With Some Experimental Help

The easiest way to find your way to the dorms would doubtless be to read the mind of someone who knew how to get there. Or even lower yourself to everyone else’s level and actually ask for directions. Trouble being, there was no one around to mind-fuck. You started to expand Search to find the closest person, but was cut short by the sound of a fairly close explosion.

It would probably be easier, and far more interesting, to check that out. It was either somebody fun, or a villain who dared to interrupt your darling Izuku’s training, who needed to be swiftly and violently dealt with. You hurried towards the sound, soon coming across a billowing cloud of dust and smoke, as well as the cackling woman lying within it.

Her pink, tubular hair shook as she laughed, as did her large, tank top clad breasts. Steampunk goggles held her fringe back, sitting above her golden, cross-hair engraved eyes. A cursory glance at her mind told you three very important things.

First: Her identity. Mei Hatsume, resident genius of the support course.

Second: The location of the dorms. They were cleverly hidden, at the end of a series of signs with arrows pointing the way. Each with the word “dormitories” on it. Okay, in your defense, you hadn’t actually started looking when you gave up on finding them without help.

Finally: She liked Izuku. Well, to an extent. Whereas other minds liked your darling, but had some amount of jealousy or other negativity undercutting it, Mei’s affection for Izuku was pure. He was the only one who could match her mutterings and musings.

And she would be imperative to ensuring your darling’s safety. If her dedication were levied at him, and any harem members who may be able to use her support items, then with a little time and funding, they’d be…

Unstoppable.

You drew closer to the still giggling woman. She had pulled out a pad of paper to start scribbling notes on “baby 187”, which as far as you could tell was a glove that exploded every time you punched something. Why detonating a bomb arm’s length away was a good idea utterly evaded you, but far be it from you to dispute the mind of a genius.

Your business was changing it.

“Hello, Mei.” You said, charging your voice with mind-altering power. “How do you feel about Izuku?”

Her far-seeing eyes went dim. “He’s nice. It’s fun to talk to someone who cares about something as much as I care about my babies.”

“Your feelings go a little deeper than that, though, don’t they?” Best to apply pressure gently. The mind is a delicate thing, and you didn’t want to fry any of those intelligent little pathways.

“Do they?”

“Yes. Yes they do. He’s the only one that really appreciates your babies.”

“He does. He’s very fun to work with.” A maniacal grin was spreading across her face.

“You want to make more things for him. In fact, you want everything you make to help him, either directly or indirectly.”

She frowned. “But how will I become the best support engineer in the world if I’m only making things for one person?”

“Because you want to help Izuku become the world’s greatest hero. You want to make support items for his hero agency, once he starts it.”

“That makes sense.”

“You want to help him in more ways than that. Anything he wants, you will do your best to create.”

Mei nodded furiously. “Of course. He deserves it.”

“You also find him attractive.” While the other suggestions had been met with at least a little resistance, this one felt like it didn’t make any change to Mei’s psyche at all.

“He’s got quite the body on him.” She grinned.

“You love him.”

“Absolutely.”

“You want to be with him, and you want him to be with as many people as he wants to.”

“He’s going to be so happy.” Mei said, a faint smile on her face.

Satisfied, you stood, letting the mind control slip away from you. Mei blinked a couple of times, eyes coming back into focus. When she saw you, she jumped to her feet, grabbing your hands and staring excitedly into your eyes.

“You’re new, aren’t you? You were with Izuku earlier. What’s your quirk? What support items do you want? Would you like to try my gloves on? They’re almost safe. Actually, on second thought, best not. Unless you have a healing quirk. Do you have a healing quirk? Or at least some sort of resistance to explosions?” Her words came quickly, bubbling up as fast as she thought them.

“I’m Ren Yamada.” You said, choosing to ignore most of her questions. “Izuku’s girlfriend.”

Mei gasped. “Oh! You definitely shouldn’t try the gloves on then. They still like to take people’s hands off. Are you two interested in a third?” It was refreshing to talk to someone who couldn’t be bothered to hide their intentions.

A sly smile slid onto your face. “More than just a third. My darling deserves the world. And everyone in it.”

Mei clapped happily. “I couldn’t agree more. Shall we go rock his adorable little world?”

“I like the way you think. I get his virginity though.”

Your new pink-haired partner in crime pouted, but followed without complaint.