A Little Talk and Recovery Girl

"So, your name was... Deku, right? That's what the nasty guy was yelling at you." The soft girl started as he walked alongside her, keeping a slow pace to not **** too much pain into those bruised legs of his. "Like... 'DIE, DEKU, BLAAARGH'" The mockery of Katsuki's voice could only make him laugh a little before replying.

"N-No, not really, Kacchan just calls me that to insult me... like some sort of useless puppet without strings, that kinda Deku." Izuku tried to keep memories of Katsuki's bullying through the years out of his mind, with... mixed results. "I'm Izuku, Midoriya Izuku."

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't mean to use a bad word like that! It's just... I thought it was more like, You Can Do It, like Dekiru, you know? I found it pretty cute." Her warm, infectious smile made him go red in the face instantly, blurting out that she could call him Deku before he had a chance to even think about it.

"Deku-kun it is~! I'm Uraraka Ochako. It's great to know your name after so long, isn't it?" The way she was beaming was surreal, enough to give him some stomach butterflies. He wouldn't survive this kind of closeness for long...!

"Chuuu~"

The beautiful nurse's kiss made Izuku's bruises fade away incredibly fast, and barely taxed his stamina to boot. Nothing like last time, when his arm and legs broke like he had set off explosives in them. "My, my, you sure get wounded a lot. Do keep injuries to a minimum next time, alright, Midoriya-kun?" Unable to reply to her strangely erotic voice, the blushing mess in front of her simply nodded really fast while scrubbing the lipstick off. "That's a good boy. Now, I've noticed a couple of irregularities since I last treated you, so I'd like to perform some exams on you."

She turned to Uraraka, who had been mostly silent while Recovery Girl - the nurse's old hero name - treated Izuku. The puffy-cheeked girl was handed a note for his next class' teacher. "Please, take this to Present Mic. Izuku will need to be excused from his class for these." With a little nod and a wave, she left, leaving both of them alone in the office.

Once she'd locked the door, she moved over to a few physical measurement instruments - a scale, a grip strength measurer, and so on - while waving at him to follow her there. "I heard you just used your Quirk during your apprehension exam, over and over, yet the damage to your body is much lesser than what happened just a week ago, with a single use of it. We'll need to check how your body performs without your Quirk. Please step on the scale."

After about half an hour of tests, something was painfully clear to Izuku - his body was way tougher and stronger than he remembered it being. He didn't show any outward changes; his abs were just as mildly defined, his biceps were still just 'decent' for a boy his age, and so on. Yet, every test he did to lift or punch something, run, test his endurance or resistance, and so on ended up registering Olympic results, without even using his Quirk.

"Hm. Now that's intriguing. Does your Quirk involve not only super strength, but also incredibly boosted muscular growth after it tears itself down using that strength...? Or did it include, as a secondary feature of sorts, an ideal body that manifested later in life? We'll need to collect more data for this to make any sense... Oh, I know. A semen sample should mark the difference between one and the other, as a perfected-body side effect would also include sexual traits, but not the alternative."

At this last point, Izuku just tilted his head to the side, his already-red face now nearly glowing from embarrassment. "A-a-a s-semen sample?!" That sounded... mortifying. Would he have to just... masturbate here? What if it didn't get up from nervousness, or if his method of doing it screwed with the sample, or if the nurse peeked while he wasn't noticing, or-

"Easy there, easy there, there's a small bathroom here you can use. Lock it from the inside, grab some mags with you and this container here, and when you're ready just make sure it all goes inside, okay?" She gave him a selection of hentai doujins and adult magazines, a vial and some lube and tissues, showing him the way to the bathroom before leaving him alone.

...well, that just happened. What do I do now... ugh, lemme just lock the door and... oh, she has some VladKrad doujins, lucky...! I love this artist! Hmm... okay, just a quick one then, for my own health...

Once he was done muttering, he popped the mag open, his thumbs hooking under the waistline of his gym pants in order to push them down... yet, he quickly stopped himself, his eyes going open wide in shock like he was seeing what was down there for the first time in his life.

What... the... hell... happened to m-my...?!