All Kinds Of Surprises

The class’s reaction to Toru was predictable. She sat in her usual spot. The pervert said, referring to Toru, “Wow, who is this cutie and why is she sitting in our class?” Aya-chan warned him, “Watch it, Mineta, before you get a case of the runs.” He smacked his teeth. “Tsk. What was it now? Can I not say a girl is cute? What’s wrong with that?” Aya-chan took the moment to teach, “No. Girls like honest, non-sexual compliments. Like so—” She turned to Yaoyorozu. “Yaomomo, I love what you did with your hair today. It has more volume and shines beautifully. Did you use a different product?” Yaomomo smiled, “Thanks, Aya-chan. I did. I tried the shampoo and conditioner Fresh Threads Magazine said those cute models, Fumiaki and Hanzo, use. They kind of remind me of you two.”

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I cleared my throat in surprise as the conversation shifted. Aya-chan, playing along, pretended to be annoyed. “Tsk. I met Fumiaki, and he had the nerve to say I was copying their relationship dynamic. He thought I wanted his spotlight. Like I care for that.” She groaned and feigned irritation, and our classmates believed her act. Yaomomo chuckled, “You and Sekai have been together longer than they were even popular, so you were first.” Aya-chan gestured theatrically. “Exactly!” Toru smiled, stifling her laughter. I just knew her smile would be pretty from her voice.

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She caught me staring and asked, “What is it, Sekai?” I cleared my throat again and said barely loud enough for her to hear because it is embarrassing to say aloud, “I think your smile is pretty, Toru.” Jiro heard me and jumped up to examine her, “No freaking way! You are Hagakure?!” Toru smiles brightly, “Yep. I trained some with Aya-chan and Sekai, and I leveled up my quirk enough, so I could turn it off finally.” She turns on her invisibility and turns her uniform invisible, and everyone is excited for her. Except for the one whom I thought would be excited.

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The nerd.

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He looked deep in thought, not firing his usual barrage of questions. Ashido glanced around. “Wait, where are Tsu and Ochaco?” Yaomomo started running her fingers through Toru’s hair, playing with it, as Toru responded to her question, “They’re at their work studies with Ryukyu.” Aya-chan turned to the distracted nerd, “Speaking of work studies. How’s yours, Midoriya?” He sighed. “It’s fine, I guess.” He slumped, but then the spiky bastard shouted, “Shut up! I don’t want to hear about you getting ahead of me, nerd!”

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Mr. Aizawa walked in, paused, and stared at Toru. “Who are you?” Toru smiled, “You must not recognize me, Mr. Aizawa.” She turned herself and her uniform invisible, then back again. Mr. Aizawa put down his notebook. “Wow, Hagakure, you’ve made amazing progress with your quirk. I am proud of you.” Toru blushed, since it is rare that Mr. Aizawa compliments anyone. Mr. Aizawa shifted back to his usual tone. “Class, today’s training is at the USJ with Thirteen. Change into your PE clothes and meet at the buses.” The class replied in unison, “Yes, Mr. Aizawa.”

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Wherever we go, Toru is the center of attention. She blushes cutely at every compliment on her mystical-looking hair. The nerd is distracted, likely by his work-study. At dusk, as we walk to the dorms, he asks in a hushed tone so the other students don't hear, “Hey, can you take me to see All Might? I have to talk to him.” Aya-chan nods while I pop a jawbreaker into my mouth. Aya-chan kisses me, then takes us all into 5D. I stealthily teleport us to Mount Takao, where All Might’s secret base is. 

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 When we get there, the nerd requests, “Can you guys stay out here? I need a private talk with All Might.” We nod and leave the nerd as he heads into the hideout. We remain by the entrance. Minutes later, he returns, looking more like himself. Aya-chan asks, “Did you get the answers you needed?” The nerd sighs, clenching his fist, “Not really, but I’m on a mission to defy fate.” Aya-chan grins, offering a fist bump. “Defying fate is what we do best, so you know we’ve got your back, Midoriya.” The nerd smiles with slightly watery eyes, bumping her fist. “Yeah.” He gasps in realization. “Wait! If All Might dies, you can bring him back, right?” We nod. He hugs us, voice shaky. “If we fail, I’m counting on you two.”

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It’s been a week since we took the nerd to see All Might. All our classmates in work studies are serious and focused. Bakugo was angry at their progress. He yelled, “What’s going on in those work studies?!TELL ME!!!” Kirishima shouted back from the training cliff we are currently free climbing, “Sorry, man! We can’t talk about it!” The spiky bastard was frustrated. I noticed their work-study must be troubling. Tsu looked more worried than during the world where we got Aya-chan’s and Toru’s rings.

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One morning, all the work-study students were gone when we "woke up" in the dorms. Later, we learned they participated in a raid on the Shie Hassaikai to rescue a little girl. Those left behind were bummed they couldn’t help. Aya-chan and I couldn’t help anyway—we lack provisional licenses, still in remedial training after missing the summer exam to gather Dragon Balls. The news said Sir Nighteye is in critical condition, and a sand hero named Snatch was killed. Apparently, the League of Villains attacked the police escorting the villains to the villain hospital that the hero was guarding.

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We stayed up late with our classmates, restless with worry. Aya-chan put on a pot of tea. “Principal Nezu taught me this: if you’re stressed, make tea.” She poured for everyone. “At least we know they’re alive. If not, the news would have said so, like with Snatch.” Todoroki added, “She’s right. Still, our classmates could be injured.”

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We drank our tea, worried for our classmates. I drank a lot, copying Principal Nezu (not my intention). Sir Floof worked overtime calming us as we waited. The pervert struggled to stay awake. I had dark circles, as did he, when our classmates returned. Everyone bombarded them with questions. Squash retreated into her ball due to the volume, even with her headphones. Sato, who’d made them a cake earlier, offered it to them while Toru hugged Uraraka and Tsu.

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Ida yelled, “That’s enough! You all saw the news and know what they went through. If you want to help, do it quietly. Today was exhausting for them.” The nerd smiled and told him it’s okay. That made Ida switch, bombarding him with questions. Kirishima said they were sworn to secrecy—as expected. They gave us a rundown of events.

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Apparently, the Shie Hassaikai used the girl, Eri, to make quirk-erasing bullets. The leader killed and revived her repeatedly with his quirk by taking her apart piece by piece. It was beyond disturbing. They added how the League of Villains learned Haki. The nerd suggested that the girl who attacked him at the provisional licensing exam, Himiko Toga, who infiltrated Shiketsu High, was the one who taught them how to use it. None of the Shie Hassaikai could use Haki, which implied they were kept out of the loop. If they had mastered Haki, things would have gone differently. Kirishima said, “If the guy I fought had known Haki, I wouldn’t be here. So I’m grateful they didn’t cooperate.” Uraraka shuddered, “Just imagining that guy with Haki makes me shiver.”

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It is now that I feel the weight of what we have done.

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Villains who I didn’t intend to power up ended up getting stronger with the very things I brought into this world. Sir Floof senses my spiraling thoughts, as does Aya-chan, who takes notice of Sir Floof’s alarm. She says to the others, “I think we need to go to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow with the remedial training and all. We are glad that you guys are back safe and sound.” We hear echoes of ‘Good night’ from all of our classmates as we ‘retire’ to our dorm. We change into our Fumiaki and Hanzo clothes and head home to sleep in the comfort of our apartment. 

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As we walked into our building, Hidemi looked at us and blushed at first, then her face turned worried. She asked sincerely, “Is there something I can do to make your day better, Mr. Fumiaki?” Aya-chan sighs and puts on her fake happy face full of charm, “I am sorry to worry you. I guess I am more tired than I thought. We should be better after some rest, but thank you for worrying about our well-being, Hidemi.” Her face starts blushing again, and she nods, “Certainly, Mr. Fumiaki. If you change your mind, feel free to call the front desk, and we will do whatever you need. I do more than a generic receptionist as a concierge and will do anything you request that is within reason.” Aya-chan takes her hand in her own and says, “I will definitely keep that in mind, Hidemi.”

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We take the elevator to our room and run into Ryukyu, who seems exhausted. We shared the elevator again. She must have been really busy with work after that raid, since she was a huge part of it. She turns and brushes her long blonde bangs, which cover her right eye, behind her ear, looking at us with dark circles under her eyes. She waves at us, “Good evening, Fumiaki and Hanzo.” Aya-chan puts on her fake happy face and full charm and says, “If anyone needs to have a good evening, it’s you. It seems you had a really busy day today, from what we saw on the news.” She sighs and rubs her head, “Yeah. Today was definitely busy.”

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Aya-chan says as she unlocks our door and cracks it open for a moment, “I hope you get some much-needed rest then, Ryukyu.” She waves her hand in dismissal, “When I am out of costume, it is Ryuko.” Aya-chan repeats herself, correcting it, “Well, then I hope you get much-needed rest, Ryuko.” She smiles warmly and returns the gesture, “You as well, Fumiaki and Hanzo.” We part ways and go into our respective apartments. We drop our transformation and plop down on our sofa, completely depressed, thinking about how hard it must have been for that girl, Eri. She wasn’t even allowed the sweet release of death that I longed for back then, and it breaks my heart thinking of the terror she must have felt.

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Sir Floof, Garlic, and Squash come out of their balls, and Garlic accidentally destroys our coffee table with a loud bang. Next, we hear knocking, and we tell them to go to their spots and be silent for a moment. We transform into our aliases and answer the door, and see Ryuko there, and she asks while holding her shoes in her hand, “Is everything alright? I heard a loud crash.” Aya-chan says without skipping a beat and rubbing the back of her neck, “Sorry about the noise. We got a little carried away being intimate and broke our coffee table. Everything is just fine.” I blush furiously at her cover story, and she bites her lip at me, which makes me blush more.

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Ryuko seems relieved and says, “Did either of you get hurt?” We shake our heads, and Ryuko says, “Great. Then I will leave you two to return to your evening. I am sorry to bother you.” Aya-chan replies while apologetically bowing, “It is we who should apologize for disturbing you. We are so sorry for the noise.” We part ways again, and we shut the door. Garlic whimpers like he is in trouble, and Aya-chan hugs him with outstretched arms, “Don’t worry about the table. We can just buy coffee tables when you break them. It is no sweat, bud.”

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He looks like he is trying to pick up the debris from the broken coffee table pitifully with his vines, and Aya-chan places her hands on his vines, “Shhh. It’s ok. We will take care of cleaning up some other time. Just relax in your favorite spot for a bit and calm down. I promise that we aren’t mad. Everything is ok.” He pitifully says, “Saur.” I wish there were some way I could cheer him up. I ask Aya-chan, “Why don’t you transform and talk with him?” She nods, and she transforms and leaves her clothes behind. I picked them up and put them away nicely since we barely wore them today, and they aren’t dirty or anything. We made a three-wear rule, and we mark the day for outfits with certain colored hangers, so we know when to wash them since we don’t wear the same thing every day. Green for completely clean, yellow for one wear, orange for two, and red for the final wear. That way, we aren’t washing clothes after only maybe 20 minutes of collective wear at most from our ‘show’ of leaving and returning, as we do for the apartment staff.

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When I am done putting up our outfits, I start to put on my pajamas, and Aya-chan surprises me and wraps her arms around me, and I jump, “Shit!” She giggles, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You know, sometimes you remind me of a floofy cat. You also get startled easily, are irritable, and very adorable.” She squeezes me, “Ooooo, speaking of. Have you been practicing turning into a catgirl?” I shake my head, “We have been a little busy, and I haven’t had the time.” She kisses my neck from behind and says seductively, “I think you should try right now.” I get a nosebleed from how she said it, a mix of everything, and she giggles and pulls a tissue from her tattoo without missing a beat, as if she expected it.

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I put the tissue in my nose to stop the bleeding, and she releases me and sits down on the bed, completely amused, waiting for me to attempt to do her request. Instead of dropping my Hanzo transformation, I imagine my normal body with pink cat ears and a pink tail. A puff of pink smoke appears all around me as I do the spell, and Aya-chan squeals in her Fumiaki form, “You are so cute! Now walk on all fours and meow for me.” If she were a cat, her tail would be wagging in amusement right now. I do as she commands since I could never dream of saying no to my hero. I get on all fours and crawl to her in my underwear (since she interrupted me putting on my pajamas earlier).

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I do my best to sit like a cat, and my cat tail wiggles a bit while I look at her flustered, “M-meow.” Her dick is getting harder from what I can see from here. She unbuttons her pants, and she says, “I want you to lick me.” I nod, and I prop my hands on her like paws, and I lick her still hardening penis as it grows and stiffens from my stimulation. When she is rock hard, she says, “Take off your underwear, get on the bed and put your chest on the bed like that one time.” I nod, understanding what she meant while simultaneously removing the remainder of my clothes. I then assume the position in bed while on all fours, and I put my chest on the bed so she can see the profile of my face. Before she mounts me, she licks me ravenously to get me soaking wet.

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Once I am wet, she takes her penis and places it at my entrance and says, “You are so cute, Kai-chan.” I blush at her words as she enters me, and my cat ears are apparently very expressive, and Aya-chan giggles when she gets her penis fully inside me as she holds it in place, “You definitely need to do this more often. You are so irresistible as a cat girl.” I blush furiously, and she starts to pump her hips into mine. I moan as she hits me deep with her strokes, and she picks up her speed gradually and starts pumping into me hard and fast. I moan in pleasure as my pleasure climbs, and she cums first and says in her masculine voice, “I’m cumming, Kai-chan!” She pumps deep into me as she cums, and like all the other times in the past, the fantasy of carrying her children makes me cum. After our orgasms, we collapse in bed for cuddles and fall asleep before we can brush our teeth, totally exhausted from our very long day.