Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 20

“Ah, a detention with three delectable and nubile students,” Midnight licks her lips as Momo, Izuku and Kyoka file into the classroom. “You three are going to spend an hour with me. I’ll take good care of you so make sure you learn your lesson, hm? Why don’t you all take a seat at the front here.”

“Miss Midnight, we are very sorry for the inconvenience,” Izuku bows before she joins the other girls to take her seat.

“Not to worry Midoriya,” Midnight purrs, “Punishing naughty girls like you is never an inconvenience.” She wears a hungry grin, but as soon as the three girls are sat behind desks that grin drops. So suddenly it has to be fake. “Oh my, I just remembered. I forgot to fetch my paperwork from the faculty office. But I’m sure you three can occupy yourselves here just fine until I come back. Who knows, maybe there are things you should talk about.” She walks to the door, opens it and gives a little finger wave as she walks through, “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” shutting the door behind her.

“What do you think she meant by that?” Izuku asks.

“I think we should sit in respectful silence,” Momo proclaims, sitting with impeccable posture. “This is a punishment after all.”

Izuku smiles at her very proper... girlfriend? The idea is still strange to her. “I feel like Miss Midnight was hinting at something, Momo.”

Kyoka fidgets with one of her jacks, knowing full well what Midnight is pushing her to do. It wasn’t subtle. And while she doesn’t want to think it, there is the possibility that if she doesn’t say anything, Midnight will. “There’s something I need to tell you guys.”

“Kyoka?” Momo asks.

The punk girl slumps a little in her seat, huddling into herself and not looking at the other two. “The reason I’m in detention... When Midnight caught you guys, she... Kind of caught me too.”

The two more buxom girls exchange a confused glance. “I don’t understand,” Izuku responds.

Kyoka’s cheeks flare with a blush of both embarrassment and shame. “I was... there. Outside of the school building.” She pauses, long enough for the other girls to realise the implication. “I didn’t meant to follow you. I just... Did. And then when I saw what you were doing I... Um...” She fully turns away from them. “I couldn’t look away.”

“You were watching us?” Izuku asks, feeling deeply uncomfortable at being seen in such an intimate moment. She had felt uncertain at being so exposed that day but Momo was so sure and there were so few truly private spaces they could be alone. But even so, for a friend to spy on them like that!

Kyoka cringes further away, something Momo immediately notices, standing and approaching the humiliated girl and putting a hand on her shoulder. “Izuku, it’s okay.”

“But–!”

“You didn’t know you liked girls until then?” Momo asks gently, Kyoka giving an embarrassed nod. “I figured as much. I didn’t know until I, well until I kissed you, Izuku!” she admits cheerfully, turning back to smile at her girlfriend, before returning her attention to Kyoka. “It wasn’t okay to watch us without permission, but I forgive you as long as you know not to do it again, or at least ask first. But you definitely don’t have to feel bad about liking what you saw.”

“Momo!” Izuku gapes at Momo’s absurdly understanding nature, as well as the utterly shameless offer. She should really have gotten used to Momo being like this by now but somehow it still sends her reeling every time.

“Izuku, we are strong and beautiful women!” Momo proclaims proudly, “It’s flattering that Kyoka realised she likes girls from watching us!”

“Not... Just girls,” Kyoka mutters.

“Well that’s fine too!” Momo affirms again. “After all, I can appreciate both Izuku and Saiki’s individual charms. Right, Izuku?”

“R-Right,” Izuku agrees weakly.

Even so it’s the wrong thing to say. Not for accepting Kyoka’s feelings, but for bringing up something else that had been eating away at Kyoka. And since she’s already sharing... “There’s more. I... Me and Saiki, we...”

Momo’s comforting hand retreats. No more words need be said for her and Izuku to know exactly what Kyoka is implying by her unfinished sentence.

But Kyoka’s words were quiet. Quiet enough that Midnight listening at the door didn’t catch them. So as the teacher re-enters the room all smiles, proud of her students for being so understanding and forgiving, the smile drops as she feels the atmosphere.

“You... With Saiki?” Izuku asks in a pained voice.

“Oh dear,” Midnight sighs, realising the can of worms that just opened in this room without her notice. As Izuku moves to stand the teacher is right there on top of her forcing her shoulders back down. “Stay in your seat, Midoriya.”

“But she–!”

“Even more reason to stay right where you are,” Midnight insists. “Following your passions should make people feel good, not cause people harm.” She studies the room, Izuku still angry but knowing better than to push her luck. Momo looking unsure how to feel. Kyoka looking very ashamed of herself. The R-Rated Hero moves back to the front of the classroom and sits on the desk, crossing one leg over the other. “Well, this wasn’t how I expected this detention to go, but I certainly don’t want to leave you to tear each other to pieces. So, let’s talk this out. Yaoyorozu, back to your seat. Jiro, let’s hear it.”

And so, Momo, Izuku and Midnight listen as Kyoka slowly tells them what happened. She didn’t go deeply into specifics on where or what took place. Enough to know it didn’t stop at kissing but they didn’t have sex. That was all.

The teacher sighs. So it seems the debatably best student of the first year hero course is that type of young man. She would be lying if she were to claim heroes were above such character flaws. But even so. “I see. I can’t deny to girls like you Saisei must seem quite the charmer. I obviously can’t speak for you two, but to me it would be hard to blame Jiro for falling to those charms. In the heat of the moment, every other concern can fall away before you even know it.” Her words seem to have something of an effect. It isn’t like they can deny her conclusion with how thoroughly both Izuku and Momo had so quickly fallen for him. ”To play with maiden’s hearts like this, he really is quite shameless. It seems to me Saise is in dire need of corrective punishment.”

“Please no,” Izuku whimpers.

“I like that idea!” Momo immediately speaks up in support. “He needs to be taught not to bring other girls into our relationship without telling us!”

“Ooh, Yaoyorozu! You’re so liberated!” Midnight squeals, “I love it!”

Jiro isn’t sure what exactly just happened between the two statuesque women as one stares hungrily at the other who is more or less oblivious. What she does realise from seeing it is that she would very much like to be trapped in between them.

“... No.” Izuku is quiet but even so the word carries in the room. “I don’t think... I can’t handle this.”

“Midoriya?”

The small girl looks to Momo, a pleading apology in her eyes. “Momo, I’m sorry! I tried! I really did! You were so supportive, and so happy to find a way to make this work, I wanted it to work too! But I can’t! I just can’t! If he’s just going to keep chasing every girl he sees, do I even mean anything to him or am I just another girl to him?!”

There is hurt on Momo’s face as she comes to a realisation. The way she phrased it... “Izuku... Do you not like me?”

“I love you!” Izuku insists, “Just... Not in that way.” She looks away. “You wanted things to work out... I did too. I let myself believe if I just went along with it everything would be fine. What we did was fun but... I’m sorry. I lied to you and to myself because it was convenient. I’m just not into girls like that.”

The crestfallen expression Momo wears is only a hint of the tumult of emotions underneath. Sadness, loss, guilt, regret. “I see.”

Midnight sighs. It would have been nice to have a simple and quick solution to all of these problems between these girls. It would also have been absurd. And even worse the cause of them was gleefully absent. In need of punishment indeed. “I think it best if we waive the rest of your detention for today. You can all go home if you like. Midoriya,” she addresses the smaller girl visibly filled with her own brand of guilt, “There’s only one person you can talk to if you really want to resolve this. It won’t be easy but you need to make a choice. I’m all about liberation from the shackles of inhibitions, but if you have a problem with what Saisei is doing, you need to confront him about it.”

-(-)-

The evening had been full of stress for Izuku. Momo wouldn’t talk to her. She didn’t want to talk to Kyoka. She didn’t know what she wanted to do. There was an overwhelming tide of emotions constantly pushing against her. Pushing her to do something, anything.

There was only one thing to do though.

Saiki had been surprised by a text from Izuku asking for his address. Surprised but certainly not displeased. And so it’s with a smile he opens his apartment door to see her standing there in a loose fitting top and track pants. Not dressing to impress and her expression speaks volumes. “Hey, Izuku,” he greets her, “Are you okay?”

She wants to believe the concern in his voice. Wants to, but doesn’t know if she can anymore. “No. Can we talk?”

“Sure. Do you want to–?” he gestures inside his apartment.

“No.”

He frowns a little. She’s curt. That isn’t like her at all. “Okay, let me just get my keys.”

A minute later they’re in a nearby park, Izuku sitting on a bench, Saiki on a low wall next to it. “Izuku, what’s wrong?” he asks.

“Saiki, how many girls are you with?” she asks.

The question catches him flatfooted for an instant. He recovers quickly but it’s a small mercy. Oh. That... Damn. He doesn’t know where she learned from but he can guess. Dragging Kyoka in that closet was a stupid and impulsive move. If only he had been thinking clearer. “That depends on how we’re counting.” He hates this is how it’s happening. It’s one of the worst possible ways, but he wants to be honest with her now that she has asked. He knew he would have to deal with a moment like this in the future but the reality of it was far worse than the imagining. Izuku isn’t a girl he ever wanted to hurt in any way even if he knew he would. And now, the pain he can see eats at him, to say nothing of the pain he can’t.

She barks out a sick laugh, “How many have you kissed?!”

“Four,” he answers entirely honestly. “Five if you include a woman I haven’t kissed but have done other things with. And that’s including you and Momo.”

Her hands clench into fists as they rest on her thighs. She nods slowly. “Me, Momo, Kyoka... Who else?”

There it was. Kyoka. Knowing he was right doesn’t make him feel any better though. “Katsumi and Mirko.”

Her head turns, she stares at him in astonishment. She isn’t sure which is the biggest shock. Her childhood friend who hates everyone, or that he somehow got in bed with his hero internship! She doesn’t even know if she wants details, to know just how thoroughly he betrayed her.

But before she can decide, he begins telling her anyway. “Katsumi challenged me to a fight in the first week of school. I suggested we make a wager on it. Ever since we’ve been betting favours, almost always sexual favours. And Mirko basically used me as a sex toy until she wore herself out and I turned the tables. If it matters, Mirko is the one I haven’t kissed.”

Izuku has no idea what to do with any of this information realising that no, she didn’t want to know. “Why are you telling me this?” her voice is shaky, watery. She doesn’t care that she feels on the verge of crying. How many better reasons to cry could there be?

“You came all the way here,” he answers. “You wanted the whole truth so... There it is. You’re a much better person than I am. Despite the similarities between how we grew up you never lost that selfless side of you that would throw yourself in harm’s way or give up something for the sake of other people. Me? I’m a selfish guy. I pretty much always have been. I want everything the world says I don’t deserve. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied with what I have.”

“And I’m just supposed to accept that!” Anger mixed in with the despair. “Just be happy to be another girl for you to use and enjoy”

“No,” he answers simply. “Much as you probably don’t believe me right now, I do care for you. I haven’t lied to you once, especially not how I feel about you. I could never see you as someone I could just use after I realised how special you are–”

“Stop it.” The tears have arrived. Izuku’s head sinks into her hands. “Just... Stop it.”

“... And no. Whether it’s something you can accept... That’s your choice. I’m guessing Momo already did?” She isn’t present, hasn’t said or texted anything. And he knows Kyoka would’ve told Momo before telling Izuku.

“... I won’t,” she says through her tears. “I won’t accept it.”

Saiki nods. He doesn’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. Whether that decision is final is up in the air. But for the moment, all he can do is stay with her until she collects herself and leaves him behind.

Once again. Back inside the shitty four walls of his apartment right after getting dumped.

“I fucking hate this place,” he mutters to himself, grabbing a jacket and going out to find something sturdy to punch for a while.

-(-)-

They say time heals all wounds, but it sure takes its sweet time doing it. The next week of school is awkward to say the least. With a little distance from the moment, Momo managed to apologise to Izuku, feeling she had to after pushing the more timid girl into a relationship. She had looked back on that moment, remembered how disinterested Izuku had been. Even if Izuku had turned it around and tried to make things work, she should have been more considerate.

Izuku was just bemused that somehow Momo thought she needed to apologise. Obviously it had been Izuku’s fault for not saying anything earlier. Not pushing back harder.

In the end, both had let out embarrassed laughter, attempting to reforge a friendship.

Not so with Saiki. All of his relationships were strained at best. Izuku knew about him and Katsumi and so there was pressure there. He and Momo were still together as far as he knew but there was a rather large question mark hanging overhead.

Izuku wouldn’t speak to him.

But as one week came to a close, another began. The week of final exams. A week in which the students hadn’t the capacity to think of anything but written test after written test after written test. It felt exhausting and never-ending but at the same time took no time at all because most of the students repressed the experience immediately after it concluded.

This brings us to the next moment in training the future hero graduates of UA. The final exams practical. A rumour floats around thanks to upper year students that the practical exam is simply the same as the entrance exam. Fighting robots under the same conditions as before to see how they’ve grown.

Seeing all of their teachers gathered before them in front of the training zones casts some doubt on that rumour.

“Hell yeah! Time to zap some robots!” Kaminari exclaims.

“I’m not surprised you heard about the standard exam,” Aizawa shrugs, “but it doesn’t matter. That won’t be the exam anyway.”

“What?” Sato asks, having counted on an easy pass from that being the exam.

Principal Nezu, a tiny mouse-bear-dog man raises his hand. “Given various circumstances it wasn’t deemed worthwhile to go through the standard exam. So we came up with an alternative so we might see what you are all made of!”

Aizawa gives them a tired but serious stare. “You’ll be fighting us.” He waits only long enough for the shock to set in before continuing. “You’ll be split into pairs, each pair taking on a different teacher playing the role of a villain and chosen specifically for you. We’ll all be wearing restraining weights designed by the support course for the sake of making it easier on you. Your goal is to either reach the escape gate, signifying retreat to get reinforcements, or to capture the villain with one of these sets of handcuffs,” he holds up the high-tech looking device. “Just lock in one cuff to secure the capture.” He grins suddenly, his eyes widening from their usually drowsy appearance. “That is, if you can.”

“The pairs will be as follows,” the principal announces, rattling off the list of student pairs and their opponent. The list goes on as the pairs join up and start strategising.

Saiki frowns as more and more students peel off from the crowd. A sinking feeling settles in his gut as he realises who the only person left is. Who his partner has to be.

Izuku rapidly comes to the same conclusion. She glances at him, feeling a twinge in her heart. The wound isn’t fresh but picking at the scab isn’t doing her any favours. Not that she can do anything about it.

“So who will our opponent be?” Saiki asks. He doesn’t see Vlad King around, though all the other teachers have already been assigned. Well, All Might isn’t there either but there is no way they would–

“HA HA HA HA HA!”

The usually confident boy pales at that laughter, and even further on the sinister smile directed his way from Aizawa. “We arranged something special for you two.”

“I AM HERE!” All Might bellows, suddenly appearing from out of nowhere to land one giant paw each on the two students’ shoulders. “Young Midoriya! Young Saisei! Let’s see what you two newbies are made of!”