[QUIRK ANALYSIS INITIATED]
NAME: CREATION
USER: MOMO YAOYOROZU
RELATED PHYSIOLOGY: Converts epidermal lipids into inert matter. The precision of the created object depends on the user's molecular knowledge. The process requires a high caloric intake to sustain energy reserves.
› An improvement in the emission rate has been detected. The tissue tolerates forcing conversion beyond its base rhythm, which shortens the formation time of large-volume pieces at the cost of burning more lipids per unit of mass.
CURRENT LIMITATIONS: Creation speed is still tied to a sequential mental process, one layer at a time, and forced emission accelerates the rhythm, not the order. The boost only pays off with large objects of simple structure, while with small pieces or those made of many parts the extra lipid cost doesn't make up for the time saved.
CURRENT STATE UNDER REINFORCEMENT EFFECT: Lipid cost drops by twenty percent and mental processing speed rises by thirty percent.
"So that's what it is," Izuku murmured.
Izuku studied Momo's Manual carefully without letting go of her breasts. Now he understood, at least partly, the reason behind all of this.
So Momo really has been following the Manual's instructions... And thanks to that, she's improved.
He took out his notebook and, using her chest as a surface, started writing. He was really happy that, unlike a certain blonde girl obsessed with blood, there was at least one girl actually following his instructions.
Now comes the hard part.
Izuku clenched his teeth and, with resignation, pulled his hand away from that heavenly softness; letting go felt like the toughest task in the whole process.
"Hah... Well, Momo-chan, I've got some news. Looks like there was a change in the Manual after all."
He held out the notebook and Momo took it right away. Her eyes traced the notes with growing attention, stopping on every detail.
"'The tissue tolerates forcing conversion beyond its base rhythm, which reduces the time needed to form large-volume pieces,'" she read quietly.
Her eyes widened slightly as she grasped the implication.
"This means... I could create larger objects in less time?"
"Looks like it."
"That's extraordinary, Midoriya-san!" she exclaimed, letting a smile of excitement slip out as she went back to examining the notes. "If this data is correct, I could considerably reduce the time needed to produce certain large-scale creations during an emergency. That could make a major difference in a rescue situation."
"Ahem... of course," Izuku cut in, raising a finger. "But don't forget about the negative effect."
Momo blinked.
"The negative effect...?"
She turned her gaze back to the notebook and found the next entry.
"'Lipid consumption per unit of mass increases...'"
Her expression shifted little by little. The enthusiasm gave way to a serious look as she analyzed the implications.
"Ah..."
She stayed quiet for a few seconds.
"You're right. I got too focused on the possibilities of this improvement and overlooked its main drawback."
She gripped the notebook lightly between her hands.
"If consumption rises like that, I'd have to manage my reserves with much more precision. Especially in a prolonged fight, it would be too risky to rely on this technique without knowing its limits first."
"Good thinking." Izuku moved closer with a smile, relieved that the excitement hadn't blinded her.
Well, Momo's too smart for that to happen to her.
"Yep, buuuut the improvement comes at a price, so it's better to think about the limitations before they work against you."
Momo brought a hand to her cheek, slightly embarrassed at having overlooked something so important, and went back to studying the notebook.
"Then first we'll need to determine exactly how much the consumption increases before we consider using it in a risky situation."
A small, determined smile appeared on her face.
"But if we manage to master it... it could considerably expand the possibilities of my Creation. That would be an improvement worth studying."
"If it's about touching breasts, count me in." Izuku raised his hand with excitement.
Momo froze with the pen suspended in the air. She blinked a couple of times before noticing she was blushing.
Realizing her own reaction, she quickly looked down and pressed the notebook against her chest, trying to hide her obvious embarrassment.
"M-Midoriya-san?!" she exclaimed, peeking her eyes over the notebook. "Let's focus on the efficiency of the Quirk, please! And... tell me, could it be you've been listening to Mineta-san a bit too much lately?"
"Huh? But that's how my Quirk works."
"W-well..." Momo murmured, lowering the notebook a little as she looked away. "Even so, I'd appreciate it if you didn't say it so casually."
Izuku didn't know what to think. He was the one being used as a booster for girls, and somehow he still felt kinda guilty.
Hahh... The tragedies of being an honest, promising hero. You lend a hand for the greater good and on top of that they look at you like the villain of the story.
He decided the smartest move was to change the subject before she tossed him overboard.
"Ahem... So, Momo, going back to why your breasts grew, I think you've already got an idea, right?"
"Mmm... now that you mention it, I do have a hypothesis." Momo rested her hand on her own chest, indicating the object of study. "If the improvement makes me need to consume more lipids to create the same amount of matter, then it makes sense that my body increased its reserves. That way I'd have more energy available and wouldn't run the risk of running out of resources in a fight."
Translation: they got bigger because her body decided to store fat just in case.
Momo frowned and the blush slowly faded from her face.
"Although there's something that still doesn't quite convince me. I don't know if my body is adapting to the improvement of my Quirk that the Manual describes... or to your Quirk directly."
"Huh? Isn't that the same thing?"
Izuku had a rough idea of where she was going, but in this situation the best move was to see what conclusion Momo drew from all of it.
"Not necessarily." She tapped her cheek lightly with the pen. "If my body simply reacted to the improvement, then the change would be a consequence of my Creation now requiring more resources. That would be pretty easy to explain. But if it reacted to your Quirk..."
The confidence with which she'd been speaking up to that point wavered for the first time.
"Then we'd be talking about an adaptation to something we don't fully understand yet."
She slowly lowered the pen.
"And that means we can't know if this change is the final result... or just the beginning."
None of that sat well with him. The idea that his Quirk was causing changes in his friends without him knowing how or when left him uneasy. If he didn't even know what exactly his own power was doing, he had no idea what could happen next.
"I don't know... this doesn't leave me feeling too comfortable," Izuku admitted. "I think we should figure out what's going on before we keep going."
"I don't feel at ease either." Momo pressed the notebook a bit tighter against her chest. "That's exactly why we should test all the possibilities before drawing conclusions. And there's one we still haven't tested."
Izuku looked at her again with close attention. If Momo had a doubt, there was probably a good reason to take it seriously.
I feel like I'm in a mystery movie.
"What do you mean? I thought we were done."
Momo shook her head gently.
"I'm talking about the double contact. The day of the experiment, when you boosted me using both hands at the same time, something different happened. And, if we take into account the routines that appeared in the Manual... maybe the combination is what caused the evolution." She looked up at Izuku. "We can't know for sure without testing it. So I think we should repeat the experiment and observe what happens."
Does the world just not want me to be a decent man?
It was the first time he'd gotten serious about something, and life was dragging him back into the world of sin thanks to none other than his intelligent, serious classmate with a promising future.
"Momo, hold on a second." He raised both hands. "Sorry to ruin the moment, but I don't think it's as simple as touching two spots at the same time and your Quirk improving. Sounds too easy."
"That's exactly why we have to rule it out," she replied, crossing her arms. "We can't accept a hypothesis just because it seems plausible, Midoriya-san. If the simultaneous contact didn't produce any noticeable change, then we have to consider another variable."
Izuku looked at her suspiciously and narrowed his eyes.
Could it be that this girl has actually started liking having her breasts touched? Momo, I thought you were different.
And before he could stop himself, he ended up saying what he was really thinking.
"Momo, do you actually like it when I touch your breasts?"
"W-what?! No, of course not!" Momo replied quickly, waving her hands. "I insist because we need to better understand the limits of your Quirk and learn how to use it properly. That's all! Don't confuse a training need with... with something personal!"
Izuku's shoulders slumped, looking a bit disappointed.
"A training need... I see... Hahh... And here I was, thinking we were becoming really good friends. Sometimes I'd like to know a little more about you, but I don't know, with this whole situation we're in I feel like everything's weird and uncomfortable for you... I feel like if I invited you out to eat some day, you'd take it the wrong way."
Momo stayed silent for a few seconds. Seeing the disappointment on Izuku's face, her expression changed right away.
"Midoriya-san... wait. That's not what I meant." She looked down at her hands for a moment. "When I mentioned a training need, I was only referring to your Quirk. It doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you or that it bothers me for you to want to get to know me better."
This kind of situation wasn't something she had any experience with, so she decided to keep meeting his eyes.
"We're friends, right? And I also want us to feel comfortable with each other."
Her expression softened as an embarrassed smile appeared on her lips.
"Although... I'd appreciate a little notice. I like being able to organize myself properly."
Little by little, the excitement returned to Izuku.
"So, if I asked you out on a date, would you say yes? Like, without the training context and nothing to do with Quirks... would you still accept?"
Momo's eyes widened slightly at the word "date." For a few seconds she didn't know what to say and looked away, visibly embarrassed.
"A-a date...? Without any connection to training?"
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to regain her composure.
"Midoriya-san, that's... a rather sudden question."
She looked at him again with a small, nervous smile.
"But if what you mean is just spending time together, getting to know each other better and enjoying a meal... I'd have no reason to say no."
Izuku took her hand with a smile.
"Yep, I've decided. What do you say we go on a date when we get back to Musutafu? I... I might be a bit clumsy at making friends, and socializing isn't really my thing." Izuku scratched his neck with a nervous smile. "But I'd also like to understand what it feels like to be normal. You might not know this, but I'm kinda weird."
Ugh, what am I talking about, of course she knows.
"I... I sometimes say things without a filter."
Momo remembered the many times Izuku had talked about her breasts out loud. That was enough for a slight blush to appear on her cheeks.
Believe me, Midoriya-san, I've got that part pretty clear.
"But, outside of training and outside of all this," Izuku went on, "I'd like to prove that I can be more than this, even if my life seems to be written by some Hentai novelist."
The proposal caught her off guard. She stayed quiet for a moment and her expression softened when she noticed how sincerely nervous the boy in front of her was.
"Midoriya-san, I think I understand what you mean." She glanced at her hands for a second and then raised her gaze again. "And I don't think you're weird for having trouble relating to others. We all struggle to understand ourselves in some ways." A small smile appeared on her face. "If what you want is to get to know me better, without everything having to be about training... it doesn't sound bad to me. After all, I also want to know more about you."
"Ehhh? So... is that a yes?"
"It's a yes." Momo nodded. "When we get back to Musutafu, we'll go out to eat. And I'll be in charge of reminding you to think a little before you speak. I think it'll be good practice for both of us."
Izuku raised his fist toward the ceiling.
"Write it in the history books! The day Izuku Midoriya scored a date using sincerity and zero planning! The world's not ready yet for the ladies' man I'm becoming."
Momo watched him in silence for a few seconds before deciding it was time to interrupt him.
"Midoriya-san."
"What's up?"
"Your hand is back on my chest."
Izuku looked down. Sure enough, at some point during the conversation the hand had made its way back to where it all started.
"Ah... It's a really demanding Quirk, you know?"
Momo sighed and looked at him with resignation.
"Put your hand down, please."
******
The yacht approached the private dock and came to a gentle stop. As soon as the coastline came into view, several of them just stared without saying a word.
The white sand stretched along the beach, surrounded by palm trees and bathed in sunlight. In the distance, up on the slope, stood the Yaoyorozu summer mansion. Its huge windows reflected the blue of the sea, making the place look even more impressive.
"No, wait..." Jiro took off her sunglasses and looked the mansion up and down. "All of that is yours, Yaoyorozu?"
"W-well, it belongs to my family." Momo scratched her cheek a little as she gave her a smile back. "We don't really use it that much, only in summer and for a few gatherin..."
"Ladies, welcome to paradise!" Nemuri was already standing up on the deck, throwing her arms wide as if she'd just been officially named owner of the island. "Rule number one of the island: nobody works here and nobody mentions paperwork. Rule number two: the pool bar opens when I say it opens. Any questions?"
"Yeah, I've got one." Yu raised her hand from the lounger, not even bothering to sit up. "Since when is this island yours?"
"I'm the Adult in charge, sweetheart."
Momo opened her mouth to clarify that the house had rules, schedules, and a housekeeper with very firm opinions, but Nemuri was already coming down the gangway handing out instructions, and Inko was following her with a tray, convinced this was the best picnic day of her life.
"I just wanted to say there are assigned rooms," Momo murmured.
"Save it for your autobiography." Izuku patted her on the shoulder, trying to hold back a laugh. "'The Day I Owned an Island and Lost Control of It in Less Than a Minute.'"
Momo looked at him in silence.
"...I don't think that's going to be the title."
Ochako came down from the yacht with her legs still a bit shaky, but with her stomach finally at peace. As soon as her feet touched solid ground, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Land... Solid ground! You're so beautiful...!"
"See? I told you it'd pass," Izuku commented, walking up with a smile. "And if you get seasick again on the way back, you already know I've got a really effect—"
"NO!" Ochako covered her butt with both hands and jumped backward. "Don't you dare finish that sentence, Izuku-kun!"
"Huh? But I was gonna say..."
Realizing she'd overreacted, Ochako walked up to Izuku and took his hands with a nervous smile.
"Heh, heh... I appreciate you worrying about me, Izuku-kun, but really, there's no need. I'm fine now! Really."
Jiro watched the scene with her eyebrows raised and turned to Yu.
"...Is this normal?"
"No idea," Yu answered, standing up and stretching. "Don't waste your breath. The best thing you can do is grab a plate from Mrs. Midoriya and stop asking questions."
Jiro glanced sideways at Ochako and Izuku.
"...Yeah. That's probably the smartest move."
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