Interlude: Inaugural Assembly of the Heroine Harem

Around the same time that Izuku and Masako were meeting at the beach, across the prefecture, Ochako Uraraka stepped into the popular Café du Lac. The café was a known hotspot for girls in her demographic, so it was quite a surprise when Katsumi Bakugo set up a meeting there. Ochako didn’t take the tomboy as being someone quite caught up on trends. Yet, she was the one who suggested it nonetheless. Ochako didn’t mind though. Café du Lac had some delectable mochi.

As Ochako inhaled the warm scent of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries, she looked around the room for Katsumi. The day after her marvelous first date with her Izuku, Ochako had asked her boyfriend for the blonde's number so that she could get to know the person she was sharing a relationship with. It was only right, for as Izuku’s First Girlfriend, Katsumi held a lot of power over the relationship as a whole, and Ochako was now the unknown element being added to the mix. If relationship dynamics aren’t established early, then things can get really messy. Fortunately, Katsumi felt the same, and so they decided to meet at this café as a sort of neutral ground.

She spotted Katsumi in a back corner of the café, the fiery tomboy waving her over with her usual bold confidence. Katsumi’s ash blonde hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, and she wore her signature scowl, though it seemed softer than usual—more casual. Ochako smiled warmly, knowing that Izuku had previously warned her of his Firsts ‘brashness.’ So seeing the tomboy at least try to seem less intimidating made her seem quite cute to her.

“Hello Bakugo!” Ochako greeted cheerfully as she slid into the seat across from her.

“Took you long enough, Pink Cheeks,” Katsumi replied, though there was no real bite behind her words.

As soon as she sat down, a waitress came by to take her order. “I’ll have some mochi and green tea, please,” Ochako requested with a smile. Mochi was her favorite, and she figured the treat would help calm her nerves a bit. Katsumi herself seemed to have already ordered some coffee and was sipping it as she evaluated the girl across from her. Ochako sat there awkwardly, not knowing how to start. Thankfully, her treats arrived just in time to save her.

“Alright, let’s get this out of the way,” Katsumi said bluntly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. “I’m his first girlfriend, so that means I get priority access to his bed.”

Ochako, who had been mid-sip of her tea, nearly choked. Her face flushed a deep shade of red, and she had to quickly set her cup down before she spilled anything. “R-Right,” she stammered, still processing the sudden declaration.

Katsumi didn’t even blink, her amber eyes meeting Ochako’s directly. “If you’ve got a problem with that, now’s the time to speak up,” she added, almost as if daring for the brunette to speak against her.

Ochako shook her head quickly. “N-No, that’s fine! I understand,” she said, still a little flustered but not wanting to seem rude. “You were with him first, so it makes sense.”

Katsumi continued, smirking slightly at Ochako's reaction. “You two haven’t fucked yet, so you have no idea what you’re signing up for. Man’s a **** of nature in the sheets.”

The brunette's head spun at the thought of embracing her new boyfriend. She already wanted to faint after making out with him after their date. How could she possibly deal with… doing the deed? The tomboy chuckled at her atomic red face and gave her a ‘warning.’

"You better get used to it. Deku can get a bit handsy, and if you’re not careful, things happen fast…” Katsumi almost went into a daze as she recalled memories, but she refocused and added to her speech. “Oh yeah, another thing—I have no intention of managing harem stuff. That’s on you."

Ochako blinked in surprise, almost dropping her mochi. "Wait, really?"

Normally, the first girlfriend—or ‘first wife,’ as it was often called in harems—was the one who took charge of keeping things organized and ensuring everyone got along. If things aren’t properly managed, jealousy can run rampant and destroy even the most solid of relationships. The fact that Katsumi was so hands-off about it was surprising, but in a way, it made sense. From what Izuku had told her, the tomboy wasn’t the type to fuss over relationships or emotions unless they directly affected her.

Katsumi shrugged, her expression nonchalant. "I couldn't care less about that shit. I’m his number one bitch. So as long as I'm with my big green hunk of a Hero, I'm happy. The rest can be up to you… Ochako"

Ochako smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie. "I feel the same way. I promise I’ll do my best, Katsumi."

"Good," Katsumi replied, leaning back in her chair. "Cuz knowing him, we’ll have to work together anyways to keep Deku from charming every single girl who bats their eyes at him."

Ochako blushed again, remembering how she had pretty much fell victim to his handsome smile. And his sparkling eyes that gazed upon her… And his muscular arms that carried her so preciously. ‘Gosh… Pretty much his everything.’

The blushing brunette coughed and collected herself. "I guess that’s kind of what happened to me… Sorry."

“Eh, don't apologize. His fault for being just a damn stud.” Katsumi waved off her concern. "Besides, I approved of you because you saw how amazing Deku really is. He’s a hero and deserves only the best women. From what he’s told me, you fit the bill. Granted, it could be his dick he was thinking with, but I choose to trust his gut on it.”

Ochako was over the moon. Her hero thought of her as one. She squirmed in her seat out of pure elation. “I-I’ll do my best to live up to that then."

Katsumi mused at the sudden idea. "Our boyfriend, the center of a whole host of heroines flocking around him. It sounds like something out of a shitty story."

As their conversation continued, the topic naturally shifted to the relationship between them. Ochako blushed, wanting to clarify everything, brought it up gently. "So, um, what about the relationship between us? How do you see that working?"

Katsumi scoffed lightly, leaning back in her chair with a frown, "I don't swing that way, Pink Cheeks. Deku’s Dicku is the only thing I’m interested in."

Ochako let out a relieved sigh, her shoulders visibly relaxing. "Oh, good! I'm the same. I was a bit worried about how that would work. My mothers are more like sisters than lovers, so I was hoping for the same."

Katsumi snorted. "My moms are the opposite. Pretty sure my old lady fucks my other mom more than my dad. So yeah, no worries there. I may be fine with sharing him and shit, but no way I’m getting with any of you."

Ochako nodded, feeling a newfound sense of comfort and understanding. "Exactly. I'm glad we're on the same page."

Katsumi took a sip of her drink, her eyes belaying a different emotion. "Granted… If he tells me to do something…"

Ochako blushed, imagining that situation. What would she say if Izuku told her to do something in that sexy, commanding voice of his? She didn’t think she was a sub, but… ‘God, I would crumble like wet tissue paper, won’t I?’

The two girls shared a moment of sexual deviancy, imagining their boyfriend handling them in any way he wished. Eventually, both came back to earth, now with a shared understanding of where their tastes may lie. The girls shared a small chuckle and took a sip of their respective drinks as if to quench their sudden ‘thirst.’

As Katsumi put her drink down, she was reminded of something. Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh yeah, get ready to start your job ‘cause our number may grow pretty soon."

Ochako raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Someone I should be wary of?"

Katsumi leaned in, her smirk widening. "Before you came along, there was a couple of chicks who seemed to be pretty into him. They both might be going to UA too, and one may literally pounce if Deku beats her up, but the other likely won’t do anything without a push. Confidence isn’t exactly her thing."

Ochako frowned. She knew how that felt when she was younger, but between her sister and her modeling gigs, insecurity was a thing of the past. If not for them, she may never have asked Izuku out as she did. Perhaps a push really is what this girl needs. “I see. What do you think about them?”

“Bit of a mixed bag.” Katsumi scoffed. “First, there’s that lion chick, Ojiro. I like her. She’s got some grit to her but she hasn’t really done anything to stand out to me yet. I’d likely accept her if she asked him out, but apparently, she’s an M and wants Deku to literally manhandle her until she submits. That’s some hot shit right there. Respect.”

Katsumi just said a lot of words that short-circuited Ochako’s brain. “She... What… Huh?”

“Yeah… I think it’s some animal thing where she wants a strong man to break and breed her.” Katsumi then formed an odd grin on her face. “Literally what I want Deku to do to me, so I can’t fault her for that.”

Ochako was learning quite a lot about her harem sister, though her heart may have skipped a beat when she imagined herself in that situation.

“And then there’s this rocker chick, Jiro,” Katsumi continued, her scowl deepening. “Now, that girl drives me nuts.”

Ochako blinked in surprise at the apparent disdain in the tomboy's voice. “Oh? How come?”

Katsumi crossed her arms, her frustration evident. “She’s been denying her feelings for Deku ever since they met. It’s painfully obvious she’s into him, but she keeps pretending like she’s not. Shit pisses me off.”

Ochako tilted her head, trying to understand. “Maybe she’s just nervous or unsure of how she feels? I mean, it’s not easy to admit you have feelings for someone, especially when other girls are involved.”

Katsumi shook her head, clearly not buying it. “She knows I was open to sharing the dork. Especially since I know he likes her. You have no idea how many times I’ve caught him checking out her ass. I mean… It's a nice ass, but it’s not just that. It’s the way she’s been acting. She’s not pushing herself for her own sake—she’s doing it for Deku’s approval, and that’s not healthy. For her or for him.”

“You think it’s bad for Izuku?” Ochako asked, her tone thoughtful.

“Of course it is,” Katsumi replied, her eyes narrowing. “He needs bitches around him who are strong on their own, not someone who’s constantly looking for his approval. We’re trying to be heroes here, and we’re aiming for the top. Earphone’s got potential, but she’s wasting it by being all hung up on what he thinks of her.”

Ochako sighed softly, realizing that Katsumi was genuinely concerned, not just annoyed. She had a strong, clear idea of what she wanted from the girls around Izuku—and, in her own way, she was looking out for both him and the rest of them. Ochako liked that.

Katsumi sighed and reached for her cup. “But we’ll see. They ain’t getting help from me.”

Ochako somewhat agreed with that. A girl needs to fight her own battles, after all. “I guess we’ll find out.”

“I guess until then, you got other shit to worry about.” Ochako tilted her head at her co-girlfriends statement. The blonde grinned. “Like how you’re going to fuck Deku.”

Ochako nearly choked on her mochi and coughed it out, while Katsumi laughed. The tomboy then went on to prod further by giving her ‘tips’ on how to please their boyfriend. As much as she seemed to be embarrassed by it, the brunette most definitely wrote down every single detail.

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As Izuku walked home, his muscles sore and tired from the intense exercise with Ojiro, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Curious, he pulled it out and saw a new message from Katsumi. He knew his girlfriend had gone out with Ochako, but he was left in the dark as to the details. ‘Girl stuff,’ Katsumi had said, whatever that meant.

So, as he opened the message, his heart skipped a beat. On the screen was a photo of her in a bikini, striking a confident pose.

BombB1tch: "Pink Cheeks sent you one, evening the score."

Izuku's face turned a deep shade of red as he stared at the photo, his mind racing. 'What does she mean by evening the score?' he thought before remembering the rather risque photo Ochako had sent him. He secretly was glad he told his first girlfriend about it if this was how she was going to compete. He quickly glanced around to make sure no one was nearby to see his reaction, then fumbled to type a response.

Thanking her for the gift and wishing her a safe trip home, Izuku couldn't help but smile despite the lingering embarrassment. He sure was lucky.

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AN: Howdy Howdy! Got a little Interlude for y'all today! Little extra scene of our girls bonding a bit and talking about the future with a touch of how Harem Dynamics work in this AU. Enjoy!

As always, thank you all for reading, and be sure to check us out on my Discord for behind-the-scenes looks at all my writing. Lastly, a special thanks to Zephyr0F8 for beta-ing this chapter!