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Chapter 6 : "You two would make a great couple, kero."​

I was -understandably if I can say so myself- feeling very proud of my little intervention as I made my way back toward the loose group the 1-A girls had started to form almost instantly once the QAT had started.

I wouldn't say that I was paying too much attention to the other group, i.e. the boys minus Midoriya since he was still on the pitch, but I did catch in the corner of my eyes Shoji Mezo, the I-swear-I'm-not-an-octopus boy, give me a little nod of acknowledgement while the others still look puzzled as to why I went and stopped a test and then proceeded to spend five minutes talking with the teacher and one student.

From my metaknowledge, the guy was rather discrete, so I was willing to bet that me divulging to Izuku the true nature behind the test -one that even without said metaknowledge was so obvious to infer that I had to shut down my [Communication Talent] temporarily because its hints were getting annoying- would amount to precisely jack-shit in terms of impact on Aizawa's little games as long as green bean kept his trap shut.

So, as long as he and Bakugo didn't interact until the QAT ends, it should be peachy.

… It's going to happen, isn't it?

"Alright, spill!"

I'm interrupted in my woolgathering by a 'Surprise! I'm now in your face!'-Mina, who wears a very cute frown on her face as she, once more, totally disregards any kind of boundaries and steps rather deeply into my personal space.

So, naturally, I react as I am inclined to do.

I sweep her into a big hug and rub her cheek with my own.

"Ara, this is pure bliss~" I sigh aloud, my eyes half-lided in contentment, watching Kyoka facepalm with a groan while the other girls hesitate on how to react between amusement and feeling weirded out in the background.

Mina, her little horns be blessed, barely stutters in surprise before hugging me back.

I don't hold her in the sweet, sweet embrace of my oh so soft bosom for long, before stepping back and giving her a little apologetic -that's an absolute lie by the way, I'm not ashamed one bit of my instantaneous and calculated reaction- smile.

"Ara~ Ara~, sorry Na-Na-chan, but if you keep surprising me like that from this close, I'm going to hug you like that each time, ne?" I explain, my hands still on the little curve of her lower back, "So, you so stop doing that unless you like my hugs, ne?"

"Soft…" I catch her muttering a bit dazedly.

Very understandable reaction right there, I actually spent a lot of time over my body's design when hitting road-blocks on my legs and arms, and, even if they seem to grow in an organic manner -I actually gained a full cup since the day I spawned by law of 'fuck biology!'- my two girls are anything but.

Don't get me wrong, the skin is one hundred percent organic, or at least as much as the rest of what passes as my skin nowadays, but you don't even know the amount of work that was looking for the perfect blend of silicon to give them the ideal ratio of soft, perky and firm at the same time.

Cue, her totally natural reaction.

Toko-tan likes them a lot, too.

"En, Na-Na-chan?" she seems to suddenly realize that I boldly started to nickname her without her consent, her cheeks still a little flushed for the impromptu skinship.

Very notably, she still hasn't stepped back completely, her hands now laying on my abs through my gym clothes.

Girl, you should really step back, or I'm afraid I'm going to do something a bit more bold than hugging you sooner than later.

"Yes, ne?" I answer with a beaming smile, "You look like a Na-Na-chan to me : cute, bubbly, energetic Na-Na-chan…"

...And it's already too late since I'm apparently going for it.

I carry on absolutely shamelessly, hiding my mirth as her cheeks darken in real time with each word falling down my lips, putting maybe a little more [Alluring Whispers] subharmonics than usual because I have a cutie in my grasp.

"...Huggy Na-Na-chan…"

I keep going even as she steps a bit closer, her head seemingly melting in the crook of my neck.

"...Touchy-feely Na-Na-chan…"

Her hands find the low of my back.

"...Horny Na-Na-chan~."

I softly utter in her ear as I run a finger along one of her horns softly.

Then, only as I stop talking, she jolts in surprise, absolutely red-faced, or what passes as on her pink skin.

"I-I'm not-" she immediately starts to stammer, attempting to lock eyes with me, gold pupils amid dark sclera darting to my eyebrows and seeing their arched postures.

I giggle.

And I finally release her, watching her stumble a little as she steps back, still badly flushed.

"See what happens when you surprise me like that, Na-Na-chan?" I 'admonish' her lightly, barely holding in my laughter, "So, unless you like comfy, soft and inviting hugs, you shouldn't step too close, ne?"

I watch with carefully concealed mirth as she jerkily nods, looking mightily conflicted, her eyes still occasionally darting to my bust, Kyoka still audibly groaning in her hands in the background while the rest of the girls are almost just as flushed as Mina.

Since I just had my fun, I throw poor, poor Mina a lifeline.

"Ara, you wanted to ask me something, ne?" I ask, my 'clueless ditz look' number 11 -complete with hand on the chin- proudly displayed on my face.

"Y-Yes!" the pink-skinned girl stammers, her blush receding a notch, "W-Why did you suddenly disappear like 'woosh'," she asks, punctuating her words with what I can only assume is a 'whooshing' gesture, which, adorable, "And went to speak with Aizawa-Sensei and Midoriya-kun?"

"Ara, for that, I think you need to ask his little girlfriend what happened during the exam, ne?" I answer with a beaming and 'innocent' smile.

"Ano, and who is his girlfriend?" Toru, rather timidly, asks, making an apparent effort to actively participate in the conversation despite still feeling off kiter.

I purse my lips in delight as confusion spreads around our little group, at the exception of one person in particular, who is barely managing not to complete her transformation into a steaming tea-kettle.

"Uraraka-san, is she speaking about you, kero?" Tsuyu apparently is the first to find the impostor among us and, to my immeasurable delight, ask the thousand bucks question.

"W-W-We're not!" Ochako ends up whining aloud after a bit, but it's already too late since everyone is throwing her knowing looks, "We barely know each other, Ban-san is just being a meanie tease that teases!"

Looks are exchanged all around.

"En, I could see it!"/"Somehow, I can see it working, kero."/"Ya know what? I think the two of ya can make it work."

Somehow, Mina, Tsuyu and Kyoka all end up speaking over each other in accord to my dastardly matchmaking scheme, which makes me squee a little in delight.

The three of them exchange a look, before nodding at each other while Ochako tries her hardest to develop the same invisibility quirk as Toru if her aghast, and still red faced, expression is anything to go by.

Meanwhile, the prim and proper heiress in our midst looks properly fascinated by what's happening, a little light of glee in her eyes at experiencing for the first time freshly baked high school gossips.

"Ara, Ochako-chan, you still haven't explained what happened during the exam, ne?" I point out 'innocently', my 'clueless airhead look' number 2 going strong on my face.

My startling acting performance apparently doesn't convince her and she throws me a glare -one which would definitely be more intimidating if it was thrown my way by a puppy- before taking a deep breath, slapping her cheeks to recenter herself, and starts weaving her tale.

"When the Zero Pointer in our exam center went live, I ended up caught under some falling debris. Midoriya-kun saw this, tried to rescue me since I was a bit dazed, but wasn't able to for some reasons. Instead, when the giant robot ended up getting too close to his comfort, he started doing something, jumped into the air and reduced the Zero Pointer to scrap with a single punch." she winces, probably remembering how the green bean looked afterwards, "I don't know what he did exactly, but he ended up breaking both of his legs and his right arms to save me, and I barely caught him in time as he was falling from on-high."

"What he did," I explain further amid the stunned and silent realization that a) he actually managed to break the big and scary fuck you robot, and b) he gravely injured himself in the process, "Was badly using his quirk, ne? That's why I went to stop him, he was about to break his finger to throw the ball before I intervened. I read a lot, ne? Kinda have to, considering how my body works, so I also gave him a hint as to how he should use his quirk without going overboard like in the exam."

"Is he insane?" Momo blurts out, "Why would he go so far?"

"Ara, no, he's not insane, I think he has something to prove, ne?" I answer even as Ochako throws me a little look of gratitude from stopping her totally-not-a-crush from injuring himself for something as inconsequential as the QAT, "Do you remember what he asked me earlier, Mo-chan?"

I watch the Yaoyorozu heiress silently mouth out 'Mo-chan' before shaking her head and thinking about what I said.

"Ano, he asked if you were quirkless, right?" Toru perks up before Momo can answer.

"Yes, ne?" I gesture around, "I think it probably stems from his own quirk. From my scans, it looks like a stockpile of strength that he can tap into at will. It isn't the kind of thing that is necessarily obvious at first glance, so he probably spent a lot of time thinking he was quirkless while fantasizing about being a hero. He has that kind of vibe a dreamer gives, ne? So, when he suddenly realized that he had a quirk after years of being belittled for not having one, like late bloomers sometimes do, he probably rushed headfirst toward his dream, even if it meant lacking the length of time each of us had to acclimatize ourselves with our powers. Poor Izuku-kun wasn't even aware that he could dial the output up and down, instead of going full throttle or nothing. Stockpile quirks are weird like that, and poorly documented to bout, ne?"

"...You're actually pretty smart, kero." Tsuyu bluntly says what everyone bar Kyoka silently wonders about.

I pout, crossing my arms under my bust.

"That's, like, so mean of you, Yu-chan."

"Nah, she just has some trouble reconciling that fact with how ya're, well, ya." Kyoka drawls sarcastically while gesturing in my direction.

I pout even harder as I'm treated to a chorus of nods from the whole group at Kyoka's explanation.

"I wasn't even aware some quirks could be that problematic to discover." Momo wonders aloud.

Alright, time to mightily finagle here.

"Like I said, his quirk is that rare, and from the little snooping I made, it isn't in line with his direct line of ancestry : mom's a low level telekinetic and father's a low level pyrokinetic. Absolutely nothing that has been recorded on the topic indicates that it can potentially give birth to a dynakinetic of sorts. I'm not surprised the doctors missed it if they half-assed their jobs, ne?" I rant aloud, visibly 'upset'.

"Ano, how do you know all of that?" Toru asks, visibly as taken aback as the other girls at my blatant invasion of privacy.

"It was the holidays and I was bored, alright?" I whine aloud, "Then Grumpy-san come to Eri-chan and I's place, tells me the most interesting story about our batch of examinee, describe Izuku-kun and Ochako-chan both, talks about his injuries, and that intrigues me since I recognize them, ne? And I may or may not have hacked a little a few official records during the following days to satisfy my curiosity."

"Did ya really just called the teach' 'Grumpy-san'?" Kyoka asks as the other gapes a bit.

"He calls me a brat to my face, ne?" I 'scowl', making a show of kicking an invisible rock, "He had it coming."

"Are you even aware that hacking state records is a crime?" Momo asks, flabbergasted by my apparent flippancy.

"Ara, Nezu does that, like, all the time." I answer derisively, "It's basically his main heroic gig, so, it's sort of like I was training for the future in a way, ne?"

Amid the stunned silence, Kyoka turns around to properly face the others.

"Remember, girls : this, right there, is this year's top scorer."

I pout even harder as giggles start to tentatively make their way out of everyone's mouth.

At least, I managed to avoid everyone from getting even more suspicious of quirk-jesus than his own behavior made him at the low, low cost of my own cred.

Mission failed successfully, I guess?

"Wait, kero." Tsuyu suddenly interjects, her attention back on Ochako as she squints at her, "Midoriya-kun and you mutually saved each other during the exam, kero?"

"Erh, that's right?" The chestnut haired girl answered sheepishly while rubbing the back of her head like a generic harem protagonist.

"I think Ban-san's definitely onto something then, you two would make a great couple, kero." the frog-girl says with a self-satisfied nod, the positively poleaxed expression on Ochako's face an absolute delight for me to see.

Kyoka discreetly steps next to me while throwing me a contemplative look as the other girls start to pester an increasingly redder Ochako.

"Ya totally maneuvered the discussion to end this way, didn't ya?" the dark-purple haired girl suddenly asks.

"Ara~ Ara~, I can neither confirm nor deny that it was my intention, sweet Kyo-Kyo-chan, ne?" I answer 'innocently'.

"...Ya absolute menace." she huffs even as a little smile quirks her lips up.

"'Grumpy-san', really?" she adds derisively after a bit of the two of us watching the show.

"He calls me a brat!"

"He isn't wrong though."

"You're, like, so mean sometimes!"

"See, that's what a brat would say."

"Urgh, I can't even, ne?" I cry in frustration, my arms going akimbo.

The two of us trade a look, then start to giggle.

When the girls ask us what's going on, we both end up dodging the question.

[A/N : So, of course, since I've already established a dynamic inside of the girls group, it came back to blow up in my face.

Of course one of the girls would end up asking uncomfortable questions that Hebi-chan has to sidestep, and of course she'd have to maneuver to distract them from quirk-jesus.

I did try to make the situation as light-hearted as I could in exchange though, the scene with Mina mainly being done on a whim, but I was still laughing my ass off while writing it.

And yes, the guys, who are still being evaluated while all of this happened, are mightily confused at the exceptions of octopus-bro who's kinda laughing his own ass off at the sheer havoc happening next to them.

It's my headcanon that his own 'quirk' makes him more predisposed to eavesdrop because he simply can.

Chapter 7 : "As a respectable teacher of this establishment…"​

I was very agreeably surprised when the Quirk Apprehension Test ended and the huge ruckus I had foreseen due to Bakugo's… everything and Midoriya's meekness never actually happened.

By this point, I had gone through Aizawa's QAT multiples times, since he insisted we check up on my progress once in a while and it was as good a way to do it as any, so I wasn't exactly surprised when I handily took first place, not only because my physical capabilities trumped everyone else's by three miles and a half, but also because I knew what to do to maximize my results by now.

I mean, what is the point exactly to ask someone whose body parts can be shifted around to do seated toe-touch? Two seconds of cooking, and I have honest-to-god's ball-jointed hips to trivialize the exercise. Aizawa even did away with that particular one in our private session once he saw what I was doing through the exercise, because, at this point, he'd be arguably better to ask me to stand seated and still for all the workout it was making me do.

I did enjoy a few moments of schadenfreude during the event though, one of those being the perfect blend of insecurity and inferiority the anal-retentive discount speedster momentarily let shone on his face when I took his pride and joy -'I run fast!'-, took it in a back alley, and proceeded to bit the shit out of it with the 50 meters dash results.

Aizawa, the grumpy troll that he is, even made us compete with each other at the same time for what I'm sure were his personal shit and giggles.

One Afutābāningu Soru and a ruined track later, I was the proud owner of a 0.23 seconds result against Ida's 3.04.

If the looks he kept throwing at me were any indication, the guy still wasn't over it, and probably never will be for a long time.

It made me very happy and Aizawa a little less so since we had needed to look for another testing ground with an intact track afterward, but I wasn't above not going Sanjigen to prove a point and he should've known it.

Plus, it gave me the opportunity to go all 'Oopsie, tehe~' on him just for that little touch of extra-annoyance, so I was feeling exactly zero remorse.

Beyond me being ranked first of the QAT, nothing much had probably changed from canon, I'd say. I'd wagger Kyoka may have gained a few spots, since she had asked me about some training tips during one of our conversations the past month, but Izuku still ended last, the boy taking it with a sheepish and awkward smile, Aizawa went all 'This time, it was just a prank, but next time it won't be' and then proceeded to send us back to our changing rooms to, hopefully for him, dump us on the next teacher and get back to his nap.

Oh, and the dyna-bully was still throwing me death glares at regular intervals, but it more or less had already kinda become par for the course by that point.

It probably wasn't helped by the fact he just ended fourth behind I, Momo and Shoto, and, since he knew jack-shit about the Yaoyorozu heiress and Endeavor's scion, l was the sole target available for his newly rekindled ire.

"Hebi-chan." Kyoka wrenches me out of my thoughts, making me miss a hole as I button up my uniform's blouse -drastically improved in my opinion- in surprise.

I noticed a tendency to sometimes tune out what my Sensory Suit and Kenbunshoku Haki passively feeds me, but I'm leery of correcting the behavior and/or technological issues.

Why?

Because making mistakes is what makes us human, and I am very worried of one day becoming too much of a machine due to my [Heritage], a rather sensible fear in my opinion.

How could I ever enjoy the bountiful wonders of my future yuri-yuri harem if I become too cold to pamper and get frisky with my wifes?

"Ne?" I intelligently answer, while correcting my previous little blunder.

Downsides of having very, very tight clothes : putting them on rapidly becomes a bit of a chore.

"We asked ya if ya ever met the next teacher." the dark-purple haired girl -apparently- reiterates the previous query.

"Ara, what's supposed to be next after homeroom for today, ne?" I ask aloud even as I go through my own memories.

"Normally, we were supposed to go to the welcome ceremony for the first period, then be introduced to our homeroom teacher for the second, and finally we have two periods of history before lunch." Momo helpfully provides as I watch her try to shimmy inside her own blouse, her breasts proving to be rather adverse to the process going smoothly.

I only stare a little at the jiggling of those two magnificent mounds, before shaking my head and answering.

"That would be Kayama-sensei then, ne?" I answer as I finally manage to put the last button topward, "The 'R-Rated heroine' Midnight."

"She teaches history, kero?" Tsuyu asks, her head tilted slightly to the side and a finger to her chin.

"Ara, history is a bit of an oversimplification, ne?" I explain while gesturing aimlessly around to show how vague the subject is, "It's more like 'modern history since the dawn of quirks' mixed with ethics, looking upon the errors of the dark age we went through and how we could have made it better. I think she has the position because she likes the 'reflecting upon our mistakes' part more than the historical one, ne?"

"En, you know her?" Mina interjects, almost-but-not-quite going into my personal space.

I look at her, make a show of looking at the distance between us, and make a little sad noise.

I have to bite the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from laughing as I watch the slightly conflicted expression momentarily flashing on her face, but alas, she remains strong.

It's alright, I'll get her next time.

"From UA's teaching body, with the obvious exception of Grumpy-san -being my guardian, occasional sparring partner, and all that-, I only personally met Kayama-sensei, Hizashi-sensei -but only the once for both of them- and Nezu-san, ne?" I enumerate while ticking my fingers, "I regularly exchange emails and study material with our favorite mammal overlord, and Grumpy-san is the one I end up seeing the most, ne?"

"Ya gonna keep calling Teach' that?" Kyoka asks, a little bit amused.

"Ara, I already let it slip in front of you, it's so already too late to pretend I don't call him just that in the privacy of my mind, ne?" I answer her with a little mischievous smirk, provoking a few hesitant chuckles.

"I think we are getting off track here." Momo peacefully points out, "We were speaking about our next period and its teacher."

"Right, Kayama-sensei, ne?" I hum under my breath, head tilted to the side, "Ara, she's a bit of a character, but if you've seen any video casting her you shouldn't be surprised, and her personality shouldn't throw you for a loop that much since you've managed to bear with me since this morning pretty well, ne?"

I'm treated to a round of apprehensive looks, Ochako in particular looking ready to bolt out of UA right this instant.

I pout, my arms crossed under my bust.

"You girls are, like, so mean with poor, poor Hebi-chan, ne?" I whine petulantly.

Kyoka snorts, before patting me on the shoulder commiseratingly.

"It's nothing against ya, but ya just implied that the Teach' was going to be worse." she admirably tempers my faked ire.

"Ara, no, you girls should be fine," I easily reject the notion, "The boys, on the other hand, ne?"

"Ano, what about the boys?" Toru asks, cutely tilting her head to the side and letting her hair flow in the motion.

I stare a little bit longer than I probably should have -because of my brain going all 'hootie-patootie, you're such a cutie'- before answering with a very wide and mischievous smile.

"Ara~ Ara~, let's just say that the weather report forecast a lot of uncomfortable boners in the next two hours, ne?"

Kyoka tries her best to choke her laugh as the others sputter, Momo turning a brilliant shade of red at my metaphor.

I giggle very maturely at their reaction.

***​

"Ya were right, and it's simultaneously very entertaining and very awkward to watch." Kyoka mutters to me from her desk, while she pans her eyes out.

I snort a laugh with a lot of difficulty, pretending to hike up my sunglasses on my nose.

Understatement of the century right there, if the number of very complicated expression on the guys' faces is anything to go by.

Considering Kayama-sensei is currently half-lounging atop her desk like she was casting a bad porno flick, alternatively crossing her legs over the other and her free hand gliding along the length of her whip as she reads a paper aloud, I'd go so far as to say that the fact that I only found two outliers in the class is rather surprising.

Apparently, Kaminari Denki just can't be arsed to hide his very obvious staring, drinking in the view and trying to carve it in his brain with a chisel, while Bakugo somehow manages to be too angry to be horny.

Had to admire his consistency, if anything else.

The girls, properly forewarned and somehow desensitized by my continuous teasing, barely budge under Midnight's questions, even as ripe with innuendos as they are, but the boys definitely aren't doing so hot.

"Ara," I whisper back to the dark-purple haired girl, "The year has barely started, but I think I just found my favorite double period of the week, ne?"

She side-eyes me pointedly, before making a show of rolling her eyes.

"Are ya sayin' that for the view?" she asks me back, her tone as low as before.

"For the awkwardness provoked in the spectators, of course, ne?" I answer, my tone full of mirth.

"Ban-san, Jiro-san, am I interrupting… Something?" Midnight interjects, a hint of a purr in her voice.

I admit, I just shivered a little.

The older woman isn't my type, way, way too dominant for me, but she has the whole dominatrix shtick down pat and it immediately made me a little damp down there.

"Ara, no, Kayama-sensei, ne?"/"No, Kayama-sensei." the two of us naughty, naughty students answer in concert.

Midnight alternatively looks between the two of us, before nodding to herself.

"Good, I'd be remiss if the two of you were in need of some… Punishment." she ends a little huskily.

"Gosh, this is so hot." Denki comments under his breath two seats behind me.

I find myself agreeing with him a little.

***​

A happy cry of "Hebi-chan!" halts me and the gaggle of the 1-A girls as we start to make our way out of the classroom after what must have been two very long and torturous hours for the individuals of the masculine inclination.

Before I can turn myself completely I'm on the receiving end of a glomping hug and my head, somehow, despite the size difference being in my favor, lands atop Kayama-sensei's bosom.

Only one word, one feeling, one emotion, comes to the forefront of my mind : soft.

It admittedly takes me a bit to reboot from the bluescreen my brain just went through.

"-you ended up being the top scorer! How is little Eri-chan? Is she still as shy as the last time I saw the two of you?" Midnight happily babbles, making absolutely no motion to release me from my sweet prison.

And since I'm a bit of a shameless slut, I only shift a little so as to properly allow me to answer, looking to enjoy those pillowy mounds as long as I'm permitted.

"Ara, Eri-chan is well, Kayama-san, and she's starting to open up. Ferobushi-obaasan really helped with her budding socialization." I politely answer while trying, with difficulty, not to drool on Midnight's tits.

Try being in my place before judging me! I'm low key convinced that Aizawa has let slip that I was into girls to her and this is some form of elaborate torture since I didn't awkwardly shift around while being red faced during her class.

"Mu!" the older woman pouts at me while releasing me from her embrace -thank the gods-, "I already told you to call me Nemu-ne while in private! Hearing Kayama-san all day long makes me feel old!"

I take a respectful step back before I get tempted to do something inappropriate to a freakin' teacher before answering her.

"Ara, but we aren't, ne?" I answer, my 'clueless airhead look' number 2 on my face -complete with cute head tilt-.

I then have the time of my life watching the 1-A girls getting subjected to Midnight's own brand of friendliness.

Yes, it is quite similar to my own, but the outsider's perspective makes it an entertaining novelty for me.

"But!" she suddenly seemingly remembers my presence and pokes me in the forehead with an extended index, "I was very, very disappointed that you didn't use your quirk during the exam, Hebi-chan! I didn't even recognize you on the videos until Shota-kun pointed you out!"

I pout at her while rubbing my forehead, which makes the corner of her lips twitch up.

Meanie.

"But I did, ne?" I answer confusedly, "I just restricted myself to the close-combat version."

The R-Rated Heroine makes a little noise of understanding.

"That's why Higari-kun had to replace some of the recyclers' internals, the stone got to them!" she snaps her fingers in realization.

I wince.

Yeah, it turns out conceptual Devil Fruit bullshit don't necessarily behaves the way they are supposed to, like turning people into stone statues who don't really break as easily as stone statues.

"Ara, if you could tell Majima-san that I'm sorry for that, ne?" I offer apologetically.

"I will, but don't sweat it, they were scheduled for a remplacement in two months anyway." she easily answers with a dismissive gesture of her hand.

"Ano, what is your quirk exactly, Ban-san?" the hidden cutie in our midst asks the thousand dollar question.

I don't even have time to properly start to formulate an answer before Midnight's hand land on my mouth.

"Hebi-chan~," the provocative woman sing-songs, her eyes crinkled in delight, "You haven't shared with your class yet?"

"Ara, Kyo-Kyo-chan excepted, they all are still in the dark, ne?" I answer innocently, having a vague idea of where she's going with this since I'm willing to bet a kidney that the teaching body shares some lesson plans between each other.

"Oh, my~," she titters, "Jiro-san, as a respectable teacher of this establishment," -I kinda have to hold back a laugh here-, "I hereby forbid you to share the details of Hebi-chan's quirk with your little friends!"

"...Alright," the dark-purple haired girl slowly nods her ascent, "But, what for exactly?"

"Because it'll ruin the surprise otherwise!" Midnight answers with an unholy glint in her eyes, "You'll understand when you have your first Hero Basic Training period."

The older woman whirls around, before locking eyes with me.

"That goes for you as well, Hebi-chan!" she 'threatens' me.

I giggle, before raising my arms in surrender, my bracelets tinkling with the motion.

"Ara, alright, Nemu-ne, I won't spoil your fun, ne?" I promise aloud.

The other girls look both perplexed and pensive for a moment, looking alternatively between Midnight and me.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Ochako says hopefully after a bit.

Kyoka chortles, Midnight titters once again, and as for me…

"Kishu…shu-shu-shu-shu!"

Yeah, that.