An average male civilian from a well off family

You were James Sumisu, an average male who grew up in Japan surrounded by those who were affected by the Scarlet Law. Your parents did their best to try to raise you up right, and while you no longer lived with them, you still visit from time to time. And while there were incidents around public quirk use, it was waved off as youthful enthusiasm.

Like any red-blooded male, you always dreamed about having your own **** girl or ten to control and have fun with. Thanks to your parents insisting on you taking a summer job all throughout high school and even a little during the end of middle school, you were able to save up quite a bit of money. You were able to easily purchase a green haired girl for cheap since she was a Quirkless girl. You even had more than half your money leftover.

Izumi was frankly a steal, her intelligence and observational skills were top notch. Her teachers definitely sabotaged her as with her intelligence and dedication she definitely could have gotten higher grades. After reading her hero journals that she brought along, you found out a lot of stuff about heroes that you didn’t know before.

While you didn’t quite believe her dream of becoming a hero, starting a little training and getting her in shape couldn’t hurt. Our runs and other exercises really helped her blossom from a cutie to a beauty. She was able to nicely fill out her maid outfit along with the other costumes you purchased for her.

She really helped you out when you moved out of your family home, she was able to find a nice apartment with a few rooms that can have multiple uses. Thanks to a small job at a cafe, you have been mostly financially stable, especially with Izumi also working there. Her Quirkless and **** status meant she earned a lot less than most others but it was still a great help.

“Master? There is a letter for you,” Izumi said as she walked into the living room, holding a small envelope. Izumi only had on a small apron that barely covered her front and her collar. The apron didn't hide her soft curves and semi athletic body; she had a nice, spankable ass and jiggling breasts. Her somewhat scruffy, green hair was held back in with a light red ribbon and reached her shoulders. You were sitting in an armchair watching one of the latest crime shows. You had Izumi sit in your lap, her cute, naked ass sitting down on your clothed crotch.

“Whose it from my grass kitten,” you say as you start groping her high C-cup breasts.

“It's from…”