Hatsume - Midoriya - My Hero Academia

- Quick note. This story takes place in a universe where UA is a college, not a high school. All characters are 18 years or older in this story. Thank you.

Izuku was regretting coming here. Sure, he needed some support gear, but he should've waited until Powerloader-sensei's work hours to get it. Only Hatsume was here at the moment, and she was, well. Let's put it this way, Hatsume was excitable at the best of times, and positively volatile at the worst of times. He had come here looking for a simple upgrade, just some reinforced leg armor and maybe some steel toed boots, it should've been a simple fix! Instead Mei had immediately started rambling about 'rocket boot babies' and sped off into the deep recesses of her workshop. He was now alone, bored, and pretty fucking annoyed. He was already on edge after watching the fight with All-For-One last week, and today hadn't helped what so ever. Earlier he had failed to come up with his special move, and now he was here waiting like a good little boy until Hatsume came back. Of course he didn't talk about this stuff out loud. Midoriya had practically no confidence these days, it had been pretty thoroughly stamped out by Kacchan. Even gaining the most powerful quirk in the world couldn't fix that kind of psychological trauma. Not anytime soon at least.

So Izuku sat there, and waited.... and waited some more. Until finally, he got tired of waiting and decided to look around. Surrounding him was mostly junk and scrap metal, piled nearly to the ceiling, but what caught Midoriya's eye was a suspiciously clean work table against the wall. For some reason it wasn't nearly as cluttered as the rest, with only one prominent item on it's surface. Some sort of... cylindrical device? It didn't look like much, it was pale pink, with a few small black stripes across the middle, and a little nozzle at the top. It honestly looked like a fire extinguisher, if fire extinguishers were 8 inches long, and could fit in the palm of your hand. For a moment, he considered the small object. Knowing Hatsume, it was probably explosive, but at this point Izuku was so bored he couldn't find it in himself to care. Cautiously, he walked over to the strange looking bottle, and picked it up.

"I wonder what this is for, is it supposed to spray something?" For a moment, Izuku fiddled with it, before-

"Hey whatcha doin'?" A voice whispered directly into his ear

"AAAAH!" Midoriya immediately spun around, and backed up to the work bench, cowering behind the device. "I'm sorry Hatsume! I didn't mean to mess with your stuff I was just bored and I saw this table and I got curious so I just figured--- huh?" Halfway through his rapid apology, Izuku had looked up, only to see the remains of some sort of mist disappearing into the air, and a completely stock-still Mei Hatsume. For a moment, he just stood there, thinking she was paralyzed out of anger, but then, slowly, he looked down at the device, and took in the very clearly pressed trigger. During his surprise, he must have accidentally pressed down on the nozzle, releasing some of the substance inside directly into Hatsume's face. Looking back up at her, he noticed something he hadn't the first time around. Her normally sharp, bright yellow eyes had dulled, and she was drooling softly into her tank-top sweater.

Now, Izuku was a good kid, and most would mistake his politeness and ramblings as something coming from an innocent naive boy, but this wasn't the case. All the bullying in middle school had done was push Izuku into repressing his feelings and urges, and they came out in a big way when he discovered porn. Since he didn't really have any friends, he spent most of his days at home, on his computer, jacking off.. Of course, that had mostly changed in college, when he had finally started to make friends and develop his first real crush on Uraraka, but now, after having looked into Mei's **** face, Izuku junior woke up with a vengeance. "Uh... Hatsume, can you hear me?" For a moment, there was no answer, until-

"Yes, I can hear you." She responded. Okay, so she was alive. The question is: what now?