Chapter 37: Saturday Fever (Patreon)

Today was the day. Izuku got out of bed with a pep in his step. He didn’t waste time before bolting past his door and heading into the bathroom just down the hall. His mother was nowhere to be found again, something about more work landing upon her shoulders now that everything was fine on her end. A bit of a dick move, forcing more work upon a mother who had just gone through hell for the past months, but companies will be companies.

As for what job she’s working on, she was intent on keeping quiet. It worried him a bit, but it was her decision to keep her mouth shut on her duties. She’ll let him know if she needs to tell him. He trusted her that much.

Entering the bathroom, he wasn’t surprised to see Toga bathing naked within the tub. This has been a daily occurrence for the past few days while she stayed in their apartment. Nothing happened, other than the regular blood sucking, to which Izuku replenished his every time she finished because of the First Flame, at least a fragment of it within.

Sinking into the bathtub after a good rinse, Toga immediately straddled him, fangs poised to sink into his neck. He let her and the blonde once more sucked his lifeblood out of his system, his skin going paler as each second went by.

Soon after, Toga released him and Izuku’s skin went back to being its normal color, the blonde panting as she snuggled up on Izuku. She wasn’t this affectionate a few days prior. It was quite a surprise when all manner of reservations from the blonde vampire-ish girl vanished, replaced by a very forward and clingy girl.

Maybe it had something to do with her late-night dives into the internet using his computer after he had dropped the bomb about Nezu wanting her. But he didn’t want to pry, plus, she was happier this way. He could feel it.

The two of them finished with their bath and got out of the tub. They got dressed in the clothes they had brought, Toga using her school uniform that his mother had gleefully sewed back together, and Izuku with a plain shirt and pants.

Incidentally, Toga kept on gluing herself to him with her bare skin, to which Izuku grew a bit confused. Why did she like touching skins with him? Was there something special about his flesh? He looked at her impish smile and tilted his head.

Yep, he was still confused.

“Hey, Zuzu…” Toga called him out with her nickname for him. Not that bad, considering the other nickname he was called in the past was derogatory. “Do you know why Nezu wants me there?”

“I have no idea.” Izuku shrugged. “He said he wanted to test you, and that’s all he told me. Also, bring pen and paper.”

Toga frowned for a moment, before it was replaced with a beaming smile as she hugged Izuku, making sure her assets were pressing against him, not that it did anything to the emotionally stunted man. “It’s okay. I have you! Also, more blood later, please?”

“Sure. I have a lot to give.” And wasn’t that the truth. No matter how many times Izuku was drained by Toga, and how gluttonous she was with his blood, the First Flame made sure it was replenished by the time she was done. Didn’t this make him immortal? A contrast to his limited immortality in Lordran?

To be fair, there wasn’t anything that managed to wound him to the point where his body gave out yet in Japan, so maybe it wasn’t pure immortality and just the same as what he had in Lordran.

“Aww… I love you so much Zuzu!” Toga hugged Izuku again, her nose buried within the crook of his neck. He didn’t see anything wrong with this, so he just patted the head of the girl while wearing a smile on his face.

Nothing that weird in the grand scheme of things.

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Himiko was having the best day of her life. After that fateful night - not the night where she conked out after drinking a lot from Izuku, the one where Nezu sent her an invite - she threw caution to the wind and decided to embrace her inner urges.

It was like a weight was finally off her chest, like the suffocating grasp of the air finally relented and she was able to breathe a breath of fresh air again. She never felt like this ever since she got her quirk and the urges started surfacing.

With Izuku giving her constant supply of blood and with how delicious it was, she didn’t need to stalk the streets looking for a poor bastard to feed on. It made her happy. It made her feel like she was wanted again. Like she mattered.

Depressing that her parents didn’t see her that way, but it was their loss. Why would she continue to harm herself by trying to be normal when her quirk didn’t allow that? The Quirk counselors didn’t know what they were talking about. Why would they? They didn’t have a quirk like hers.

Another perk with being with Zuzu, she can transform herself to him. It was glorious, seeing her supple skin being replaced with rough and hardened muscles. The scars that littered his body were gratifying to feel, to touch. He was also a beast down there, something that her intrusive thoughts kept on saying to feast on.

It fueled her addiction to Zuzu’s blood even more. The little girl that wanted to be normal was gone, erased from history because it wasn’t possible to force herself to be someone she isn’t. But she didn’t want to alienate Zuzu. She wanted to stay with him, and if she inconvenienced him even a single time…

She shivered. She didn’t want to know, and she wasn’t too keen on letting it happen even for a second.

“We’re here.” Izuku’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, the giant U.A. sign clear all the way from the front gate.

“Woah…” Himiko had already seen pictures of the prestigious high school but seeing it in person was a whole other feeling. Plus, it just solidified how large the damn building was. Like, seriously, the letters themselves were probably two stories tall.

Where the hell did they get the budget for that?

“Yeah, I remember my first time seeing this place.” Zuzu’s eyes didn’t leave the giant signs. God was he sexy looking like that. “Doesn’t beat Anor Londo, though.”

“Anor what?” Himiko blinked. “What is that? A place?”

“You could say that.” Izuku shrugged and slowly made his way to the front gate with no students in sight. “I’ll tell you all about it later if you want.”

“Oh… M’kay.” Himiko didn’t reply back, following after Izuku like a lost lamb. The walk to the front doors were bathed in silence with it being a Saturday. School was out, and prestigious school or not, teenagers will be teenagers.

Who in their right mind would come to school on a Saturday?

“Oh? Midoriya? I didn’t know you came to school on Saturdays.” Himiko looked over at the boy who called out Zuzu. He had blue hair and wore square-rimmed glasses. Kinda looked like a nerd, to be honest. “And who’s this?”

“Principal Nezu wanted her to come this day, so I’m tagging along.” Zuzu hummed for a moment, before his eyes locked onto the boy with blue hair. “How about you, Iida? What are you doing here?”

“Just heading for the support class, something about my costume being… an affront to all baby-making companies…” Himiko blinked. That was a weird thing to say…

“... Excuse me?” Even Zuzu was a bit stumped at the phrasing.

“Yeah, I am as confused as you are.” Iida scratched the back of his head. To be honest, Himiko would probably do it as well just because of the baby-making line.

“Anyway, do not let me take up your time, nor Principal Nezu’s. It would be such a disappointment if you missed your appointment with the principal.” Iida waved at the two as he left for the support class, which was in a different wing to where the principal’s office was located.

Well, that was an interesting encounter.

“Should we hurry? I doubt the rat wants to be kept waiting.” Himiko's knees buckled slightly. She’d heard tales of what the principal of U.A. was capable of. She wouldn’t want to get on his bad side now that she was on the path of being a good girl again all thanks to Zuzu.

“Okay, Zuzu!” Like the hyper-active teenage girl that she was, she clung to Zuzu with her modest breasts pressing against his arm. He didn’t show any reaction, as to be expected from him, but every little step matters in trying to gain his affection.

Yes, she had a crush again. Yes, it was good to be acknowledged. No, it didn’t feel good to have her advances be ignored by the one person she wanted the most.

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“Ah, you must be Toga Himiko, a pleasure to be meeting you, young girl.” Nezu placed his teacup back on his desk, paws propping up his chin as his eyes stayed glued on the girl. “Please take a seat. You too, Midoriya.”

Nezu watched as the two teenagers, one a mentally aged man and another an emotionally troubled young girl, took their seats just in front of their desks. Good thing he had them prepared beforehand. The couch just wouldn’t do for what he had planned. The tiny table in front of it just wasn’t big enough. It would be such a waste for a young person to develop back pain at their tender age.

“Now then, I would assume that you are quite confused as to why I had Midoriya bring you here, miss Toga?” The girl in question blinked, her lips quivering ever so slightly with her eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah, I am confused. Why’d you wanna meet me?” Toga tilted her head, a finger on her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave his, the mischievous minx fully challenging him with her innocent tone. Nezu smirked at the display.

Such a fine little specimen. She’s perfect.

“Quite a simple affair, really.” Nezu opened the drawers on his desk, extracting a few pieces of paper from within and laying it down on top. “A test, if you will. Pass this and I may be able to induct you to my prestigious school. Of course, the hero course is off-limits, so passing this test will see you landed in the General Studies course.”

“Awww… But I want to be with my Zuzu!” Toga clutched onto Midoriya, her grip tight as his clothes slowly wrinkled around her hands.

“Not to worry, I can arrange for your daily blood intake no problem.” Toga narrowed her eyes at him, and he could feel the sudden malice underneath that cute exterior. “Toga, please understand that what I am doing is not to further aggravate your quirk’s specific requirements. Your case is commonly found within people that have quirks that influence the way they think or view things. In fact, it is so common that I am quite boggled at the fact that the quirk counselors, as well as the authorities deemed it proper for you to be denied blood.”

Nezu could see every crease on her face, his beady eyes analyzing every form of movement, small it may be. Her confusion was exquisite, his smile slowly getting wider as the teen squirmed in her seat, head turned to face Midoriya. Her mouth opened, probably to ask a question, but she closed it before she could utter her words.

Turning back to Nezu, Toga’s smile fluttered back on her face, but Nezu could see through it. It was brittle, like rusted iron. Who knows what kind of thoughts were storming through her head, but that wasn’t for Nezu to crack open, no matter how tempting it would be.

“... Fine.” The teen pouted, making Nezu’s smile grow an inch wider. Yes, she would do nicely. But first, no self-respecting member of his school would find themselves uneducated beasts. He wondered what it would look like if every animal on the entire planet became intelligent enough to fit into humanity’s society.

Now that was something Nezu would like to see with a bucket of popcorn, sadly, he knew it was impossible, as well as quite disastrous for everyone on this floating rock in space.

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Izuku hummed, hand cupping his chin as he wandered throughout the hallway of the nearly empty school. Principal Nezu had told him to vacate the room once the test had started, and frankly, he had high hopes for Toga. Not in the sense that she was going to crush the test Nezu had for her, but in the sense that Nezu was going to rig the test in her favor just to get her officially enrolled and that none may question the decision.

And the less people that knew about the specifics of the test, the better. So, here he was, wandering aimlessly as he waited for Toga’s test to finish.

It was refreshing, seeing the whole school as silent as the grave as he traveled through the clean hallways. It was a new experience, something that Izuku craved when he explored areas in Lordran.

Except for Blighttown, that place could go rot in hell for all he cared.

His head was empty as his feet walked on autopilot, letting instinct guide him through the giant campus. It wasn’t long before he heard some excited shouting coming from one of the rooms nearby. Heading towards the door which separated the hallway from the noisy room, Izuku slowly inched his hand forward for the knob, twisting it open once he grabbed it.

Pushing it open, he wasn’t prepared for something to slam against him and send him careening against the wall, his whole body being crushed against it. He heard bones snapping and indescribable pain shoot through his nerves like it was on fire.

In other words, just a normal day for him.

“Oh my god, Midoriya!” Distressed shouting was the next his ears heard when he felt the giant thing being pried from his crushed body. Blood leaked out from lips as he felt the First Flame work overtime to restore his body to its pristine condition. “Hold on! I’ll get some help!”

“No need.” Izuku laughed his injuries off, the pain dulling until it was but an afterthought. “I’m as good as new, see?”

He waved his arms and jumped in place, his broken bones and crushed organs a thing of the past. Iida looked at him and blinked with his mouth agape. Truth be told, it was funny seeing the serious teen have such a gobsmacked face. It didn’t suit him, and that made it even funnier.

“But, how? I thought you had a strength augmenting quirk?”

“It just never came up.” Izuku shrugged and slowly stretched, trying to get a feel for his undamaged body. “Anyway, what are you doing here? And what the hell happened there?” Izuku pointed at the doorway where a pink-haired girl with dreadlocks and crosshairs for eyes peeked from within.

“An accident that hopefully won’t ever happen again.” A gruff voice said from inside before showing himself, revealing his topless chest and a giant excavator claw for a head. “You’re lucky Midoriya here had a regeneration factor, otherwise we would have kicked you out of the course and subsequently placed you in juvie for murder. Unless of course Midoriya here wants to press charges.”

The pink-haired girl paled and looked at Izuku with a pleading gaze. He hummed, a hand cupping his chin and the girl trembled like a newborn fawn.

“I’ll make you the best baby I will ever create! Just do-” A hand clamped over her mouth, but there was no mistaking the palpable fear radiating from her. Izuku hummed some more, before he grinned and approached the girl.

“When you mean baby, don’t you mean a support item?” The girl nodded her head frantically, and Izuku’s grin widened even more. “Well then, I won’t press charges.”

“... I swear, this girl will give me gray hairs by the time she graduates.” The teacher removed his hand from the girl, and once she was free, bolted for Izuku to give him a big hug, further staining her already stained shirt with his blood. “Anyway, do you have any business with the support course?”

“Not really, was just waiting for Nezu to finish his test with someone I tagged along with.”

“Ah, I heard about that.” The man scratched the bottom of his… excavator helmet. “Anyway, name’s Powerloader. Hopefully, your first encounter with us doesn’t sour the rest of our interactions in the future.”

“No, it won’t be a problem. By the way, what’s your name?” He asked the pinked haired girl and she released him with a bright smile.

“Hatsume Mei! Future owner of Hatsume Industries!” She gave a mock salute with an unhinged grin. “If you need any kind of work with your babies, I’m your gal!”

“Alright then. Anyway, I assume you still have work to do with Iida’s costume?” He pointed to the crumpled piece of a deathtrap lying on the floor nearby, the floors and walls cracked from the point of impact.

“Yup! Speedyboi’s costume wasn’t made to handle his top speed, so I was here to calibrate it for further use.” Hatsume zoomed past them and knelt down next to the heap of scrap metal. “Anyway, gonna head back into the lab for further testing, see y’all later! Speedyboi! Get in here!”

Powerloader sighed as he went back into the lab while following Hatsume with an eager grin plastered on her face, all the while Iida had his mouth agape.

“Are we just going to ignore that she almost killed you, Midoriya?” Iida pointed at Izuku with a frown.

“Yes, yes we are. Anyway, gonna go look around some more, Nezu still hasn’t called me yet. Bye bye!”