Izuku walked through the empty streets toward his house, swinging the box of cookies in one hand while humming a cheerful tune.
A goofy smile spread across his face.
Ochako-chan is really amazing. And that butt...
He remembered the feel of his hands squeezing her soft cheeks right before they said goodbye.
Focus, Izuku, he scolded himself as he shook his head. You can't go through life thinking only about butts and boobs.
He paused mentally.
Although technically my Quirk works better when I touch them, so it's actually mental training.
He felt very proud of his flawless logic.
His stomach growled lightly, interrupting his perverted thoughts. He looked at the box of cookies in his hand.
Mom won't get mad if I just take one, right?
He discreetly opened the box and pulled out a chocolate cookie. He bit into it as he turned a corner into a well-lit alley he used as a shortcut to get to his building.
The sweet flavor exploded in his mouth.
Delicious, he thought while chewing. I definitely gotta take Ochako to that café again. Although next time we could order something else.
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. His whole body went on high alert for no apparent reason.
What...?
He slowly looked up.
A figure was standing in front of him in the middle of the alley, completely blocking the path.
When did...?
He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus better under the dim light of the alley lamps.
Wait... isn't that...?
Recognition hit him fast.
It's the big-boobed girl from the Maid Café!
Sure enough, the tall waitress with long brown hair was standing in front of him. She was still wearing the black maid uniform with the white apron, the same one she'd worn when she'd served him and Ochako.
But her expression had completely changed. The kind, professional smile she'd shown at the café had been replaced by a twisted, psychotic grin that made her eyes shine with a disturbing light under the alley lamps.
And in her right hand she held a kitchen knife with a blade that gleamed dangerously.
Izuku felt his body tense up, taking a defensive stance.
Damn it, he thought as he swallowed hard. She figured me out. She figured out I couldn't stop staring at her boobs at the café and now she's coming for revenge.
He kept his expression as neutral as possible while mentally sizing up the situation.
But you can't blame me. I mean, those are magnificent breasts. Any man with blood in his veins would've done the same. It's practically a survival instinct to appreciate beauty when you see it.
The girl started walking toward him with slow steps. The knife hung casually from her hand, swinging slightly with every movement.
Izuku raised both hands in a peaceful gesture.
"Hey, I know you might be upset, but this is all a misunderstanding," he said in a serious voice, trying to project as much sincerity as possible. "There's no need to take it to extremes. I never meant to stare at your chest."
He paused.
"Okay, yeah, I did, but it's not my fault. I'm a man, after all. A man who loves girls with great boobs. Please, understand me."
Brutally honest honesty, he thought. Always works.
The girl stopped a few feet away. Her smile widened even more, showing slightly pointed fangs peeking between her lips.
"It's unfair, isn't it?" her voice came out melodic and sweet, completely at odds with the psychotic expression on her face. "The world is such a hard place to live in."
She tilted her head to one side, like a bird of prey watching its meal before striking.
"Your girlfriend is so lucky!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm. "You've got such a cute face that it makes me wanna cut it open and see what's underneath."
What the hell did I just hear? Izuku thought as his brain processed the completely deranged words that had just come out of this seemingly adorable girl's mouth.
"The only thing I wanna do is whatever I feel like!" the girl shouted happily, raising the knife above her head.
It was at that exact moment that Izuku noticed something completely impossible.
Her face started to melt.
The skin slid down like melting wax, revealing a completely different face underneath. The long brown hair retracted, getting shorter and shifting to a pale ash-blonde tone. The brown eyes transformed into piercing yellow ones with thin, slitted irises.
The whole transformation took less than three seconds.
The new face was beautiful in a disturbing, almost supernatural way. Delicate, feminine features framed by straight bangs and two side locks that reached her chin. Her hair was tied up in two messy buns with countless rebel strands sticking out in every direction.
Her yellow eyes had a feline look that made them hypnotic, slightly sunken with pronounced dark circles underneath that gave her the appearance of someone who hadn't slept in days. Her wide mouth showed a perpetual smile that revealed pointed fangs longer than the rest of her teeth.
She looked like an adorable, completely psychotic vampire straight out of a kawaii nightmare.
Izuku's eyes went wide as he took in the view with involuntary admiration.
What a pretty girl, was his first honest thought.
Then he noticed something else that made his heart stop for a completely different reason.
Her breasts started shrinking.
The generous bust he'd been shamelessly admiring all afternoon at the café visibly shrank, getting considerably smaller until it settled at a modest size that was maybe a B cup at best.
His entire worldview plunged into existential chaos.
NOOOOOOOOO!
"W-what is this..." he muttered out loud, staring at the girl's chest area in horror. "Did her... did her boobs actually shrink?"
He felt personally offended on a level he didn't know was possible.
It's fine that this girl is trying to stab me, he thought with indignation. I can forgive the attempted murder. But lying about her cup size... that's just too rude.
The blonde girl looked at him with shining eyes and cheeks flushed a deep pink.
"Come on!" she yelled with enthusiasm as she lunged forward with surprising speed. "Let me see that pretty red you've got inside! I promise I'll love you so much!"
The knife sliced through the air in a deadly arc straight toward his neck.
Izuku moved, throwing himself to one side. The blade passed within inches of his throat, close enough for him to feel the air shift.
Shit! he thought as he quickly got back on his feet. This crazy chick is really trying to kill me!
He didn't have any weapons, just a battered box of cookies in his hand.
Great, he thought sarcastically. I'm gonna die fighting with baked goods.
The girl spun in the air with impressive agility and threw another direct thrust toward his stomach. Izuku leapt back, feeling the wind of the blade brushing against the fabric of his shirt.
"Your blood must be beautiful!" she screamed as she attacked again, this time with an upward diagonal slash aimed at his torso. "Let me taste it! Just a little bit! I promise it won't hurt too much!"
Izuku blocked the attack with the box of cookies, using the thick cardboard as an improvised shield. The knife sliced through the cardboard easily, but stopped against the hardened cookies.
Thanks for being so hard, he thought as he shoved the box forward with force, making the girl step back to keep her balance.
He took advantage of the momentary opening and threw a straight punch at her face with all the strength he could muster.
She tilted her head to one side, dodging it by a hair with an amused smile.
"Close! So close!" she laughed happily as she twisted her body in a ballet-like movement and launched a kick toward his exposed ribs.
Izuku raised his forearm just in time to block.
WHAM!
The impact echoed through his whole arm.
She's stronger than she looks, he analyzed as he moved away from another horizontal slash aimed at his throat. And completely unpredictable. She doesn't fight with any formal technique or recognizable style, she just attacks from wherever seems fun to her at the moment.
The girl advanced again with the knife extended, attacking in a fast, chaotic combination of thrusts and slashes. Izuku dodged the first by throwing himself to the left, blocked the second with his forearm, and ducked under the third that cut through the air where his head had been a second earlier.
"You're fast!" she exclaimed with delight as she kept up her assault. "I like it! I really like you, pretty boy!"
When she raised the knife for a fourth attack, getting ready for a downward thrust, he finally saw his opening.
He drove himself forward from his crouched position, using the strength of his legs, and threw a clean hook straight at her left cheek.
CRACK!
His fist connected cleanly with her face. Her head twisted to one side from the force of the impact.
"I'm completely in favor of gender equality," Izuku said as he kept his guard up, "so I'm not gonna hold back just because you're a girl."
The girl stayed still for a moment, her face still turned to the side. Then, slowly, she turned her head back toward him.
Her cheek was red and slightly swelling where he'd hit her, but her smile had widened.
"That hurt!" she exclaimed happily. "That really hurt! You're amazing, Izuku-kun!"
How the hell does she know my name?
He didn't have time to process the question because she launched herself forward again, attacking with even more ferocity and speed than before.
When she threw her next thrust aimed at his heart, her front foot slipped on a wet spot on the pavement.
"Ah!"
She stumbled forward, completely losing control of her body. The knife flew out of her hand.
Izuku, caught off guard by the sudden change in situation, instinctively stretched out his arms to catch her and keep her from crashing into the pavement.
Bad idea.
Her full momentum dragged him backwards. His feet tangled with hers and they both fell to the ground in a mess of intertwined limbs.
But the exact position they landed in was... extremely problematic.
Somehow, she'd fallen with her legs on either side of his head. Her soft thighs and firm butt landed directly against his face.
Izuku's world went completely dark, wrapped in black fabric and the surprisingly pleasant warmth of her bare legs.
"Eek!" the girl let out a surprisingly high-pitched, feminine squeal. "T-that's not where you're supposed to be!"
Even this wild girl lets out such cute little sounds, Izuku thought dazedly as his brain processed the situation.
Then a darker, more vengeful part of his mind took over.
But... you think you can try to stab me and get away with it?
With both hands, he grabbed her soft thighs and spread them further apart. From his position, he could see her white panties with a little pink bow in the center directly.
He took a deep breath in.
And blew straight against the fabric.
"AHHH!!"
The moan that escaped the girl's throat was sharp, embarrassing, and completely out of control. Her whole body jerked violently, her hands slamming against the pavement on either side of Izuku's head.
It was at that exact moment when...
[QUIRK ANALYSIS INITIATED]
[NAME: TRANSFORM]
[USER: HIMIKO TOGA]
The complete manual started unfolding in front of him, line by line, revealing every secret of this psychotic girl's Quirk, the one who'd just tried to murder him.
And as the text kept appearing, Izuku could only think one thing:
This is about to get good.
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