School Dorms! Sweet Dreams!

Once class was over, their homeroom teacher Aizawa guided them to the college dorms, created a long time ago when the threat of villains attacking the hero students' families was too high to allow. Despite their age, much like the UA buildings themselves, they were in pristine condition; Cementoss' work was clearly irreplaceable here. The inside was just as lovely, as they'd soon see for themselves.

"Your things are already packed in your rooms, all you need to do is unpack as you see fit. Each room is double, with two beds, effectively the same as most hotel rooms aside from not having bathrooms. The one bathroom and onsen in the building is for everyone, so do take turns or check before you go in. You'll be drawing lots to determine your roommate, so when you're ready, come here and draw yours." He patted a box full of lots to his side, sitting on the living room table.

"Senseeeeei~" A teasing voice could be heard from the back - that of one of Izuku's classmates, Manabi Sakuya. "But what if we want to go inside while other people are around~"

"You all are adults and can deal with that if you willingly go in. If any of you is unwilling to have someone else walk in while you're inside, just lock the door after you go in. If there's any worse cases than that happening, each of you has an encrypted line to my office where you can inform me of what's happening or petition for protection. I don't suspect this class will ever need it, but it's there for a reason regardless." His response was entirely professional and unphased despite the teasing tone - something that seemed to disappoint Manabi as she lowered her hand.

Iida instantly walked up to the lots, insisting that students formed a line based on the alphabetical order of their surname. It didn't take long for Izuku to get his lot - He would be sharing his dorm with Sherry Kodama, the four-foot-tall yet amazingly endowed half-Japanese blonde girl he'd only heard the name of during class.

She approached him after he raised his hand to her calling for her roommate, a hand cupping her chin mischievously while she looked up into his eyes. He had to consciously avoid looking down to the massive rack almost pressing against his crotch at her tiny height.

"Sooooo... you're my roomie, huh? You look a little out of it. Help a girl unpack, will ya?" She turned around to head to their room, leaving the green-haired boy - who could finally breathe now that those jugs weren't a centimeter from touching his cock through his shorts - to follow behind her.

True to what Aizawa had said, the room was comparable to what you'd see in an undecorated hotel room with two single beds and no bathroom. It didn't take him too long to unpack, as most of his stuff were All Might memorabilia and a bunch of notebooks and writing tools, as well as his laptop.

"Damn, you really like All Might, eh Midoriya?"

"A-Ah, well, um, yeah, I've always been a huge fan of him, and our Quirks are kinda similar, so I really respect him and hope I can be that strong one day..." His Mutter of Doom continued on and on and on, for a while, before Sherry shrugged and spoke over it.

"I'm more of an Endeavor fan myself! Guess we're gonna be rivals now! Nyeheheh!" She giggled a little as she unpacked a shirtless Endeavor figurine, placing it on her own half of the large desk. "Mmf, daddy-" At Izuku's spit take, she stopped herself and laughed even harder, nearly having to lean on the desk to not double over.

"Pfft... hahahah! Your face! Oh man! I thought you looked a little dull, but maybe you'll make a fun roomie after all! Nyeheheheh!" Once she could finally stand up straight on her own, she moved to her bed and dropped herself face down, her breasts spilling out of her frame in a sight that made poor Midoriya have to wipe drool off his mouth. "I'm dead~ Be an even better roomie and help me out with the tall bits, yeah? I'm way too short for those and I'm dying to go to sleep."

Izuku ended up doing most of her unpacking for her, barely able to muster a word to say. One quick shower later, he was sleeping soundly.

His dreams were different that night. He wasn't Kacchan beating up villains, or All Might saving 300 people in ten minutes. Just good ol' Izuku, standing in the middle of a place most unknown. He stood in the middle of a large, unfinished room, with nine empty thrones in the middle; the missing walls and ceiling only showed an endless void outside the room.

Still, the most offputting part about this dream? It was just how much control he had over his body. Nothing seemed too dream-logic-y besides his location, and being there felt almost the same as being awake.

As he looked at his hands and tried to touch the thrones in his exploration of the strange wakefulness overtaking him, he felt... a heartbeat.

A strong heartbeat.

Coming from the bunker-like door in the only wall present within the room.

Cautiously, he approached the door, staring at the complex-looking lock on it. "Hm... should I open this door? But how? I don't really have a key on me... do I?" Trying to search his pockets, he heard a distinct sound somewhere, that of a key ringing against some echo of sorts. Yet, neither of his pockets had anything, and as he came to realize soon enough, his entire upper body was missing, replaced by a dark mist, so it couldn't be there either.

Sighing in defeat, he pressed his ear against the door.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

This was frustrating. Such a cool mystery in his dreams, and it would soon end without anything to show for it.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

It was kind of weird, though. When he listened in, the sound of the heartbeat behind the door sounded a lot like...

Thumpthump.

Thumpthump.

...his own heart when he pressed his hand against his chest. Maybe, just maybe, if he reached inside his missing chest...

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump-

What he pulled out wasn't a key. It was a heart on fire, beating at full speed.

He blinked.

The heart on his hand was gone, replaced by a soft, large, fleshy mound of some sort, connected to something behind it. He didn't feel like he was standing anymore, instead laying on his side. His eyes moved up to meet whatever connected to the mound to make any sense of it, and...

Up there, with her eyes closed and a little drool coming out of her mouth, Sherry slept peacefully, entirely oblivious to both her somehow climbing onto Izuku's bed, and to his hand groping one of her breasts.

A splitting headache took him right out of his embarrassment, reminiscent of the one he felt at lunch the day before. His door burst open at that moment, the voluptuous Sakuya coming through. "Yo Sherry, wake up gurrrl, let's have breakfast-"

Sherry trembled a little before opening her eyes. Sakuya stopped dead on her tracks.

Izuku's heart might as well have followed suit.