"No… Mrs. Tanaka, I swear… they had Quirks… the dogs flew away and disappeared over the horizon…"
Izuku's voice was a sleepy mumble, an echo of a recurring nightmare mixing with the comfort of a deep sleep. He felt an unusual warmth, a pleasant weight on his leg that kept him in a state of near perfect comfort. He shifted slightly, looking for an even more comfortable position, and his hand brushed against something soft and warm.
"Mmm, such a comfortable pillow…" he muttered to himself, his eyes still closed. "I always sleep better on Yu's couch…"
A moment of clarity cut through the fog of sleep.
"Wait a second," his voice cleared a bit. "Yu's couch?"
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the beams of light filtering through the blinds. The static menu of a movie glowed on the television screen, and an empty popcorn bowl lay on the floor next to two glasses. He remembered starting the movie. He didn't remember finishing it.
"I must have fallen asleep," he said quietly, his brain beginning to catalog the situation. He turned his head to stretch his neck, and that was when his thought process came to a complete halt.
Next to him, snuggled against his side, was not a pillow.
It was Yu.
And it wasn't the small, doll sized figure who had fallen asleep on his thigh. Sometime during the night, she had returned to her full size. Her blonde hair was splayed over his shoulder and part of her face, and her breathing was a rhythmic, deep whisper. She looked peaceful. Completely at peace.
Izuku's first thought was a spark of pure analytical satisfaction.
"It worked," he whispered, almost reverently. He watched the rise and fall of her back. "She returned to normal in her sleep. The hypothesis was correct. A state of total relaxation and emotional security seems to be the trigger to reverse the shrinking. Stress shrinks her, calm expands her. Fascinating."
His scientific gaze swept over her sleeping form. That's when he noticed the absence of the doll clothes they had bought for her. Tiny shreds of pink fabric lay scattered in the folds of the blanket, completely insufficient to cover anything. She was, to be precise, completely naked. One of her legs was bent over his thigh, and her side was pressed against his, an undeniable and overwhelming source of body heat.
"Ah," he said simply, his tone neutral, as if he had just noticed a minor detail in an experiment. "The clothes didn't withstand the change in mass. To be expected. The material lacked the necessary elasticity. We'll have to design a suit with molecular memory or some adaptable polymer. Allowing a hero of her caliber to be exposed by a wardrobe malfunction is a disastrous logistical failure."
His internal monologue continued, serene and methodical.
"She looks… peaceful sleeping. Not like Mrs. Tanaka's dogs, those ones snored with incredible force. I wonder if they've been found yet. Probably. I've been ignoring her calls. She's going to kill me. Well, one problem at a time."
He turned his attention back to the matter at hand. Or, rather, at his side. He saw her as his responsibility, a project that was finally showing signs of success. With a naturalness that would have given anyone else in his situation a heart attack, he raised a hand and, with a gentle, almost paternal motion, gave her bare butt a pat. It wasn't a lewd act, but rather one of confirmation. A silent "good job, you did it."
Satisfied with his analysis, and considering phase one of the problem solved, he simply closed his eyes. The warmth and weight beside him were comfortable. There was no reason to alter such an efficient state of affairs. He was going to go back to sleep.
But a few minutes later, the warmth beside him shifted.
Yu Takeyama emerged from sleep slowly, swimming in a sense of warmth and security she hadn't remembered feeling in years. She was comfortable. Too comfortable. She lazily opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the green fabric of a t shirt inches from her nose.
"Izuku…?" she mumbled, her voice hoarse with sleep.
Her brain, still drowsy, began to fit the pieces of the puzzle together with excruciating slowness.
First piece: She was snuggled up against her assistant. It was nice.
Second piece: Her leg was over his. In fact, if she shifted a little, she realized she was practically straddling his thigh. A little weird, but still comfortable.
Third piece: She felt a slight breeze on her back. Had they left a window open? She didn't remember doing that.
Fourth piece: She felt no fabric on her skin. None at all.
Suddenly, reality hit her with brutal force.
She looked down in slow motion, like in a horror movie. She saw her own bare hand resting on Izuku's chest. She saw her bare torso. She saw her bare hip pressed against his side. And she saw, with a horror that chilled her to the bone, her naked crotch resting directly on her young assistant's thigh.
She couldn't breathe. Time stopped. And then, the peaceful morning silence was brutally shattered.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
It was a sharp, piercing scream, loaded with the purest, most primal panic a human being could generate. A scream that spoke of absolute humiliation.
The shriek jolted Izuku from his lethargy with a sudden shock. He shot upright, his heart hammering against his ribs, completely disoriented.
"Mrs. Tanaka, I swear your dogs were eaten by a guy with mutant Quirks! It wasn't my fault!" he yelled into the air, his wild eyes searching for a nonexistent threat.
It was then that his brain finally processed the source of the noise. Yu was beside him, though "beside him" wasn't entirely accurate. She was more like trying to merge with the other end of the couch, scrambling backward with the blanket tangled around her legs, in a useless attempt to cover a dignity already lost. Her face was such a deep red it seemed to be burning.
"Yu? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, completely confused. His mind was still processing. She was back to her normal size. Wasn't that a reason to celebrate? Why was she screaming?
"Don't look at me!" she shrieked, her voice at least an octave higher than usual. "Turn around! Get away! What… what happened?!"
"You're back to normal," he explained calmly, as if he were giving a weather forecast. "My hypothesis was correct. Relaxation…"
"I don't care about your stupid hypothesis!" she yelled, her panic escalating. In her clumsy attempt to untangle herself from him and the blanket, she moved too abruptly. Her hand flailed through the air, searching for a handhold, and landed directly on Izuku's, which he had raised in a placating gesture.
Skin against skin.
A spark of green energy, subtle but unmistakable, jumped between them. A nearly inaudible hum vibrated in the air for a fraction of a second. The intense mix of emotions of the moment, her panic and humiliation, his confusion and surprise, acted as a perfect catalyst. Izuku's Quirk, that strange and temperamental power, activated without permission.
Yu felt a violent, nauseating pull from the core of her being. It wasn't the controlled growth she used for her job. It was an unstable, dizzying, horrible stretch. She didn't reach her full twenty meters, but she grew irregularly and awkwardly. Her arms and legs lengthened disproportionately, her torso expanded. She went from her normal size to a lanky height of about two and a half meters in less than a second.
"No, no, not again, please!" she whimpered, feeling the apartment suddenly seem too small.
The couch, a quality piece of furniture but one designed to support the weight of standard sized humans, let out a creak that foretold its imminent destruction. It was already off balance from their combined weight on one end. Yu's sudden increase in mass, concentrated in a single spot, was the final blow.
In a chaotic and humiliating slow motion sequence, the couch began to tip backward.
"Wait, the center of gravity…!" Izuku managed to say, his brain working until the very last second.
The front legs of the couch lifted off the floor. Izuku, still sitting, could only watch wide eyed as physics took over. Yu, half grown and half standing, let out another choked scream as she fell with him, an almost identical repetition of their first disastrous encounter. A giant butt, once again, was headed directly for his face.
The only terrifying difference was that, this time, there was no spandex in the way.
CRACK.
The couch landed on its back on the floor with the sound of splintering wood, sending cushions, a blanket, and Yu's dignity flying.
The silence that followed was much, much more awkward than the first time.
For Izuku, the darkness was total. And soft. And damp. And alarmingly warm.
He was trapped in an almost identical, yet infinitely more intimate, repetition of the incident that had started this whole mess. She, now two and a half meters tall and completely naked, had landed sitting directly on his face. Her weight, magnified by her size, pinned him against the back of the overturned couch.
His brain, instead of panicking about potential suffocation or overwhelming humiliation, did the only thing it knew how to do: process data.
Sensory data number one: The scent. It wasn't the artificial strawberry scent of her hero costume. It was something much more subtle, organic, and complex. A floral, clean, and overwhelmingly feminine aroma.
Sensory data number two: The texture. Soft. Incredibly soft. And warm. A damp, vital warmth that completely enveloped his nose and mouth.
Sensory data number three: Zero visibility. However, his mind constructed a precise image from the tactile information he was receiving.
His voice, muffled by the exact location of his mouth, broke the tense silence with a comment that, in all likelihood, no man in the history of the universe had ever uttered in a similar situation.
"Pink…" he muttered, his tone not one of arousal, but of pure curiosity. "It smells like flowers. And it's extremely warm… and surprisingly comfortable. Yu, you never mentioned you were hairless. Or is that a side effect of your Quirk? We could investigate it."
If Yu Takeyama's brain had short circuited before, at that moment it simply stopped working, overwhelmed by shame.
The comment. So clinical. So descriptive. So incredibly intimate and devoid of any hint of embarrassment. Spoken from… there.
It was too much. An involuntary spasm shot through her entire body. A slight clenching of her muscles as her mind shut down and rebooted, trying to process the auditory and physical violation she was experiencing. That tiny, involuntary movement caused friction. A direct, skin on skin friction, in the most sensitive part of her body and against his face.
A sound escaped her throat. A choked, guttural gasp.
"Ngh!"
It was a moan. An unmistakable and treacherous mix of pleasure and humiliation that horrified her completely. The sound vibrated through her body and, due to proximity, directly into Izuku's skull.
In that instant, the true magnitude of her situation crushed her with more force than her own weight. She was trapped in the most impossible dilemma she had ever faced.
If she stayed still, her absolute most private self, her sex, was literally pressed against her assistant's face. Every calm breath he took was an unwanted caress. Every second that passed was an eternity of mortification.
If she tried to get up, if she moved to escape, not only would she cause more of that horrible, confusing friction, but the moment she managed to stand, she would be completely exposed to his gaze. Naked. Giant. Absolutely vulnerable.
The panic, the shame, and that new, treacherous feeling of pleasure paralyzed her completely. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She couldn't breathe. She could only exist in that soft, warm darkness, a prisoner of her own Quirk and the unfathomable, terrifying strangeness of the boy beneath her.
Five seconds passed. Ten. Fifteen. Each felt like a century of pure suffering for Yu. She could feel Izuku's calm, regular breathing against her. He was calm! How the hell could he be so calm?! Wasn't he suffocating? Didn't he feel the weight?
His passivity was almost worse than if he were screaming or fighting. It was like he was… taking mental notes.
Rage, finally, gave her the strength that paralysis had stolen. She needed to take control. Any shred of control she could find in this personal hell.
"CLOSE YOUR EYES, IZUKU!" she screamed desperately, her voice distorted by her position. "CLOSE THEM RIGHT NOW AND DON'T OPEN THEM UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES UNTIL I TELL YOU TO!"
A muffled mumble came from below, so full of logic it made her want to scream again. "How will you know I've closed them if you can't see me? And if I don't open them until you order me to, how are you going to give me the order if I can't see you to know it's safe? The logic of your request is flawed. We need to establish a clear verbal communication system."
"JUST DO IT, DAMN IT!!"
Mustering all her willpower, ignoring the protest of every fiber of her being, Yu placed her hands on the back of the couch and pushed herself up. The movement was clumsy, accompanied by a wet, embarrassing sound that made her want to disintegrate on the spot. She got to her knees on the overturned couch, her back to him, panting, her heart hammering with wild force. She was free.
Or so she thought.
She turned her head slowly, terror icing her blood, to check if he had obeyed her order.
Izuku was leaning back against the cushions, his head tilted slightly with an expression of pure concentration. And his green eyes, impossibly large and bright, were wide open.
He wasn't looking at her with lust. He wasn't looking at her with mockery or amusement. He was looking at her with the same focused intensity he used to study the joints of an All Might action figure. It was a look of evaluation. Of appreciation. Of study. And in that moment, that clinical, dispassionate gaze was a thousand times more invasive and humiliating than any lecherous stare.
"What… what are you looking at?" she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried uselessly to cover herself with her hands.
"The effect of the light," he replied, his voice perfectly level, as if they were in a laboratory. "The way the morning sunlight comes through the window behind you. It creates a silhouette, a golden outline. It highlights your… muscular structure. It's fascinating from an anatomical point of view."
A final scream, sharp and filled with the purest, most absolute shame, escaped her lips.
Izuku didn't flinch. His internal monologue continued, unperturbed and clear, as he observed her in all her naked, giant magnificence.
I'm not surprised, he thought, and it was the truth. In a way, I feel like I've been waiting for this moment. I've been studying her since day one. Her proportions, her muscle structure, the way her body handles the stress of resizing… I've analyzed every curve and every angle through the spandex. But seeing it like this… directly…
It was then that something in his brain, something that wasn't the Quirk analyst, clicked. He saw the undeniable strength in her shoulders, the elegant curve of her waist widening to her hips, the latent power in her thighs. He saw the immense power in her body and, at the same time, the human vulnerability in her face. He saw the desperate way she tried to cover herself.
It's a perfect combination, his mind concluded, reaching a final verdict that had absolutely nothing to do with science or logistics. A combination of power and beauty that I find… completely attractive.
It was the first time. The first time he had admitted, even to himself in the sanctuary of his own thoughts, that his interest in Yu Takeyama transcended professional curiosity. She wasn't just the hero he was training. She wasn't just his boss. She wasn't a "product" to be optimized or a problem to be solved.
She was a woman, and she was, without a doubt, the most incredible and sexy woman he had ever seen in his entire life.
They remained like that, frozen. He, on the floor, looking at her with a new and dangerous understanding in his eyes. She, on her knees on the broken couch, naked, giant, and trapped under the weight of his gaze.
Silence fell over the apartment again, but this time it was different.
How could they ever return to a semblance of "normal" after this?
Finally, it was Yu who broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper.
"Say something."
Izuku blinked, as if coming out of a trance. His gaze shifted from her for a second, scanned the wrecked piece of furniture she was kneeling on, and then returned to her eyes.
"The couch," he said with absolute seriousness. "It's definitely broken."