Kaoruko Awata, also known as Bubble Girl

You'd always admired heroes, but their world and yours were two separate places. Those born without quirks had a hard time fitting into society, but other oddball quirks with only niche uses weren't much better. Your ability to produce weird purple juice that makes you taller or makes your dick a bit bigger was a fun party trick, but not the kind of thing that can get you a job as a professional hero. You'd always figured it was your destiny to be on the sidelines of the hero business-- and as such, you ended up in R&D instead.

Not the fancy kind of R&D they do at UA, either! For you, it was a small business with one of your buddies from univesity. As times began to get more and more turbulent, there was a high demand for civilians in the sector too. Your quirk had never been too much help in this field either, but you had a reasonable level of business skill that, along with your friend's skill as an inventor, was good enough to keep your workshop in operation.

Networking for business opportunities had given you an opportunity worth mentioning as well. While UA heroes weren't likely to come calling, private hero agencies were. You found yourself set up for a meeting with a certain office, now under the operation of a hero named Centipeder. This was, without a doubt, the biggest fish you'd managed to land so far-- the chance of a lifetime to pitch your products to someone who might have the means and resources to make use of them! Ordinarily, you might not want to meet a guy with a giant centipede for a head, but you'd make an exception this time for sure.

As it turned out, you didn't need to brace yourself for that-- Centipeder himself wasn't coming. You slumped down at your writing desk and waited for your appointment to arrive. It sounded like he had sent one of his underlings, which didn't seem like a good sign for how seriously he was taking the meeting.

"Is this Yamada and Kojiro? I didn't see a sign out front, but it looks like this is the right address. Oh, and it looks like a workshop in here too. I'm just going to slide on in! Excuse me?"

"In here," you shouted out to her, raising one hand so she's see you sitting among all the clutter. In hindsight, you could hardly blame their agency for not sending the top dog when you weren't even willing to clean up the shop properly for the meeting. Hastily, you cleared a spot for the visitor to sit down. It sounded like they were a woman, maybe in their early twenties. You didn't get to meet a lot of those in your line of business! The few reliable clients you had so far were ordinarily older folks worrying about home security.

When she entered, you were reminded once again of how profound the influence of quirks can be on some in the hero business. Her boss might have a centipede head, but her own mutation was plenty noteworthy as well. From hair to toes, her skin was bright blue. What sort of quirk would go along with that kind of coloration, you wondered? Whatever the case, she looked vibrant, healthy, and frankly, surprisingly eye-catching.

Like some other heroes, her outfit was designed to make her marketable, which in her case meant it was a little revealing. It consisted of a zip up white jacket over a navy blue, close-fitting crop-top with short sleeves. Neither garment on the top amounted to fully covering her breasts, and the underside of them showed just a bit underneath the hem. Her flat belly and the lines of her hips were on display, ending in a set of skintight leggings with white shorts over them. Blue gloves, white boots, and some sort of transparent safety mask, like a diver's, completed the rest of her ensemble. Her hair was short and cut into a choppy bob that, along with her fit, lightly toned body, made her look a bit tomboyish.

You must have checked her out just a little too thoroughly, because when your eyes made it back up to her face, she was raising an eyebrow. When she saw you suddenly looking caught in the act, she smiled sympathetically. "Don't get a lot of heroes in here? Or is it the skin? You're looking at me like I'm an alien," she laughed, sounding a little awkward.

"Ha ha... No, sorry. I guess I was still expecting to see a centipede," you lied, brushing off your momentary stupefaction at the sight of a pretty girl as best as you could manage.

"Heh, not everybody that works there has one-hundred legs! Just a few of them. Hiring bias, maybe," she joked, taking her seat across from you and crossing her legs. "I'm Bubble Girl, one of Centipeder's employees. Which are you, by the way? Yamada or Kojiro?"

"Ren Yamada," you informed her. "Let me give you the grand tour."

Finding out that Bubble Girl was so personable had been a big boon for you and made you confident, as you began showing off all of your friend's latest and greatest inventions. A few of your things were thrown in there too, but he was really the brain behind the operation. Unfortunately, you began to sense from her questions-- or lack thereof-- that she hadn't found what she was looking for. In fact, it almost seemed like her mind was somewhere else.

"What do you think? Anything speaking to you?" you asked her, trying to draw something out of her.

Instead of answering that question, she returned one of her own, crossing her hands behind herself as she walked in front of you. "Hey, do you have a quirk, Yamada?"

"A quirk? Yeah, but it's not anything to write home about. These days, I mostly ignore it," you responded with a sigh.

Something about the answer caused her to stop, turn, and give a wry smile. She placed both hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Do you know what my quirk is?" When you shook your head dumbly, she continued. "I make bubbles that smell like anything I've smelled before." She paused a moment to watch your reaction, then crossed her arms knowingly. "You wouldn't be the first to think that kind of ability doesn't match up to a hero very well, but I find uses for it every day. If you feel like you're stuck in a rut, maybe it'd help to think about how you can use your quirk?"

She was a little preachy, but you thought her heart was in the right place. Still, you weren't entirely convinced. "It's called 'Grow Potion.' It allows me to produce a potion that uh... makes people grow," you answered with a deep sigh.

"Oh yeah? Could you make someone turn huge, like Mount Lady?" she asked, seeming excited. "That'd be amazing! Imagine if we had a second Mount Lady to fight villains--"

"No, nothing so great," you stopped her. "It's not as effective as all that, even if you drink as much as I can make."

"Hm. So you can't make that much?"

"Not really," you answered, taking a seat back at the workbench. You felt like her exploration of this topic was a dead end.

"So it's not something you use in your R&D, then?"

"Are you thinking that increasing the size of my brain will make me smarter?" you joked, now giving a sarcastic smile of your own.

Bubble Girl took a seat across from you and crossed her hands. Her smile didn't look joking at all-- it looked genuine. "I have an idea, Yamada. We can use each other."

Now that you looked closer, she had a sort of sneaky look in her eye, almost greedy. What was she scheming?

"I've actually got a promotion coming up, but in order to get to the next level, we're supposed to take on a work project for the betterment of the public. That's not the sort of thing where you take down criminals, it's more something like this: we have to discover something, like you do here in your shop! And I think I've just discovered something!"

"One of Kojiro's inventions?" you asked, confused.

"No, you! Here's what I'm thinking..." she continued, edging a little closer. "My quirk makes bubbles, right? I can make bubbles filled with smells, right? I've always theorized it has to do with producing trace amounts of the original liquid. Do you see where I'm going with this? I may be able to drastically increase the amount of that goo you can make! With your quirk and mine combined, we could actually make more of it! Think of all of the applications for crime-fighting heroes!"

"You think something like that would really work?" you asked, dubious.

"It might! We don't know until we try, anyway!" she encouraged you, grabbing your hands. "How does it work? Is it by touch? We just touch and then...?"

You shook your head, but let her hold your hands a little while longer anyway. The idea sounded goofy, but it sounded like it was either entertain her curiosity or let her leave empty-handed, which would be fruitless for both of you. Besides... having her around the workshop could be pretty fun.

"So... if it isn't by touch, then how do we do it?"

You demonstrated by grabbing a tumbler and flicking your thumb back at an odd angle, like you'd broken it.

She gasped for just a moment, before noticing the liquid running from your palm. "That's it, right! The Grow Potion!" she exclaimed. "It looks... kind of..."

With its bright purple coloring and its decidedly not-grape smell, you couldn't blame her for losing her composure somewhat. Once you'd gotten a decent gulp's worth into the tumbler, you passed it to her. "Bottoms up," you toasted her.

She looked at the concoction cross-eyed for just a moment, then sniffed it. Once she decided it wasn't the worst-smelling thing she'd ever smelled for the sake of making bubbles out of, she squeezed her eyes shut and downed the whole tumbler. When she finished, she brought one glove up to her lips to wipe away any remnants. "Huh. Not too bad, actually." She raised her hands again to check for any signs of growth. There weren't any yet. "Hmmm... When's it start?"

You told her that it would take just a few minutes.

She kicked her feet idly for a moment, before standing up and going to browse the rest of the workshop's inventory to pass the time. You watched her, curiously. You'd never actually studied in depth what happens when someone drank this amount of it before, other than yourself. In your case, it usually made your dick get larger, although you certainly hoped you never had the need to tell her that. What would it do to her...?