Q: They say a man has not lived honestly with himself unless he's made a few enemies. Do you have enemies, and what type of people are they? Do you think it's possible for them to be redeemed or brought to your way of thinking? If so, how?

Izuku paused to give himself time to think over this strangely philosophical question. "I know that all villains are my enemies by default, but that doesn't make them all bad people. Some of them were ****, or at least felt ****, into a life of crime. It's a statistic certainty that there are a lot of people like that. Even so, some of them probably can't be redeemed or anything, they're so deep into it. But the ones who could be redeemed, or at least kept from going past the point of no return. And then there's the insane people, who don't know what it is they're doing. They need help just as much as their victims, if in different ways."

A memory came to his mind, of several of the girls talking in bawdy language during a group chat about him one time.

"Greenbean's something special alright!" Miruko had replied to some comment or another. "If I didn't know any better I'd say he had a perpetual motion quirk. He's still learning, but he can easily keep up with this rabbit's speed and ****, and that ain't something most can say even among the veteran heroes!"

"Is that because of the sparring, or the sex? :p" Sirius had asked, more than likely getting a few laughs on the other side of the monitors or phones.

"Yes." Was the rabbit heroine's near instant reply. "I mean seriously, where is he learning how to do this kinda thing?"

"From us, you jumped up energizer bunny." Mount Lady replied. "Something you should well know, or has he dicked the brain out of you finally?"

"Thanks, Yuu, I have a reason to drop kick your ass next time we see each other now." It was definitely a promise, but one with no heat. "Though I seriously wouldn't doubt if he could. I don't get how a kid who was a virgin not even seven months ago is so damn good. He could probably cockslap a villainess and she'd not only thank him, but give up a life of crime!"

"For sure, no doubt here." Enigma, one of Ingenium's many sidekicks interjected. "When I'm with that guy, everything just seems to click right in with the world, I'll tell you. My brain goes blank until way later, and in the afterglow I can think so clearly."

"Hey, hey!" Mrs. Joke this time started in. "Here's a thought. Maybe Izuku's quirk could actually be used for heroics beyond that energy he gets when he satisfies us? Everyone knows heroics and villainy are super stressful, and when combined with his nigh-holy skill in rocking the boat..."

"The only way that'd ever come to pass is if the villainess wanted it, you know?" Sirius chimed back in. "Unless you're saying Izuku'd sexually **** someone?"

"That's funny, except not." Ms. Joke replied. The lack of mirth in her reply was physically felt by those in the group. "But I honestly think female villains would more or less end up in the same situation as us. He's just got that **** of personality, despite being naturally timid until he needs to step up. And because they're his opponents, they'd be exposed to that **** of his more."

"Certainly would be easier for us if they quit being evil to hop on his dick, it would." Enigma threw her two cents in. "Make the world a better place, too."

"As long as I can still fight strong people, I guess it's fine if Greenbean can cockslap villainesses into not being evil bitches." Miruko replied. "Besides, that just gives him more girls to hone his skills on. And get more power from. Have any of you been jackhammered by our man with that power of his? I thought I was going to have to take a fucking vacation in the morning!"

Little did they know they were in the main group chat instead of their own private chat, but it was a good laugh for everyone. "Yeah, I suppose I can just have sex with the villainesses until they turn good, apparently that's a possible thing." Izuku laughed, once more writing down his thoughts without knowing. "But it's not only villains that I'd have to watch out for. The government is always doing shady things, too. I have no doubt that with being so known to them as I am with both my job and as a hero student, there's someone who has it out for me for some reason or another..."

...

Sei-o Yamakaji was not a happy woman. She hadn't been for almost a year now, not since she'd been assigned to keep an eye on the newest heroine boytoy. While she was technically his boss, or maybe it was better to say his Handler, she was strictly hands off on the whole thing. She didn't know who the hell she'd pissed off to be assigned to this position, but it grated on her everyday to know what she had to allow.

Her parents had both been heroes, before they ended up dying from a collapsing building. She knew how stressful the life of heroics could be. She may not have ever been a hero, but she knew enough of them from her lifetime of being around heroes to know that they needed stress relief of various types in their personal lives. Some turned to drink, others gambled, some threw themselves further into their work and so many more ways of dealing with the constant hammering of adrenaline, the worry about the civilians under your protection, keeping up a public image that was as spotless as an Arctic snowfield in a blizzard and the omnipresent eye of the world upon them.

But making a boy just out of high school and into a prestigious university be the glorified dildo of the Heroine world? The fuck was wrong with people?

She didn't understand it. She didn't want to understand it! she didn't think she could even begin to understand it if she wanted to!

The boy still had all his life ahead of him, even if he was going into the same line of work as the women who would see him as a personal stress relief doll!

She saw the paperwork! Until after this whole sordid affair started, everyone thought the boy was quirkless! Just another tally in the reasons why it was disgusting, taking advantage of a poor boy with a genetic handicap, using his love of all things heroic to pimp him out to keep the women of heroics happy.

Except, he wasn't quirkless. Apparently the boy had a strange mutation of a quirk, that he would never have known about before becoming the gigolo of heroine-dom. One that apparently made him perfect for making all the stress in the life of those he was having relations with vanish, and powered him up to boot! She'd read that he was, after almost a full year of being used as a toy, as strong as All Might! And apparently he was so damn good of a call boy that it wasn't just Japan's female heroes who wanted a night with him, but ones from all around the world. It was apparently such an indisputable fact, that they actually put "World's greatest Stud" in his file for crying out loud!

So she'd spent countless hours pouring over every case, every time a heroine used his 'service,' hoping to find an out to protect that young man. It just wasn't right, and her sense of justice would not let this go!

But alas, not one incident had come up that would allow termination of the Stud contract. Both sides always left happy, and there had been nothing, absolutely nothing that connected anyone to any illicit activities even outside the Stud Contract that could have caused a chain reaction that let her, in the place of the government oversight in this department, do what she felt she must.

And that's why she was sitting in a quiet and empty bar, drinking away another week of moral fury...

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"And the Media as well. They work hand in hand a lot of the time, though they almost always deny having done so."

...

Waiting for her contact.

She was late, for some reason. Hopefully she'd found something this time, but Sei-o wasn't holding her breath.

And of course, like the Devil she was, her contact came strolling up to her.

"Hey, boss lady! How've you been doing?" The woman asked with a cheeky smile.

"We're in a bar, I'm on my third drink of the night and I've only been off the clock for an hour." Sei-o groused, glaring at the woman. "Come on, the usual table's waiting." She stood, motioning for the bob-cut brunette to follow her to a table way in the back. Shuffling into a seat, she barely allowed time for the free-lance reporter to sit before she had leaned on the table. "Alright, what do you have for me this week, Ohya?"

"What, no hello? I'd be disappointed, if I didn't know any better." Ohya put her chin in her hands, smiling a doll-like smile at the woman who hired her. "And, just like every other week, I couldn't find anything that would make for a big hitting scandal that we both want." She pouted, bringing up her purse and pulling out a bunch of pictures. "Seriously, you'd think that a quirk like mine would allow me to find the most amazing scoop, especially with something this volatile. But there's nothing. The kid's doing well in school, he's not lecherous, he's not even so much as accidentally walked into the wrong changing room. No **** or ****, he never goes to parties, and beyond what he does for a job there's been no sex with anyone despite how obvious it is some girls from his school want to jump his bones!" The woman threw her hands up in the air, growling. "It's too clean, too innocent and perfect! There has has HAS to be something going on! Barkeep!" She leaned out of her booth, waving at the world weary man who ran the bar. "My usual, please, but make it a double this time!" She leaned back in, her smile fading as her forehead met the table. "Seriously, after how many months of following this kid and I can't find anything. Not even after spying on him in the middle of his job with I don't know how many heroines can I find anything that is massively objectionable to use as my crowning jewel!"

"But that just means that when it finally does show itself, it'll be all the juicier for the wait. We can both come out and prove that we knew that something was wrong. Be it from his side, or from the side of the so-called heroines, but they will eventually screw up, they have to. And as long as we're watching, we can pounce on this story and break it to the world." Sei-o said without smiling. Justice was no laughing matter. "So you told me about Izuku, but what about the rest of them? Anything untoward on their end?"

"You're kidding right?" Ohya snorted, tapping her fingers on the table as she waited for her drink. "I may be good, but I know for certain that if there's anything going on beyond their involvement with the Midoriya kid, I wouldn't be telling you. I've been so damned focused on trying to find the chink in his perfect persona that can be used to wrench the lid off this whole thing that I haven't had time to be jumping all over Japan to be yet another hero stalker."

Sei-o glowered at the woman, but sighed. "Fine, I can accept that. For now. But if you even get a whiff of scandal, I want you after it like Hound Dog, got it?"

"What do you take me for, a cat that waits for a mouse to jump into its claws?" Ohya mimed a cat paw pose, but her smile was obviously full of anger. "If I find anything, I'll get the scoop and let you know before I publish it."

"Good. Then I'll be taking my leave. See you next week, Spirit Photographer Ohya."

"Later, boss lady!" Ohya held her hand out with an open palm, wiggling her fingers in some half-assed wave. "Jesus, she needs to get that stick out of her ass. Maybe she should go see that kid herself for a special session." She murmured to herself, looking at some private pics she'd taken of her target.

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"And I could probably convince their women with my dick as well." Izuku laughed as his hand continued to move. "As for the guys, well, who knows. I'd hope I could talk them out of it, but that probably wouldn't happen a lot."