Chapter 66 - My SI Stash #66 - Total Command by Epsilon110 (My Hero Academia) (1/2)

-Not a SI. Returned to FF.net for this NSFW fic~

*Almost all women in this MHA verse got quirks and Izuku's the only man with a quirk. Enough said.

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Sypnosis: When quirks appeared, humanity dealt with the greatest power shift it had seen in millennia. The sudden change gave women powers never seen before, but men were left behind. It was an age of heroes. Now 200 years later, the rest of humanity began to catch up... and it all started with a man gifted with Total Command over every function of his body.

Rated: M

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(Epsilon110)

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Chapter 1

He was… unimpressed.

Izuku twirled his mechanical pencil in his hand.

Quirk history class wasn't what he expected, but then again what did he expect from high school history? They were just repeating the same thing he had read, heard about, and had been lectured about for years.

”The cause of the appearance of quirks is unknown, other than that it started 200 years ago…”

His green eyes glazed over as the teacher regurgitated the same stuff that society had been talking about for over a century.

Quirks themselves, on the other hand... those were still interesting. His eyes drifted to the explosion of blonde hair in front of him. His childhood friend... or was she an ex-childhood friend at this point? His pencil stopped twirling as abruptly as his thoughts.

An idea.

He flipped open his journal, 'Heroics for the Future; Concepts #5', and found an empty page before starting to draw her out. Sharp chin, lean but heavily muscular body, he knew how strong she was under that baggy school uniform from experience. He rubbed a sore spot in his ribs. The gentle curves of femininity, nothing extravagant…

He chuckled to himself.

She's almost... aerodynamic.

His mind stopped drifting as he looked down on the writing and small sketches in front of hi-

”Midoriya!” His attention shot back to his teacher, who was looking down at him with slight annoyance. She huffed. ”I know you probably know all this stuff already, but could you at least not mutter?” He looked sheepishly around.

Not again...

Katsumi had leaned back in her chair and was glaring at him, the livid glint in her crimson eyes shining brightly, the one that hadn't left her eyes since what- they were 4? He could barely remember her not looking at him with such malice. Honestly, he missed when she didn't look at him like that.

Shaking his head, he apologized profusely, still blushing madly at the small thought that floated through his stream of consciousness. The attention of the class gradually moved back to the teacher, although some girls were still casting him weird looks. They were something between being impressed and creeped out. Then again, those were the looks he- well, men got.

Ever since quirks became a thing, a pattern became apparent. As rapidly the number of quirk bearers increased in women, the number of men dropped with them, and now they only made up 20% of the total population. Seeing one nowadays had a kind of 'novelty' to it, and creeped some people out. But honestly, he couldn't blame them.

With the rare exception of full families, most families were now just a single mother getting i_m_p_r_e_g_n_a_t_ed by donated s_p_e_r_m. His own mom was in the same situation and he doubted any of his classmates had ever even seen their dad, let alone been in the same room with a man other than himself.

He began twirling his pencil again.

It was automatic, no conscious effort was given to it, but he found that it suppressed his muttering. Maybe it kept his subconscious busy enough so his mouth remained shut. He took a quick break to jot down the note in his journal as quickly as possible before beginning to twirl it again.

Maybe this was his quirk? Overactive subconscious?

He smiled a sad smile. Yeah right...

Men don't have quirks.

The bell rang, derailing his train of thought. The class was over and so was the day. The teacher bid farewell and left the classroom. He took a deep breath… and was quickly covered in smoke and ash as his desk sprouted a miniature mushroom cloud.

”Dekuuuu….” Katsumi seethed. She was mad at him. Again.

”Y-yes, Kacchan?” He grimaced. Why did he keep letting that nickname fly through his lips? Katsumi's eyes shined even brighter with anger.

”What the f_u_c_k were you murmuring about back here?” Her tone was calmer than what he had expected and what was used to. If her hand wasn't sizzling on his desk with enough heat to leave a mark and her eyes didn't have that glow, he might have thought she was actually relatively calm.

But damn did she look terrifying. ”N-nothing!”

Smooth, real smooth, Deku, h e chided himself as Katsumi lifted up her hand and took his journal ”H-hey, give i-”

She cut him off. ”Oh really? 'Cause I could have sworn that you were writing something down on this.” She started flipping through pages and pages of concepts, of how pro heroes could use their powers, possible support gear for them and even some for her classmates and- ”Oh there it is...” she flipped to the most recent page. The one about her. An analysis of her quirk along with support gear, with a picture of her for reference. ”I still can't believe you are making these. Especially when they are not going to work for a man like you.” She looked up to see his reaction.

She paled when she saw the raw determination in his eyes. Dammit. It's still there.

”I'll find a use for them.”

His stutter was gone.

”When I become a hero.”

Katsumi only wordlessly stared at him for a good couple of seconds.

Then his journal in her hands exploded.

F_u_c_k, not again…

She let the remains of the journal drop back to his desk.

”You. Are. Never. Going. To. Become. A. Hero.”

He looked down on the sad remains of his journal and felt someone pat his head; the hand brushed through his curly hair and landed on his shoulder. The delicate gesture would be appreciated if the hand didn't start to sizzle against his shoulder painfully. He hoped that the heat would disappear, and only began to breathe again once it started to dissipate.

”So be a good boy,” he looked up to catch Katsumi smiling down at him.

His breath hitched.

”And give up.”

”And stop drawing me you creep!” she huffed and exited the classroom, hand still smoking.

No one noticed Izuku's increased heart rate, and no one truly knew why he had a full body blush.

He can still look at me like that... She hissed in aggravation, clutching the page she stole from his notebook, the page with his newest sketch of her.

Goddammit…

He kicked a pebble across the road, trying his best to ignore the looks he got from children during his trek back home. Sighing, he took a turn leading to a more isolated route.

He didn't want to see the wonder in the little girls' eyes right now, it hurt to see them. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the manhole cover shudder as he walked over it.

He didn't have time to react when it flew off and his whole world suddenly turned a sickly neon green.

”Phahaha!” his captor bellowed as her slimy body wrapped around him in a dangerously affectionate hug. ”Such a nice catch~” She giggled as he grasped at her, trying to force her off of him, only for his hands to flow through her harmlessly. ”I would love to tease you more but I have someone to hide from...” Izuku felt his mouth get forced open, and her body start to slither in. ”So let me borrow your body.”

She tasted like lime against his throat.

This is how I die?

He closed his eyes, the pain of her forcing her way through his throat making his eyes water…

Wait- she felt like water!

And she was in his throa-

”C'mon, stop struggling, it'll only hurt for a mome-” She suddenly felt his throat tighten immensely around her tendril, enough to shear the tip off ...

What the hell?

Izuku heaved as the tendril bubbled back out and he managed to cough out the rest, taking deep erratic breaths. His whole throat was burning and aching, but she was out, for now. He forced his legs to move under her slimy grasp until his muscles finally budged and started to move. It felt was like he was walking through cement, but he only needed to move a couple more meters.

Gotta get somewhere public, then she'll be forced to run away.

”My, my~ You are a feisty one, aren't you?” He could hear her mockingly compassionate tone against his neck. ”Too bad you're gonna die...” He could feel her pushing against his lips again, trying to get back in. He couldn't pull what he did last time again, his throat was already too tired. So if she got in, it would be the end.

”DO NOT FEAR!” His eyes snapped open as his whole body twisted with shock to look at the manhole.