My significant others not only approve, but actively help me improve at my job.

Maybe Izuku should have put down the pencil and gone to bed, if only to finish in the morning when he was more awake. Maybe he should have taken his Idol's instructions with less gusto. Maybe he should have not have taken up All Might up on his offer for training in the first place...

But Izuku Midoriya was no quitter, come rain or sleet or broken bones, hell or High Water or the rage of the gods!

But as he put pencil to paper yet again, Izuku once more changed the world in ways that most men could only begin to dream up.

XXX

"That boy, I swear he's too humble for his own good." All Might, less known as Yagi Toshinori, grumbled to himself in good humor as he lounged in his modest home's living room, idly flicking through the television. "Seriously, I've had lots of one night stands over the years, but not even I had women fawning over me like he does. If the boy hadn't shown me the proof of his quirklessness before I gave him One for All, I'd say he had some kind of hentai quirk!" Yagi coughed a bit, feeling his debilitating wound ache once more. "If I didn't believe in him and his potential nor that of his... lovers, I'd fear for his life once word gets out about him and his heroine harem! Not to mention the blow to everyone's public images, should it become known that all those heroines are sharing a first year university student, regardless of if he's a hero student. Though... would that outcome be more or less disastrous than if he was merely the heroine's glorified boytoy?" <br></br><br></br>Finding nothing worth ruining his eyes over that night, Yagi turned off the TV and made his way to his bedroom. "At the rate this keeps going, Young Midoriya might find himself holding a monopoly over the Feminine half of the Hero world... and a good portion of the future of heroics, and consequentially the world." Yagi paused as he sat down on his bed, numerous thoughts running through his head rapidly when he finally realized how possible that really was. "Well, I suppose that's one way to become the next Symbol of Peace. A bit unorthodox, but valid. Ha!" The Symbol of peace felt himself smile wider than he ever had before. "The future is bright! And apparently Green haired or eyed!"<br></br><br></br>XXX<br></br>

Without knowing what he had wrought, Izuku once more pulled the pencil from the unassuming peace of paper with more power than all the quarks and quirks in the universe combined into pure energy.

Izuku smiled gently as his phone began to vibrate again and again and again, the cascade of "Good Night," "love you," and more that he'd become accustomed to over the last ten months rolled in. Izuku began his nightly ritual of replying to each of them, some of them in groups if they worked at the same agency around the same times admittedly, like Ryuko, Shino and Tamaki, the three female members of the Wild Wild Pussycats, but with at least some words to each individual girl.

Izuku himself was still in the dark just how it came about, but during the course of his job, each of what was just a booty call for heroines to get rid of pent up sexual urges in a discreet manner grew into being the most demanded hook up for the most amazing women in the world, further blossoming into... whatever this situation could be considered.

"I still don't get it." Izuku said to himself, sending off the last text, but certainly not the least. It was a heroine from Argentina, Envoltorio de Niebla (Mist Wrapper), Civilian name Bernette Morales, who could harden mist into a physical ****. "I still don't get how so many amazing women decided that I was a good enough catch that they not only should share, but essentially leave an open invitation for more!"

It was an honest to goodness mental stumbling block for him. His mother had been no help in figuring out the mystery in the slightest, as it seemed to shock her as well. She hadn't said much on the matter since she'd learned of Izuku's job, that is being the Stud for the Heroines of the world. When she learned that it ended up going much further beyond (Plus ultra, if you will!) that, Inko Midoriya had seemed even more confused than he was.

Izuku just wished that he was able to do more for all of them, really. For some reason they had all decided that he, as a high school student, was the perfect candidate for romantic material. While he was flattered, and honestly how could anyone not be flattered, he just still wasn't sure HOW to show his appreciation beyond what he already did. They couldn't really go out in public, any of them, due to the high risk of recognition and certain scandals. So, he did what he could to make it up to them. He'd also ran himself ragged learning skills that, while not beneficial to hero work, were certainly adored by his numerous significant others such as massages, cooking, oh so much listening to them de-stress about their work and more.

But at least he wasn't alone in his endeavors to be a good boyfriend to the Heroines of the world. No, he had help from the most unlikely place; The Heroines themselves! He had not expected them to band together in such a way to bolster his efforts with what should have been their rivals in love. They had a network among themselves that always seemed to bring issues in this weird One man, One Hundred Plus women relationship to him no matter what it could have been. If someone was having a bad day, or if there was any strain or strife between women (Or heaven forbid, factions of women!), or if someone needed a little extra attention or anything else of the sort, it found its way to his notice in short order. Then there was helping each other keep track of dates, keeping everyone in the loop of events, welcoming new women into the relationship as they joined and so on and so forth.

Honestly, the women might have been putting more effort into the relationship than he was, though not for lack of want on his part. Something that everyone was well aware of. And, for some reason, didn't begrudge him for it.

Izuku rubbed his hands down his face, even as he continued to smile tiredly. He had so many notebooks on the personal details of the women in his life, the things they divulged to him, every secret, every dream, every like and dislike, birthdays, favorite dishes, preferred locales, everything he could think of including ways to improve their fighting styles or make better use of their quirks! Difficult, nearly impossible work alone, beyond what he already did for course work, but he did it. The notebooks themselves took up shelf after shelf on his bookcase, each one dedicated to a Heroine alone, unable to be hidden.

"After all, a Hero doesn't stop when the going gets tough." He repeated to himself as he picked up his pencil once again. There were more questions to answer, after all.