Tsuyu's story

Across the hall, Tsuyu Asui lies awake in her own dorm room. Her frog-like hearing had picked up the faint sounds of movement from Izuku's room earlier, but she dismissed it as him getting a glass of water or using the bathroom. Now, however, something feels... off. She sits up in bed, her tongue coiling nervously. The air feels thicker somehow, charged with an energy she can't quite place. "Ribbit," she croaks softly to herself, pressing a finger to her chin in thought. Deciding to investigate, Tsuyu slips out of bed and pads quietly down the hall in her bare feet. She stops outside Izuku's door and listens. Silence. Too much silence. She knocks gently. "Midoriya-chan? Are you awake? Ribbit." No response. Concern prickles at the back of her neck. She tries the door handle, finding it unlocked, and pushes it open slowly. The room is dark, but her wide frog eyes adjust quickly. She sees Izuku lying in bed, his form subtly different in ways she can't immediately process. The bottle sits on his desk, still uncorked, a faint red residue around its rim. Tsuyu steps closer, her bare feet making no sound on the floor. She leans over to look at Izuku's face and freezes. His skin is pale, almost ghostly in the moonlight streaming through the window. His jaw is slightly open, revealing teeth that seem sharper than she remembers. And his ears - they're longer, tapered to delicate points. "Ribbit..." she whispers, her heart beginning to race. She doesn't wake him. Instead, she backs away slowly, her mind racing through possibilities. A quirk accident? A villain's attack? But there were no alarms, no signs of forced entry. Just a strange bottle and a changed friend. Tsuyu's hand finds the bottle on the desk. She lifts it, sniffing the opening. The metallic scent hits her nostrils, and something primal stirs in her frog instincts. Danger, they whisper. Wrong. She sets the bottle down and slips out of the room, her mind already working on a plan. She needs to tell someone - but who? Aizawa-sensei? The other members of Class 1-A? For now, she decides to watch and wait. Whatever happened to Midoriya-chan, she'll figure it out. That's what friends do, ribbit. She retreats to her own room, but sleep doesn't come easily. Her thoughts keep drifting back to the pale boy with the sharp teeth and pointed ears, and the strange bottle that appeared from nowhere.

An hour passes, maybe two. Tsuyu lies rigid in her bed, her wide eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sleep refuses to claim her. Every creak of the old dorm building makes her tense, her frog instincts on high alert. Then she hears it. A thud from down the hall. Followed by a soft, muffled moan. From Uraraka's room. Tsuyu is on her feet before she can think, her heart hammering against her ribs. She moves silently through the dark hallway, her bare feet pressing into the cold floor. The sounds are clearer now - a struggle, perhaps? Or something else entirely. She stops outside Uraraka's door. It's ajar, a sliver of faint light spilling into the corridor. Tsuyu presses her eye to the gap and sees Ochaco lying on her bed, completely still, her chest barely rising. Another figure looms over her - tall, broad-shouldered, with pale skin and pointed ears that catch the moonlight. Midoriya.

Tsuyu's breath catches in her throat. She watches, frozen, as Izuku's hands move with deliberate slowness over Ochaco's prone form. His fingers trace along her collarbone, down her arms, across her stomach. Ochaco's eyes are open but hazy, unfocused, like she's looking through him rather than at him. Izuku's movements are methodical, almost reverent. He hooks his fingers under the hem of Ochaco's pajama shirt and pulls it upward, revealing her pale stomach, her ribcage, the undersides of her breasts. Ochaco doesn't resist. She doesn't move at all except for the shallow rise and fall of her breathing. Tsuyu's hand flies to her mouth, stifling a gasp. This isn't right. This isn't Midoriya-chan. The boy she knows , the boy she loves would never - But the figure in the room continues, his hands roaming over Ochaco's exposed skin, fingers trailing down her sides to the waistband of her shorts. He tugs them down, and Ochaco's legs shift slightly, a soft, almost unconscious sound escaping her lips. Ribbit, Tsuyu thinks, her mind racing. I have to stop this. I have to - But something holds her in place. Fear? Curiosity? The primal warning that has been screaming in her frog instincts since she first saw the changed Izuku?..no, something else, arrousel. Inside the room, Izuku leans down, his lips brushing against Ochaco's ear. He whispers something Tsuyu can't hear, and Ochaco's hazy eyes flutter closed. Tsuyu makes a decision. She can't watch anymore. She can't let this continue. She pushes the door open. "Midoriya-chan," she says, her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. "Step away from her. Ribbit." Izuku's head snaps up, and his red eyes - no longer the kind green she remembers - lock onto hers. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips. "Tsuyu," he says, and his voice is deeper, smoother, with an edge that sends a shiver down her spine. "I was wondering if you'd join us...after all hyou came to my room earlier,but you didnt stay...you could of though, git on the bed with me"

Tsuyu's eyes widen, her frog instincts screaming at her to run. But her legs won't move. She's rooted to the spot, watching as Izuku turns fully to face her. His body is different - broader, more powerful, the muscles rippling under his pale skin. His shirt is gone, revealing a torso that looks carved from marble. "I don't know what you've done to yourself, Midoriya-chan," she says, her voice wavering despite her best efforts. "But this isn't you. Ribbit. You need to stop." Izuku laughs - a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through the air. "Stop? But I've only just begun, Tsuyu. I feel... amazing. Strong. Clear-headed for the first time in my life." He takes a step toward her, and she instinctively steps back. "You saw me in my room. You could have warned someone. But you didn't. You came back to check on me, didn't you..on her..after all i know your i to both me and her?" Tsuyu's throat tightens. He's right. She did come back. She couldn't stay away. "Ochaco understands," Izuku continues, gesturing to the still form on the bed. "She doesn't fight. She doesn't resist. She just... accepts. It's peaceful, isn't it? No more worrying, no more fear. Just surrender." On the bed, Ochaco stirs slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her eyes remain closed, but her body arches slightly, as if responding to some unseen touch. Tsuyu's hand trembles as she reaches for her phone in her pocket. "I'm calling Aizawa-sensei," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Midoriya-chan. Ribbit." Izuku moves. He's faster than she remembers, faster than any human should be. In a blur of motion, he's in front of her, his hand closing around her wrist with iron strength. His red eyes bore into hers, and she feels something - a wave of calm washing over her, dulling her fear, her resistance. "You don't want to do that, Tsuyu," he murmurs, his face inches from hers. His breath is warm, carrying that same metallic sweetness from the bottle. "You want to understand. You want to feel what I feel. What Ochaco soon will" Tsuyu's phone slips from her nerveless fingers, clattering to the floor. She tries to summon her Quirk, to make herself slippery, to escape - but her body won't obey. The calm spreads through her like honey, warm and thick and irresistible.