An Office Visit

It was Monday morning outside the U.A. gates, and the Yaoyorozu car had just dropped you, Momo, and Izuku off. It had been a productive Sunday, albeit one with a late start, as you all had to recover from the previous night’s sexual marathon. You had met up with and changed the guards who hadn’t been on shift Saturday, fully ensuring the safety of the house.

Izuku had gotten in touch with Melissa, who was very excited once the opportunity was laid out. A small team with large funding, helping out a hero with as much potential as Izuku, was a support engineer’s wet dream.

Speaking of wet dreams…

She was remarkably attractive, skillful, and intelligent, according to Izuku’s mind. You’d almost be jealous if you didn’t have the edge of complete control over the minds of anyone and everyone you met.

Omnipotence was as close to a cure for envy as you could get. Well that and being mentally healthy, but come on. You were a god, not a miracle worker.

While Izuku had been setting that up, you had been considering how best to contribute to his agency. You didn’t want to fight yet, as far as your darling knew you could only read minds, so it was more a matter of finding useful quirks and helpful heroines.

Both of which could be found at U.A.

Momo and Izuku split off to head back to their dorms, but you had a plan in mind. You made sure to pull the directions to Principal Nezu’s office from your adorable boyfriend’s head before you headed off, and before long you were standing in front of the office doors.

You needed to be careful once again, the small animal was frighteningly intelligent. The question was whether he had realised your influence yet. A peer through his mind told you everything you needed to know.

He knew about your quirk, and was currently assembling a dossier of ****. To the best of his knowledge, your ability was to charge your words with mind-warping intent. A cache of recordings of the times you had done so was hosted online, and would be released to the public if any part of his security were breached. That was his safeguard. Well, that and earplugs. It would have worked too, had he known that your abilities were far stronger than you usually let on.

Slowly, insidiously, you extended tendrils of your quirk out to the dog-mouse-bear thing. Impressing the image of yourself, you combined it with all the egotistical moments you could remember. The feeling you had right before you’d noticed the escaping Yaoyorozu guard. Every little god complex moment you had. Any time you had started underestimating people, stripped of the realisation of your recklessness.

Hubris was the folly of those smarter than they were wise. And Nezu’s quirk was based in intelligence, not wisdom.

Steeling yourself, you pushed the door open. The Principal looked up as you entered.

“Ah, Miss Yamada!” He had a sadistic smile on his face. “I assume you’ve caught yourself up on the situation?”

“Uh, yeah.” You were only half paying attention to the situation as you did the most important part of your setup. Copying Nezu’s High Specs quirk. You felt your mind open, analysing everything around you incredibly fast. Dedicating most of it to unraveling the tangled web of checks Nezu had set up, you freed up just enough of your mind to continue the conversation.

The Principal began to cackle. “Now, now, Miss Yamada, we both know I’ve taken precautions against your little trick. Luckily for you, you have a bargaining chip as well. Return the people you have changed to their previous states, and you’ll only be thrown into Tartarus, rather than dying where you stand.”

“I need to talk to them to be able to-” He cut you off by holding up a paw.

“If you must communicate with me, use the pad on the table.” He gestured to a pad of paper and a pen.

And there was the first mistake. You didn’t need to speak to make complex changes with your quirk, merely communicate. You didn’t try anything yet, though. Your mind was still reverse engineering a solution to Nezu’s little **** setup.

Grabbing the pad and pen, you wrote: I need to be able to talk to people to make changes. Bring whoever you want, just don’t release the information.

Mistake number two. He’d just had his suspicions about your quirk confirmed, and was now ignoring several contingencies he’d attached to the paper.

“Very well. I’ll summon Mister Bakugo, I believe you made a few changes to him. Wait quietly, thank you very much.”

Mistake number three. Not keeping you occupied. Your newly expanded mind went into overdrive, finally unravelling how exactly Nezu had hidden his cache. The randomly generated key to release the information was only known by a single person. That person had been chosen, and contacted, by an incredibly complex system of algorithms and encryption.

Nezu would need to unravel all of that to work out who was in control, and it took nothing short of a supercomputer, or High Specs, to do so in a reasonable amount of time. The keyholder was currently watching an audio-less video feed of the room, ready to release everything should any attempt at controlling Nezu be made.

Had Nezu merely thrown you into Tarturus, he would’ve **** you to reveal All For One. But now, you had time to crack the code.

It was a trial for your poker face when you worked out who was on the other side of the camera. Nemuri Kayama, the R-rated hero, wasn’t going to know what hit her. Expanding Search, you found the area of the school she was located in, and focused the full power of your quirk on her. Every sleepy moment you had experienced in your life slammed into the unsuspecting woman, and Search told you she had slumped into a slumber that approached a coma.

You grabbed the pad of paper, writing out as simple a command as you could think of.

Freeze.

Nezu went still the moment his eyes focused on the paper, and you could feel the panic that ran through his mind. You could empathise with the mental self-flagellation that was happening to him, but frankly he had been too annoying a roadblock for you to feel much pity.

You grabbed the pad.

Do not act against me.

Remove your precautions against brainwashing.

Scowling, Nezu reached up to his ears, unplugging them.

“The **** will still be released, Miss Yamada. You’ll be on the run for the rest of your life.”

You chuckled. “Your contingency was linked to Midnight. She’s currently slumped over whatever control panel you gave her, well and truly asleep. She’ll be my next visit, I think.”

Nezu’s ears dropped, bravado fleeing him. “How?” He whispered.

“I went on a trip to Tarturus after I met Izuku. You’re looking at the current holder of All For One. Combined with Monoma’s quirk, I have the rather handy ability to replicate quirks, and hand them out as often as I like.”

“You used my own quirk against me.” He breathed.

“Yep!” You said cheerfully. “Now, scrub all the information you found about my quirk from the internet, as well as anything else you find that might incriminate me. From here on out, I will act with impunity in the school. You will support me however you can.”

Teeth grinding, Nezu nodded.

“You wish for my success. However you need to justify it to yourself, the realisation of my vision is the most important thing to you. It is good, it is just, it is necessary.”

Nezu sat for a long moment, nigh incomprehensible psyche rewriting itself to come in line with your ideals.

“Very well, Miss Yamada. You had best leave before Mister Bakugo shows up, you need to get to Nemuri before she wakes. I’ll clean up my mess online.”

“One more thing, Nezu. I’d like you to organise Rabbit Hero Mirko to do a talk at the school.”

“Are you planning to add her to Mister Midoriya’s harem?”

You smiled “Among other things.”

There was a spring in your step as you strolled down the hall towards Nemuri Kayama. Both her and Mirko were unaffiliated with any agencies, which made them prime candidates to join the Deku Hero Agency.

Opening the door, you found the **** Midnight laying on her keyboard, illuminated by the glow of a monitor. You didn’t bother to wake her to reprogram her, simply letting your sweet words seep into her **** mind. After making sure your commands took hold, you woke Izuku’s new harem member and sent her off to wait for him to finish class.

There was one final order of business. You returned to the classroom where you’d first found Mei, though this time it was significantly less… exploded.

You knocked on the massive door, easing it open and peeking inside. Students were tinkering with items arrayed on tables, while Power Loader wandered around, offering suggestions to improve their ideas. He looked over as you stuck your head in, curiosity on his mind.

“Hi! Do you mind if I grab Mei for something?”

Power Loader looked over to the woman in question, who had lodged her torso deep into a pile of scrap parts, giggling maniacally as she sorted through for whatever she was looking for. “If you can tear her away from her work, absolutely. Good luck though, you’ll need it.”

Perhaps most people would need luck, but you were not most people. You quickly made your way over to your oblivious harem-mate. “Mei, dear, could you come with me? It’s for Izuku.”

At the mention of her love, Mei quickly pulled her head from the pile and fell in behind you. You could feel a faint surprise from Power Loader, though he was more happy that Mei had apparently made some friends.

You led the busty engineer to the front gate. The Yaoyorozu limousine was waiting there, Mitsu sitting in the back seat, as you’d asked it to the previous day. You and Mei joined her, sinking into the comfortable seats.

“I have something for the two of you. Something that will be incredibly helpful for Izuku.”

They both perked up, excitement building.

“It’s principal Nezu’s High Specs quirk. Mei, I believe you know what to do with this.” You transferred the quirk as you spoke to her.

Giggling maniacally as she felt her mind expand, Mei reached for the door. “I’m going to make so many new babies with this!”

“Before you go, Mei.” Mitsu grabbed Mei’s arm, holding out a sheaf of paper with her other hand. “This is the contract to work in Izuku’s agency. Look it over, and give it to Momo once you sign it.”

“Momo… Mooooomoooo.” A look of deep thought came over Mei’s face. “Which one was Momo?”

“M-my daughter? Looks like me? Can create anything out of the lipids in her body?”

“Oh! Mini-Midnight!”

Mitsu looked at you. “Is that really what people call her?”

You shook your head. “Mei is a special mind. I don’t think anyone else has had a thought even approaching that. She is thinking of Momo, though.”

“Right.” Mitsu was utterly baffled. Taking that as a dismissal, Mei jumped out of the car and began running back to her class, rolling up the contract and shoving it into a back pocket.

“As for you Mitsu, I have an extra gift, as well as a task for you.”

“An extra gift?”

“In addition to bestowing High Specs, I’m also going to combine your current quirk with a stockpiling one. It should allow you to control far more material. As for the task, I want you to use High Specs to study biology. Specifically human biology.” You could feel the confusion in her mind, so elaborated. “I can mold minds into something worthy of Izuku. I need someone to mold bodies. And with these quirks, you’ll be perfect for that.”

Mitsu nodded in understanding. “I’m going to need to practice as well. Study isn’t enough.”

You shrugged. “You have guards, don’t you? They’re loyal enough to keep any mistakes hidden.”

“I’ll start with them, then.” You let the two new quirks flow into her. She sat for a few moments, getting accustomed to the barrage of new feelings. “That is a truly odd feeling.” Shaking herself free of her reverie, she looked back up at you. “Are you finished with everything on campus? Melissa will be looking through the contract with my husband right about now. It may be a good time to meet her.”

You gazed out the window at the campus. With Nezu on a leash, your biggest worry was resolved. Though a few people may be an issue, they would now have to deal with the smartest thing on the planet that hadn’t fucked Izuku Midoriya. You could leave it alone.

“Let’s go.”