Play Matchmaker

So after thinking things over for a bit Hanta made his first entry:

Ochaco Uraraka

Sometime today Uraka will misunderstand something Izuki Midorya says as a confession of love, prompting her to admit her own feelings for him. This will culminate in the two sharing their first kiss in full view of Hanta Sero. Said kiss will quickly turn into a barely decent make-out session as months of sexual tension are released all at once.

Hanta thought he’d have at least until class before anything happened, but just as he rounded the corner towards the locker-room for a quick shower and change of clothes, he heard Midoriya ask, somewhat breathlessly “Did you mean what you just said?” and Hanta rounded the corner just in time to see Uraraka answer the greenhaired boy by drawing him in for a kiss. Hanta watched the guy stiffen at the unexpected action, saw Uraka loose confidence at the perceived rejection and then her bliss as Midoriya got over his shock and returned her affection. And just as he had written, now that their last insecurities were dealt with, the two lovebirds were really going at each other like nobody was watching.

Which, to be fair, was a fair assumption on their part.

Hanta almost never ran into another student when showering here after a morning run. Most would rather make the detour back to the dorm with it’s less ‘utilitarian’ showers (that had the additional benefit of not smelling like sweat and old socks.) Because no way in heck, would Uaraka ever have the confidence to grab Midoriyas butt like that if she thought she had an audience.

Dang, these two were really going at it. There was a lot more awkward shuffling than in a manga-kissing-scene, but their sheer enthusiasm probably made up for it.

Speaking of things being up. It was time for Hanta to beat a silent retreat, before the bulge in his running pants would make it suuuuper awkward to be discovered and having to talk with them. up until now Hanta had seen Uraka as this sorta-cute, sweet girl. But hot dang, was Midorya in for a treat if she always got this fired up in the bedroom.

“Always the ones you least expect.” Hanta chuckled to himself as he made his way back to the dorm. If he hurried he could probably fit in a few minutes of ‘private time’ in the nearest bathroom, take a (very) quick shower in the dorms and retrieve his spare uniform from his room. Because for obvious reasons the uniform he stashed in the locker-room was unavailable right now.

After taking care of buisiness, Hanta could ponder the big question with out worrying if he was thinking solely with his little head: What to do about the Sex Note? Hanta would freely admit he wasn’t the smartest guy in the room, but it was pretty obvious that it was dangerous. That it was meant to encourage lewdness was just a formality, because it sure as hell would be easy to drive someone to suicide or outright kill them. If there was a politician that he didn’t like Hanta could make them masturbate in front of a live audience. Or he could add 'while falling from a high building' or 'doused in kerosene and holding a lit match' to the description of a sexual scenario and outright kill someone - literally 'making it look like suicide'. Or he could have someone confined to a solitary cell because they’d become unbearably aroused every time they heard someone speak. Or tried to think of a number. In short the notebook had no safety measures to prevent the owner from hitting the very bottom of depravity and then start to dig deeper.

Luckily for the public figures of the world Hanta enrolled in UA university, because he genuinely hoped to be a hero. So the lesson he took from this rather grim realization, was that he had to be extra careful with the notebook rather than start salivating at the thought of how easy it would be to use the Sex Note to carve out his own personal kingdom.

Maybe he would even have turned in the book to the faculty, if it hadn’t been for Midorya and Uraraka arriving way after the bell. Because even as they were chewed out by Ereaserhead they couldn’t completely wipe the dopey smiles of fresh love from their faces. The sight of Midorya subconsciously grabbing his grilfriends(?) hand to lend some silent support was a nice touch too.

It reminded Hanta that, yes, IN THEORY the Sex Note would allow him to spread fear and misery, but his first use brought happiness to someone. There was nothing wrong about that. It was perfectly normal to get a bit jittery at the responsibility. but wasn’t that was being a hero was all about? Rising to the challenge?

The world would be a bleaker place if All-Might had decided someone capable of accidentally leveling a building with the wind-pressure of his punches was way to dangerous to work as a hero.

Heck Bakugos power was basically friendly-fire-waiting-to-happen, and that guy was actually on track to becoming one of the greatest heroes of this generation! One of the most abrasive too, but that was another matter. Fact was, if this was a FPS he’d be stuck using only grenades and instead of whining he somehow made it work; and without any serious friendly fire yet.

It had to mean something that this chance to do great things had almost literally fallen into his lap, right? This was Hantas time to shine.

Of course Hanta wasn’t just an aspiring hero. He was also a 18-year old guy, who really wanted to get laid.

And watching Midoriya and Uaraka try and fail to keep their new understanding a secret from their friends (and the giddy saccharine lovey-dovey stuff that ensued once the cat was out of the back ), fed both sides of Hanta. The hero who wanted to protect the smiles of the people around him and the horny almost-adult who longed for a girlfriend of his own.

By the time Hanta went to bed he was still debating the pros and cons of giving the book to the Pros, but deep down he knew that his mind was already made up. If he wasted this once in a lifetime chance to make his (love)life something truly amazing, he’d kick himself for years to come.

So naturally his mind drifted to where to go from here:

First things first. Hanta needed a way to test the power of the Sex Note, before committing to any long-term plans. Now some of the subtle options he could test over the course of the next few days, no problem. But testing the less subtle applications on unsuspecting classmates; that idea felt dangerously close to abusing their trust. Testing that stuff on villains would sidestep the trust-issues, but came with a whole other load of problems. And experimenting on himself also sounded like a recipe for trouble.

Which left the option of asking someone to be his guinea-pig. And with the way the Sex Notes rules worked, it would need to be someone comfortable with Hanta gaining partial control over their sexlife.

Hanta let out a long-suffering sigh as he realized this basically meant he would need to find a girlfriend. (Or ask a girl if she wanted to be friends-with-benefits, if he fancied playing on ultra-hard-mode) And the reason eh wanted to test the Sex Note in the first place was in part because he wanted to avoid any unfortunate accidents when using it to get a girlfriend.

“Stupid Catch 22. Maybe I should try testing it on a villain after all.” he muttered.