From the moment Izuku Midoriya woke up, he knew something was wrong.
Even before he opened his eyes to see that the familiar setting of his room with his multitude of All Might posters and merchandise greeting him for a new day weren't there, he could instantly feel that this wasn't his bed. The sheets, pillows, the blanket over him, it was all so much... softer than his own.
When he at last opened his eyes, mild panic settled in as his suspicions were confirmed and he noticed this indeed wasn't his bed, or his room. Staring straight up, he could tell this was a luxurious, canopied bed, one he could never purchase himself in good conscience.
Izuku resisted the urge to scream. Was this a villain kidnapping scheme? If so, he couldn't alert his potential captors to the fact that he was awake. What he needed to do was stealthily look around, take in his surroundings, then come up with a battle plan. He could do this.
He carefully slid out of the embrace his naked classmates Tsuyu Asui and Momo Yaoyorozu had him in, pushed himself more upright so he could look around to see that the rest of the room was just as magnificent and extravagant as the bed he was in. Clearly, his captors weren't short on money, whether they'd gotten that by fair means or-
Wait a minute.
His eyes darted back to the sleeping bodies of his female classmates, unable to comprehend what his eyes were telling his brain, not helped along by the fact that they were clearly completely nude. They were both lying on either side of him, their arms lightly resting on the boy's upper torso. He could feel both of their chests of considerable sizes squeezing against his shoulders, and with a familiar blush rising in his face he now felt that his own body was just as exposed beneath the covers.
"Midoriya, you're muttering." Tsuyu said in a bleary voice as she slowly opened her eyes.
Izuku slapped a hand over his mouth as he realized he had said all of that stuff aloud.
Okay, maybe now is the time to scream.
He tried to speak, though he knew that even if his rising anxiety would let him, it would be as intense stuttering and incoherent rambling, but before he could even get that far, another familiar voice was heard from the other end of the bed.
"You guys already awake? Jeez, can't even let us sleep in on a Saturday?"
With great effort, Izuku took his eyes off the awokened frog girl who was now staring intensely at him with her familiarly wide eyes, and turned his flustered gaze towards Kyouka Jirou, who was getting up from her own sleeping position at the other end of the bed where she bore an annoyed expression as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. To his everlasting regret, Izuku could see that she too shared his and the others' sentiment to not wear clothes.
"Hey, quit staring!" She said, blushing as she noticed the green-haired boy looking at her body.
"S-s-s-sorry!" Izuku managed, and swiftly threw his head back to stare intensely at the roof of the bed.
Yaoyorozu, Asui and now Jirou? What is going on here? What happened last night?
A shock went through his body as he heard yet another voice from the same side of the bed as the rock girl.
"Aw come on Kyo, I'm pretty sure he saw everything worth seeing last night!"
As a reflex, Izuku turned his head back to see the owner of this new voice, Mina Ashido next to Kyouka, grinning at him as she stretched her pink body which, following the trend, was also without any sort of covering.
"What's up, Midori!" She cheerfully greeted the boy who didn't think he could reach a deeper shade of red in his face. "Ready to go another round?" She winked at him with her black and gold eye.
But before he could even begin to think about what that could possibly mean, a fifth presence made herself known as someone beneath his covers rose, a face dangerously close to a very private body part of his appeared, yellow eyes staring up at his, with lines in the irises resembling that of a sniper scope's.
"I'd say he is, if this thing is anything to go by." Mei Hatsume said, flashing a devilish smile as she gestured towards his crotch area which was definitely starting to awake too.
Alright, so his face could get redder, good to know.
He stared transfixed at Hatsume's scope-eyes which he knew could zoom in to watch a target up to five kilometres away, desperately trying not to think about how naked she clearly was too, and trying even harder not to think about how close her naked body was to his. As he continued staring, he felt the body of Momo next to him begin to shift as she too awoke.
"Mmm... Good morning, Midoriya." She yawned out, as she pulled him into a tighter hug, his right arm disappearing between the mounds of her chest.
Okay, now is DEFINITELY the time to scream.
It was a fight or flight reaction, his body began to light up with bright energy as he activated his inherited quirk, One For All, Full Cowling. With a boost of power he flew a meter upwards, his mind dimly aware of how much of his body he was exposing to the unclothed girls in the bed, but if he stayed in the bed for any longer, he was sure he would quite literally explode. Twisting his body in midair, he felt his feet make contact with a wall which he used to push himself several feet away from the bed, landing on the floor. He spared a second to quickly scan the room for something to cover himself with, but there was no sign of his clothes anywhere. He continued forward, intending to get as much space between him and the other girls as possible. He burst out of the bedroom, noticing he was now in some kind of huge corridor, the layout just as mansion-like as the previous room. His eyes fell on what looked to be a halfopen door to- a bathroom.
Bathroom. Locks. Privacy. Perfect.
He could already hear the voices of the girls behind him getting closer. He activated Full Cowling again, gaining a massive speed burst as he threw himself into the bathroom, taking care not to exert himself too much; it wouldn't do to break his legs so far away from UA's Recovery Girl.
Fumbling madly with the door handle, he finally got the lock flicked, and checked to see if it really was locked before finally collapsing on the floor.
Okay. Immediate crisis averted. Evaluate. What do I need to get out of this situation?
He heard Yaoyorozu calling his name from outside, in a concerned voice. He couldn't focus on that now. He scanned the room, looking for possible escape routes. A window, much too tiny for him to jump through, and even if it wasn't he still needed something to protect whatever was left of his modesty.
A knock on the bathroom door made him jump.
"Midoriya?" came Asui's voice from the other side. "You okay in there?"
He decided not to reply. He needed to focus on ways to get out of this mess. More voices from outside.
"Jeez, I've heard of morning after jitters, but this guy's taking it to a whole other level." He heard Ashido say.
By now they were probably all gathered outside the door. Izuku closed his eyes, shutting all of them out of his mind. He could probably find some towels in here, tie them around his waist. If he then unlocked and opened the bathroom door quickly enough, he could activate Full Cowling again and get by the girls before they realized what he was doing. He thought he was quick enough to avoid any gadgets Hatsume might have or Asui's tongue. Jirou's soundwaves were dependant on equipment he didn't think she had right at this moment, and Momo needed time to create capturing equipment, something he wasn't going to give her, and Ashido he was confident wouldn't try to hurt him by throwing her acid at him. He just needed to surprise them. From there, he could bounce around the mansion until he found a door or window wide enough for him to escape the confined space and get a sense of where he was. Following that he was unsure of what to do next, but he was sure he could figure something out.
A thought struck him, these were his friends on the other side of the door. He hadn't really been the closest with any one of them, mostly due to how he got around girls, but he'd never exactly had problems with any of them, and he hoped none of them had problems with him either. If they just talked to eachother, they could probably figure this whole thing out, no sweat.
The thought was quickly extinguised though, as the hard facts of the situation was one- they were naked. Two- he was naked. Three- he'd awoken in their bed. Four- based on what Ashido had said, and the fact they had all been naked when awokened in said bed, one could assume that they had...
Okay, no. I am not nearly prepared enough to even think of that possibility. Focus on the mission. Cover up, rush past them, escape. Figure the rest out later.
He opened his eyes again, staring determinedly at the door from his sitting position at the floor, going through the plan again in his mind. This would be easy. He could do thi-
"Heya, stud. Come to shower with me?"
The feminine voice had whispered from seemingly out of nowhere, right in his ear. In a desperate desire to get away, Izuku's body moved automatically, throwing himself headfirst directly against the large bathtub by his side. Before he could register the exploding pain in his temple, he was out cold.
"...think he's okay. What the hell happened in there, Hagakure?"
"I don't know! I was just sleeping peacefully in the bathtub, then suddenly he barges in, locks the door and starts muttering about escape plans and whatever so I decided to be sexy and whisper in his ear, but I don't think he noticed me because he jumped straight against the tub."
"You don't think he noticed yo- you're wearing nothing!"
"Yeah, exactly! You'd think a boy would notice if there was a naked girl right next to him, right?"
"..."
"What?"
"Nevermind, why were you sleeping in the bathtub anyway?"
"I like bathtubs! They're comfy! Wait, you guys didn't notice I wasn't in the bed?"
"No! How could we?!"
"Wow, okay, rude!"
Slowly regaining his senses, Izuku let out a groan as he felt an aching pain on the side of his skull. The world was spinning blurrily around him as he at last opened his eyes again, seeing a bunch of formless shapes above him.
Then, pink filled his vision as Ashido leaned down, her face inches from his, golden irises surrounded by black sclera staring into his soul.
"Guys, he's awake!"
The loud noise startled him as well as the proximity, and he felt searing pain again when he threw his head back, colliding the back of it with the wall.
"Midoriya!" Yaoyorozu yelled, startled.
"Wow, he really does like hurting himself, doesn't he?" Came the voice he'd heard in the bathroom, which Izuku now identified as belonging to Tooru Hagakure, the girl with the Invisibility Quirk.
Closing his eyes again to block out the pain, Izuku felt his head being gently lifted, and a soft pillow being placed underneath it.
He opened his eyes again, his vision returning, intending to thank whoever had provided the pillow, but when his eyes met the still completely exposed bodies of Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Asui and Ashido, he quickly turned his gaze as far down as he could, only to be met with his own nudity where he to his everlasting regret observed that his painriddled head wasn't the only throbbing body part of his.
The only thing he could think of doing was shutting his eyes, and covering them with his hands for good measure.
"Uh..." Yaoyorozu's voice could be heard, unsure and awkward. "Do- do you want some ice for your head, Midoriya? Those hits you took looked nasty."
Izuku couldn't even comprehend thinking about something so simple as treating his injuries. He needed to get to the bottom of whatever was going on here.
"P-please." He said, still covering his eyes.
Just imagine they're clothed. Just imagine YOU'RE clothed. We're all clothed. Yes.
He heard the crinkling of a plastic bag, before flinching as someone but something very cold against his forehead, then sighing as the pain in his head dulled to something more managable.
"There you go!" He heard Ashido's bubbly voice next to him. "Fresh icebag straight from Momo's body!"
Momo's body. Momo's CLOTHED body. Oh god, this isn't working.
"I-I-I- I don't u-understand what's g-going on." He attempted. "W-where am I? W-why am I here? A-a-and w-where a-are our c-c-c-" He swallowed, forcing the word out. "clothes?"
There was a pause of silence, then Yaoyorozu spoke up.
"You don't remember, Midoriya?"
He shook his head.
"How hard did he hit his head?" He heard Jirou say.
"Yo, Midoriya! How many fingers am I holding up?" Hagakure asked.
"Even if he was looking, he wouldn't be able to tell, idiot." Jirou's annoyed voice.
"Wow, you are just being a bitch to me today!" Hagakure's slightly offended voice.
"I-it's not my head!" Midoriya cut in, desperately trying not to get distracted. "I-I couldn't remember anything from when I woke up in that bed!"
"Really? That's strange, ribbit." He heard Asui say.
"How could he forget?" He heard Ashido ask. "We didn't have THAT much alcohol at the party!"
The party.
That jogged his memory. Not enough to understand why he was here, but it was a jumping on point. Flashes from yesterday began filling his mind, him sitting by his computer, getting a text from Uraraka, going to an address...
All of this did nothing to change the fact that five girls were currently staring at his private parts. He'd have to overcome that hurdle before anything else.
"I-I'm having trouble th-thinking straight." He stammered. "D-do you know w-where my c-c-clothes are?"
Silence.
"P-please?" He tried again.
"Uhm..." Yaoyorozu's voice.
"Yeah... about that..." Ashido said, drawing out her words as if she didn't want to admit something. "I... may have... hypothetically... dissolvedthem." She spoke the last two words very fast and very quietly.
"What?" Izuku said, hoping desperately he'd misheard her.
"She used her Quirk on our clothes." Asui said, as brutally honest as ever.
"...why?" Midoriya asked, too incredulous to remember to stutter.
"It, uh... It seemed like a good idea at the time." Ashido said, awkwardly.
"It was an amazing Quirk display." Yaoyorozu said, praise in her voice. "You had to control the exact amount and strength of your acid to make sure that only the clothes got dissolved, without hurting the wearer. It was very impressive!"
"Hey, thanks Momo!" Ashido said, cheer returning in her voice.
"Just because it was impressive the way she did it, doesn't mean that it wasn't completely pointless." Jirou said. "We could easily have stripped ourselves, it wouldn't have taken that much longer and now we don't have clothes anymore."
"Yeah but... it was pretty hot in the moment." Hagakure said, optimistically.
"My clothes... dissolved?" Izuku said, on the verge of tears now, still covering his eyes.
"I- I can make you new ones!" Yaoyorozu hurried to say. "Just gotta get your measurements..." He felt her hands hurriedly trailing up and down his legs, arms and torso. If he wasn't so incredibly uncomfortable with this whole situation, he imagined he could have enjoyed it.
"Alright, here we go." She said at last, and he could hear the muffled sounds of cloth hitting the floor. "We'll uh... leave you in here so you can dress yourself, and head into the bedroom to put something on ourselves. Then you can come in and we'll uh, talk." He heard them scattering out of the bathroom, and he at last uncovered his eyes.
His heart was pumping hard as he looked around to take in his surroundings. He'd been moved to the other end of the room where he now half-sat, half-laid on a pillow propped up against the wall. In front of him, Yaoyoroyu's freshly made clothes, looking perfectly identical to his old ones lay on the floor. She had an incredible eye for detail.
He was about to reach out for them when he remembered the last time he'd thought he was alone in there.
"Uh, H-Hagakure?" He tried. "You're not still in here, right?"
No reply. He tried listening for her breathing, but heard nothing. He wondered if this would damage his trust for his female classmates forever, as he scanned the walls and ceiling, just to make sure Asui wasn't watching him from anywhere. At last, he began putting on his clothes.
Making his way out of the bathroom, he briefly considered just following his original plan, and fleeing the house now that no one was here to stop him him, but... He needed to know exactly what had happened last night. He couldn't live like this, knowing that something had happened, six girls knowing what, and him knowing nothing. He knew the awkwardness from talking to girls would be even more unavoidable than usual now, but he had to do this. Plus, checking his pockets he realized that he didn't have his phone on him.
Hoping with all his heart that Ashido hadn't dissolved that as well, he made his way back into the girls' bedroom.
As he approached the doorknob, he felt his anxiety rise up again, his heart pounding at the prospect of being in the same room and talking to his female classmates again, and he hestitated.
This is stupid. I've faced down giant robots and supervillains trying to kill me. I've broken nearly every bone in my body atleast once and faced off against the Hero killer, Stain. And yet none of that felt as terrifying as going inside this room to talk to these girls. What gives?
He supposed that it might have something to do with him not being able to solve this particular problem with a well placed Detroit Smash.
He sighed, closed his eyes, and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Yaoyorozu's voice rang. "We are decent now! Well, most of us, anyway."
Not liking the sound of that, Izuku gathered all of his remaining courage, and opened the door.
He was greeted by Momo Yaoyorozu who to his eternal gratitude was wearing a thick sweater, long skirt and stockings covering her slender legs, only parts of skin exposed on her was her hands and face. Talking with her shouldn't be too much of an issue, ignoring his normal disability to communicate with females. Next to her stood Tsuyu Asui, dressed in a very plain white dress, staring at him with her usual unblinking wide eyes.
He looked a bit around the room, seeing Mina Ashido in shorts and a black hoodie, pink letters over her chest area spelling out "acid," talking excitedly to a floating set of a matching outfit, which could only be Tooru Hagakure. In the corner of the room Kyouka Jirou was sitting in a corner, wearing her usual set of punk rock clothes, scrolling absentmindedly on her phone. She turned her head briefly to nod at the boy in acknowledgement, before returning attention to her device.
"We found your phone under the bed." Yaoyorozu said, gesturing to a desk where he could see his own device connected to a charger. "It was out of battery, so I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty to charge it."
"N-not at all. Thanks." Izuku said. He wasn't quite able to make eye contact with the taller girl, and neither it seemed, could she. They were both left standing awkwardly, her staring at the floor, him staring to the slight left of her face, a blush appearing on them both as neither was sure what to say next.
"Hey, Green Hair! Nice of you to join us again!" An eager voice exclaimed, coming from somewhere behind Yaoyorozu.
Izuku looked around the Creation-Quirk wielding heroine, to found himself getting as flustered as before when he saw Mei Hatsume, sitting crosslegged in the bed, waving at him cheerfully as she tinkered with a cube-looking device of some kind with a screwdriver. She was wearing her usual helmet resembling steampunk goggles, and nothing else, it seemed. What looked to be her usual outfit laid in a bundle around her.
"Do you seriously not remember his name?" Jirou asked, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
"Don't take it personally, I don't remember anyones names." Hatsume waved her off as she returned her attention to her tech.
"Could you atleast put on the clothes Yaoyorozu made for you?" Jirou asked again, frowning at being dismissed so casually.
"Yeah, yeah I'll get to it in a minute." Hatsume said, not paying attention.
Izuku felt his face go red again, and forced himself not to look at the naked inventor. He stared as far down at the floor as he could.
"S-s-so we were g-gonna talk?" He asked his own feet.
"Right. Uh, maybe you'd want to take a seat?" Yaoyorozu asked him, gesturing to a table in the corner of the room.
Midoriya got the feeling that she too was embarrased standing so close to the unclothed Hatsume behind her, and he gratefully accepted her offer. He, and the rest of the girls moved towards the table, each taking a seat.
"You guys go on ahead!" Izuku heard Hatsume call out from behind them. "I can hear everything from over here, and if you speak too low, I can lip read!"
"Uh, right. So, uh..." Yaoyorozu stammered out, clearly awkward with this situation. "Uh... why don't you start telling us what you can remember from last night, and then we'll try to fill in the blanks."
"Oh, uh, okay." Midoriya said, trying his hardest to concentrate on remembering the night before, and ignore all the girls' stares.
Focusing on the flashes in his mind, he was able to relive them in some detail.
He'd been sitting in his room, doing his homework for Mr. Aizawa, when suddenly his phone buzzed. He'd checked it, and saw a text from his friend, Ochako Uraraka, informing him of a party the class was having, asking if he coud make it. Having not been invited to a social event like that in his life, ever, he'd seen this as an opportunity to get to know his classmates better, so he'd quickly accepted. Getting the address, he'd gone over to the extravagant mansion that belonged to Momo Yaoyorozu's wealthy family. However, after being buzzed in through the gate, he'd discovered something he hadn't expected at the party...
"I-I hadn't known I would be the only boy there." He finished relaying what he'd remembered.
"Yeah, uh... that was kinda intentional." Ashido said, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. "We purposefully made the text from Uraraka sound like a mass text going out to the entire class, when really we were just having a girls only party."
"T-then why invite me?" Midoriya asked tentatively.
"Well, to be honest, we were kinda, uhm..." Ashido struggled to find the right word.
"Bored." Jirou finished her sentence. "The party was really, really lame."
"N-no!" Ashido said, shaking her head, looking over at Yaoyorozu who had lowered her head in shame.
"I-it's okay." The rich girl said. "I... I'm not the most experienced in setting up parties. Or, uhm. Having fun."
Desperate to distract from the awkward situation, Ashido took over.
"So anyway, we needed something to spice up the party a bit, and we settled on, uh... Spin The Bottle..."
Midoriya's eyes widened. "Sp-spin the b-"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time!" Ashido exclaimed. "The party was dying out, we needed something to revive it! It was a Friday night, we couldn't let it go to waste! We needed an easy to set up game, some stakes, a scandal factor, and most importantly, a boy to do it with!"
"Uhm," Midoriya started, feeling bad for asking this. "Wh-what is Spin The Bottle?"
Silence lingered as everyone stared at him.
"Are you fucking serious?" Jirou asked him incredulously.
"Midoriya, have you... never been at a party before?" Ashido asked, looking as if she couldn't fathom someone not knowing what Spin The Bottle was.
"Uhhh..." Midoriya blushed.
"Figures." Jirou said, exasperated as she lowered her head down to her arms at the table.
"It's a game where you sit in a circle, someone spins an empty bottle, and kisses the person the bottle ends up pointing at." Asui explained bluntly. "The others insisted we needed a boy for it. I was fine doing it with just the girls though, ribbit."
"Kissing girls is fine, we just needed the possibility of landing on a boy, otherwise it'd be, like, super gay." Hagakure explained, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Right. Seven girls and only one boy. Those chances aren't gay at all." Jirou said, rolling her eyes.
"It's bi at worst." Hagakure brushed her off.
"Oh." Midoriya said, now sweating and blushing harder than before. "W-why did you p-pick me, then?"
He couldn't for the life of him see why anyone would pick him for something like that, when there were so many other boys in their class infinitely more qualified and who could actually talk to girls without turning into a nervous wreck.
"Well, no offense, you weren't exactly our first candidate." Hagakure said.
Even though he fully agreed, it still came as somewhat of a blow to him.
"Kirishima and Sero were both unavailable, which was a a shame since they'd both be great at it."
Izuku could see that. The two guys seemed extremely friendly, chill and confident in themselves.
"Naturally, Mineta and Bakugo were off the table, for obvious reasons." Ashido said.
"I vetoed Kaminari." Jirou raised her head again. "He would have 100% gone and told Mineta every detail."
Midoriya couldn't disagree with that assessment.
"We couldn't invite Kouda, the poor thing would probably pass out at the prospect." Yaoyorozu said.
"And Aoyama... I'm pretty sure he would find a way to spin the bottle so it always landed on himself." Ashido said, cringing.
"But there's plenty of other great people in our class." Midoriya argued, listing them off his fingers. "Sato, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Ojiro, Iida, Shouji..."
"Iida is a hard no." Hagakure said. "I honestly can't see him as anything besides our Class Rep. He'd show up, and yell about how unprofessional we were being with our soda placements or something like that."
"The others are just kinda... intense." Ashido said. "We didn't feel comfortable having guys as large and intimidating as Shouji and Sato and Todoroki and Tokoyami both have this no-nonsense vibe about them."
"And honestly, we weren't sure how we could even kiss Tokoyami, with that beak of his." Hagakure added. "Plus, Todoroki is, like, way out of our league. Also, probably gay?"
"He's not gay!" Yaoyorozu said, an offended undertone in her voice.
"Keep dreaming, rich girl."
"We actually forgot all about Ojiro, ribbit." Asui said.
"Oh." Midoriya simply said. He still didn't understand how anyone could possibly think he was the best choice, even with having heard their justifications, but he decided against questioning further.
"Honestly, for many reasons, you were like one of the best options, Midori." Ashido said, giving him a warm smile as she used her favored nickname for him. "You're really smart, you're kind to everyone, and freaking adorable!"
A girl is complimenting me. Me. Why is she doing this. How do I respond. Say something. Anything. What do I say?
"How about thanks?" Jirou said, and Midoriya once again slapped a hand over his mouth when he realized he'd been muttering out loud again.
"Uh, anyway, you were just like the best of all worlds." Ashido went on, a bit awkwardly. "Not a dick, not a perv, not flashy, not too intimidating when y'know, you're not breaking all the bones in your arm trying to win a tournament or whatever."
"You're alright." Jirou said, far less enthusiastic than her pink classmate. "Aside from your muttering, stuttering, overly dramatic tendencies and your obnoxious crush on All Might, you're decent company. For a boy, anyway."
"Y-yeah, that's fair." He said. No need to be in denial about it.
"That's not what you said last niiight!" Hagakure teasingly said to to the punk rock girl.
"Well, he was different yesterday!" Jirou responded, blushing at the invisible girls suggestion. "For the latter half of the night, it was like he was a completely different person! And now he's back to..." she gestured at him, lost for words. "...that!"
"I- I was d-different yesterday?" Midoriya asked. "Different how?"
"Let's start off with what you do know." Yaoyorozu said, diplomatically. "What's the last thing you do remember from last night?"
"W-well, I remember thinking t-that I wasn't that good at t-talking to anyone there, aside from U-Uraraka." Midoriya said.
"Yeah, no kidding." Jirou said. "We pretty much gave up hope on the Spin The Bottle idea. I mean, we knew you were awkward and easily flustered, but not to that degree."
"We did feel bad for inviting you without explaining why." Ashido said apologetically. "Uraraka gave us a scolding, while Hatsume was talking to you, saying we'd thrown you in the deep end of the pool without lifelines. She left the party, and suggested we disband as soon as possible."
"I-I do vaguely remember her leaving." Midoriya said, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on his memories. "I remember thinking up excuses to l-leave as well, since now I didn't really have anyone to t-talk to."
"That's odd, ribbit." Asui said. "Since it was thanks to you the party kept going afterwards."
Midoriya opened his eyes again, looking confused at the frog girl.
"T-thanks to me?"
"Yeah, it was about the time Uraraka left that your whole personality... changed." Ashido said, frowning slightly as she remembered back. "Like, a complete 180. You were smiling, you didn't stutter at all, made eye contact. You even got us all dancing to the music after Hagakure suggested it as a joke."
"I-I-I d-danced?!" Midoriya asked, not believeing he could ever do something like that, much less take initiative to start it.
"Yeah, dude! You even busted out some sick moves!" Ashido grinned at him, fumbling in her pocket for her phone, which she unlocked, and navigated a bit to find a video she'd saved. Showing the boy her screen, she pressed play.
Midoriya's face became hot as he watched the boy in the video, so similar to himself and yet so unrecognizable, jumping and flailing his arms to the rythm in the background, a wide smile on his face. He glanced glimpses of the other girls in the background, half-dancing along with him, half-laughing at his display.
"Oh no..." He groaned, hiding his face in his arms in shame.
"Hey, cheer up man!" Hagakure said. "Your dancing might not have been the best, but your energy really saved the day. We were all having so much fun, that we decided to actually play Spin The Bottle!"
Midoriya froze, and slowly looked up at where he thought Hagakure's head was, staring with wide eyes.
"W-w-we actually did that?"
"Hell yeah!" She replied cheerfully. "And you were totally into it, too. When we suggested it, you were instantly on board!"
He blushed harder.
"W-wh-which o-o-one o-of y-you d-d-did I-" He desperately tried to get the words out through his intense stuttering. "k-k-ki-"
"Kiss?" Jirou finished for him, unable to cope with his cringey behaviour.
He nodded, thankful that he didn't have to actually say it.
"Uhhm..." Ashido said, blushing herself. "I don't know if 'which one' accurately sums it up per se..."
"W-what does that mean?" He asked, fearing the answer.
"You... kinda... sorta... kissed us all." Yaoyorozu said, blushing too.
Oh no.
"Multiple times." Asui said. "I think after the first three rounds, we kinda just forgot about the game, and the whole thing became a free-for-all, ribbit."
Midoriya hid his mouth in his palm, partly to hide his shocked expression, partly to prevent himself to mutter aloud, as he thought the whole situation over. Jirou, Hagakure, Ashido, Asui, Yaoyorozu. Probably Hatsume too. Just yesterday, he would be having difficulty even talking to them, and he had apparently kissed them all last night. And he couldn't even remember any of it. Was it really that small a thing to him, getting his first kiss? Was he just like Mineta, only concerned with sampling physical contact with attractive women, treating them as objects? This whole thing didn't make any sense!
"I-if it helps, you were a really great kisser." Yaoyorozu tried, smiling at him.
He simply stared at her, once again incapable of thinking up a reply to a girl complimenting him.
"The kisses were nice, but I preferred the sex!"
Midoriya screamed, and nearly fell out of his chair. Mei Hatsume had appeared right next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him as she smiled her usual cheshire grin at him. And of course, she was still naked.
By the sounds of girlish yelps around him, he apparently wasn't the only one who hadn't noticed Hatsume joining them.
"See?!" Hagakure exclaimed in a shrill voice. "He really can't tell when a naked girl is right next to him!"
"You didn't notice her either, moron!" Jirou said, clutching her heart as she too had been jumpscared by the nude inventor. "How the actual fuck are you more stealthy than the girl who is literally invisible?!"
Mei Hatsume merely shrugged, smiling unconcernedly as she grabbed a chair and joined the table, right next to Midoriya, who turned his head to the wall directly on his side so as to not stare at the very attention-grabbing orbs on his other side.
Okay. Naked girl right next to me. Don't be a perv. Don't act like Mineta. Just keep looking away from her, and you'll be fine. Having my head turned at a 90 degree angle is probably going to get uncomfortable in the long run, but better than the alternative. Just look away, and focus on her words only. Her words...
"Wait, did you say sex?!"
He snapped his head back to her, forgetting to be embarrased by the exposed display in front of him, as he stared into Hatsume's scope eyes that merely stared back into his without even blinking. He looked to the other girls around the table, desperate for someone to deny Hatsume's claim, but found only confirmation as they turned away from his gaze in shame. All life seemed to exit Midoriya's soul as he slumped in his chair, unable to cope with this newest revelation. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Tsuyu Asui finally spoke up.
"It... it was my fault. I went a bit too far with our fourth kiss."
"I'll say." Jirou added dryly. "You made us all deepthroat your tongue whenever you spun that bottle."
"Eh, I probably would too if I had her Quirk." Hagakure said. "That'd be hot."
"Jeez, is there any kink you're not into?" Ashido asked.
"Uh, maybe exhibitionism?" Hagakure replied thoughtfully, taking the question seriously.
"Bull fucking shi-" Jirou started, but a hand on her shoulder from Yaoyorozu silenced the purple-haired rocker.
"Asui was talking. Please, elaborate."
"How many times have I told you to call me Tsu?" Asui said. "You're worse than Midoriya."
"Sorry, Tsu" Yaoyorozu smiled weakly.
"Like I said, it was all my fault. I'd never kissed anyone before, and by the fourth kiss with you I was getting pretty drunk." Asui said, looking apologetically at Midoriya. "My mind was thinking back to all those times we've trained combat maneuvers together, and I would wrap my tongue around you to launch you into the air. I always try not to notice, but.. your body makes it pretty hard not to, ribbit." A blush was travelling along her cheeks.
"Honestly don't blame you." Ashido said. "I had no idea how ripped you were, Midori. You're built like a damn ancient greek statue!"
Midoriya barely acknowledged the compliment as he kept focusing on Asui's story, waiting for it to explain how exactly he'd apparently lost his virginity.
"So while we were making out..."
"Choking you with her tongue..." Jirou mumbled under her breath.
"...I kinda slid my hand under your shirt to feel your muscles without clothes obscuring them, and it really turned me on even further, so my hand just... kept travelling downwards and... everything just devolved from there, ribbit."
Her whole face were stained in a light shade of pink, but it had nothing on the brilliant hue of deepest scarlet on Midoriyas. The juxtaposing colours of his flustered face and his emerald hair truly gave him the appearance of a human tomato.
"We had all gotten a few drinks, and we all got really turned on watching you two. "Ashido said, her pink face turning purple.
"To be perfectly clear," Yaoyorozu quickly added, slight panic in her voice upon seeing Midoriya's state. "We didn't go any further without asking if you were okay with it first. We realized that this was taking a pretty big leap from just normal party games, and we wanted to be absolutely sure that you felt 100% comfortable doing this with us."
"A-and I-I d-did?" Midoriya spoke up, his throat feeling very dry. He swallowed once. "I-I c-confirmed i-it?"
"You're here, aren't you?" Jirou said.
"You basically said that you were fine doing whatever we wanted to do." Yaoyorozu explained further. "Come to think of it, that was pretty much all you said to everything after Uraraka left."
"That was about the time where Ashido used her Quirk on our clothes and... I'm sure you can guess what happened next, ribbit." Asui said.
"It was really fun!" Ashido said.
"It was... alright." Jirou said.
"It was most enjoyable." Yaoyorozu said.
"It was fucking hot!" Hagakure exclaimed.
"And it was all thanks to me!" Hatsume said proudly, raising her arms as if expecting a standing ovation.
All the girls stared at her. Midoriya kept staring into thin air, his brain still processing the information he'd been told.
"What do you mean, all thanks to you?" Jirou asked, raising an eyebrow. "And for God's sake, put some clothes on."
"Later. Takes too much time." Hatsume said, completely unabashed. "Honestly, you should all be thanking me for doing what I did. If it hadn't stepped in, the party would have kept slowing down before dying out, and I wasn't going to waste a Friday night like that."
"What are you talking about?" Ashido asked, brows furrowed in a state of confusion. "It was Midoriya who kept the party going with his renewed energy, not you."
"Ha! Not likely!" Hatsume laughed. "Did you see him last night? He could barely make eye contact with anyone, much less liven the place up. Try talking to him and it'd take him an hour to get a full sentence out of him with all that stuttering!"
She threw an arm around his shoulder, shaking him playfully. He kept staring dead ahead, his head wobbling madly as he still tried coming to terms with the fact that he'd had sex with his classmates.
"No offense, of course, you're adorable like this!" Hatsume said, stopping shaking him. "But we didn't need cuteness last night, we needed action, and I was happy to provide!"
"Are... are you saying you were the reason Midoriya acted so out of character after Uraraka left?" Yaoyorozu asked, frowning.
"Come to think of it, she was talking to him at that time, ribbit." Asui pondered, a finger on her chin."
"You're both quite correct!" She said, throwing her arms out triumphantly.
"What... what did you do?" Jirou asked warily, fearing the answer. Hatsume turned her head in the purple-haired girl's direction, smiling wider.
"Like we established, the party was dying down, and I was sure the before mentioned suggestion of Spin The Bottle was the right way to save it, and Green Hair was the key!" She gestured at Midoriya who still looked like he was in a trance.
"I could tell you all were getting nowhere with him, the way you tiptoed around him, fearing the social awkwardness, probably a result of the lackluster booze present and his unwillingness to drink it!"
"Hey, the alcohol at my party was a good quality and perfectly appropriate for people in our age group!" Yaoyorozu exclaimed, slightly offended.
"Maybe if you're a lightweight." Hatsume said, moving along before the rich girl could retort. "Anyway, I considered spiking his drink with some of the stronger stuff I'd brought, but that wasn't gonna help if he wasn't even going to drink it in the first place, and from the looks of him, I was absolutely positive he couldn't hold his liquor anyway, so he needed my secret weapon!"
She held out her hand, revealing a small round purple mass, roughly the size of a Tic-Tac, between her fingertips.
"Where were you keeping that?" Asui asked, staring up and down at the naked, pocketless girl across the table. Hatsume ignored her.
"This, is my newest Baby. It was very tricky to make, and I wasn't even sure it would work properly before the test run last night. You're all familiar with the guy Green Hair fought first at the Sports Tournament, right? Guy with purple hair, baggy eyes, Brainwash Quirk?"
"Hitoshi Shinsou? From the General Department?" Yaoyorozu said.
"Sure, probably." Hatsume said. "I was really intrigued by his Quirk, so I've been working on replicating it artifically, gathering DNA from him to incorporate it into these," she shook her hand with the purple Tic-Tac slightly.
"Gathering his DNA... how exactly?" Ashido raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you know." Hatsume said in a casual voice. "Keeping eye on where he's been. Collect the things he touches and throws away, like bitten apples, empty plastic bottles. Taking quick blood samples from him when he's distracted and pass it off as mosquito bites."
The girls all stared at her, lost for words.
"So completely without his knowledge." Jirou said.
"I'll make sure he gets credit when I can start mass producing these things and get rich from them. I'm sure he'll understand me not asking him directly. Believe it or not, alot of people think I'm crazy!" She laughed loudly, not blinking.
Not wanting to pull the pin on that particular grenade, Momo Yaoyorozu changed the subject.
"So how exactly does this... 'Baby' work?"
"Upon ingestion, it activates Purple Hair's Quirk, in a way that makes the subject incredibly susceptible to suggestions from just about everyone." Hatsume explained. "Meaning, that when I offered Green Hair that soda containing the pill and told him to 'ease up, go with the flow and just have fun' that's exactly what he did! This apparent amnesia he seems to be suffering from is a flaw, not uncommon with Purple Hair's victims, but I'm sure with a few tweaks, I can get those out as well. Or not. I suppose maybe some people would prefer not beng able to remember what they did while under the influence. Eh, maybe I'll make it optional."
She finally stopped talking, and looked around the room expectantly.
She was met by silence and disbelieving stares before someone spoke up.
"You drugged him?!" Jirou yelled angrily at the mad inventer.
"Of course I did! The boy was a bundle of raw nerves, like he is now! He needed to relax, and have a good time!" Hatsume said, smiling her usual carefree grin.
"Oh my god. We... we raped Midoriya?" Yaoyorozu said, staring off into space with a blank expression as the realization hit her.
"Nah, it wasn't rape." Hatsume waved her off. "He consented to everything we did to him. He might not have been in his right mind or fully in control of his actions at the time, but he still gave consent. Not rape."
Silence filled the extravagant room.
"I'm pretty sure that's still rape." Asui pointed out. Jirou was scowling at Hatsume.
"Nooo. Surely not. Wait. Is it?" Hatsume pulled out her phone, and searched for the definition of the word.
"Oh." She said. "Turns out it is. Well, I'll be damned."
She turned around to flash the traumatized boy an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, buddy." She said, clapping his shoulder. He flinched at her touch. "Turns out we raped you. My bad."
"Oh my god, we raped Midoriya." Yaoyorozu repeated.
"Hmm." Hatsume said, frowning slightly as she re-examined the pill in her fingers. "There's no way I'll be able to sell these now, with their first usage being illegal. Oh well."
Her smile returned eerily fast as she nonchalantly threw the Baby she'd worked and slaved away at for months, over her shoulder.
"Time to find a new project, I guess. Boy, am I glad I didn't tell Purple Hair about this before."
"Whose idea was it to invite her?" Jirou asked the room, a growling anger in her voice.
"Don't look at me, I hardly even know her!" Hagakure said, her sleeves pointing upwards in a defensive position.
"Me neither!" Ashido said.
"Ditto." Asui said.
"Well, I most certainly didn't!" Yaoyorozu said, a slight shaking in her voice, her face pale from finding out that she'd unknowingly been an accomplice to a crime towards her classmate.
"Wait, none of you?" Hatsume asked, taking out her phone again to check her messages. "I could have sworn I got a text with the invitation and address- ohhh."
She raised her palm to her face.
"I see now. Boy, this is kinda embarrasing. You see, sometimes when I'm bored or waiting for something to do, I like to use my Quirk to look at what people are doing on their phones. What probably happened was I must have looked at one of your phones at the moment you got your invitation, thought it sounded nice since I never really get invited to anything for some reason, forgotten it wasn't my phone I was looking at, and all of you thought someone else had invited me!"
Jirou kept staring at her.
"Gross invasion of privacy aside, none of us were anywhere near your workshop yesterday."
"Eh, with Zoom I can look up to five kilometres away, so range is usually not really an issue."
"Does this happen often to you?"
"You'd be surprised. This isn't as embarrasing as when I think I receive a dickpic from someone and send a nude back at them, but it's up there. That reminds me, I should probably go put on some clothes."
She got up from her chair, and hurried toward the bed where Yaoyorozu's clothes for her laid untouched in a bundle.
Silence fell when the pinkhaired inventor left the table. Yaoyorozu, still pale, turned her attention to the boy who hadn't moved, blinked or said anything for a while now.
"M-Midoriya? Are you okay?"
He slowly turned his head, his eyes still wide, unblinking as if looking through her. A horrendously fake smile spread across his face.
"Yes, I'm okay, thanks for asking Yaoyorozu." He slowly rose from his chair.
"Uh. Are you sure about that, Midori?" Ashido asked, as concerned by his unsettling smile as she was creeped out.
"Positive." He gave a small laugh that made them all recoil in fear. "Yaoyorozu, may I be excused for just a minute to use your bathroom? Oh, and may I borrow one of your pillows?"
"Uh... yeah. Sure. Go ahead." Yaoyorozu said, unsure of what exactly was going on as the boy retrieved a pillow from the bed, completely unconcerned with the sight of Mei Hatsume getting dressed on it.
"Splendid. I'll be right back." He said, giving them a wave as he calmly walked out of the bedroom, humming a cheerful tune.
"Well, he seems to be... taking it well?" Ashido said, as she and the others stared at the door the boy had just exited.
Midoriya continued his walk towards the bathroom in a calm and orderly fashion, his body on autopilot, doing his best impersonation of All Might's smile as he stared dead ahead. Finally, he reached the bathroom door, opened it, and entered the room he'd escaped to earlier in the day. He turned on the spot, raising a robotic hand to turn the lock on the door, a satisfying click echoing against the walls.
He kept staring ahead of himself, his face relaxing into a more neutral reaction, as he grabbed the pillow he'd borrowed with an iron grip, raising it high, and pressing it as hard as he could against his face.
Then, he screamed as loud as he possibly could.
Kyouka Jirou was on her knees on the bedroom floor, listening intently with one of her earphone jacks embedded in the wall. With her enhanced hearing, she could hear what approximately sounded like a guinea pig being tortured from a few rooms away.
"Okay." She said to the other girls in the room, raising her eyebrows. "He is not taking it well."
After having run out of air, refilling his lungs, screamed it out again into the pillow, then repeating the process about ten more times, Midoriya finally lowered his improvised sound muffler to take stock of his situation.
He'd had sex with all the girls in the bedroom a few meters away from him. And they'd somehow... enjoyed it?
This was completely absurd. Total nonsense. What was he even supposed to do in this kind of situation? His hero training hadn't prepared him for this.
It didn't even help that they had liked it and didn't harbor resentment against him for doing it, because it hadn't even been him doing it, not really, but whatever had emerged when he'd swallowed Hatsume's brainwash pill. It wasn't like they actually liked him as he was, dorky nerdy stuttering hero fanboy Midoriya, they'd just appreciated him as a mindless zombie who just went along with whatever they'd told him to do. And he couldn't even blame them!
He wished he'd never gone to the party last night. Wished he'd just trusted his base instincts and avoided social interactions like he always did.
What's done is done, he thought as he began calming down a bit, breathing more slowly and controlled. No use wallowing in regret over what'd happened when it was out of his control to change anything.
As he made his way out of the bathroom and back into Yaoyorozu's bedroom, he thought the implications of the whole thing.
"Oh my god. We- we raped Midoriya?"
Yaoyorozu's voice echoed in his head, shock and fear staining her voice.
Had they raped him? Well, yes. He'd been drugged and been made to do things he wouldn't have done if he'd been of sound mind. But... it wasn't like it was their fault. They hadn't known, so he couldn't even blame them, not even Mei Hatsume.
He knew about rape of course, and how terrible it was, and sure, he felt some part of him was deeply shaken and traumatized by this happening now that he knew. But... he couldn't actually remember any of it. No details of the night before whatsoever ever since Uraraka had left the party. With some good will, perhaps he could just repress this night from his memories forever.
Putting on a determined face, he opened the door to the bedroom, and was met by Jirou's angry screaming.
"You recorded it?!"
Stunned, he took in the scene in front of him. Jirou was in full attack mode, slightly bent over, her earphone jacks pointed aggresively at a (thankfully) clothed Hatsume a few meters in front of her, a slight frown on her face as the rocker girl yelled at her. Zooming around the inventor in the air was the odd cube-like device he'd seen her tinkering with the first time he'd entered the room. It now had a spinning propeller attached at the top, giving it the ability to fly around, and to his eternal horror, a camera lens at the front.
"Sure I did. It was a prime opportunity to test this Baby out. It has a very intuitive AI which calculates the best possible angles to capture the action at any given moment. With these, the annoying cameramen in porn will soon be extinct!" Hatsume said, as if filming them all last night was a completely natural and normal thing to do.
"Could you send me a copy? I'd like to examine what I was doing last night!" Hagakure asked hopefully.
Just when Jirou was about to fire off a biting retort, Momo Yaoyorozu discovered him in the door opening.
"Midoriya!" She exclaimed, rushing over to him with a frightful expression on her face.
"I am so, SO sorry about what we did to you last night." She said, shame in her voice. "It was completely shameful, and we should have realized you weren't yourself. Please accept me and my classmates' humble apologies." She bowed deep to him.
"Yeah, honestly sorry Midori." Ashido said, blushing lilac as she looked down on the floor. Asui, Hagakure and Jirou mumbled similar apologies.
Distracted from the current crisis of Hatsume apparently having a full recording of everything they'd done last night which would surely traumatize him even further than he already was, Izuku blushed at their kind words.
"I-it's ok." He said. "I- I don't blame anyone of you. Y-you couldn't have known."
"If anyone's to blame here, it's her." Jirou said, shooting a venomous glare at Hatsume.
"Yeah, that's fair." Hatsume said, not looking entirely regretful, but at least she wasn't smiling her usual carefree grin, which meant alot to Izuku. Perhaps she had learned to be a bit more careful about messing with other people's private lifes.
"Y-you're okay, Hatsume. I know you didn't do any of this out of malicious intent. Just... d-don't do it again, please?"
"You've got nothing to worry about." Hatsume said, the corners of her mouth rising to form a reassuring smile. "I've learned my lesson, no more tinkering with pills. They're awfully complicated to make, and the end results are not worth it at all."
Midoriya smiled, a bit unsure. It wasn't exactly what he'd hoped she would get out of this, but atleast it was something.
"I-I better head home now. My Mom is probably worried sick about me."
"Oh, right!" Yaoyorozu nearly ran over to her desk where she unplugged his phone from the charger. "Here. You can uh, call to reassure her."
As he accepted the device from her hands, she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry, I had them all take contraceptives I made to prevent any unexpected 'surprises'"
He blushed scarlet.
"T-th-th-thanks, Ya-Ya-Yayorozu." He hadn't even considered that possibility.
"Jeez, it's just a phone Midoriya!" Hagakure said, not having heard the last part.
Ignoring her, he turned to speak to Mei Hatsume.
"Y-you really recorded e-everything, Hatsume?"
"Yep!" She said, flashing her usual proud smile. "Every last little detail, professionally captured in full 4K HD, all thanks to this little Baby!" She gestured at the cube flying around her head. "It can even play hologram view, look!"
She retrieved the device from the air, pressing a button, and a ghostly image of Midoriya in a very compromising position appeared on the floor. The disembodied voice of Kyouka Jirou could suddenly be heard from the cube's speakers.
"Oh, Izu-kun!"
"Turn that off right now!" a red-faced Jirou screamed, being held back by Asui and Ashido before she could attack the unembarrased inventor, who simply shrugged and pressed a button to make the hologram disappear.
That's a memory I'm ready to repress. Midoriya thought.
"C-can you please delete your video, Hatsume?" Izuku asked. "I-I think I'd rather just try and forget this ever happened and try to move on, and it would really ease my mind if as few people as possible knew about this."
"Deleting it? Are you sure?" Hatsume asked, frowning slightly. "There's some good stuff in there."
Izuku clenched his fist.
"Yes, I'm sure. Please?"
Hatsume shrugged, and pressed a few buttons on her device.
"Done." She said. "It's all gone."
"Thank you Hatsume, I appreciate it." Midoriya said.
As he turned around to exit, he pressed the button on his phone to turn it on. It would take some effort to get over this. He didn't even know if he could look any of the girls in the eye again (he'd had difficulty doing it before all this) but knowing that all of them except maybe for Hatsume felt equally terrible about it helped reassure him that they wouldn't go around talking about it, or hold it over his head. Nobody knew about this, and hopefully it would stay that way. What happens in Momo's house...
He noticed his phone had turned on again by feeling a mad buzzing in his hand, indicating that he had received a text message. But it kept going. Text message after text message, the phone wouldn't stop buzzing in his hand. He glanced at his screen, and saw previews of the texts he received zoom by.
MINORU MINETA: WHYYYYY
DENKI KAMINARI: Bro, ngl, happy for you, but not cool. Thought we were bros lol
TENYA IIDA: I apologize for my previous outbursts, but frankly this will stain the school's reputation. I understand that what you do to have fun is your own business, however shameful I myself find it, but there was really no need to publicize it like this. The class is going crazy and as class rep my job has... read more
MINORU MINETA: I'VE WATCHED IT LIKE FOUR TIMES AND I HAAAAAATE YOUUUUU
KACCHAN: DEKU WHY IS EVERYONE MOANING ABOUT YOU WHAT DID YOU DO?!
HANTA SERO: nice
RIKIDO SATO: nice
MASHIRAO OJIRO: nice
ALL MIGHT: Young Midoriya, we need to talk.
FUMIKAGE TOKOYAMI: congratulations.
MINORU MINETA: im happy you uploaded it BUT WHY YOUUUUUUU
EIJIRO KIRISHIMA: nice
MIDNIGHT: hello, young man. call me when you this ;)
OCHACO URARAKA: i don't understand. did you do something wrong? what happened last night?
MINORU MINETA: SON OF A BIIIIIITCH
Izuku's blood seemed to freeze, as he opened up his phone and checked his messages. He'd received over 500 in the past 5 hours, and 150 phone calls. Most of them from Mineta. With a feeling of absolute, crushing dread, he turned around again.
"Hatsume?" His voice was hollow, empty as his brain seemed to not function properly. Normally it'd jump to conclusions, but based on the texts, Midoriya thought there was no higher conclusions to jump to.
"Hm?" Hatsume said.
"Did- you didn't upload the video by any chance, did you?"
All the girls in the room froze, their eyes gaping open, and stared at Hatsume in shock. She laughed.
"Of course I didn't, don't worry!"
And even though his texts didn't give him any reason to relax, Midoriya exhaled, relieved. Now he just had to find out what the thing his other classmates were so upset at him was about, that was totally 100% unrelated to what had happ...
"I livestreamed it, and the website archived it!" Hatsume continued. "It's gotten a ton of views, too! You're famous, dude!"
Midoriya could only stare off into space ahead of him, as he held his phone so tightly, the screen broke, putting an end to the buzzing. But the girls had noticed with horrified expressions that their phones had started getting notifications too. They stared blankly at Hatsume, as the various different sounds on their phones alerted them to the various reactions to their video from their peers.
Hatsume, still smiling casually, looked around at all the reactions centered on her.
"What?