Setsuna waves him down, and she's sitting with Kendo and a few girls from 1-B, including a blond girl with horns.

Done with his food, Izuku picked up his tray and took it over to the trash, cleaning the few remnants of food off the plates before putting them on the conveyer to the kitchens. He was thinking about taking a walk through the school when he noticed Setsuna waving at him, her hand actually floating into the air in an effort to get his attention.

Deciding it would be rude to ignore the girl, he made his way over to the table she was sitting at.

Setsuna was sitting beside Itsuka, the ginger girl chatting to a few other classmates of theirs... who all happened to be girls. "Hey again, Midoriya." She grinned as her hand reattached itself to her wrist. "I tried to get your attention earlier, but you weren't giving me the time of day."

"Ah, Sorry about that Tokage." Izuku bowed a bit at her. "Art class with Ms. Kayama was really stressful today for my class. So I figured I'd talk with my friends to make sure they were okay, and to pass the message on to the rest of 1-A that they can come talk to me about it if they need to."

"Really?" Itsuka asked, putting hold on her conversation with a girl with vines for hair, who was still eating her own portion of fish and a few wheat rolls. "What was the lesson? It's just art class, and I know Ms. Midnight is kinda eccentric, but it can't have been that bad, right?"

"Well... actually yeah, it could have been." Izuku told his fellow class president. "I'll tell you what happened, because it may happen to your class too next time you guys have art, but try not to spread it around. It's really embarrassing."

"Your gesture of foreknowledge is welcomed wholeheartedly." Another girl, who looked like she wanted to fall asleep at any moment. She was hunched over slightly, her hair hanging just over her eyes as she tilted her head to look at him.

"Ah, right. Introductions!" Kendo smiled. "That's Reiko Yanagi." She pointed at the girl who just spoke. "This is Ibara Shiozaki." She gestured to the girl with vines for hair, who was dabbing at her face with a napkin before she turned to face him.

"A pleasure, to be sure." She smiled softly, bowing her head slightly.

"This is Pony Tsunotori." Itsuka gestured to a blond girl with a few soft horse-like features, including a small muzzle. She had large horns and big, earnest, soulful green eyes that shown with excitement.

"Hello." The girl waved at him with a small smile, though there was a tinge of fear in her voice. "I am American, sorry if sound not so good. Still learning Japanese."

"She's really come a long way in the month we've been in school." Itsuka said, smiling at the girl.

"Oh, it's no problem at all." Izuku said, smiling at the girl. "I can speak some English. I'm a big fan of all kinds of heroes. I've followed All Might all my life. Had to learn English to understand his interviews and other things." Izuku said to the girl in heavily accented English, who smiled so wide it must have hurt her face as her eyes gained a shine in them at his display of bilingual prowess.

"Whoa, look at you!" Setsuna grinned at him as she clapped. "What other languages do you know?"

"Well," Izuku thought about all the Heroines he'd met and connected with, and what he'd picked up in order to speak with them better. It's not like all of them knew Japanese, after all. "I know a bit of a lot of languages. Chinese, three different varieties of Spanish from all over South America, Portuguese, Norwegian, Dutch, French, Arabic, Greek and Italian, German, Russian and a few more. But I'm only really Fluent in English so far, because of how long I've followed All Might." Izuku said, scratching his cheek as he smiled.

"Holy Shiitake!" A trembling voice got his attention, belonging to a girl with shoulder length brown hair. Her bangs were only slightly shorter, covering up her face down to just above her mouth, seemingly curving outwards so it wasn't actually touching her nose. "O-oh, I'm sorry! Sorry sorry sorry! It just took me by surprise that you knew that many languages!" The girl was bowing rapidly in apology.

"Ah, no, it's okay..." Izuku tried to calm her down. "You're... Kinoko Komori, right?"

"Ah!" The girl stopped bowing, trying to hide her already hidden face behind her hands. "Y-yes..."

"Don't feel bad, Midoriya." Kendo said as Setsuna floated a hand over to pat the girl on her back. "She's kinda shy, meeting new people. She's actually a really happy-go-lucky girl when she gets used to you." She pointed to the last member of their group. "And this is Yui Kodai."

The girl simply raised her hand in greeting at him, looking bored.

"Nice to meet you, Kodai." Izuku said, smiling at the girl who nodded at his acceptance of her not speaking so quickly.

"And that's it for our little group." Setsuna told him with a smile. "Now, about that thing in Art class?"

"Ah, yeah." Izuku said, looking around the lunch room for anyone who could eavesdrop as he gestured everyone to get closer. "I don't wanna talk super loud. It's kinda embarrassing, really. It has to do with the fact that our class got through the USJ with minimal wounds..."

And so Izuku explained to them what had been the lesson of Art that day, explaining both what was stated about the reasoning given as to why they were being taught it especially so early, and his own thoughts and opinions on the matter.

As he explained, he answered a few questions (Mostly about the validity of the statistics and reasons for teaching such lessons in the first place) before he finished.

"Jesus..." Setsuna breathed out, flinching at the glare Shiozaki gave her and the way the girls hair seemed to come alive. "Sorry. Slip of the tongue."

"I do wish you'd mind that vulgar tongue of yours, Tokage." Shiozaki's voice was soft, if reprimanding. She did not take it further than that, however, as she turned to Izuku. "I thank you for the warning, Midoriya. While I find the method to be questionable, tempering ourselves against lust is an admirable goal."

"Like I said, your class may not even have to deal with it. But it couldn't hurt to give you a heads up just in case. I'll leave you to decide who you can trust with the info among your class. Just try not to let the other classes hear it." Midoriya told them, shrugging.

"Well, thanks." Itsuka nodded, smiling. "If it does happen, we'll have time to mentally prepare now. But won't Ms. Kayama get mad at you for ruining her fun?"

"I doubt it. Ms. Kayama's a sadist, not a dictator." Izuku shook his head. "At most I think I'll listen to her scolding me. That's fine, if your class doesn't have to end up in the same situation as mine."

"Yes." Tsunotori said, nodding along. "Kosei and Tetsutetsu said that most of your class was here before them. They race here every day and are here before anyone else."

"Yeah, Ms. Kayama said that everyone else got done well before class was over when she came to tell me that class was almost done."

"Yeah, you were definitely the last one here from your class." Setsuna said, smirking at him with evil intentions. "You know the only person I haven't seen from your class all lunch? Your in denial childhood sweetheart, Kasumi Bakugo." She leaned over the table, her head even detaching to get up in his face. "Would you have something to do with that, Mr. President?"

"Why does everyone think something happened?" Midoriya let his head hit the table, Setsuna moving her floating head out of the way as he did.

"Because you were locked in a room and told to get naked, duh." Setsuna laughed. "What would two horny teens do in a locked room with school ordained nudity?"

"Setsuna, don't make me chop you." Kendo sighed, priming her hand.

"No, she's right. It's fine, I guess." Izuku sighed, sitting back up. Setsuna stuck her tongue out at Kendo, her headless body giving the peace sign as she reattached her head to her neck. "Look, I've known Kacchan all my life."

"Kacchan?" Pony scratched her head. "Midoriya, why are you calling her Mother? Or am I misunderstanding something again?"

Midoriya felt himself blush. "Ah, no, you're misunderstanding! Kac-chan, not Kaa-chan, Pony. Kac-chan!"

"Oh!" The girl blushed, putting her hands over her mouth as she blushed. "So sorry!"

"I may not have understood all that, but I think I get what she's saying." Setsuna couldn't let the opportunity slip through her fingers. "Why does the girl who supposedly can't stand being around you let her call her a name so close to calling her mom, Midoriya? And why do you call her that, anyway? Surely you've noticed how close they sound before. Is there something you wanna share with the class? I'll gladly lend an ear if you wanna get something off your chest." As she said that, an ear split from her head, wriggling out from under her hair and floated over to land in Izuku's hand.

"Setsuna..." Kendo gave another long suffering sigh, palming her face.

Kodai simply raised one eyebrow, before holding up six fingers.

"Aw, come on, that was at least an eight." Setsuna harrumphed, her ear zooming to return.

"It's nothing like what you're implying, Tokage. Kasumi and I have known each other our entire lives. I had problems with S's when I was young, so Kasumi became Kacchan. That's all. And she doesn't like the name all that much, if she's constantly flipping the bird every time I say it." Hopefully that would be changing someday, but that was for the future to figure out.

"Ah, fine." Setsuna sat back down. "You're no fun, Midoriya." She pouted. "You're so hard to fluster. I wonder..."

"Wonder what?" Izuku asked before clamping his mouth shut. He was feeling pressure on his groin, the familiar feeling of a foot rubbing his dick through his clothing. A flash of satisfaction in Setsuna's eyes led him to guess just whose foot was the culprit. Her quirk would be perfect for it, after all, from what he'd seen.

"Oh, just thinking to myself. Don't mind me." The grin on the girl may have made the others suspicious, but they didn't act on it. Probably used to her antics, though he doubted they knew what she was doing to him. "But where is Kasumi, Midoriya? You still haven't answered that."

"She's in the infirmary." Izuku said, his voice easily able to keep a casual tone. Setsuna raised an eyebrow, but he didn't know exactly what for. "While we were in the room, she decided it was a good idea to attack me when I tried to strike up a conversation." The pressure on his crotch increased a bit, the rubbing motions growing more intense and he felt himself growing hard. "We had a bit of a fight, and it ended up getting her in trouble after Ms. Kayama found out about it when she came to check on us. Kasumi's a really determined fighter, so even after I don't know how long dodging she kept coming at me until I knocked her out with a **** hold. She's confined to the infirmary for the rest of the day, but I don't know beyond that."

"A **** hold?" Setsuna feigned curiosity. "What type? Triangle? Guillotine? Rear naked?" As she said 'naked,' Setsuna's other foot joined the fray, rubbing around Izuku's flagpole as she grinned at him. They worked in tandem, though once more, a novice's movements. Izuku could handle her ministrations for a long time, especially since all she was doing was giving him a footjob through his clothing. Not that the girl knew that.

"Rear naked ****. You don't want Kasumi to blast you with her explosions if you can help it, so getting behind her was the best option I had." Izuku said, shrugging. If she wanted to play this game, she should have chosen another guy.

"Behind her, eh?" Izuku felt Setsuna's feet leave his crotch, but one of her feet grabbed his zipper with her toes, and the other started trying to undo his belt as she grinned at him. "I bet she liked-"

"Enough, Setsuna." Itsuka said, chopping the girl in the neck with an enlarged hand. Her movements were fast enough that, combined with the size, Setsuna couldn't split her body apart to avoid it, and hard enough to knock the girl out in one hit.

Izuku breathed an internal sigh of relief as he felt the girl's feet fall away, seemingly turning to ash as they bounced off his lap into many particles that floated away.

"Oh, how sinful of her to imply such things." Ibara shook her head. "I'm sure you were pure the entire time, Midoriya. You've given me no reason to think otherwise, and if Kasumi is indeed with Ms. Recovery Girl, she'd know if you did anything indecent and see you punished for your wickedness." The vine-haired girl smiled at him. "The fact that you are here right now shows that you've done nothing wrong. I wish I had someone in our class that I could have such faith in for such a trial." Ibara sighed, clasping her hands in front of her as sunlight began to stream through the window onto her.

Does... does anyone realize what's happening? Izuku wondered. Is this part of her quirk?

"Yeah, from what I know of him, Midoriya's a stand up guy." Itsuka seconded the vouch for his good character. "And Yaoyorozu's never said anything negative around him either. She doesn't strike me as a girl who would let that kinda thing slide."

"Thrice the praise heaped upon you," Reiko said, her voice quiet as she looked between all the girls before her gaze landed on him. "In good standing you shalt remain until proven foolishly bequeathed."

"What she means," Itsuka began to say before Izuku waved her down.

"I get what she's saying." Izuku said, smiling at the girl. "Thanks Yanagi. I'll try not to let any of you down."

With that, the bell rang to signal lunch was over, making Izuku jump to attention. "Oh man, is lunch really over? I gotta get back to class, 1-A has heroics next!" Izuku hopped up, very mindful that his erection had gone down well before he stood up. "It was really nice meeting all of you, and I hope that our classes can work well together in the future!" He said, running to the entrance of the cafeteria.

Itsuka and the girls watched him go before Itsuka began shaking Tokage awake. "Come on, you. Up."

"Huh?" Setsuna slowly opened her eyes, shaking her head. "Ah jeez, Kendo, you need to warn a girl when you're knocking her out." She was rubbing her head, which had hit the table when Kendo chopped her neck and sent her forwards ****.

"Then you'd have dodged." Kendo rolled her eyes. "Come on, get up. We gotta get back to class, lunch just ended." She pointed to the last of the students leaving the lunch room way ahead of the girls of 1-B. "You really need to let up on the teasing, Setsuna. You know Midoriya's a good enough guy."

"Yeah!" Kinoko said, giving a small smile as her personality did a complete one-eighty in the absence of so many unknown people. "It was super nice of him to come tell us about what Ms. Midnight might have us do! He really didn't have to, especially if she decides to punish him somehow."

Kodai nodded with a thumbs up.

"I mean, I guess." Setsuna said, using her feet to put her socks and shoes back on as she thought about what happened right before Kendo knocked her out. "He barely reacted when I was teasing him, so I just thought I'd up the ante a bit." Setsuna was curious about the man now, beyond what she was already that was. No guy could easily ignore what she was doing, she was certain of it. He didn't make any indication of what she was doing to him, not even as she felt him getting hard. Why?

"And your pride will be your downfall, Tokage." Ibara sniffed. "Do remember to keep yourself in check."

"Should his task bear no fruit, would it not behoove us to seek out the knowledge he has enlightened to our eyes regardless?" Reiko asked the group as she stood slowly, her arms coming to be held out at her waist and her hands hanging freely. "Pity be that his efforts are made in vain, and pity us for not taking the tools to turn woe aside in earnest."

"Yeah, you're right." Kendo nodded at the ghoul-like girl. "Even if our class doesn't take that lesson, we should ask Ms. Midnight if we can take the lessons on Seduction and Sex Appeal, if only to not be caught off guard."

"But it as I said earlier." Ibara said, standing as well and smoothing out her uniform. "While I may trust my our classmates in a fight, I can't trust them with such temptation. Nor can I so easily let any but my husband see me so freely."

"Oh, what about Midoriya?" Pony asked, bouncing to her hooves with a clack of her horseshoes on the floor. "He seems nice. And he's kinda cute too! I think we could trust him."

"P-Pony!" Kinoko stammered out, blushing. "How could you say something so easily?"

"What is the problem?" The foreign exchange student asked, tilting her head. "We do not have to undress fully, right?" She looked to Kendo, sounding a little distressed. "Did I misunderstand Midoriya earlier?"

"No, you didn't, Pony." Kendo told the girl, smiling at her. "You heard him right. The lessons only have to go to the point where we feel comfortable."

"Ah..." Kodai made a small noise to get their attention on her. She held up seven fingers, making a circling gesture around the group, before holding up one finger.

"You speak truth without words, Kodai." Reiko nodded slowly at the silent girl, easily grasping her meaning. "Companionship would fell any beast that bursts forth from his true self."

"Yeah, you're both right." Kendo nodded. "Anyway, it's just an idea for now. We can talk about it tomorrow if you want." Kendo looked at the clock. "Shoot, we really gotta go if we wanna make it to class on time! I do not want to have Mr. Snipe angry at me for missing physics class!" Itsuka said, pulling an unusually quiet Setsuna along with her.

Musei idly put her phone away as she continued cleaning up the leftovers from lunch. Nemuri and Chiyo could plan. She had left overs to deliver around the city.