Tuesday, May 12th
Hitomi stood in front of the club door, immobile. Unlike the previous day, the noise seemed to indicate that Izuku was already inside.
It was silly, but she felt nervous about knocking.
What if Izuku changed his opinion about helping her? It seemed improbable, but still... Who knows, maybe he was busy with something and didn't have time to deal with her?
"Hmm, sorry, is this the Quirk Research Club?" Hitomi heard a feminine voice behind her and turned around to find a really beautiful and curvaceous girl the same height as her, with jet-black hair in a ponytail. Hitomi recognized her immediately.
"Aren't you one of the 1-A girls who did the cheering act at the Sports Festival?" Hitomi asked, knowing fully well that it was her. She was just interested in gauging the girl's reaction.
"Y-Yes." The girl blushed a bit but remained collected. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Yaoyorozu Momo, at your service." Yaoyorozu extended her hand towards Hitomi in a polite gesture and she grasped it, don't seeing any reason not to do it.
She had heard about the Yaoyorozu family before -who didn't?- and knew they were obscenely rich, so she expected the girl to have the typical arrogant behavior of rich people. Instead of that, she seemed friendly.
"Name's Shinsou Hitomi." She said cooly.
"I know. Shinsou-san visited our classroom some days ago to declare war on us." Hitomi flinched. Initially, she didn't have the intention of doing that. It was only the blonde chihuahua's barks that angered her enough to make her say all that. "And you also defeated Aoyama-san at the Sports Festival's last round." Yaoyorozu didn't seem offended or anything, so apparently she didn't take her competitiveness in a bad way.
"Yeah, that's me: Popsicle girl." She said, pointing at herself.
"Popsicle?" Yaoyorozu tilted her head, not getting her lame intent of a joke.
"...Just forget that I talked." Hitomi knocked at the door and moved to the side under the curious glance of the other girl.
Before the girl could question her, Hitomi lifted her index finger and put it in front of her mouth. Yaoyorozu looked a bit confused but nodded after a moment.
"Give me a moment." They heard Izuku's voice, and then the door opened after a couple of seconds, blocking Hitomi from view.
This was the perfect opportunity for her to make sure of something she had been suspecting since the previous day, and for that, she needed Izuku to be unaware of her presence.
"Midoriya-san?" Asked Yaoyorozu, and the boy bowed.
"Yes. It's nice to finally meet you in person, Yaoyorozu-san!" The boy greeted her with great energy. "Come in, come in!"
"I-Is it fine? Aren't you busy?" Yaoyorozu threw a subtle glance at her direction.
"Hmm, well." He turned thoughtful. "I was kind of waiting for someone, but she has not messaged me or anything… And maybe she won't come at all." His voice was suddenly laced with a bit of sadness. Then he shook his head and smiled again. "Anyway, that doesn't mean I can't try to help you while I wait for my other guest to arrive."
"Thanks for your time. I'll be in your care." The girl followed him inside the room, while Hitomi gaped at the whole situation.
Where the hell went the nervous guy Hitomi had met yesterday? It was just like when he entered 'analysis mode'… Izuku had stopped stuttering and carried himself more confidently while remaining a soft-spoken person.
However, when Izuku did that the previous day he had been simply monologuing about her Quirk. While now he was having a perfectly normal conversation with a girl who was objectively and undeniably hotter than her, and he was completely unaffected.
That didn't make sense. Considering how gorgeous Yaoyorozu was, Hitomi had expected him to be a complete mess. But if Izuku didn't have problems talking with a girl of Yaoyorozu's caliber, then why had she made him nervous?
She was sure Izuku didn't fear her. So there was only one explanation Hitomi could find for his behavior… And she wasn't sure if feeling troubled or flattered about it.
But at least for now, she was probably better leaving that can of worms closed.
In any case, she was getting tired of hiding.
"Hmm, were you talking about me, or was my imagination?" She poked her head in the room.
"S-S-Shinsou-san?!" The guy almost jumped at her sudden arrival. And there he was again, regular stuttering Izuku.
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'Hmm, this is annoying.' Hitomi thought, closing another browser tab.
Izuku had let her use the room's PC to search for martial arts classes while he talked with Yaoyorozu.
Unfortunately, around 60% of the websites she found looked like scams while the rest were just completely out of her budget.
And while she was doing that...
"...I feel inadequate." Said Yaoyorozu. "I was able to enter UA by recommendation, and yet, despite my initial good performance, I was unable to endure more than five seconds on the platform when put against Tokoyami-san... I just froze... I was so stupid!" She said, desperation in her words.
Hitomi wasn't sure what to think about the girl's visit. She expected her to want information about how to perfect her Quirk or something normal like that, but somehow everything escalated into what she could only describe as a therapy session.
...A therapy session with a psychologist that didn't have an idea about what to say to his client.
Being the good guy he was, Izuku tried with all his might to calm the girl's concerns. There were no doubts about it, but Yaoyorozu was too intent on her self-contempt to heed his words.
So Hitomi felt the need to intervene.
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"Hey, Yao-..." She stopped herself, sure she would mispronounce the girl's name if she tried to say it. "Can I call you Yao-momo?"
"Of course! Some of my friends call me like that, actually." The girl said brightly. Hitomi frowned a bit at the dreaded "F" word, but ignored it and continued.
"Nice, because I wanted to ask you... Are you aware of the two people with whom you are in this room?" She asked, ignoring Izuku's alarmed expression.
Right now, Yaoyorozu needed someone to be straightforward with her, or she would never get out of that self-deprecating pit she got herself into.
"...E-Eh, sorry... Did I say something that offended you?" The girl asked, seemingly struck.
"Not really." Hitomi shrugged. "I just found it kind of funny for you, the rich, attractive, smart girl with the amazing Quirk, to be the one of us to have self-confidence issues." She said plainly, making the other girl blush a bit. "So you lost stupidly? That sucks, but there's nothing you can do to change the past... You already beat yourself up enough for that, so now you should start focusing on what to do, so the next time you can kick Edgy Boy's butt..." Hitomi noticed how both Yaoyorozu and Izuku's attention was focused on her. "I'm saying this from experience." She added, and it seemed her words had worked because Yaoyorozu had lightened up considerably. Meanwhile, Izuku smiled at her proudly and she made her best attempt to keep on her poker-face despite the heat she was feeling in her cheeks.
"W-What Shinsou-san said is true. Your Quirk's proficiency is high already, Yaoyorozu-san. The only thing you need is more experience in combat. That's it!"
"...Yes. You are right." Yaoyorozu said with energy. "I need to stop pitying myself! The first thing I'll do when I get home is to ask my private instructors to add some more combat routines to my training!"
"...She has private instructors." Hitomi murmured. Damn rich people.
At least she was a pleasant person. And Hitomi couldn't negate the warm feeling of knowing she had helped someone... Did Izuku feel the same when he helped her? That would explain why he had decided to be part of such a club in the first place.
"I also need to take the maximum advantage of my internship with Uwabami!" And then the magic disappeared.
"What did you say?" Izuku asked with a worried expression.
"...You are joking, right?" Hitomi asked next, then snorted when the girl just stared at her bewildered. "Oh, no. You aren't... You are actually planning to do your internship with Uwabami."
"Sorry, but I don't understand what you two mean." Yaoyorozu looked at the both of them, perplexed and somewhat offended at being ignorant about the situation.
"Yaoyorozu-san." Izuku called her attention "I doubt that Uwabami will be a good choice for your internship."
"Why not?" Hitomi almost answered the girl's question, but ultimately decided to let Izuku deal with the situation. She couldn't avoid being too blunt with her words and she didn't want to make the other girl upset.
"Because Uwabami belongs to the group of pro-heroes that focus mainly on their side-professions, using their Hero careers as a way to promote themselves." To her surprise, Izuku had been almost as blunt as she would be in his place.
"…Isn't that a harsh way to put it?" Asked Yaoyorozu, obviously troubled.
"Um, maybe, but by saying that I'm not trying to take away her merits as a hero, the people she saved nor the villains she stopped..." He said gently. "It's just she is kind of infamous for the way she deals with internships."
"What do you mean with infamous..? The internships can't be that bad?" The rich girl asked uncertainly, to which Izuku frowned nervously.
"The internships with her consist of model-work and nothing else. That's the reason she only sends nominations to cute girls." Hitomi said. Even though she didn't care about Uwabami personally, she has read an article about her in one of her mom's magazines one day that she was extremely bored. So she was aware of the woman's reputation.
"What?!" Yaoyorozu was scandalized. "That can't be true! We are supposed to learn about the life of a pro-hero! Something like that would be just a waste of time! It has to be against the school rules!"
"Well, um, actually there are no written rules about how a pro-hero has to manage internships, only that the interns need to learn about the facets of being a pro-hero, and with Uwabami they learn about the show-business part, so it technically counts..." He shrugged.
"Ah... I see." She said, clearly disappointed.
"Hey. Be glad you dodged the bullet." Said Hitomi and palmed the girl's back, wanting to lift her mood.
"Yaoyorozu-san, if you don't mind, I can help you find a better-suited internship." He said... And he did it.
It only Izuku than 5 minutes to look at all the 108 nominations Yaoyorozu received and select the best ten. It was kind of funny actually, watching him discarding the bad ones while muttering at a machine gun-like speed.
"Thank you. Really, thanks for your help!" Curiously enough, Yaoyorozu's words were also meant for her and not only Izuku. "I don't know how to pay you back for this."
"You don't need to, it was nothing." He said, slightly embarrassed.
"Don't be modest." Her face lightened. "I know! I can make you a small gift! "
"T-That's not necessary! Really!"
"It would be rude not to reward such diligent work. Would it be enough with a Matryoshka doll? I'm really proud of them."
"Huh? Matryoshka? Mom wanted to have one of those, I think..." Hitomi commented, not noticing Izuku's mortified expression.
"Perfect then!" Said the black-haired girl... And unbuttoned her school jacket.
"...Eh? What are you doing?" Hitomi asked her.
"Please, wait just a moment. A small doll won't do, so I need more surface." Yaoyorozu said after taking off her jacket and then started to unbutton her shirt too.
"Midoriya, what's she doing?" She asked the boy, finally noticing how his face was red, and his eyes were fixed on his feet. Looking back, she found Yaoyorozu with her shirt open and her white bra in plain sight.
The rest of the event was like a car crash. She knew she should have looked away, but she couldn't.
And that's part of the story about how Shinsou Mihoko got her beloved 30-centimeter tall Matryoshka doll.
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Hitomi was sitting silently at the sofa, staring at the small stain on the otherwise white ceiling while thinking about the meaning of life... And boobs.
"Midoriya." She said without looking at him.
They were the only people in the room, Yaoyorozu having left a while ago.
"Y-Yeah?"
"It may seem like a dumb question, but did that actually happen?"
"Y-Yeah, it did." She frowned and looked at him. He seemed busy doing something on his desk, but she could notice a blush still present on his cheeks.
"I see. The whole situation was so absurd and bizarre that it felt like being part of one of those hidden camera shows..." Meanwhile, the Russian doll was sitting on the table in front of her, a big smile on her cute painted face as if mocking her. Hitomi took the doll and turned it around. After a moment, she looked at herself. She was perfectly comfortable with her body, and that included her medium-sized bust. However, she couldn't deny that she was curious... "Hmm, I forgot to ask Yaoyorozu about what she ate to get them that big." She heard Izuku choke. "Damn rich people." Hitomi said, not truly meaning it, and stood up. "What are you doing, Midoriya?" She walked towards him and looked over his shoulders.
"I-I'm making a draft for a new hero uniform for Y-Yaoyorozu-san." He said, slightly embarrassed after noticing her closeness. "S-She didn't ask for it or anything, it's just practice for designing costumes... But w-who knows, maybe she'll like it more than the o-original."
"I see." The drawing in question was a red bodysuit that covered everything but her face, hands, and feet. It included some white lines around it and two white belts. "Isn't supposed to show a lot of skin for Yao-perv to use her Quirk?"
"Y-You shouldn't call her like that, it's m-mean." Izuku scolded her, though he sounded amused. "And no, I'm going to add various zippers" He pointed at the white lines ", so she only needs to open them to use her Q-Quirk normally." She nodded, imagining the girl with the costume… Yeah, it would suit her.
"Talking about that, how's her current hero uniform?"
"Eh... Do y-you really want to see it?" He asked, unsure.
"Why not?" She shrugged.
Then the boy moved the book's pages and showed her a drawing.
"Okay… That girl is an absolute exhibitionist." Hitomi tried to imagine herself in THAT, and it was atrocious. "And I'm a bit worried for her..."
"I don't think s-she notices the problem... But oblivious or not, I doubt Y-Yaoyorozu-san designed it to be exactly like this… And even if she did, the people from the Support Department could have intervened and made some modifications to the design... P-Practicality is one thing and THIS another completely different..."
"Damn Support Department. They pulled a Midnight at poor Yao-momo."
"Y-Yeah." He nodded.
After that, they took a while drawing other alternatives for Yaoyorozu's costume. Hitomi helped as much as she could, despite her artistic deficiencies.
The rich girl was nice to her, so the least Hitomi could do was to help her a bit.
That's the story about how the Unofficial Protect Yao-momo Group was created.