Modern Art with Nemuri Kayama

The bruised young man came out of Recovery Girl's office feeling rather bummed. Nevermind his encounter with Mirko and how a teacher hates his guts now, he couldn't even be healed fully because of his exhaustion, and got berated by the worried nurse for it. By the time he was out of that room, PE was already over, and everyone was going out for lunch.

"Oi, Midoriya." He heard as he approached his usual table, turning around towards the source of the voice - it was Kyoka Jiro, one of the girls in his class. He hadn't talked to her at all, even though her choice of attire had made him pitch a tent more than once already, much like the other girls sitting at her table, Yaoyorozu and Mina.

"Sorry to bother you, but could you sit with us today? I've seen you taking notes for class and it's goddamn amazing how easy yours are to understand, and me and Mina are kinda falling behind already... We could really use some tips on how to organize our thoughts and put them on paper? I'll make it up to you, promise!"

Mina, on her side of the table, cackled mischievously. "Jiro-chan's got a little crush~" "Shut it, matchmaker demon! Don't listen to her, she literally latches onto every sign to ship people. Doesn't shut up about you and Uraraka, for one. So annoying..."

Well, he had no real reason to refuse, embarrassment about Mina's matchmaking efforts aside. They asked really nicely, complimented him (which had his heart beating weird all of a sudden), and he didn't really have anything to talk about with Uraraka and Iida right now, besides that last fight that he didn't feel like thinking about. So, he made his way to grab his plate, returned to their table, and sat down next to Jiro, in front of Yaoyorozu, who was next to Mina herself.

Minutes passed between eating and teaching, showing them his thought process for taking notes in a way that he would clearly understand in the future. Mina's neck was crooked from trying to read what he wrote while he explained from the other side of the table, while Momo ate in peace without really watching him - she probably had her own way of taking notes and was just enjoying eating with her friends.

"...so if that happens, I just make a little table and divide it in the categories I feel separate them best, then fill it up with the info." His hand went to grab his drink while his eyes were busy with his notes, causing it to pass his own drink by, and instead land on Jiro's when her own hand was already on it. The resulting second-long handholding made the two of them spit-take as they took their hands away, but there was no time for an apology.

After all, time was crawling down again.

Oh no. Am I attracted to her, too? Will I be completely unable to even graze a woman if she's even remotely attractive? Were the first thoughts of his, after so many times committing the same accidental mistake. Yet, he couldn't really blame his Quirk - the way she was so dumbfounded, with her lower lip slightly trembling as she stared into his green eyes, her pupils enlargening like a kitty staring at a delicious meal... she was incredibly adorable in her own way, and he had only just realized this.

"Heeey, lovebirds, lunch's gonna end soon! I still don't get it!" Mina's voice made them snap out of it, but surprisingly, the usually collected and punkish Jiro blushed to hell and back while looking ahead of her, avoiding his gaze with her whole body. Her hands had gone to her earlobe jacks, clicking them together as if she was a shy highschooler doing the same thing with her fingers.

"S-s-s-sorry, Midor- Midoriya, I k-kinda spaced out there..." It looked like a bit of her confidence came back after apologizing, if only because she quickly turned around to look him in the eye and appeared serious and genuine, though still blushing wildly. "B-But that's not your fault, okay? Y-you just grazed me, it's a-all good...! Gosh I'm being a weirdo for n-no reason..." Mina simply stared at her with the smuggest expression in the world, as if teasing her over her sudden crush moment.

"No... I should be the one to apologize. I'm sorry for startling you, J-Jiro-san. It looks like the bell's about to ring, so... let's finish up eating and I'll tutor you girls when we're back in the dorms, alright?" It still stung. Knowing he was sort of forcing a crush into these girls against his or their wills, permanently, just over silly accidents like these. Even if he knew his eventual goal was a harem of united, more powerful heroines. there was still a bitter aftertaste left deep inside of him.

Fall in love over and over.

Those words kept him going, far more than his own self-deprecating thoughts would. I'll make all of them feel loved. It's just not time yet. Patience, Izuku, you're no better than a villain if you use your Quirk to make them love you.

It was one thing to see Midnight's Birthday Suit costume in a commercial or interview, but now that Izuku was a couple of feet away from her as she entered the classroom, he understood just how different it felt. She emanated sexuality just by being herself, and that outfit was doing his pent-up cock no favors. He could only wonder if her Quirk actually made her natural pheromones stronger somehow.

"Alright, class, today we'll be doing something special to start us off for the rest of the semester! Everyone, stand up, I wanna see those cute outfits and strong muscles!"

Of course, the last one to stand up was Midoriya, trying to keep his gaze away from Midnight or the massive bulge going down his pants, strained as it was. The teacher swaggered her way through the lines of students, examining their bodies with quick looks or sneaky touches. She eventually stopped by Jiro's seat, much to her embarrassment and surprise.

"Ohh, I see you made the adjustments I asked for? Bared midriff..." Her palm landed on her belly button, rubbing the little pocket right under it a couple of times before moving her hand to her short top. "...looser top..." Her hand snuck inside the top, clearly feeling one of her perky, small breasts while Jiro breathed warmly, her whole face nearly on fire. "...no bra, cute little piercings..."

Jiro quickly glanced at Izuku, whose eyes were burning holes into her in his excitement and arousal, giving him an apologetic face before turning it back to Midnight, whose hand was now reaching under her leather microskirt, feeling that special spot between her legs as casually as she'd take a breath. "...nothing down here either. That's a good girl~ You'll be getting plenty of good grades in my class if you can keep up the dress code. That goes for everyone else! Take her example and make good use of the new law I fought so hard for, and I'll be real considerate when grading~! Especially if you go the extra mile and add some flair of your own..."

Eventually, Midnight ended up standing next to Izuku, examining his body with quick once-overs. "Alright, it's decided. Everyone, let's move to the painting room! We'll be learning about nude modeling and painting. I'll be teaching you everything about anatomy, sketching for criminal prosecution purposes, and you'll also learn to loosen up when in the presence of nudity. Your professional world's about to get quite a lot lewder soon, after all~! We can't have you being distracted by the first superhero cock that flops next to you!" She definitely landed that word hard on purpose. Izuku felt a trail of precum already making its way down his leg, little by little. Being next to this woman was ****.

Maybe it was the universe's way of a cruel prank, then, when she turned to him and put her palm to his chest, instantly triggering his Quirk as she gazed lustfully into his eyes.

"I had planned on doing the nude modelling myself, but... You and Jiro are probably the shyest students in the classroom, and as a teacher, I must focus on your growth and get you two out of that shell. Maybe even some of the other shy girls like Kagami, in our next classes. So... what if you two do the nude modeling in my stead, Midoriya-kun~?"