Scumbag Hero Academia Chapter 16

Heroics class will always be the perfect place for UA students to show how they have grown. And no single class session would be more demonstrative of that growth than the one immediately following 1-A’s internships.

“Holy crap!”

Saiki can only agree with Kirishima. Seeing Izuku’s improvement as she pulls some incredible moves on the screen, he knows he isn’t the only one who levelled up. Evolved. That’s a better word. If he wants to be a hero he needs to live his gimmick to an extent.

Come to think of it, Izuku’s movements as she darts about on top of the factory-like structure reminds him of a certain someone. A certain someone gritting her teeth, clenching her fists. Carefully he sidesteps towards her. “Hey, Katsumi, the way Izuku’s moving. It’s kind of like you, isn’t it?”

“You better fuck off right now, creeper.”

He laughs silently, stopping the recorder on his phone. That temper of hers is going to get her in trouble someday. Well, more trouble than earning punishments from him. He’ll just give her some space for now, save that little bit of leverage for later. Getting her ass plowed again. That sounds like a fitting punishment. He grins in satisfaction, eyes returning to the big screen. It’s fun to watch Izuku’s jiggling but if she’s going to move like that she’s going to need more support up top from her costume.

“Dude!” he hears a harsh whisper.

“Hm?”

Looking to his side he sees a blushing Jiro who can’t quite meet his eyes. “You’re showing!”

He’s momentarily confused. At least until he sees her eyes flick down, her cheeks flare brighter and then look away. Oh. “Right,” he answers lowly. “Guess I’ll need to get my costume adjusted.” He grew down there since it was made. Not to mention his package is more powerful now. But to think he could still pitch a tent while wearing a dance belt. Damn thing probably tore.

“You’re just gonna leave it there?!” Jiro whisper shouts at him as he continues to stand there unconcerned. “Are you that shameless?”

“It is what it is. It isn’t going anywhere, especially if you keep blushing all bashful like that.”

“Sh-shut up!” she growls, making the mistake of looking at him as she does. He smirks as he flexes a little down there causing his package to pulse. He gets what he wants as he sees her eyes get involuntarily drawn downwards. She covers her eyes but he can tell she’s still looking through her fingers.

Rrrip

... Oops. He doesn’t need to look down to know his bulge has grown quite a bit more prominent due to his newest wardrobe malfunction.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, really need to see about getting this fixed up,” he nods to himself, closing his eyes to focus his mind away from arousing thoughts. “... You’re not making getting rid of it any easier, you know. I can feel your eyes on it.”

“Right, sorr– I mean shut up, I wasn’t looking at it.”

Ice baths. Ice baths. That one wrinkly gym teacher who kept giving him shit for his quirk. Ice baths. Baseball. That super lame baseball hero playing baseball. Ice baths. He sighs. “There we go.” He adjusts his stance out of relief. “You know a bunch of us are going to do some training at Momo’s on Saturday if you want to come along.”

“That’s nice of her, letting a pervert like you in her house.”

“Oh, so you’re that type of girl,” Saiki smirks to himself. “The type who says she’s not interested while her eyes and hands tell a different story.”

“I haven’t put my hands on you.”

Saiki shrugs. “I can be patient.”

The hearing hero glares at the side of his head, causing his smirk to grow. “You know what? Yeah. I’d love to go. Need to make sure you try anything funny.”

“Ha! Yeah. Okay. Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

-(-)-

Saiki stares at the gate, looks left and right along the expanse of uniform fencing, what looks like woodland on the other side. “Was Momo so excited she gave me the address of a private park by accident?”

“I knew she was well off but this is... Wow,” Jiro agrees, for once not looking quite so drowsy as she stares wide-eyed at the forest their class president’s family seems to own.

“We should probably...” Izuku trails off, looking nervously at what looks like a security guard coming their way down the street. Three teenagers loitering in a rich neighbourhood isn’t a good look. She pushes the intercom button for just an instant–

“Saiki, is that you?!”

Jiro gives the only boy present a flat look. “First name basis, huh?”

“Sure, what’s wrong with that Kyoka?” he grins at her.

“I didn’t give you permission to call me that.”

“I’m more the type to ask forgiveness than– Pfft,” he breaks out into chuckles, “Nope. Can’t even pretend.”

“Uhh, Saiki...” Izuku gets his attention, pointing to the guard still walking their way. Eyes focused on him alone.

He rolls his eyes. Figures. He leans forward, tapping the intercom again. “Hey, Momo. I brought a couple of people with me like we talked about.”

“Oh...” There is a hint of disappointment in her voice but she quickly recovers. “That’s excellent! Please, come in everyone!” The gate swiftly opened automatically, allowing the students entrance.

The security guard laying his hand heavily on Saiki’s shoulder is not so accommodating. “Is there a reason you three are bothering the Yaoyorozu?” he asks.

The reactions of the three to being accosted by security after being very clearly invited into the Yaoyorozu estate are varied. Izuku is confused. Saiki resigned. Jiro confrontational. “We were invited?” she says looking unimpressed, with a tone asking how he couldn’t understand that. “We’re Momo’s classmates. Didn’t you just hear her on the intercom?”

He makes a show of looking over the three duffel bags they’re carrying, then focuses on Saiki again. “How about we all go together. Just for peace of mind.” It isn’t a question. It isn’t a request.

Jiro’s jaw hangs. “You can’t be serious!”

“They’re always serious,” Saiki grunts. “Fine. Let’s not put a damper on Momo’s day,” he agrees with the guard, shrugging the man’s hand off to start walking up the driveway. It isn’t like he has many options. He could throw a fit, make things even worse, lose the moral high ground. Or he could leave. He accomplishes nothing and Momo is still let down.

“I don’t get it,” Izuku finally feels compelled to speak up. “Are security really this harsh here?”

“Come on Izuku, you know how it is,” Saiki shrugs, “If you two were here alone this guy probably wouldn’t care that much, at least after Momo invited you in. Meanwhile I’m... Well I’m sure a boy going to see the daughter of a wealthy family probably has something to do with it,” he admits, “But there’s only one real reason.” He looks at the guard still hovering over his shoulder.

“There’s no reason to be aggressive, sir. We’ll just go to the house and get all this cleared up.”

The blue-haired boy rolls his eyes. “Aggressive. Right. My point is, I’m poor. This?” he tugs at the shoulder of his polo shirt that looks like it has seen better days. “This is the nicest outfit I own outside our school uniform and my work uniform. And it is just a sad state of affairs when you can call a fast food uniform your good clothes. But hey, UA tuition is expensive and I only receive enough money from my folks to stay alive. Guys like him?” he hooks a thumb at the guard, “They’re trained to sniff out guys like me like they’re bloodhounds. Isn’t that right, watchdog?” No response. Well trained not to get taken in by bait. “People around these parts probably appreciate it. I get the feeling Momo won’t. I’ll say this much, she’s a much better person than you’d ever expect from her upbringing. That says some good things about her family at least.”

“Saiki,” Jiro uttered, not prepared to learn this much about him.

Izuku had already known some of it, but not to the extent that she had just heard.

Saiki himself isn’t big on the pity he hears in Jiro’s voice. He curses himself for letting his frustrations push him to spill his guts like that. But as he sees the house, he pushes all of that aside. “Alright. Just try to act natural. Everything’s fine. This asshole just made a minor mixup and will be leaving as soon as it gets cleared up! Isn’t that right?” he asks, giving the two girls significant looks. “No classism here! Just a guard doing his job escorting some guests!” He pauses. “Smile, Izuku.”

“Ah, r-right!” she stammers, forcing a jagged, wooden smile onto her face.

“... Okay, I take it back, don’t smile.”

Another minute of walking. It turns out seeing the house didn’t at all mean they were close to it. But as they reach the... Saiki isn’t sure what to call it. Front yard? They probably have to invent new terms to describe the geography of a home this big. But as they close on the mansion’s door Momo is there to greet them with a joyous smile. “Everyone! Welcome! I made sure to have some snacks prepared so we wouldn’t start on an empty stomach! And– Mister Yasuo?” she asks smile turning to a small frown of confusion as she addresses the guard. “Is something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine,” Saiki answers before the guard can say anything. “He just offered to walk us up. I admit this place is so big I was worried about getting lost.” He continues to smile as he looks at their ‘escort’. “Isn’t that right?”

“Really?” Momo asks, hand up to her mouth as she smile again, “That’s so nice of you Mister Yasuo! Thank you for helping my classmates feel welcome.”

Yasuo looks to Miss Yaoyorozu, to the other two girls giving him thinly veiled looks of distaste, to the boy who had up until now been giving him a hard time. Who at this moment is telling him with his eyes to go along with this for Miss Yaoyorozu’s sake. “... Yes ma’am, happy to be of service. I’ll return to my patrol now.”

“Thank you again, Mister Yasuo,” she offers him a shallow bow as he turns and walks away.

And just like that the unfortunate interruption is away and dealt with to no longer weigh on the day, at least as far as Saiki is concerned. “I heard something about snacks?”

Momo claps her hands with a bounce in her movements, “This way!” she happily leads them into the dining hall where a small assortments of light, health-conscious snack options await them. A cheerful and light brunch later she leads them into her personal training room.

“When I told my parents I wanted to be a hero when I grew up they spared no expense getting everything needed to train to be a fine hero!”

Saiki can tell. “They did their research,” he notes, choosing to ignore the host’s accidental bragging. “I recognise some of this stuff from Mirko’s training space.”

“Really?” Momo asks, excited at the prospect. He nods. “That’s wonderful to hear! It takes more than the right equipment, of course, but to know a respected pro trusts this equipment is reassuring!”

“Is that an olympic pool?!” Jiro points to the far end of the enormous space where the body of water in question sits on a lower level behind a glass partition.

Momo nods eagerly, mistaking her friend’s awe for excitement. “Swimming is wonderful full-body exercise, isn’t it?! And so relaxing after more strenuous exercise! Did you bring a suit?”

“Uhh, no.”

“I’m sure we can find you something later if we want to take a dip. In the meantime, shall we get started?”

-(-)-

Momo continues to be the most gracious of hosts all throughout the day. Doing her best to make sure everyone has everything they need, putting her own training on hold for that purpose. Something Saiki quickly puts an end to once he realises. He did have ulterior motives for bringing Izuku (though Jiro was a spur of the moment decision), but wanting to train together was still always meant to be part of the equation. Training together.

“Are you both ready?” he asks. Momo and Izuku stand opposite one another in a decently large and empty space. “Remember, Izuku, down to about half power, okay? Momo is still getting used to using her quirk this way.”

“Got it!”

“Go!”

Izuku moves in, slower than she was at the sports festival but still faster than baseline human speeds. She goes in low, ducking down below what she can see of Momo’s quirk going to work. The creation quirk seems to be working to produce a blunted spear out of her right arm and a shield over her left. Her standard melee choices. But as Izuku attempts for an early victory by staying out of the way of those hazards, she’s quickly forced to sway right as a third creation, a rod of iron suddenly juts out of Momo’s right knee. Grabbing hold of it, Izuku tries to use the lever to unbalance her opponent but it comes free without issue. Thinking quickly she brings the misshapen piece of metal up, forcing Momo to block with her shield. This leaves Izuku open to a counterattack from Momo’s spear. Izuku’s assault is halted in that moment, forcing the shorter girl onto the back foot.

“Did you really suggest this?” Jiro asks Saiki as the two watch the spar. “Momo’s new fighting style?”

“I suggested she go back to the basics of her quirk,” he answers, focusing mostly on the continuing bout, “And maybe a bit about the simple iron rods as an example. That’s all though. I guess she took to my advice hard. She’s already worked out some of the kinks. What Izuku tried, with grabbing the rod? I hadn’t thought of that when I suggested it but she already has a counter to it.” He smiles, proud for Momo’s progress. “Izuku is the better fighter in skill and stats, but even so Momo is holding her own. All with the basic applications of her quirk. When she can combine this with the more complicated stuff she can make? She’ll be devastating.”

Jiro looks at him with new eyes, then sniffs a laugh. “You know when we first met I thought you were just an arrogant douche. Kind of like Todoroki. But I guess... You do have some good points.”

His eyebrows raise as he glances at her. Sees her earjacks twirling together as she looks just a little away from him. He smirks and returns his attention to the fight. “And on the first day I saw you, you flashed me your panties.”

“You saw that?!”

“I didn’t think you’d go for white, to be honest. But the kitten print was adorable.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And that’s time!” Saiki announces loudly. Both the combatants stop, breathing a little heavily. “How did it feel, Momo?”

She takes a couple of panting breaths, but grins widely. “It felt good! Though I worry I lose focus the longer a fight goes on. It got to the point she could anticipate my traps easily.”

Izuku, shakes her head, somehow looking equally pleased. “That’s not it at all. I, ahh,” she runs a hand through her hair. “I kind of got jittery after I almost got tagged by that knee. I tapped into more of my power without realising it. You weren’t getting slower, I was getting faster. And you still kept up with me! You’re amazing, Yaoyorozu!”

“Really?!” the rich girl practically glows at the praise. “Thank you! And of course, you can call me Momo!”

“And you can call me Izuku!”

Saiki watches with secret satisfaction. Mission success.

He came to a realisation somewhere between round seventeen and eighty-seven with Mirko (that whole period had kind of blurred together after a while). Tormenting Katsumi with contests and punishment games is all well and good. She’s prideful enough to go along with that for the rest of her damn life. Having bun fun with Mirko... Well he doesn’t really understand why that’s so easy to maintain but the text on his phone asking if he’s still coming over tomorrow says he’s in no danger of failing there.

Izuku and Momo? They’re... Different. He doesn’t want to trick or cheat or coerce them into anything with him. Maybe it’s because Momo is the one genuinely good person he’s found born in her circumstances. Maybe it’s because Izuku is so much like him, having to scrape for every advantage and still finding victory. Maybe it’s because when he looks back on his interactions with them, he can’t quite bring himself to believe any of them were manipulations. He wants Katsumi because she gets him hard. The same for Mirko. The same for Juri when he was with her. Well... More because she got him off in the last case. Juri was fine for what she was and that was it.

But these two. Or even these three as he glances at Jiro still stewing over his teasing her. He wants them. As more than just sexual outlets. Momo and Izuku, he just plain likes being around them.

And so... If he doesn’t want to sacrifice anything. Doesn’t want to lose either of them, then they can’t be rivals for his affections, or at least not just that. They need to like being around each other. And so today was necessary. The rivalry that started at the sports festival needed to be evolved to a level of mutual respect and admiration. A relationship he could slot himself into.

“Oh my!” Momo gasps, “It’s getting rather late!” she realises as she looks out the window to see the setting sun. “Perhaps a quick swim to cool off and we shall call an end for today?”

“I mean, I still don’t have a suit,” Jiro reminds the host.

“Neither do I,” Izuku admits sheepishly.

The three girls look to the only boy. “What?” he asks. “I brought one. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, not to worry,” Momo assures the less prepared. “While I was arranging lunch I made sure to arrange some suits for everyone also! They’re in the changing room.”

Izuku exchanges a confused look with Jiro. “How do you know our sizes?” she asks.

“Oh as part of training for my quirk I learned to estimate dimensions fairly accurately. They won’t be perfect but they’ll fit,” she assures.

Jiro shifts, feeling awkward. “Well... Since you went to all that trouble...”

“Oh, it was no trouble at all! Come on, come on, girls first!” Momo insists, using her exuberance to usher the girls into the changing room.

Saiki is left to his own devices for... Quite some time. Longer than he would expect it to take for the girls to change into swimwear. He gets a somewhat satisfying answer to the question of why when two of the girls come out in two piece suits, both blushing brightly as they emerge. “Wow,” he says with an appreciative look up and down. That look is almost enough to send Izuku’s blush all the way up to her hairline.

“I would have preferred a one piece,” Jiro manages to say through her embarrassment, unsure exactly what part of herself she wants to cover up. The result, her arms doing a bizarre dance.

“I don’t know about that. That suit really works for you,” Saiki praises honestly. It’s not even entirely lecherous from seeing that much skin. It really does suit her well.

“Shut up!”

“I-it’s y-your turn Saiki,” Izuku stammers, making stiff movements away from the changing room door.

“Really? Isn’t Momo still in there?”

“She said she wanted to get the nice towels for us.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her.” He grabs his duffel and walks past the two girls, resisting the urge to pinch Jiro’s cute little butt. Dumping his bag inside he quickly grabs his swim trunks and starts to strip off his sweaty gym clothes, setting them to one side. Near nude, he looks down at the jock he has to wear at all times now and sighs. At least it doubles as a cup. And the fact that it’s there because without it his cock could quite literally burst out of his pants is a nice salve for his pride, injured for having to wear something so silly.

Unlike the girls, it only takes him about a minute total to change into his trunks at a leisurely pace. As he puts his bag up on a shelf he hears a knock on the door. Not from the workout room side, form the other door that leads to the rest of the house. “Yeah?”

“Are you decent?” he hears Momo’s voice through the door.

“Yeah, you’re good.” She enters, all confidence despite her somewhat revealing attire. A scarlet bikini that shows a lot more skin than Jiro’s. “Wow. You know to be honest I expected a sling bikini given your hero costume– Woah!” he yelps as she keeps walking, pushing him against the changing room wall.

“You lied to me,” she tells him, only to then pull his head down to lock her lips with his.

“Mmh?” he asks, but quickly stops caring what she was talking about as he deepens the kiss, her soft body pressing up against his chest.

The kiss lasts only a few seconds longer before Momo pulls away, breathy, frustrated. She looks away from him. “Kyoka told me what happened with Mister Yasuo.”

Suddenly the kiss tastes bitter on his tongue. “She shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m glad she did,” Momo counters, her fingers trailing against his chest. “She was angry and so am I. I know why you did it. You knew I was looking forward to today and you didn’t want something like this to spoil it. But the fact that you were treated like that by someone acting for my sake, it hurts. And the chance to make sure it never happens again is more important to me than having a perfectly carefree day.” Her hand reaches out to cup his cheek. “It makes me happy that you care so much for my feelings, but please let me care for yours.”

His thoughts from only a few minutes ago. They are reinforced a thousand times by those words. He swallows thickly. He can’t remember anyone ever expressing that kind of care for him. Never in a way that made him believe it. “I... That might take some adjustment.”

“Then we’ll adjust.” She takes him by the hand and pulls him towards the workout room door...

Only for Saiki to stop her short. “Uh, they probably shouldn't know we were in here together.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh.” She honestly hadn’t considered that. “Yes. Of course. I’ll just come through in a minute.”

“With towels,” he reminds her.

“Right! Towels! I’ll be back momentarily!”