Just talking about it for now.

"So, you alright?" Ochaco asked as she and Momo sat on either side of Izuku on the bed.

"I should be asking the same of you both. I got off fairly lightly personally," Izuku said. "Other than a broken finger, no injuries. Nothing compared to what Sensei had to endure."

"Are we sure he's okay?" Ochaco asked.

"I questioned Recovery Girl. She's fairly certain that he'll ultimately recover enough to continue Hero Work, albeit with a few injuries that might hamper him a little in the long term," Izuku sighed. "I'm guessing the wish for feeling castration without anesthesia was completely ineffective against that creature they called Nomu?" he asked Momo.

"It appears so, Master... Honestly, we all handled ourselves well enough that the wish really made no difference, and it was just bad luck that the one case where it would have been handy was against a foe that wouldn't acknowledge the pain," Momo sighed. "It was a decent wish, and things worked out fairly well, but... There were a couple of better ones I could think of."

"...yeah, I came up with a few better ideas myself in hindsight," Izuku admitted, placing his hand on his forehead as Ochaco laid her head in his lap. "I don't know why I didn't think to have them just lose interest and go home to masturbate, or something, or swap their Quirks with something mildly useful for sex but harmless in combat..." He began petting Ochaco's head as she entered her Neko form, purring softly with every stroke of her ears.

"It was your first time seeing actual combat, Master. It was natural for your mind to be a little uncooperative," Momo assured him, hugging his arm to her chest, back in her dancer outfit. "And honestly? Your way did give us all a potential safety net, and a chance to see actual battle. It may be a little unsettling for everyone, but we'll all grow from the experience. It's not like you will be around to use my power for every disaster, so growing as Heroes will be more beneficial for everyone in the long term. All in all, you handled yourself well."

He nodded, slightly reassured, but as he replayed the day in his mind, some of Shigaraki's words started playing on loop in his mind. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. They were sticking with him. He was handling Momo's power well now, but would he always? With enough time, would he eventually come to the conclusion that he could do whatever he wanted? Start using people for his own selfish desires with no regard for their own wishes? Ochaco had become his willingly, but what if he ultimately wanted someone who said no? Would there ever come a time when he wouldn't take it for an answer?

"Master? You okay, Nyah?" Ochaco asked, looking up, concerned as Izuku had briefly stopped petting her.