She pushed her notebook against her hip, attracting Aizawa's attention to what she was holding. He noticed it quite a few times, not wondering what it is, up until that specific moment. Mariko was still in the same position as he allowed her to be, when she started crying. His feet were touching the same wall that her back was facing; her body leaning towards his right shoulder. He was supporting his back with his left hand and his right palm was placed on Mariko's arm.

He looked down at the notebook, eyeing it with clear interest. Aizawa noticed her closed eyelids and grabbed the item. As if having a sixth sense, Mariko opened her eyes and in an instant her hand shot toward his direction. He rolled to the side, avoiding her. Then, he quickly stood up and was surprised to see her already on her feet.

'Please! This is super, super private!' she requested, as he held his hand high above her. 'Please, Mr. Aizawa, it's literally so important.'

'What is that?' he asked her in a calm voice, trying hard not to grin, when she tried to reach his palm; she kept jumping, trying to catch the notebook.

She stopped and looked at him with a dead-serious face.

'School- It's.. It's porn?'

He raised his eyebrows for a second. Then, he lowered his hand and turned around.

'No, no, no!' she said, dragging his arm away.

'Okaido!' Shota grunted.

'I will stop the second you give it back, sir. Please, please, please,' she kept begging, jumping around the man in attempts of retrieving the book.

He pushed her away with his left forearm.

'It's unfair that you are so tall,' she hissed as she tried going below his arm without any success. 'It's an actual invasion of privacy.'

'You are in my room,' he reminded.

'But you let me in, sir.' She stopped and put her hands on her hips, leaning forward in a funny pose.

He looked at the computer at his desk, checking the time. She used his distraction and dashed towards the book, but he stopped her before she could do anything.

'If you have so much energy, then go to the gym. I want to see you there in ten,' he scolded, clearly irritated.

Mariko stopped immediately and straightened herself up, putting her hand in front of her body.

'Can you please give it back first?' she suggested.

'I will think about it,' he dismissed her.

Though a little bit concerned, Mariko smirked to herself, enjoying everything that has happened today. She vigorously left the teacher's room and went straight to her own, quickly washing her hands, face and brushing her hair. She left the smartphone crafted by Yaoyorozu on her desk and turned to leave the room.

'Oh, the Binding Cloth.' She shifted her weight on her heel and walked over to the drawer and picked up the scarf-like weapon.

She quickly strolled through the corridor and knocked on Aizawa's door again. He opened almost instantly and looked down at her, irritation on his face.

'Here. Sorry, I almost forgot about it,' she admitted and handed him the weapon.

'Thank you,' he said and accepted the gift.

She stared at him, a hint of smile on her face.

'Can I get it back now?'

'Are you trading for my own weapon?'

'Yes. My own vent book for your-'

She quickly understood her mistake, seeing a grin stretching his face.

'A vent book?'

'No! Please,' she begged.

He pointed his finger towards the general direction of the school.

A red aura appeared around him, his hair started floating and he pierced her with an intimidating, red-eyed look.

'Gym Gamma. Now,' he ordered, clearly done with her.

When Mariko returned to the teacher's dorm three hours later, she could barely stand still. She was completely exhausted, but Shota, walking next to her, seemed to have a great time. As she stepped through the threshold, she tripped and would fall down, if it wasn't for the Binding Cloth, quickly wrapping around her shoulders and forehead.

'Stand up,' Aizawa told her.

Okaido lifted herself up with her right foot, trying to support her body by grasping the doorframe, but she realized that she can not raise her arms.

'Ouch,' she whined.

He pushed her further inside the building, so that he could close the door.

'Oh, Shota went hard on you, didn't he?' she heard Midnight's voice, but didn't have strength to open her eyelids.

Mariko heard Shota's steps and sensed him standing right next to her.

'House arrest till the end of the weekend and a week of house chores,' he thundered. 'You will be cleaning and taking care of the common area and I expect a one page of a written apology at the end of the week.'

'Yessir,' she replied quietly, her eyes closed, her mouth drooling.

'Speak clearly, when you address me.'

'Yes, sir,' she corrected herself, even straightening her back.

'Good.'

She looked at him with almost closed eyes and then immediately dropped her eyelids. She was so incredibly tired.

When they entered the gym, a weird obstacle course made by Mr. Cementoss was already there. As Aizawa opened her vent book, browsing through the pages right in front of her, a wild, sadistic grin appeared on his face.

'Brat,' he thought to himself, as he made her go through the obstacle course as many times as she could; he only stopped the training because she had issues maintaining her balance even on the stable ground.

'Go fix yourself and you can meet Eri,' he informed.

Upon hearing the name, Mariko immediately woke up, staring at the man with wide eyes.

'Eri?' she asked, bringing her tightened fists close to her chest. She was clearly excited.

Aizawa frowned, inspecting the student cautiously.

'Were you pretending the whole time?'

'Oh no, I am tired as,' she trailed off before swearing in front of Shota. 'I am completely drained.'

He handed her the vent book, which she gladly accepted, sighing with relief. Then, she turned towards the staircase and ran upstairs, tripping once on the way.

Aizawa followed her with his eyes until she disappeared from his view. After that, he exhaled and slowly walked to the couch, sitting in one of the armchairs. He hunched over and raised his eyebrows, seeing Midnight's expression. The other teacher was laying on the couch, biting on her red fingernail, while shooting the sleepy man a playful smirk.

'You like her, don't you?'

'I don't like any of my students,' he assured and Midnight laughed.

He flinched at the high-pitch sound.

'Who are you trying to fool?' She sat on the couch, supporting herself with her right hand. 'You were always acting like this, ever since I remember,' she said and then started mocking him, putting on a tired face and lowering her voice. ''I hate loud people around me', meanwhile you are friends with Present Mic, the loudest voice in the existence,' she teased.

'Sure,' he replied, leaning back in the armchair. He put his right ankle on his left knee, closing his eyes.

The woman was still standing in front of him.

'Uh? What?' he sighed.

'Nothing.'

She smiled seductively and went upstairs, mesmerizingly swinging her perfect hips. As she stood on the first floor, Mariko turned towards the stairs, grasping two towels, a small bottle of shampoo and shower gel, as well as some fresh clothes.

'Good evening, Ms. Midnight,' she greeted nicely, looking into the woman's bright, blue eyes.

'Are you going to the bathroom?'

'Eee, yes? Yes, I am' she responded, clearly confused.

'I'll be there soon, too.' Midnight placed her foot on the first step of the staircase leading to the second floor and gently swung her whip at her back.

Mariko stood there, completely flabbergasted.

'Am I hallucinating?' she thought to herself.

She followed the older woman with her gaze and then woke up from the trance, just to sprint downstairs a second later. Mariko glanced at Aizawa, relaxing in the armchair and turned to the left, walking to the women's bathroom.

As she stepped inside the common area, she opened one of the lockers and put her clothes inside of it. After that, she stripped down, avoiding looking at her own reflection in the closest mirror. She was used to the common bathrooms; she had years of experience with these when she was still in the orphanage. The only bad bathroom habit that she had, was the constant, alerted state - she did not remember when was the last time, she could relax in a bathtub or under a shower. Because of that, every time she used a public bathroom, she would always pick the locker that allowed her to face the entrance door.

While she wrapped one of the towels around herself, hiding her private parts beneath the fabric, she noticed someone entering the room. At first, she bent her knees and clenched her fists, ignoring her exhausted state, jumping straight into the defense mode, but then she recognized the person stepping inside.

'Good evening again,' she greeted Ms. Midnight.

'Hi, cutie,' the woman responded and quickly eyed her from the head to the tippy-toe.

Mariko smiled awkwardly, feeling a weird tension between them. She wasn't quite sure how to put it into words. The young student glided across the bathroom, observing the teacher from the corner of her eyes.

Okaido hopped into the shower and poured some lukewarm water over her sore body. She put her hands against the tiles of the shower and for the first time in years, felt safe while cleaning her hair and skin. She allowed herself to close her eyes and turn herself away from the entrance, smiling and sighing with relief.

After around fifteen minutes, she turned off the tap and wiped her body with the towels, then wrapped her body in the fabric and stepped outside. She grabbed the bottles of shampoo and the shower gel and walked to her locker.

'I've heard that you have not submitted your hero costume design, correct?' she heard Midnight's voice.

Mariko looked at the cabin in which the older woman was taking a shower, smelling the delicious, cinnamon shower gel that she was using.

'Yea, I do have some ideas, but I have no clue what to go for exactly, as I am still not sure what kind of a style I will have,' Okaido replied.

'Style?'

'Umm, like, I- I don't know, really. Like, style that would suit my main function, I guess? I have never thought about this before.'

'Do you need any advise?'

'I would greatly appreciate this, madam,' Mariko admitted.

'Kayama Nemuri, please. Hearing 'miss' and 'madam' makes me feel old. I hate it,' she sighed.

'Well, you certainly don't look old,' Okaido complimented.

'I am not old,' Midnight emphasized.

Mariko smiled slightly and put on her black underwear. She unwrapped her hair from inside the towel and grabbed a hairbrush. Before she did anything, she noticed Midnight leaving the shower. She tried her best to give the woman as much privacy as she could, but her charm eventually attracted her gaze. Mariko glanced towards the pro hero and felt her cheeks blush. Naturally, Midnight noticed immediately and let out a small laugh.

'Like what you see?' she asked her, strolling through the room.

Kayama stood behind Mariko, almost completely naked; a towel falling from her shoulders to the front of her chest, was the only thing that partially covered her body.

Mariko put her forehead against the door of the nearest locker, closing her eyes.

'What is there not to like?' she said quietly. 'You have a killer body, ma- I mean, Kayama.'

'Thanks, cutie.'

Okaido breathed the warm, steamy air in and grasped her hair, bringing them closer to the hairbrush.

'From the bottom, sweetheart,' Kayama advised.

'Sorry?'

'Always start brushing from the bottom,' Midnight explained. 'It's very healthy for your hair roots if you do it that way.'

'Really? I had no idea.'

Midnight stood behind Mariko, the towel still on her shoulders. She raised her hand in front of the younger woman, asking for the hairbrush.

'Do you want to sit down?'

'Sure,' Okaido replied and awkwardly walked to the wooden bench in the center of the room. The air was still warm enough to not wear any clothes.

She glanced behind her and noticed that Midnight put on the bottom part of her sensual, silk underwear. Mariko looked away, feeling like she did something illegal. Kayama stood behind her and gently started brushing her hair, from the tips to the roots.

'Do you have any overall tips for the hero costume?' Mariko asked, breaking the weird silence.

'Skin-tight and sexy,' she simply responded.

Okaido smiled.

'I don't think that's for me.'

'How so?'

The young woman examined her arms, then torso and then stretched her legs, looking carefully at them.

'I am not built like you are,' Mariko admitted, trying to lower her head.

Kayama quickly grabbed the roots of her hair and pulled her backwards.

'Don't move, darling,' she commanded in a low tone.

Mariko swallowed and placed her hands on the bench, trying to stay in the exact position the woman put her in.

'Good girl,' Kayama said and returned to brushing her hair. 'Tips for the hero costume? Functional. Comfortable, especially comfortable. You don't want to get distracted mid combat because the clothes started annoying you.'

'Makes a lot of sense.'

'As for style, keep it sexy and approachable. You can also consider being media-friendly, so not too much naked body,' she added. 'Ehh, back in the day they didn't really care about that,' she said, thinking about her old costume. 'And then finally, support items.'

'What are these?'

'It's anything starting from an item helping you to control the Quirk or an item that will compensate the lack of something.'

'Do you have one?' Mariko asked, looking her in the bright-blue eyes.

'A whip.'

'Of course,' the young woman giggled, slightly changing the position.

'What did I say?' she warned and grabbed her hair again, pulling her back again.

'God,' Mariko whispered, closing her eyes with a frown on her face.

'Do this one more time and I will be convinced you just want to be put in your place.'

The young woman blushed, feeling a weird pressure inside her chest.

'Oh?' Midnight smiled, observing her face. 'Aren't you getting a little bit too excited?'

Mariko quickly stood up and turned to the teacher, her hands in the defensive gesture.

'No, no! I swear to God!'

Kayama put a hand on her hip, tilting her head slightly to the side, shooting a look with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes were dark and her posture at that time screamed: dominance.

'Sit back down.'

Mariko swallowed and made a pleading face.

'I will. Just please, please stop with the... you know... the things.'

Nemuri's expression changed, as she carefully examined Okaido. She smiled warmly, sparks brightening up her eyes.

'Are you a virgin?'

The sudden question confused the young student.

'Y-yea.'

'You are so adorably shy,' Kayama admitted. 'I love it.'

'Thanks?'

Mariko sat down on the bench. The entire time, when they were in the bathroom, Midnight observed her carefully.

'Do you like yourself?' Kayama asked.

The young girl felt the pro hero separating some strands from the rest of her hair, as she thought about the answer.

'Not really. I don't.'

'I thought so. I noticed you haven't looked into any mirrors at all.'

'Well, there isn't anything to look at,' Mariko said and Midnight grasped her shoulders, lifting her up.

'Let's see.'

The pro hero put Mariko in front of the least steamy mirror. The young woman made eye contact with the teacher, making the pro hero shake her head.

'Not me, look at yourself.'

Reluctantly, she shifted her gaze from Midnight to herself.

'What do you see?'

'Myself and a very pretty lady,' she laughed it off.

Kayama ran her hands through the student's hair, taking them in her palm.

'I see two pretty ladies. What do you not like? Treat it seriously, though.'

Mariko carefully inspected herself.

'I absolutely hate my eyes.'

'Why?'

She thought about it for a few long minutes.

'I don't like the color and the darker skin under my eyes.'

'Do you not like green?'

'No.'

'Why? It's a color of spring. It's very calming, very lively.' She brought her face next to Mariko's. 'Like mine. We match.'

Okaido considered the woman's words carefully.

'I think it's because they remind me of someone bad,' she said. 'The scars that I have.' She lifted her arms to see them in the mirror. 'The person who caused them had the same kind of eyes.'

'So you don't hate the color, but the memories connected with it,' Nemuri asked, slightly smiling.

Mariko lifted her gaze of the mirror, frowning.

'Yes. I guess.'

She looked back at the mirror.

'What else?' Kayama asked.

'I don't like my hair. The color is fine, I love black, but I feel like it doesn't go well with the green and overall... it just seems off. Same for eyebrows.'

'That's because you still think of it as a 'bad' color. When I saw you, I was immediately interested,' she admitted.

'Huh? Interested?' Mariko gasped.

'Yes,' Midnight lowered her eyelids, darkening her gaze seductively. It took Mariko a few seconds to understand the meaning.

'That's very flattering.'

Kayama smiled and let go of the girl's hair, putting it on her back. Then, she separated a few strands and placed them on her shoulders.

'As for the hairstyle, if you are down for it, I know exactly what to do. And also, never be scared of changing hair. It grows back.' She winked.

'Uhhh, yea? OK, yea, I'm down for it,' Mariko said after a moment.

'As for the eyebrows and eyes, I think it adds an edge to your look. The contrast between your dark hair and eyebrows against the bright, bright green, makes it hypnotizing and piercing. You just need to add a sprinkle of self-confidence, and I can assure you, that even some of your enemies will reconsider their life choices when seeing you.' Midnight informed, going back to her locker, to grab a set of sharp scissors.