it much more preferable to let them breathe, but it wouldn’t be proper to, as the common folk said, ‘give the goods away’ without good reason.

Not unless that cute little Midoriya was around, anyway~

But yes, that had been part of what made the dream all so strange! Midoriya had been there, and the two of them had even been… friends? They had spoken to one another quite casually, in a way that the highborn lady could never dream of speaking with a commoner like him without extreme duress… And yet… And yet…

And yet despite that closeness, they had never, not even once, engaged in anything more than casual banter! No kissing, no holding hands, not even a chaste remark. He’d expressed none of his normal accidentally perverted tendencies, and she hadn’t even tried to leverage their friendship to create something more. Their relationship had been utterly platonic! Absurd! Unthinkable! Utterly, utterly ridiculous!

What a nightmare it had been. Hmph. She would be quite glad when it left her thoughts entirely.

With a sigh, she sat up in her ultra-queen-sized bed, and – with some small degree of struggle and navigation – reached the edge, sliding her legs over the side and reaching for the bell on her nightstand. With no regard for the time of day, she rang it firmly – the gentle tinkling sound ringing out through the room, and beyond.

A moment later, and a woman with long, wavy blonde hair gracefully entered Lady Yaoyorozu’s chambers, wearing a tight black uniform and a frilly white apron – a maid outfit, and a revealing one at that. Her top had more cleavage window than it had fabric, and it left her middle completely exposed, save for the apron. And her skirt, if anything, was made of even less! And on curves like hers – which somehow made for both a top and bottom heavy hourglass, despite the seeming contradiction – one could easily walk away from an encounter with her thinking she was wearing nothing at all…

For a second, Momo regarded her getup as impractical and frankly ridiculous – before blinking, and wondering what she was on about. Toru always dressed like that, didn’t she?

Toru? … Yes, this was Toru Hagakure – her loyal maid and attendant. Why was she feeling so strange this morning? Had that dream been so distracting? She hoped it would fade soon – she had things to be doing today.

Remember…

“Did you sleep well, my lady?” Toru bowed to her employer, the busty blonde nearly falling out of her top, yet somehow managing to stay completely concealed. An impressive skill of hers.

Momo might have felt a pang of jealousy, if she didn’t know for a fact that she was the more blessed of the two. Instead, she just yawned and stretched, letting her nightgown struggle with the resulting curve-quake. “No, no, I’m afraid I didn’t. I had a terrible nightmare.”

She slid to her feet and raised her hands – her maid servant obediently stepping in and lifting her bedwear off over her head. “A nightmare, my lady? Oh dear, I am sorry…”

“I suppose everyone must get them from time to time,” the lady shrugged – and then held still as Toru carefully slid a bra around her bust, gently clipping it closed behind her back. Today it was a black, lacey piece – perfect to flash a lucky Midoriya if she found the right opportunity. Her panties, which she raised her feet for her maid to slide around, matched perfectly, making for a fine seductive duo. “I shall persevere.”

“Truly, you are an inspiration, my lady.” Now came the stockings… Oh yes, these would work nicely. “If I might ask, what did you dream about that disturbed you so?”

For a moment, Momo considered disciplining the maid for her impudence – a swift spanking had always done the trick when she crossed the line before – but found that, just for the time being, she didn’t want to. Really, the chance to talk about her dream might help her work through it, and banish its memory from her mind. “It was a strange thing. I dreamed that I was a hero of some sort.”

“Ah, naturally, my lady. Your noble demeanour would allow no less. Surely, you must have inspired the masses with you countenance.” Toru spoke primly while sliding her mistress’s kimono onto her outstretched arms.

Momo couldn’t help but smirk at her servant’s flattery. “Naturally, but I do that anyway. No, in this strange dream world, I was some kind of… fighter.” Her nose wrinkled in distain, a moment before she breathed in to allow her sash to be tightened around her middle. “Battling villains and vagabonds and the like. You know, people like that cretin Hado.”

The maid guided her mistress over to the dressing table and began work on brushing and styling her hair. “That certainly sounds very strenuous, my lady. It would be a nightmare for your complexion.”

“Well quite!” It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? “Dream logic is the strangest thing. You know I’m not sure I was even wearing that much makeup?”

“My lady!” Toru sounded shocked.

“Yes, indeed.” Momo pouted, allowing her servant to spread a rosy red lipstick over her lips, before smacking them a few times. “At any rate, we were fighting against some ruffian with the strangest power. Something about turning dreams into reality or something. Wouldn’t that be funny?”

The maid nodded as she touched up the last of her makeup. “Very, my lady – though, it doesn’t sound like anyone I’d want to meet. Why, then you might end up fighting villains for real!”

That was a thought that made the lady of the house laugh. “Oh, yes, I suppose it might!” She checked herself one last time in the mirror before nodding and smiling. Perfect. “But no fear of that in real world. I’ve far more important things to do than dirtying my hands fighting commoners.”

“Just so, my lady.” Toru stepped back – and then paused. Momo could see her brow crease in the mirror, the maid struck by a sudden thought. “Although, if it interests you, I must admit that I too had a strange dream last night-”

“No one cares, Toru. Get back to your duties.” Dismissing the maid with a casual wave, suddenly, Momo felt… Odd. Unsettled. Strange, why did she feel so off? She felt like she’d just been… mean. Unnecessarily cruel to a friend. But that was nonsense! She’d merely corrected a servant who had overstepped her position.

Why did she feel so bad, though? Toru herself didn’t seem to mind, merely bowing and taking her leave in silence, as she should. So why…?

Resist…!

Hmph. No matter. Time to be off. She had things to do today…

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Ultimate Academics Academy was the finest educational facility in the world, so far as Lady Yaoyorozu was concerned. Her family had attended there for generations, and given how much money they donated to it, they were a large part of its storied successes. Certainly, they held enough sway there to allow for special dispensations for the latest heir to the Yaoyorozu empire – things like her own dining room at lunch, and allowances for her to shirk the normal uniform on most days, accepting that, for a lady like her, it was unthinkable to be seen without her trademark fashion sense.

If it had a flaw though, it was a simple one, in the noblewoman’s eyes. It wasn’t exclusive enough. Yes, technically, it was a mark of the school’s incredible generosity that it allowed commoners to attend and learn from its esteemed halls. But she still didn’t like having to deal with the filthy rabble for any longer than she had to.

… With some exceptions, of course…

But if you were looking for exceptions, you wouldn’t find it with Nejire Hado, the star player of every sports team that the school had, and her eternal hanger-on, Mina Ashido. The two were always seen together, and currently they were being seen standing in the middle of the Academy gates as Momo’s limo parked up.

“Well well well! If it isn’t little Moomoo~” Nejire smirked, her curly blue hair swaying in the early morning breeze. Something of a tomboy, the sports ace was rarely seen outside of her Ultimate Academics sports blazer and shorts, showing of her muscular, though still charmingly feminine (and decently busty), frame. Today, her blazer was hanging loose, exposing the white undershirt beneath, and it looked like she’d already spent some time out on the track field. “And here I thought you were too good to be joining us ‘peasants’ at such an early hour.”

“Your words, Hado, not mine,” the noble woman answered dismissively, moving to sweep past the sporty thug without a second glance. The two of them had never gotten on, but their mutual disdain had only grown worse when they’d realised that they were both chasing after the same green haired goal. After that discovery, it had been all out war.

“Hey now, hey now, what’s the rush?” But before she could get by, her path was blocked by her rival’s eternal pink shadow – Mina Ashido. The girl with a bust so big she could give Toru a run for her money – and even less shame in her fashion sense. Like Nejire, she had eschewed her normal school uniform for her club outfit. Unlike Nejire, the only club she was in was the cheerleading squad. A short skirt and a tight golden top left precious little to the imagination, and her cheers dispelled whatever remained. “We wanna chat so sit your tush!”

Momo raised an elegant eyebrow. “I have nothing I wish to say to either of you, commoners. Now move out of my way before I make some calls and have you arrested.”

“Arrested for what?” Nejire rolled her eyes. “It’s a free country. We’re allowed to be here.”

“Ohohohoho~” Momo couldn’t help but laugh at their adorable naiveite, one hand covering her mouth as threw her head back. “I’m sure they can come up with something! I’ll pay them to be creative.”

“Ugh. I really can’t stand people like you, Yaotorozu,” Nejire muttered, while behind her Mina nodded, blowing a small pink bubble of gum between her lips. “So let’s just get this over with quick. Seiai Academy’s trying to pull something.”

Momo paused mid-step, eyes narrowing. “… I’ll give you thirty seconds. Explain why I should care.”

But the sports ace just smirked – knowing that the rich girl had already taken the bait.

It was Mina who actually stepped forward, waving her popoms and spreading her cheer.

“They bet our school that they would win,

Whatever we competed in!

They’ve rigged it so that they can choose,

To take our classmates when we lose!”

‘Wow’, Momo thought as she watched the cheerleader go. ‘They really are as big as Toru’s…’

… Uh. Wait. “Hold on. What do you mean our classmates? You’re not saying that they would…”

Both Nejire and Mina nodded, and the noble felt her stomach drop. There was only one thing that would get these two to willingly approach her, which meant… “Midoriya.”

“They’re planning on forcing a little ‘student exchange’ when they win their bet. Not that they will.” The tomboy sniffed – but looked a little less than entirely certain. “But I figured you’d want to know.”

“It’s that bitch Intelli’s work, isn’t it?” Normally, such uncouth words were beneath the standing of a lady such as hers – but Saiko Intelli had more than earned the very worst that Momo could throw at her, repeatedly. “Very well. I shall investigate. And if I find any signs of foul play… The full might of the Yaoyorozu group will descend upon their pathetic Academy, and rip them apart.” She straightened her kimono. “Was that all?”

The two sports gals looked at one another. Mina blew another bubble. “Yeah,” said Nejire. “That’s all.”

There wouldn’t be any pleases or thank yous. No love lost between them. But when it came to threats to Midoriya, they were woman enough to set their rivalries aside. After all, how could any of them win him if another school pulled him away? Against an external threat, there could be a brief truce, and an even briefer alliance… It wouldn’t change anything. Let the best girl win, as they say…

… And there was no doubt in Momo Yaoyorozu’s mind that she was the best girl.

She left the two at the gate and moved on into the Academy proper, already pushing the unpleasantness of having to speak with such rabble from her mind. Intelli would need dealing with, but she could handle that. Better to forget about it all for now and…

Remember…

… And get on with her day. She had to meet… She had to…

Resist…

… Ngh. She put a hand to her temple and screwed up her eyes. That dream again. It really was being very persistent. Distractingly so. Why? What was this strange feeling?

“Lady Yaoyorozu?”

Momo blinked and turned. Standing behind her was an all too familiar face – Ochaco Uraraka. Perhaps her biggest rival for Midoriya’s hand. She had been the boy’s closest confidant since they were both children, and even now it was obvious to everyone that she held a special place in the man’s heart. And yet…

At once, the noble straightened out and puffed up her (considerable) chest. “Oho! Well, if it isn’t Uraraka. I wasn’t expecting to see you before class. Is everything alright?”

And yet, Momo couldn’t quite bring herself to hate the cheerful girl. She was just so earnest and friendly. Despite her feelings for that adorable Deku, despite her normal ice-cold ruthlessness and practicality, the heir to the Yaotorozu found herself liking Ochaco whether she wanted to or not. She was always keen to listen and learn, and never spoke out of turn. For a commoner, she really seemed to know her place.

When she did eventually win Midoriya’s hand, Momo would find it… acceptable, for him to take this one as his mistress. Only her though.

Ochaco, for her part, never seemed to view Momo – or, indeed, anyone – as an enemy. It would have been unbearably naïve, if it wasn’t so adorable. Clad in her normal school uniform – which the noble had to admit, she filled out nicely – the girl just shrugged. “I woke up early – I was having weird dreams all night. After the last one, I just figured I’d come in early and see if any of the teachers needed any help.”

“Oh? You as well?” That was interesting. Perhaps there was some common cause. Maybe there had been a chemical spill in one of the labs, or expired food had been served. That would certainly explain why she couldn’t quite shake this strange feeling. “I admit, I had a restless night as well. Odd dreams about superheroes, of all things.”

The smaller, poorer woman blinked. “You too? Oh wow, that’s really neat! Maybe we had the same dream!” Well that was a silly idea, but it was said with such a warm smile that even Momo couldn’t mock it. “I had gravity powers – I could change the weight of anything and make things fly, almost! How about you?”

The idea that Ochaco would automatically assume she’d been on the hero’s side brought a chuckle to Momo’s lips. Most people would have gone the other way on that. “I believe I had the power to create objects out of my body,” she explained with a grin. “Basically the same as being rich, but faster.”

“Wow!” The rosy cheeked student clapped her hands excitedly. “That’s so exactly like you, Lady Yaoyorozu! I bet you were one of the best heroes out there! All the villains must have been terrified to fight you!”

“Well… Yes, of course.” The noble raised a hand over her lips to hide her own giggle. Flattery really would get you everywhere. “As if I’d settle for anything less.”

Ochaco nodded eagerly. “That’s amazing!” Then she slowed, her smile turning into a small frown. “But my dream wasn’t anything like that. We were fighting against this big bad guy who we couldn’t do anything against – even Deku, can you believe it? He was going to do something super weird, like, changing dreams into reality and make us all forget we were ever heroes, and there wasn’t anything we could do to stop him. Kinda depressing, really. Oh well.”

Suddenly, she was abuzz with energy again. “Weird, right? Anyways, I gotta get going – I have to help Miss Midnight set up for class. I’ll see you later, Lady Yaoyorozu!”

And with a wave and a bow, she was gone. But Momo hadn’t moved. She was still standing in place, a frown building on her brow.

Change… dreams… for reality…?

Try to break through! Don’t let him tell you who you are! If you stop fighting, there’s no way back…!

Argh! Again, that headache. That piercing, grating voice. She just couldn’t get rid of it! It kept coming back, echoing in her ears, screaming through her thoughts. It sounded… so much like her own voice…

But what could this all mean? Had Ochaco had the same dream as her? S-so what? Just because they’d both dreamt they were heroes fighting against a man who turned dreams into reality, and reality into dreams, that didn’t mean that… that…

Resit! Come on, you can do it!

It didn’t mean that…

Just a little further!

That…

Remember!

“Momo?” Suddenly, a new voice broke through the tumultuous haze in her head. Turning, she looked down the corridor to see…

“M-Midoriya! Wh- what are you doing here?” Instantly, her cheeks were flushed red, her hands clasped to her chest, hoping that the dreamiest stud on campus hadn’t seen her doing anything embarrassing. “I, I had no idea you would come in so early today!”

“Oh, you know…” Izuku Midoriya – Deku to his friends, though she’d never dare claim that honour - grinned, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached her. “Early bird gets the worm and all that.”

“I had no idea you were so diligent, Midoriya…” She was practically swooning. One could almost see little cartoon hearts floating in the air around her. “You truly set the best example for all of us to follow.”

No… No, she was getting distracted. She had to remember…

“Ngh…” Again, that voice. The noble woman bit back the urge to groan as she rubbed her temples. She could feel something building – she was right on the cusp of some great realisation, something that would… that would…

Rememb-

“Momo? Are you feeling okay?”

“!!!” Suddenly, a gentle palm was pressing against her forehead, and Momo went completely still. Midoriya was… Mirdoriya was… touching her?!? Her entire face turned redder than a tomato, and she felt this close to having steam shoot straight out of her ears.

“Huh. You’re a little warm. Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the nurse’s office?”

Oh my. Oh my! The nurse’s office? Just her and Mid-Mid-Midoriya? Oh, she was starting to feel faint.

No! Don’t fall for it! Resist them! You have to resist, or else…!

She swallowed and stood tall. No, as wonderful as that sounded, she had to have standards. She couldn’t let the whole school see her as some weakling who fainted from a mere touch. “I- I’m fine, Midoriya. Thank you for the concern, but I really should be on my way…”

Yes, that was it! Get away, and then break free from this illusion. If she could keep this up, then-!

But before she could move away, the green haired boy grabbed her hand, holding it gently between his own. Instantly, her face returned to tomato town, and she nearly swooned.

“Please, Momo. I can tell something’s wrong. If you don’t want to go to the nurse’s office, then… Maybe we could go to the roof and talk in private? Just you and me.”

The roof? The most romantic location in the entire school? He- he was asking her to go up there… with him… alone?!

No! It’s a trap! Don’t fall for it!

She found herself staring at her hand, clasped in his. The voice in her head begged her to pull away, to refuse… While in her chest, her heart pounded, captivated at the idea of her dream date. Was she strong enough to do what she needed to do?

… She took a deep breath. Her choice was clear.

“Oh, Midoriya, I’d love to~”

N-!

And all of a sudden, the voice was gone. Banished, like a dream upon waking. And with a great sigh of relief, Lady Momo Yaoyorozu felt all that unsightly pressure that had been building in her head just… vanish.

Smiling happily like the girl in love that she very much was, she allowed the man of her dreams – no, the man of her reality – to lead her away.

“Do you feel any better?” He asked as they walked.

“Much,” she admitted, her heart tingling with delight at his concern. “I do apologise for earlier. I slept very badly last night. Strange dreams, you know.”

“Ahhh.” He nodded as they began to climb the stairs for the roof. “What kind of dreams?”

“… You know?” She said, her voice amused. “I really can’t remember.” And she followed him up to their quiet, romantic getaway.

It was a dream come true.