When he woke up the next day, Allen had to move Nemuri, who had fallen asleep on top of him.
Not that he minded being used as a pillow by a beautiful woman—but Nemuri had a habit of pressing herself so close that he had woken up several times with her breasts on his face. What was the downside? Absolutely nothing. Sure, there was a risk of suffocation, but it seemed like a fair price. The real problem was his "responsibilities"—school and work kept him from staying like that for long.
"Hehe~" Nemuri chuckled in a perverted way even while asleep when she felt Allen's hands. Unfortunately, there would be no happy ending—Allen set her aside and stood up.
Before leaving his room, Allen frowned slightly as he looked at Nemuri Kayama, also known as Midnight.
After a few seconds of staring at her, a label appeared above her head.
[Nemuri Kayama]
What was strange was that the label was slightly translucent, and even a couple of letters looked blurred.
This wasn't the first time Allen had seen this phenomenon. To begin with, very few people had labels above them—villains, heroes, important individuals, and occasionally some ordinary people, though far fewer compared to the others.
At first, he assumed it was due to a person's relevance in the world. However, he had encountered contradictions—such as seeing two very famous heroes with the same condition as Nemuri, and then noticing ordinary people, like Deku's mother, with normal labels.
"..." Allen gently caressed Nemuri's cheek. She smiled like a pampered cat as she snuggled closer, making him smile. "Don't worry... I'll protect you..."
Allen left the room. As soon as he did, Nemuri opened her eyes—her face completely red, her pupils dilated.
"That's not fair..." the woman muttered before burying her face in the pillow.
She couldn't keep hiding what she felt. While her usual "perverted" behavior could be passed off as part of her personality—and she certainly used it to stay close to Allen—at this point, Nemuri could no longer fool herself into thinking she just found him attractive.
'Ah... I'm a failure...'
....
As he stepped into the hallway, Allen ran into Kaina, who had just come out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth. What was curious was that she was wearing one of his white shirts. Just a shirt and underwear—but it didn't really bother him.
"At this rate, I'm going to run out of clothes," Allen joked.
Kaina blushed, but unexpectedly chose to stand her ground. "Huh? You ungrateful brat—I paid for your ass for years. Me wearing one or two of your shirts because they're comfortable won't affect you at all."
"I get it, I was just saying," Allen shrugged. "I miss the cute Kaina who got nervous and scared when she was embarrassed—not this shameless woman who picked up who-knows-what bad influences."
Kaina lunged at Allen and put him in a headlock.
"Say that again! Who got scared?!"
Allen laughed at the situation.
"But you're not going to deny you used to get embarrassed?" he said with a grin that made Kaina want to punch him—but she knew she'd only hurt her own hand. Not because Allen was using any template, but because of how tough his body was.
"You'll see!" Kaina exclaimed, and the two ended up "struggling" until they both fell onto the living room couch, with Allen on top of her, holding her wrists.
Allen's expression turned serious as he looked at the woman beneath him, who was breathing heavily—whether from exertion or the situation, it was hard to tell.
"What?" Kaina asked, pretending ignorance. It had been a long time since they both knew their relationship couldn't stay the same forever, yet that final step felt like a curse.
Allen smiled slightly. "Well, I told you a while ago to stop wearing my shirts to sleep..."
"Tsk... like I'd let some brat tell me how to dress!" Kaina grumbled, though her face turned even redder.
Allen lowered his gaze. During their earlier "scuffle," several buttons had come undone, revealing her pale cleavage and part of her chest.
"It's not that I really mind, but it's a very provocative way to dress... to the point that it makes it hard for me to..."
"W-what?" Kaina asked, her voice laced with embarrassment, anxiety, and a faint hint of expectation.
Allen gave her a mischievous smile—but at that moment, his phone rang. Something that genuinely annoyed him—until he saw it was Makoto.
He sighed and stood up, leaving Kaina dazed.
"Makoto... what do you need?"
"Oh? Are you mad? Did I wake you up? Or are you mad about something else?"
Kaina snapped back to reality, standing up from the couch and glaring at Allen's phone with dissatisfaction.
Makoto Tsukauchi—this woman was Allen's representative/assistant, and neither Nemuri nor Kaina liked her very much. Mostly because of how she had become his representative.
A couple of months ago, Allen had met her in a very absurd way—she had jumped off a building while shouting his name, which was an incredibly stupid way to contact him.
Allen didn't care that she was a beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes—he scolded her. But he soon realized she was actually the sister of Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi.
The most absurd part was that she had a video of Allen revealing his secret identity as Spider-Man to Stain.
At first, he thought she wanted to scam or blackmail him. But to his surprise, she only wanted to ask him a few questions. Allen wasn't stupid—when he realized she had the Quirk "Polygraph," he saw the trap. At that point, he decided to play along and see what she wanted to ask. The only question, however, was unexpected.
– "Do you have any intention of harming innocent people?"
Allen smiled. Of course, he understood why she asked that. Unlike All Might, he didn't give off the impression of being a symbol of virtue. And while his actions spoke louder than words, it was natural for people to fear someone as powerful as him.
– "I would never harm innocents."
Allen answered sincerely, and Makoto smiled, satisfied. She deleted the video in front of him—but before she could leave, Allen stopped her and offered her the position of his representative.
Makoto—a university student with the insight of a seasoned journalist and the courage to confront him—was something Allen genuinely liked.
Back to the present—
"Hey, Makoto, what kind of joke is it to use my name like this?"
"You don't like it?~"
"No. And what's with everyone's obsession with adding 'Man' to the end of every nickname?"
"Come on, it's just an internet joke that got out of hand. Not my fault you have so many haters."
"Tsk... those bastards... whatever. I've even thought about changing my name."
"Mmm, as your representative, I'd recommend against it—it could affect your popularity. But on the other hand, I know you'll do whatever you want, so go ahead. Just let me know first so I can start a campaign on social media and spread it on the news~"
Allen was surprised at how seriously Makoto took his casual comment. He had only been slightly annoyed about the topic, but instead of calming him down, she had already started planning to make it happen.
"I can't even be mad when you spoil me like this."
"Ara, I haven't spoiled you at all. If you want that, invite me to dinner this weekend and you'll see what real spoiling is."
The moment she finished speaking, Kaina hugged him from behind and pouted.
"Didn't you say you'd take me out this weekend?❤️~" Kaina said in the sweetest voice she could manage. It made her feel disgusted with herself, but she was willing to endure it.
"Good morning, Tsutsumi-san," Makoto said without adding anything else.
That froze Kaina in place, leaving her both dissatisfied and embarrassed.
"See you later, Makoto. I'll try to see if I have time for dinner. After all, you're my representative, and I have to take care of you—but as you can see, I have women at home who also need my attention."
After hanging up, Kaina let go of him, embarrassed, making Allen laugh. Meanwhile, Makoto frowned as she bit her nail.
"That woman acts more like a slut... and so what if you met him first?!"
Makoto lay back on the tatami floor of her room and sighed.
....
Half an hour later, Allen was getting ready to head to UA alongside Nemuri, who was already wearing her Midnight costume.
"Don't be late, and make sure you don't cause trouble," Kaina said. She was wearing an apron, giving off the impression of a young wife seeing her husband off.
"I'm not a kid," Allen said, raising an eyebrow.
"I wasn't talking to you," Kaina replied mockingly, directing it at Nemuri.
A vein popped on Nemuri's forehead, but before they could start arguing, Allen picked her up in his arms and carried her away.
Nemuri stuck her tongue out at Kaina while wrapping her arms around Allen's neck, which only made the other woman angrier.
....
Allen arrived at UA High School flying with Nemuri. After landing, they didn't head into the building but instead went to the parking lot.
The day of the training camp had finally arrived. There, all the students of Class 1-A were gathered near the bus that would take them to the location.
Aizawa looked at Allen with dissatisfaction—this guy always showed up at the last moment. But he knew he himself was often late to everything, so he couldn't really complain.
While Allen greeted everyone, Nemuri approached Aizawa.
"Sorry for being late, Aizawa-kun," Midnight said with a shameless smile. She knew it was her fault—on the way there, she had asked Allen to take her on a "romantic stroll" above the clouds. But having learned from Allen, she would never admit it.
"It's fine," the man said, not wanting to stir up trouble. Then he looked at the students. "Was holding this camp the right decision?"
Nezu had postponed the camp, which was originally supposed to take place during summer vacation. He hadn't stated the reason, but it likely had something to do with the rumored traitor within UA.
"For that reason, it was even decided not to bring as many teachers as originally planned."
No one was stupid. At the very least, UA's teachers had enough reasoning ability to understand that someone was leaking information to the League of Villains—to All For One—from inside UA.
Nezu didn't want to suspect his students or teachers—but he had to. That's why, over these past months, he had been moving discreetly to uncover the traitor.
This camp had originally been meant to inform all the teachers, but by changing the date and only notifying half of them, both Midnight and Aizawa realized this was another test by Nezu—to see if the information would leak.
"But will we be okay?" Vlad asked as he approached them. "It'll just be the three of us and one teacher who'll remain hidden."
Class 1-B would also be participating in this camp.
"Idiot," Midnight scolded.
Vlad realized he had said too much. "Sorry."
Aizawa sighed. "I would've liked to bring All Might-san... but..."
Nemuri snorted in dissatisfaction. "I find it offensive that you're so worried. Isn't MY dear Allen here?!"
Vlad and Aizawa exchanged glances.
"You're right, sorry," Vlad said, raising his hands.
"Walker is very strong, but he always carries that unpredictable factor because of his youth."
"...." Nemuri's expression darkened.
"Sorry," Aizawa added, not wanting to anger the woman who practically idolized Allen.
....
"This time I'll prove I can beat you!" Kaminari declared boldly to Allen.
"You might as well give up!~" Mina said with a laugh.
"What?!" Kaminari was surprised that no one believed in him.
Over these months, many students have been switching classes.
– One week, Tetsutetsu dropped and Reiko moved up.
Tetsutetsu felt embarrassed but didn't complain—he knew he had faltered in training.
– Another week, Jiro dropped out of class 1-A and Sato returned.
The guy had grown stronger and trained hard. As for Jiro, she swallowed her pride and asked Allen to train her privately.
– The following week, Monoma dropped and Kinoko moved up.
This was because Monoma was extremely antisocial with Class 1-A, which made his teamwork terrible.
– The next week, Kinoko dropped and Mineta moved up.
Kinoko was a bit shy, which made training very difficult for her. As a result, she only lasted one week in Class 1-A. Feeling sorry for her, Allen tried to help her overcome her shyness—but it had the opposite effect, as she couldn't even look him in the eyes. So Allen had some of the girls help her instead.
– The following week, Jiro returned and Mineta dropped...
Allen's training had produced great results, and Jiro had become more skilled and stronger. On the other hand, Mineta had relaxed after returning to Class 1-A, and his perverted nature worked against him—especially since most of the girls were in Class 1-A.
This wasn't a coincidence. Allen made sure to advise and train Momo, Itsuka, Ochako, Mina, Toru, Tsuyu, Ibara, Reiko, Setsuna, and even recently Jiro. Thanks to this, the girls had very little chance of dropping to Class 1-B. The male students could only curse the fact that they didn't have breasts.
With this pace, months passed, and currently, Class 1-A consisted of:
Allen, Momo, Deku, Bakugo, Ochako, Todoroki, Itsuka, Mina, Toru, Tsuyu, Ibara, Reiko, Setsuna, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shoji, Iida, Aoyama, and Jiro.
Several original Class 1-B students had moved up over these months, but most didn't last more than a week. This was because the level of competitiveness in Class 1-A was far greater than in Class 1-B.
Considering how strong both the boys and girls had become with Allen's support, the rotation gradually became more difficult, and there were some who simply never dropped.
....
"You bastard, stop showing off your harem!" Mineta shouted while crying blood from Class 1-B.
"Don't be pathetic..." said Sen Kaibara beside him. This guy had once been extremely confident in his looks—to the point of calling himself "a handsome guy" during the sports festival—but after being completely crushed by Allen and realizing no girl would look at him with Allen around, he dropped that attitude. In fact, he seemed to avoid going to Class 1-A, afraid of looking ordinary next to him.
Allen smiled and approached Class 1-B.
"How are you, Juzo?" Allen said to a blond-haired boy with prominent teeth.
"Good morning!" Juzo Honenuki greeted firmly. Even though he had only been in Class 1-A for a week, his sense of humor made Allen like him, so he gave him a lot of advice that helped him improve.
Allen nodded and looked at Monoma. "As charismatic as ever."
"Shut up..." Monoma looked away, grumbling. He wasn't stupid enough to challenge Allen—the beatings during training had made him fear him a bit, though also respect him.
"Good morning, Yui."
"..." Yui nodded, slightly averting her gaze. As an expressionless girl, it was hard to tell what she felt just from her face—but after months, Allen had gotten to know her well enough to understand when she was embarrassed, happy, angry, or sad.
Allen patted her head and continued greeting the rest. While Allen was technically a student, he was clearly not like them—he was a professional hero, and not just any hero. That earned him a lot of respect among the hero course and admiration throughout the rest of the school.
Of course, being a humble man, Allen didn't reject that respect.
"Alright, time to go—everyone to the buses," Nemuri said, giving Allen a look to stop flirting with the girls.
Soon, the buses departed.
....
After some time on the road, they even left Mustafu behind. When they arrived, Class 1-A got off at a stop in the middle of the road, right next to a cliff overlooking a vast forest.
Class 1-B continued ahead on the bus—it seemed they would be dropped off somewhere else.
Immediately, Allen noticed two women waiting for them, who greeted them enthusiastically.
"Welcome! I'm Mandalay!" said a girl who looked like she was cosplaying as a cat.
[Shino Sosaki "Mandalay"
Quirk: Telepath
Type: Emitter]
Shino was a slim and beautiful woman with short reddish-brown hair, bangs in the center of her forehead, and brown eyes.
She wore a feline-themed hero costume—a red top similar to a marching band uniform that exposed her midriff, a large ruffled skirt with a reddish-brown tail, an orange belt with small pouches, and a silver buckle shaped like a cat paw.
The most striking features were her large clawed gloves resembling white cat paws, red boots with white vertical stripes, and a helmet-like headset with cat-ear protrusions. She also had two red lines painted under her eyes.
"I'm Pixie-Bob, kitties! Welcome to the Beast's Forest!" said the other girl.
[Ryuko Tsuchikawa "Pixie-Bob"
Quirk: Earth Flow
Type: Emitter]
Ryuko was a cute, athletic woman with long blonde hair reaching her back, side-swept bangs, and green eyes.
Pixie-Bob's outfit was very similar to Mandalay's, though light blue. She wore a headset with cat-ear-like protrusions and frameless bluish goggles. She also had a small blue marking on her cheeks.
The woman licked her lips the moment she saw Allen, which made Nemuri snort in annoyance while Mandalay facepalmed.
Allen shrugged. For him, this camp was more like a vacation—his main objective was simply to protect the students in case something happened. Something no one would want.
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A/N: I'm going to make some changes to the pacing of the story—we're going to pick up the pace a bit—and with the time skip, there will be even more noticeable changes.
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