[A/N: Let's be honest though. The tags should have told you everything you need to know about the story. Don't know why people are surprised that he's gonna get a Harem. I made it blatantly clear!]

He arrived back home quietly, slipping through the door without waking his mother. The night air still clung to his clothes, carrying the faint smell of exhaust fumes from the city.

Inside his room, he peeled off the black hoodie and mask, folding them neatly before tossing them onto the chair in the corner. His hero suit came off next, and he laid it flat on the bed, the fabric still warm from his body heat.

Lying back, he stared at the ceiling, his mind replaying the events of earlier. His thoughts inevitably circled back to Mt. Lady.

"Let's meet tomorrow on top of Channel Six's Radio Station," she had said before strutting away with that confident smirk of hers.

'…I wonder what she really wants. A patrol? A talk? Or maybe… nah. Then again… how am I gonna do the deed if it comes to that? I look like a dude in a gimp suit. Kinda sounds fun, not gonna lie,' he thought, lips curling into a small, amused grin.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of his computer. Then—

Bzzz… Bzzz…

The vibration from his desk made him sit up. He grabbed his phone and glanced at the screen. A message from Mitsuki.

[ You up? ]

He smirked and quickly typed back.

[ Yeah. Why? ]

The reply came almost instantly.

[ Wanna video call? ]

[ Sure. ] he answered without hesitation, leaning back on his bed with a knowing look on his face.

The screen lit up, and after a second, Mitsuki's face appeared. She was lying on her side in bed, the dim glow of a bedside lamp casting warm light on her features. Her hair was a little messy, and her voice was quiet when she spoke.

"Hey," she whispered.

Izuku instantly noticed the faint sound of breathing from the other side of the bed, and his sharp eyes caught the shape of a man's shoulder under the blanket.

'So her husband's right there… and she still called me,' he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hey yourself," he replied in a low tone, matching her quietness. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Mm, something like that," she said softly, her eyes holding his for a moment before glancing at the man beside her. Then she leaned a little closer to the camera, lowering her voice even more. "Figured I'd… check up on you."

"Check up on me, huh?" he teased. "Or you just missed me already?"

She smirked but didn't deny it. "Maybe."

As they talked, Mitsuki casually adjusted her blanket, sitting up just enough to let the strap of her nightgown slide off one shoulder. The neckline dipped a little lower, but not enough to actually show him anything.

Izuku's eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned a little closer to his phone. "You're evil, you know that?"

She grinned, pretending innocence. "What? I'm just getting comfortable. It's warm in here."

Then, with deliberate slowness, she tugged at the fabric, pulling the neckline down just a fraction more before letting it fall back into place. Still nothing visible — but enough to make his mind fill in the rest.

He exhaled through his nose, trying not to grin too widely. "You're doing that on purpose."

"Am I?" she whispered, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Maybe I just like knowing you're watching me while my husband's right here, completely clueless."

That hit him harder than he expected, and Mitsuki seemed to notice, her smirk deepening. "Goodnight, Izuku," she murmured, letting the words linger like a promise.

Before he could answer, she ended the call.

Izuku stared at the dark screen for a moment, running a hand through his hair.

'…She's going to drive me insane,' he thought, his pulse still running faster than before.

He opened up his drawer and pulled out a certain machine made for a long part of his anatomy.

' I was gonna throw this away as soon as I got my first cheeks, but looks like I'm gonna need your services again, Goonernator,' he thought, giving it a small pat before setting it down on his desk like an old friend.

…

The next day, Izuku got ready for school. Inko drove him there soon after, humming to herself as she pulled up to the front gates.

"Have a good day, honey!" she called out as he stepped out.

"Yeah, you too," he replied, shutting the door and adjusting his bag over his shoulder.

As he walked through the gate, he caught sight of Momo standing near one of the sakura trees, phone in hand.

"Yo," he greeted.

"Hey," she replied, slipping her phone into her pocket as she walked toward him.

"Were you waiting for me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not," she said with the tiniest smirk, "but since you're here, let's walk to class together." Without waiting for his answer, she started ahead at a casual pace.

Izuku shook his head and caught up, falling into step beside her.

"You know," he said after a beat, "I should really get your number now that I think about it."

"That's a great idea," she replied smoothly. "I should also get your Line. So we can chat."

They both pulled out their phones and tapped them together, the quick tone confirming their accounts had linked.

"Don't be shocked when I randomly text you at 3 a.m.," she said lightly. "I'm an overthinker."

"Honestly," he said, slipping his phone back into his pocket, "I'll probably ignore the text. Even if I was awake."

Her lips pulled into a small pout. "Why?"

"Just because," he said, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

She narrowed her eyes at him like she was making a mental note, but there was a small glint of amusement there too. "You're… strange," she finally said, but there was no malice in her tone.

"Yeah," he replied. "But at least I'm interesting."

As they walked down the hallway, Momo glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"So… have you been enjoying U.A. so far?" she asked, her tone light but genuinely curious.

"Not sure. I mean this is second day," Izuku said with a shrug. "But it's different from what I expected, but in a good way. Teachers are interesting… classmates are interesting too."

"Interesting how?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

He smirked. "You'll figure it out eventually."

She let out a soft hum, as though debating whether to press for more, but instead changed the subject. "Well, I'm curious to see what kind of training they'll put us through next. Yesterday's quirk test was… intense."

"You did well though," Izuku said casually. "Way better than most people give you credit for."

Her lips quirked into a small smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was one," he replied simply.

By now, they had reached the large sliding door of Class 1-A. Momo slid it open, stepping inside first. The chatter in the room dipped slightly as a few students glanced toward the door.

"Morning," Momo greeted politely, making her way to her desk.

Izuku followed right after, raising a hand in a small wave. "Morning," he said before heading toward his seat at the back.

As they took their respective spots, the low hum of conversation returned, though a few pairs of eyes lingered on them a moment longer before looking away.

TO BE CONTINUED