Deku-kun's Revenge (Choose Izuku's Adventure) Chapter 2

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Both choices had their pros and cons, but as he glanced between Katsumi and Momo, he knew there was only one girl he truly couldn’t resist working beside…

“Yaoyorozu Momo, right? I think I’ll take you as my vice president.”

For just a moment, Momo’s eyes sparkled with pride that she had been picked as his vice president, which made Izuku chuckle. She quickly defaulted back to her cool demeanor, though, briefly glancing apologetically at Katsumi before nodding.

Katsumi huffed and crossed her arms. “Whatever. Didn’t wanna have to work with you anyways.”

“Yeah, talk about a blessing.” Kendo wrapped an arm around Katsumi’s shoulders, and Izuku raised an eyebrow when Katsumi didn’t shrug it off. Those two seemed to genuinely get along. Birds of a feather flock together? That was the only explanation he had for how Kendo could put up with Katsumi.

“Alright, girls, everyone back to class! Unless Midoriya wrecked you girls so hard you can’t walk anymore~” Midnight shouted.

Kendo cleared her throat. “Miss Midnight, please refrain from making it sound inappropriate.”

Midnight giggled. “If you imagined something from my phrasing, you can only blame your own dirty mind!”

Kendo scowled, cheeks reddening as she glared at Izuku, the two of them making eye contact. That only made her scowl harder as she crossed her arms and looked away.

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Back in the classroom, Izuku took out his notebook, adding notes and details to the preliminary research he’d done on UA and the girls that would be in his class. These notes were:

Katsumi Bakugou: The she-devil herself.

Momo Yaoyorozu: The reliable vice-president with a huge presence and even bigger boobs. (O.O) She and Katsumi used to work together as president and vice president (Yaoyorozu probably did all the work)

Kyoka Jirou: The lead singer in UA’s band. Relationship with Yaoyorozu seems a bit closer than just ‘friends’—confirmation required.

Mina Ashido: Part of Katsumi’s main friend group. Cheerful and outgoing, but if she gets along with Katsumi then something must be wrong…

Ochako Uraraka: Katsumi’s slave/servant/maid. Poor girl is in a living nightmare.

Tsuyu Asui: Katsumi seems to leave her alone for the most part. Maybe there’s history there?

Toru Hagakure: Does not seem to have any relationship with Katsumi, which is interesting considering how outgoing she seems.

Kendo Itsuka: Former class president of Class B before the male-female split. Somehow, she and Katsumi are best friends, which is never a good sign. (Man-hater???)

Ibara Shiozaki: She was near the top of the class’s quirk assessment chart when I checked. Katsumi seems to view her as a threat.

Pony Tsunotori: She’s from America, like me! :D

Setsuna Tokage: The final member of Katsumi’s four-girl squad. How does she put up with it?

Kinoko Komori: Mushrooms???? A total enigma. Her ass is pretty thick.

Reiko Yanagi: She’s part of Jirou’s band, which Katsumi is also part of.

Yui Kodai: She’s part of Jirou’s band, which Katsumi is also part of.

His mental notebook had way more perverted facts on each of the girls, but that was the type of thing he would never write down on a physical notebook…not during class, at least.

All in all, he had nothing but basic information on all of them. If he was going to manage to win the class over in order to subsequently win Katsumi over in order to break her heart, he was going to need much more info. Naturally, the easiest way to do this was to get information out of one of the girls themselves…but which girl should he target first?

“Hey, what’re you just sitting around for?!” Katsumi stomped over to interrupt Uraraka from chatting with Tsuyu, even kicking the back of her chair. “You gonna go grab my lunch or what?”

Uraraka grimaced, but quickly got out of her chair. “Sorry, miss.”

Izuku watched Uraraka run out of the room, and Katsumi followed her to continue screaming at her down the hall until Uraraka was out of sight, her grimace never leaving her face as she was bossed around by Katsumi.

Bingo.

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He knew the bare bones of Uraraka’s relationship with Katsumi. It was the rich girl hiring the poor girl to take care of her shit while insisting that it definitely wasn’t just the modern day equivalent of slavery. The mere concept left a bad taste in Izuku’s mouth, but he understood that Uraraka was probably just doing what she needed to in order to become a hero. Now that he saw the actual relationship dynamic between them, though—more specifically, the way Katsumi was still a bully beyond redemption—it sickened him even more.

So, when he waited with his back leaning against the living room wall for Uraraka to come downstairs, it wasn’t just because he was seeking an easy target to coax information out of—he genuinely felt bad for her situation.

“Midoriya, right?” Uraraka brightened when she spotted him. “Oh, but Miss Katsumi wanted me to call you D-Deku.” She scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “What’re you doing here, leaning against the wall like that? You look like an American person trying to imitate anime coolness because they think Japanese people do that stuff for real. No offense!”

He blushed and laughed a bit. “I’ve lived in Japan way longer than I lived in America, you know, so you probably shouldn’t treat me like a total foreigner…” He cleared his throat and pushed his back off of the wall. “I was waiting for you, actually. I’m new to Musutafu, so I was hoping I could ask someone to show me around, and, well…you sort of seemed like one of the more approachable girls in the class?”

Her eyes widened. “Really? I guess some of the girls can give off an intense atmosphere, and Kendo has been pretty insistent on turning some of the girls against you.”

“Wait, Kendo has been what?”

“Ah, nothing! Anyways, I totally understand what it’s like being out of your element, and maybe I’m the one being naive, but…I really don’t think you seem like such a bad guy!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Based on what? Our only interaction so far was me hitting a bunch of women. Not my proudest first impression.” He was actually very proud of his first impression. The display of strength, at least.

Uraraka tapped her chin before smiling. “Let’s just say…I like the look I see in your eyes!”

His eyebrow raised even more. “And that means…?”

For some reason, her cheeks turned slightly pink, and her eyes definitely roamed over his entire body and not just his eyes. Part of him even wanted to say, ‘hey, my eyes are up here’, but he spared her that level of embarrassment.

“You don’t look like a bad guy, that’s all.”

“Uh huh.” It was his turn to let his eyes run up and down her body before he just smiled. “So, is that a yes to giving me a tour of downtown Musutafu?”

She beamed. “I’d love to! Oh, but…I should make sure Miss Katsumi doesn’t need me for anything this afternoon.”

“Oh, is that what you’re worried about?” Both Izuku and Uraraka jumped as a sudden voice spoke up from behind them, though the speaker was invisible.

“H-Hagakure, right? I didn’t realize you walked around the dorm completely naked…” Izuku muttered. He couldn’t see her, but just knowing she was in the nude a few feet away from him was enough to send his masculine instincts spiraling with intrusive thoughts.

“You know how it is—sometimes a girl likes to be sneaky!” Hagakure giggled. “Anyways, Katsumi headed out earlier with Kendo, Mina, and Setsuna, so you should be fine, Ochako!”

“Ah!” Uraraka gasped as Hagakure seemingly jumped against her shoulder. There was the sound of whispering and a blush crept up Uraraka’s face. Izuku didn’t question any of it as Uraraka patted down her hair. “O-okay, if Miss Katsumi is out for the evening, then it should be fine for me to give you a tour around downtown!”

Seeing the influence Katsumi had over Uraraka’s free time made his stomach turn, but he kept his smile and followed her out of the dorm (turning to glance behind them every few steps to sense if they were being followed by a naked invisible girl. As far as he could tell, they were not).

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They boarded the train together to head from UA to downtown Musutafu, and Izuku quickly learned that Uraraka was the definition of friendly and approachable.

“So, have you already finished moving your things into the dorm? You’re taking the room nearest to Mina’s, right?”

“Yeah, there were a few empty rooms available, so I just picked one at random. My stuff is in my room, but I haven’t fully unpacked just yet.”

“You must’ve brought some neat stuff from America, huh? Hey, while we’re exploring downtown, you’ll have to tell me how different things are here compared to in America!” She leaned in close enough for him to smell her womanly fragrance. She was using some sort of watermelon perfume.

It was strange being treated like a complete foreigner when he’d grown up in Japan, but he understood that she was interested in his foreign experiences, so he just smiled and gladly gave her some stories about what the cities in America were like as they walked down the shopping block of Musutafu.

“Musutafu is sometimes called ‘UA City’ since UA is such a popular landmark here, so you’ll find tons of hero merch and hero-themed stores around here! Even the restaurants play into this theme!” She pointed to a nearby noodle stand with different spice levels: normal, mild, spicy, blazing, and ENDEAVOR. Some poor guy seemed to be attempting the Endeavor spice bowl for the first time, keeling over after just one bite to spit out the red broth.

“Look out!” Izuku yanked Uraraka’s wrist just before the gross fluids could hit her.

“Eek! Th-thanks! Maybe I should’ve seen that coming, but I guess I’m just so used to seeing Miss Katsumi chow down on the Endeavor bowl with no issues that I forgot it’ll make normal people spit it out, hehe…” She scratched her cheek and subtly leaned in closer to his chest, where he’d pulled her against him.

He gulped and observed their closeness before switching his attention to the red bowl of noodles. “So she still likes spicy food, huh?”

Uraraka blinked in surprise. “What?”

He stiffened and shook his head. “Nothing! Nothing. So…do you come here with her a lot?”

Uraraka laughed. “Me? Go with her? Miss Katsumi doesn’t bring me to eat out with her unless it’s a buffet or something, where she can make me grab food for her. She does make me get the take out version of the Endeavor noodles from here, though. Just smelling the spice usually makes my mouth go numb, but orders are orders…”

He frowned and only now let go of her wrist. She didn’t seem to mind that he’d been holding it all this time. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you didn’t like the smell. Let’s keep walking, then.”

Her eyes widened, as if surprised at his consideration for something as small as this. “Oh, sure.”

She led him through some souvenir shops, and Izuku resisted the urge to buy some All Might keychains. He couldn’t resist the urge to grab an All Might themed headband, however.

“I’m not into headbands for myself, but this would look totally awesome on my All Might figure back at the dorm!” He explained.

“Isn’t it a little too big to fit on an action figure?”

Izuku floated up. “The figure is about this tall.”

She did a spit take. “You mean you have a life-sized All Might figure in your dorm room?!”

“Not life-sized! The proportions aren’t entirely accurate, and the height is actually off by a few inches! You see, the figure is based on All Might during his silver era—his hair was styled slightly differently during that era with an extra strand sticking up, which made his height seem a little taller than it actually was! It’s a mistake that a lot of silver era merch tends to get wrong of him!”

Uraraka raised an eyebrow at him, as if waiting for a punchline. When she realized he was completely serious, she began to laugh.

“E-eh? Oh, sorry, I guess I’m being too nerdy…” He gulped. Way to build up his badass factor during class only to ruin it by rambling about All Might as soon as he was alone with her…

She quickly shook her head, waving her hands in front of her. “Don’t be sorry! I think it’s…well, cute. You’re really passionate, and, um…I’m happy to see these different sides of you!”

“Really?” He eyed her to make sure she wasn’t joking. The only girl who had ever said something like that to him was Melissa.

He had come to UA with the intention of playing the part of a stereotypical dreamboat, getting the attention of all the girls until even Katsumi couldn’t resist him—that was when he would strike and break her heart and revel in his revenge. He hadn’t really intended on letting his true self come out, but…somehow, this just felt natural with Uraraka.

After purchasing the headband, she led him into a mall, where he showed her some pictures on his phone of a standard mall in America.

“Hm, I guess they aren’t too different,” Uraraka observed, sitting next to him in one of the mall’s cafes while they each ate a crepe. Strawberry for her, chocolate for him—she called his sweet tooth cute.

“Yeah, the food choices are definitely different, though.” He swiped to show her a picture of him and Melissa sharing french fries in an American mall.

Uraraka suddenly stiffened from beside him, pausing mid-bite. “Oh…who is she? A girl from America, I presume?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. That’s Melissa! She was my best friend back in America. She was in the support course back at our hero school—we followed a similar structure to UA’s class division, so we saw each other a lot even if we were on different tracks!”

“Hm. You must’ve hung out with her a lot, then.”

He hesitantly put his phone away. “Yeah. Are you…alright?”

She stood up abruptly. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back!” She tried to put on a smile and even gave him a thumbs up.

He couldn’t help but watch her hips sway ever so slightly as she walked away from him—that extra attitude in her step told him all he needed to know about how jealous she was. It was kind of cute that she was already jealous despite just getting to know him!

“Melissa would probably be amused knowing she’s getting other girls jealous.” He chuckled, bringing his phone back out. Speaking of Melissa, it was about time he gave her an update on his situation, so he called her.

“Mmm…Izuku? Aww…I’m happy to hear from you and all, but…this time zone difference is really going to be a problem…”

He laughed at her adorable tired voice. “I hope I didn’t wake you up from your beauty sleep. You already barely get any sleep as is, always busy with your inventions. You’d better not be pushing yourself even harder now that I’m not there.”

“Izuku, you can’t be flirting with me when I just woke up.”

“I didn’t say a single flirty thing!” He protested. Melissa always insisted that he was a natural heart-breaker because he apparently flirted with girls without even meaning to. Being nice was not the same thing as flirting!

She gave a tired laugh. “You called it beauty sleep—that definitely counts as flirting. Or maybe it was your threatening voice that gave off that impression? Threats are flirty when they come from you. Sorry, my head is still too tired, maybe I’m not making much sense. Anyways, you just finished your first day at UA, right?”

He quickly explained the day’s events to her, which made her laugh.

“Leave it to my Izuku to immediately take over as class president. I wish I could’ve been there to watch! I’m sure those girls were all wetting their panties when you tossed them around!”

“Would you have been wetting your panties?” He grinned. Okay, that was intentional flirting.

“Izuku, you make me wet just by existing.”

He winked at her even though she couldn’t see him…so he just winked at nobody. It must’ve looked incredibly stupid, and if she knew he’d done it, she would’ve dragged him through the mud about being such a dork.

“I’m hanging out with a girl from the class right now. Katsumi’s personal maid. I’ll tell you all about their relationship later—it’s sickening. Part of me thought Katsumi might’ve grown up and mellowed out during her time at UA, but clearly she’s just gotten even higher on her power trip bullshit…”

“Hm. I love how talking about Katsumi makes you curse like a sailor. Sorry, sorry, it’s hard to focus when you’re just being way too hot. Personal maid, huh? I’ll bet she almost has as much resentment towards the she-devil as you do.”

He sneered. “Nobody resents her as much as I do.”

“Fair point. I’m sure that whatever resentment she does have towards Katsumi will be pretty useful, though, you know? You could get a lot of information if you play your cards right. This girl is probably around Katsumi a lot, after all. Think about how you could use that relationship to your advantage.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said jokingly, making her giggle. “You don’t have to tell me that—I’ve already been thinking about how to best make use of the servant relationship between these two. Oh, she’s coming back now, gotta go.”

“Good. I can get a few more minutes of ‘beauty sleep’ now. I’m going to need as much of it as I can get if I wanna be able to keep up with all the girls you’re gonna be around in UA.”

He frowned. “Melissa, you don’t need to ‘keep up’ with anybody.” He would’ve loved to give her more reassurance, but Uraraka was already sitting back down, so he murmured a goodbye and hung up.

“Was that…Melissa?” Uraraka asked, unable to hide the jealousy in her voice. Even she seemed to notice it, because her face reddened and she groaned and smacked her own forehead. “I’m sorry, I even splashed a bunch of water in my face in the bathroom to cool myself down! I don’t know why I’m acting this way. Ugh…I didn’t realize I was so immature.”

He gave her a comforting smile. “Don’t worry about it! Although, I was wondering…have you ever had a boyfriend before?”

Her eyes shot wide open, like a deer in the headlights.

“Sorry, if you don’t want to answer, that’s—!”

“No! I mean, no, it’s okay, but also no, I’ve never had a boyfriend.” She rubbed the back of her head. “Part of that is probably because my duties towards Miss Katsumi take up so much of my time. And also…I guess I’d be a little embarrassed if I had to explain my dynamic with Miss Katsumi to a boyfriend.”

He frowned. “Why would you be embarrassed? She’s the one who should be embarrassed at how she treats you.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Uraraka snorted before gasping and slapping a hand over her mouth. “No, I mean…p-please don’t tell her I said that! Don’t tell anybody!”

Even he was surprised, but hearing the clear disdain from Uraraka only made his heart warm up towards her even more. “It’s alright, I won’t tell anybody. I was actually pretty curious on how you really felt about your…situation with Katsumi. I’m guessing it’s not great?”

She still seemed panicked, but his casual demeanor helped her relax as she slumped her shoulders. “W-well…it’s a lot of hard work, if that’s what you’re asking. As for how I feel about it…that’s not the part that matters. What matters is that it’s really helpful to me.”

“Helpful?” He leaned in a bit more. “You mean…financially? Hey, don’t worry, I’m not here to judge you. We’re heroes, aren’t we? You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”

Uraraka stared down at her lap and bit her lower lip. “I-if you say so…then…yeah. My parents and I really needed the money from the Bakugous in order for me to attend UA, and since I’m going to be here at school with Katsumi anyways, I figured it was just convenient to keep making some money for my parents while going about my everyday life here.”

“Your everyday life of serving her?” He clarified. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging you or your parents. Katsumi, on the other hand…” He was pushing to see if Uraraka would defend Katsumi, if there was any form of emotional attachment at all. He had to get an exact gauge on what their relationship was like—especially from Uraraka’s side—before he could decide how much he could trust Uraraka.

Uraraka didn’t protest, instead just sighing and leaning her elbows on the table. “She can be…pretty difficult. B-but, the more difficult she is, the more rewarding the payout, right?” Her optimism put a smile on Izuku’s face—her attempt to hide her jealousy with a smile earlier, and now her attempt to look on the bright side of working beneath a devil like Katsumi. As endearing as it was, though, it also made his eyes soften with sympathy.

He scooted closer and rested a hand on top of hers. “Hey, you don’t have to keep up appearances when it’s just you and me. I’ve barely even seen your relationship with her, but I can already tell that it’s messy.”

She had gone dead silent, staring down at his hand covering her knuckles. Her lips were slightly parted, breaths growing heavier. He’d originally chosen Uraraka to be his first ‘target’ because of her relationship with Katsumi, but her clear attraction to him was certainly another upside.

Izuku leaned in even closer, squeezing her hand a bit more firmly. Melissa accused him of being an accidental flirt, but when he did it intentionally? That was when girls should watch out. Was it cocky for him to think that? Maybe. America had taught him a lot, though.

“You said you’ve never had a boyfriend before.” His voice had gone quieter, softer, more gentle. “That’s Katsumi’s fault, huh? Like you said, she works you as if you’re not even human. Don’t you find it frustrating?”

Uraraka finally met his eyes again, blushing lightly and also leaning in closer. “Y-yeah…”

“If you weren’t tied to Katsumi, what would you do?” He coaxed her further.

She swallowed thickly. “I…I don’t even know.”

“Would you want a boyfriend?”

Her blush deepened. She nodded.

“What kind of boyfriend?”

She stared at him harder. Her eyes glanced down to his lips.

Their faces hovered so close together that they could taste each other’s breath. Izuku waited for a moment to see if she would come to him, but she still seemed to hesitate. Was it just her nerves? Maybe even her first kiss? How cute.

He finished it for her, leaning in and capturing her lips in a long but chaste kiss. Her tongue was inexperienced, so he took it easy on her—minimal tongue action, lightly sucking on her lower lips to entice her to open up for him, then leaning forward more and wrapping one arm around her back to deepen the kiss. At the same time, Uraraka rested her hands against his chest, but instead of pushing away, she pulled him towards her, pulled herself towards him, until all of a sudden she had crawled into his lap.

“Woah, moving a little fast there, huh?” He chuckled, admiring the strings of saliva that connected their mouths as she pulled back to gasp for air.

“D-Deku…”

“Still using the name Katsumi told you to call me?”

She blushed harder, glancing down at herself sitting in his lap. It must’ve been so crazy for a virgin like her to be doing this, but her loyalty in this moment clearly belonged to him and not Katsumi. “S-sorry! I really can’t believe Miss Katsumi would just give you a nickname like that…s-so, I apologize on her behalf, I guess? She’d get pissed off if she knew I even said that, though. Honestly, she can just be the worst sometimes…”

He grinned. “Yeah? You gonna make it up to me for your boss?”

She blushed harder as he ran his hand up her back. “A-and how should I do that?”

His wink made her melt against his chest. “I think you’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking…not right here in the mall, though. Obviously. This is already a bit much for a public space.” He chuckled and lightly rolled his groin up beneath her ass, making her moan. If she wasn’t convinced before, she definitely was now. “Let’s head back to the dorms.”

It was his turn to lead her out of the mall, holding her hand the entire time until they made it back to his dorm room. Luckily he hadn’t gotten a chance to unpack most of his All Might merch yet, otherwise that probably would’ve distracted them from immediately collapsing onto his bed together.

“I can tell you’ve never had a boyfriend before.” He laughed as she got in his lap again.

“W-why? Am I…am I that bad at kissing?”

He cupped her cheek. “That’s not what I meant. Your lips are amazing. I was referring to how pent up you are.” He rolled his crotch against her again, making her moan and shudder. “See? You’re desperate for it…”

She blushed harder before pouting. “B-blame Miss Katsumi…”

“Oh, I do blame her. As excited as I am to be the first man you’ve slept with, it is pretty unforgivable that a girl as cute as you has been stuck following her around instead of…‘having fun’. You can think of tonight as one night of revenge against Katsumi.”

Uraraka gulped. “Revenge…against Katsumi?”

He held his breath, waiting for her response. How would she react to those words?

Slowly, she clenched her fists, and a fire lit up in her eyes as she finally leaned in to initiate a passionate kiss. “Mmm…I think…I think I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear words like that. O-or maybe not my whole life, but at least ever since I started this whole ‘attendant’ thing with Miss Katsumi…y-you know what I mean!”

He laughed, lightly cupping her ass as she shifted around in his lap. His eyes slowly grew more serious, though, as he reanalyzed everything he’d learned about Uraraka thus far and examined everything she’d told him about how she felt about Katsumi.

The easiest path to his ultimate revenge was to get as much information as he could about Katsumi and the girls around her and the current life she lived. In order to do that, he needed to win over the other girls and subtly coax info out of them. However, if he could take it one step further, particularly with Uraraka—the girl who had spent the majority of the last few years around Katsumi, the girl who also held a grudge against her…if he could get her on his side, things would become a lot easier…

“Speaking of revenge…” He stared into her eyes, and she stared back, raising an eyebrow curiously.

This was it. It was time to choose. Would he trust her? Or would he play it safe? Would he…

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