First let's check in on Izumi.

In an apartment in Musutafu, Izuku and Izumi shared a bedroom. Neither of them were aware this wasn't how things had always been. Izuku's All Might merch - the action figures, the curtains, the bedspread, the stacks of comics and other useless trinkets he just had to have because they had that smiling face - all of it took up one half of the room. The other half of the room was Izumi's. When Izuku and Izumi were little (according to their false memories) they shared a bunkbed. Izumi had that bunkbed to herself now and the bottom half was used as a sleeping area with her computer and tools tucked away in shelves underneath. Anytime she wanted she could pull them out, sit down, and tinker. The top half had their shared TV, so that if one of them wanted to watch something or play a game they could go up there.

Izumi lay on the top bunk, shifting her legs a little. That bunk had one other use, something she and Izuku had quietly agreed to once they hit puberty. That was where they went to masturbate so the other one wasn't **** to leave the room and let their mother know what the other was up to.

She'd come down from fingering herself about an hour ago, but had stayed up there, thinking about the girls they met that day.

The rich girl was pretty, she thought to herself. I think her tits were about the same size as mine. Maybe I can press them together and compare. She stopped that line of thinking and shook her head. N-No, I can't do that. She'll think I'm a pervert. She idly sucked more of her juices off her fingers.

The other girl looked really cool, though. And she's into training with Izuku, which is also pretty cool. She furrowed her brow and looked down at her brother sleeping in his All Might bed. That girl would probably like him more, especially if they got into the hero course together. Well...good. Izuku deserved to have someone other than his own flesh and blood to hang around him and not treat him like shit.

"Izumi? You awake?" Izuku mumbled from his bed. He looked up at her on the top bunk. "I thought you finished a while ago."

"I did," she said, turning over a bit. "I've just been thinking about the new people we met. They're applying for the hero course too, right?"

"I know Jiro is. I think Yaoyorozu is too." He didn't really know, but the fact the taller woman exuded such confidence and comfort in herself reminded him of the cocky declarations of some of their classmates wanting to be heroes. But less arrogant and more...elegant.

"Don't know what the busty girl's quirk is, but Jiro's...she's gotta at least have super hearing, right?" Izumi asked. "Maybe I could make noise-canceling headphones to isolate the sounds around her so she can focus on one thing. Like, filter out the crackle of fire to find the cries of 'help.' I wonder if she's got any sonic attacks planned."

"Well...we don't always have the best track record when we ask about quirk stuff," Izuku sighed.

He was unfortunately right. Their fascination with quirks could sometimes get manic when they saw a new one, and both having a love for analysis even if for different reasons isolated them from some. Izumi only got further in her questioning because when she got excited about quirks she tended to bounce.

"Came from being quirkless, I'm telling ya," she replied. "We still don't know how it feels to activate a quirk. What's different? Is it a mental adjustment? Is it like flexing a muscle? Is it dependent on the quirk? You're gonna have to give me everything you feel when All Might gives you One For All."

"I will, don't worry. I'm dying to know too." Izuku's smile faltered and he looked at the All Might clock telling them the time. That smile. "...I hope I don't disappoint him."

"You won't," Izumi reassured him. "If he says anything like that, I'll invent a Testicular Tortionator just for him."

"Haha! I'm sure he'll live in fear of it."