[Alright! So whilst I slowly get back to writing Anti Hero, I've decided to bring a brand new book out for you all to enjoy. This one will help me mentally remain stable as I use photos to write for Anti-Hero. IU hope you all enjoy, this book will be in the style of my RWBY Milfs of Remnant Book I had on my old account. So if you know that and liked it, stay tuned for this one! Let's get this this book... Where girls fight over you! Yay!]

[Basically, the story takes place at U.A. when Midnight, All Might, and other heroes are attending it. You're a student as well.]
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[Your POV]

"Can someone explain to me how this happened?"

"It is quite the sight? Isn't it? Ha! Ha! Ha!"

*Sigh* "Do you seriously have to laugh at a time like this, Toshinori?"

"Oh, come on, Enji. It is always best to laugh in danger! Like this! Ha! Ha! H--"

"Enough! And I already told you, call me Todoroki. Besides, no one is in danger."

"Well, you're kinda wrong there. I mean, (Y/n)'s the one in danger, really."

Ah, yes. Shota Aizawa. My good friend and classmate, the voice of reason, as ever. Alongside him was the energetic, always laughing blonde, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), and beside him, the tall brute with red hair, Enji Todoroki. My school friends, who, I sometimes wondered how we became a group, especially since we're all so different. Aizawa is the silent type, Enji is the reckless brute, and All Might is the golden boy. 

So where does that leave me? (Y/n) (L/n)...? I guess I'm the normal guy. At least, I was normal at one point. That all changed when a war broke out. A war...of Love. And that war was on full display in the U.A. cafeteria, where food, plates, and even literal tables could be seen getting thrown about. Why, you may ask? Well, for the most obvious reason, of course! 

Two girls who are totally out of my league somehow fell in love with me and formed some type of rivalry where I'm stuck between them! And worst of all...They're both smoking hot! But if you ask me, I don't know how I got to this point in my life? After all, just like everyone else, I simply wanted to come to U.A. to be a regular student. But that all changed on my first day when I met the first of two young girls who would somehow be twisted into my life!

[3rd Person POV]

--A Few Months Ago--

U.A. High School; the number one Pro Hero schooling system in all of Japan. For almost 25 years now U.A. has been the leading school to raise the future of heroics in Japan. Sure, there are plenty of other schools out there that teach such subjects as rescuing civilians, fighting villains, and saving lives, but none quite like U.A. So much so that every year the school receives thousands of applications from people all over the country looking to enter, but only a chosen few are accepted. It's with such low numbers that everyone who does apply to the entrance exam put their all into it, to do anything, if only to make their dreams of being a hero a reality.

And for the few who are chosen, they are given a first step into becoming a hero, where they are taught by heroes themselves. The people who risk their lives every day for the safety of those who cannot protect themselves. It's hard to think that something like this was even going on. 15 years ago heroes weren't even a thing, but now they're the talk of the world. No one is one one is they don't know a single hero. But still, it's a young time for heroes. But as the passing years have shown, more and more people are wanting to become nothing more than a hero. One such person was (Y/n) (L/n), a young boy who grew up in a small village outside Kyoto. 

There, he played games and lived the life of a child. But as he got older, he, too, got the bug to one day become a hero. And in present day, he's happy to say he's only a few months away. Having been one of the chosen few accepted into U.A., (Y/n) now found his everyday life being surrounded by other people who dreamed the same as him. And every day he got to meet real life heroes, who taught him everything they could so he could one day be like them. And he had been doing this for the last two years. Two years full of fun memories, good friends, and a life worth living. 

However, as he rolled onto his third and final year at U.A. the young boy was starting to understand the trials of being the very thing he dreamed of. After all, with his third year, came harder lessons in class, and more troubling experiences as a hero in training. Thankfully he managed to pass the various situations like the 'sidekick experience'; where he accompanied a hero and acted as their personal sidekick. And even managed to do well in the tournament roulette where U.A. battled other schools in showing what they had in order to get their Level 1 hero licence. 

However, the final months had more troubles (Y/n) wasn't prepared for...Paperwork. That's right, in the final months of schooling, every student was forced to go through a test where they were made to write down all they had learned over the three years in a system of questions that would even give the nerds in the general studies classes nightmares. Thankfully with the help of his friends, (Y/n) was managing to sneak pass the stress by working with those he had gathered a bond with over these years. Little did (Y/n) know, however, that the final test that blocked him off from living his dream was going to be the least of his worries. For that honour, was reserved for two other people in particular~

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Now, in U.A. there weren't just the heroes courses. There were others, such as the previously mentioned general studies. There were also Support Studies and management studies, just to name a few. Each subject having a plethora of classes to build up the one course. But for the hero courses, there were only 2 classes. Class 1-A; and Class 1-B. Now, both were pretty much the same surroundings, both taught how to be a hero. But people always wanted to be a part of Class 1-A, after all, it was always the first when thinking of the hero course. So, of course, (Y/n) wanted nothing more than to be a part of that one as well. And you know what... He didn't make it. But that didn't stop him from pursuing with his all in Class 1-B!

The reason this is being brought up is that the two people who were previously mentioned for holding the honour of bringing forth a wave of worries to the young boy were not in (Y/n)'s class, they were in Class 1-A. Which only made this story even more odd. One such person was Usagiyama Rumi, a tough and rough young girl with flowing white hair and long rabbit ears that prodded from atop her head in a similar colour. Now, Rumi was often given the description of tough and rough mainly because, well...That was the best way to describe her. She liked to fight, and she didn't like other people. She made that known any time she was forced to work in a team for one of her classes.

She hated it so much that one time she outright ditched her teammates in a Cavalry Battle during her first year in the Sports Festival. She did end up winning the game for her team, however. Even so, such a reputation left Rumi more of an...Outcast in her class, and everyday school life. But more so out of her own choosing, rather than by force. Now, Rumi wouldn't have it any other way. After all, whether same may think it wrong of her or not, she always saw herself as above the average, in her class of fellow eighteen Year Old's who were less than a year away from stepping out into the big world to become heroes. Rumi bought into this idea that she was better simply by watching the other students in their craft.

Sure, they made provided good directional aid, but only to alert Rumi into the direction of which villain she had to kick with her feet next. Ah, such was the life she dreamed for. At last, despite not being interested in the abilities of anyone else, Rumi was still forced to watch the others in everyday hero situations. Though, she normally would just try her best to ignore them. However, unfortunately for Rumi, there was one person in particular who she just couldn't ignore...For reasons that were still left unknown to her. That person was (Y/n) (L/n). Now, Rumi had, unfortunately, heard of this name before. Though not by choice. She knew he was a boy from one class over. She had first heard his name called out in one of the 'Practice Tournaments'.

Basically, they're where the two hero classes compete against one another. Whether in one on one's; two on two's; or even in groups of four. It was one of these clashes that Rumi was pinned against (Y/n), a boy who up to this point she had no clue who he was. Her eyes waywardly, just so happened to, wander up to the nearby screen when her rival was revealed. He was a fairly plain person with (H/c) hair and an average face...She was totally going to crush him! And crush him she did. The fight took no more than five minutes before it was over. Rumi eventually won after she used her speed to get around (Y/n) and take him out, all before he could even use his Quirk.

It left Rumi thrilled with her victory, though ultimately underwhelmed and annoyed that he didn't put up more of a fight. What annoyed her, even more, was the way he reacted upon realizing he had lost.

"And the winner is beautiful and deadly, Rumi! ...(Y/n), you lost."

The words were delivered by young Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), a student in (Y/n)'s class, who had chosen to set up an announcer's desk which he commented over until his chosen fight was up. The complete lack of emotion Yamada spoke with upon declaring (Y/n)'s defeat was enough for (Y/n) to groan as he got to his feet, all before ending in a chuckle.

(Y/n): "Did you really have to make it sound that bad?"

Hizashi: "What? I'm just stating the facts."

"Hizashi!"

Suddenly the blonde with long hair was forced to turn his gaze to the side, seconds before another of (Y/n)'s friends, Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) walked over and dragged his friend back over to where their class was. As for (Y/n), he laughed at the usual antics from the pair. All before dropping his head with a sigh.

(Y/n): "Dammit. I lost again, and without even getting a punch in." [Sighs] "Now I'm never going to be able to get my dream."

It was as he relished in this fact that (Y/n)'s gaze was directed ahead where his opponent could be seen walking his way. A wave of white hair accompanied Rumi's figure as she swayed her hips. She was in the process of leaving the small arena set up for the students to fight in, however, the exit just so happened to be in the same direction as where (Y/n) currently was. Seeing the girl approach him, (Y/n) took this as his opportunity to open up a conversation.

(Y/n): Hey, Rumi! That was great! You're gonna make one great--"

Rumi: "Don't talk to me."

(Y/n): "Alright! Awesome!" [Sighs and mutters] "...Thanks for the necessary character development. Now I know where we stand."

The final part came in nothing more than a silent groan as Rumi walked passed (Y/n), all the while not even offering him a second look. Now, you're probably wondering how things drastically take a change to what they will become. Well, the simple way to put it, is with a saying. 'Time can heal old wounds'. But in this case, 'Time can also reveal hidden treasures'. And one such treasure started to be found when it was announced for the next few weeks, both Class 1-A and 1-B would continue sparring with one another. And what was even more surprising was the fact that they'd continue to do so with the very person they fought this day.

Some were excited by the news, others couldn't be bothered, and then there was Rumi. She was outright annoyed that she had to waste everything to fight a boy who couldn't even land a single punch on her. Well, that was soon to change. Rumi found it hard to believe the shocked expression that dawned on her face when she felt the fist of (Y/n) collide with her face. A strike so long that it sent her flying back and tumbling on the ground. But that shock soon turned to anger when she saw the crowd starting to cheer for (Y/n). Rumi still didn't know how she managed to let her guard down to the point (Y/n) was able to get a hit in.

But the way the people cheered for him, and the smug grin he got on her lips drove the rabid bunny to make sure it never happened again. And it didn't...For that class. Over the next few weeks, however, (Y/n) was able to get the upper handle in his one on one with Rumi on multiple occasions. Now, sure, Rumi would come out on top in all the fights. But still, the points in which (Y/n) was able to prove his worth other than a simple guy who wasn't bad to look at annoyed Rumi beyond belief. So you can only imagine when the day came that (Y/n) won.

Hizashi: "(Y/n), he...h-he won? He actually won?"

Rumi: [Thoughts] "He won?"

As those words rang through her head Rumi's eyes snapped open to see her head pressed against the ground, her head slowly turning around to see (Y/n) was now being swallowed by the group of students from his class who cheered on his victory. It was that sight that made Rumi realize something. (Y/n) (L/n) was no longer some random student. He was a student she hated. And hate him for all he was worth was what Rumi put her mind to. This hate lead to constantly staring daggers at the young boy whenever they were in the same vicinity. Mainly the cafeteria or the student dorms in which they shared the same building.

It wasn't long before the other girls in her class, who Rumi had the unfortune, of sitting with in class, began to notice such. Most thought it wasn't much. But then there were a few who started to think of it as something else. It was when someone brought up that maybe Rumi had a crush on the young boy that the rabbit-eared young girl finally snapped. SHE LIKED (Y/N)?! HA! The thought made her laugh...Internally. As if she would like a guy like him. So what if she thought he was good to look at! It didn't mean she liked him! 

Wait... When did she ever think he was good to look at?

It was that thought that Rumi was left with as she continued to think up her revenge for (Y/n), the boy who had now made her a laughing stock of U.A. Well, that's what she thought. In reality, no one really cared. However, Rumi wasn't the only person who managed to have (Y/n) garnered towards them. As an old frog man once said...There is another. And that other person, in this case, was Kayama Nemuri (Midnight). Now, unlike Rumi, Kayama was much more of a people pleaser. Well, if you call being pleased to look at, then yeah, she was definitely a people pleaser. Now, normally people, especially girls, wouldn't so often like having a bunch of people fawn over you. Well, Kayama knew she garnered attention and she accepted it.

But it was nothing more than playful teasing for her. After all, she just found it adorable driving a boy crazy. Especially when it led to them being all flustered and unable to speak clearly because they have only three things currently circling in their head. This became so fun that Kayama would take every possible opportunity to bring her flirty and teasing nature to anyone she could. All so she could once again see a flustered face, a flustered face that was brought out because boys struggled to keep their minds in check. Well, most boys, anyway. As Kayama would soon come to understand when she met one boy who would become a big part of her life later on. That, of course, being none other than (Y/n) himself.

Now, just like Rumi, Kayama was in a different class to (Y/n), even so, there were opportunities for the pair to meet. One such being the day a few from Class 1-A and 1-B got together and went shopping in the city for school supplies. Of course, shopping for school supplies wasn't exactly something Kayama was interested in. She found it incredibly boring. She wanted to do something else. Something fun. That's when her eyes landed on an unsuspecting male, one who was yet to deal with her flirtatious nature. Without even knowing, (Y/n) was about to step into the den of a hungry lioness. And it all came about when (Y/n) was simply minding his business talking with his friends when out of nowhere he felt a pair of arms wrap around his own. 

Immediately his body twisted around, revealing the male to be in the process of drinking a box of juice from a straw. Though drinking the delicious drink soon became an afterthought when he saw Kayama, the person most considered to be the prettiest girl in the hero course, holding his arm. Her chest pushed right up against him, and the devilish smile she often carried pressed on her lips. Though, she decided to start with a more innocent-looking form of it. After all, she didn't want (Y/n) to run away. Upon seeing who it was, (Y/n) offered nothing more than a quick glance around, surprised a girl who he hadn't spoken to before, was now holding his arm and was smiling up at me.

(Y/n): "Uh... Hey?" 

The sound of juice being forced through the straw.

Kayama: "Hey, you're (Y/n), right?"

(Y/n): "Uh, yeah?" [Drinks Juice Slowly] "What's up?"

Kayama: [Thoughts] "What's up is I'm about to make you my own entertainment for the day~ Count yourself lucky." [Giggles] "Oh, nothing much. I just kinda standing by myself and I looking to talk to someone."

(Y/n): "Oh..."

A small period of silence followed as the pair came to a stop. The rest of the group stopped a little further ahead to look through the windows of various stores, allowing Kayam enough time to enact her plan.

Kayama: "So, you're the guy who defeated Rumi? Gotta say. She definitely won't forget that."

(Y/n): "Oh, yeah? She, uh...She kinda did carry that type of look on her face after it all happened." [Chuckles softly] "Speaking of Rumi, where is she? Doesn't she need school supplies?"

She did. But when she heard (Y/n) was going to be going with the group, she decided to stay back. After all, she didn't need to add more fuel tot he fire of having the young boy clog her mind up with thoughts of him. Kayama, of course, did not know this.

Kayama: "Oh, I don't know. She's not really one to do group activities."

(Y/n): "Oh, okay."

A hefty laugh follows from (Y/n), all before a pause of silence ensues. For a good while the pair just stood there, the silence of the world around them the only force of sound separating them. That was until Kayama finally broke the silence. Deciding to set her plan into phase 2.

Kayama: "Anyway, (Y/n), I was actually planning to go off on my own to get my school supplies. Though, I forgot that I'm going to need a big~ strong~ guy to help me carry all my things. Do you...Know anyone~"

The flirty smile she put on display was accompanied by a move that often got the boy's hearts racing. A simple place of her hand on their chest, a move she enacted with (Y/n). The final step was to offer a seemingly innocent glimmer in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to the boy in front of her. (Y/n) just looked down at her in silence, seeming to have fallen into Kayama's trap when--

(Y/n): "No. Not really. I mean, Enji (Endeavor) is pretty bulky. But I don't think he'd be the type of guy to help if you want to hold a conversation with them."

Kayama: "Oh, is that so~ Well, what about...Someone else~"

This time she spoke more soothing as she flicked her hair. Another act that had proven effective in the past.

(Y/n): "There's Toshinori (All Might). He loves to talk! Like, a lot! And loud. But he'd definitely be willing to help. I can go get him if you--"

He was in the process of spinning around when suddenly he was stopped by Kayama who grabbed his arm once more. The look of disbelief on his face was everpresent. She couldn't believe (Y/n) was this dense. It left her struggling to hide it as she returned her eyes to (Y/n).

Kayama: "Uh, how about someone else?"

(Y/n): "Aizawa?"

Kayama: "No."

(Y/n): "Hizashi?"

Kayama: "Noooo."

(Y/n): "Mi--"

Kayama: "You! I want you to help me!" [Realing she yelled] "I mean... If you wouldn't mind?"

In hopes of covering up her sudden snap, Kayama followed her words by fluttering her eyes about. Something that (Y/n) responded with by drinking his juice slowly. Once he gathered a mouthful he swallowed and replied.

(Y/n): "Oh, uh, yeah, sure. If you want. I mean, I've gotta get my own stuff. But, sure, I can help you carry yours if you wa--"

Kayama: "Great! Awesome! Let's go!"

Before (Y/n) even knew it he was being dragged away, however, it was not for gathering supplies as Kayama had previously mentioned. Now, sure, Kayama was shocked that her first attacks did nothing against (Y/n). Was he dense, or did he just not think she was hot...HaHaHaHa! That's ridiculous! He was obviously dense. Once decided, Kayama put away her defeats in the past and decided to kick it into another gear. So as the quest for shopping supplies ventured further, Kayama would try everything she could to bring out a flustered expression from (Y/n). However, (Y/n) was proving more and more difficult in that area.

No matter what she did, (Y/n) wouldn't get flustered. She 'accidentally' brush her arm against him whilst looking at binders? (Y/n) would pick out the binder he liked. She just so happened to step out in front of him when he was going to reach for a set of pencils, causing his hand to slip passed her head, forming a position that looked like he was about to kiss her? (Y/n) would reach for the set of pencils before apologizing. Even though he didn't know why. Heck! Kayama even bent over in front of him, yet, (Y/n) didn't even look at her. His gaze was too focused on a guy playing a videogame on the console set up for customers to use.

It was like he wasn't even a boy at all! Yet, this only drove Kayama further. To the point, she started wondering why she was trying so hard right now. But when she realized such, she immediately blocked that thought and went straight back to trying to make (Y/n) flustered! But in the end, nothing worked. That's why Kayama realized she needed to bring out the big guns. And those big guns were, of course, the two things all boys like. Boobs! And what better way to show off her boobs whilst still being half decent? Well, by wearing revealing clothing, of course! But the obvious thing was that clothing had nothing to do with school supplies.

Such was made known to (Y/n) when he found himself not in a store to get such things, but instead, he was seated on a white couch, juice box still in hand, as he aimlessly stares at a white curtain no more than ten meters in front of him. Behind which, Kayama currently stood, a flirty smirk running across her lips as she imagined the look on (Y/n)'s face 

Kayama: [Thoughts] "Alright, (Y/n). You don't think I'm pretty. Well, just you wait and see. This is gonna make your face explode! And if you're not careful, maybe something else too~"

The smirk on her lips only grew further as such thoughts entered Midnight's mind. All the while she continued to fit her body into the outfit she had picked out in order to capture (Y/n)'s attention. As for the male, he was starting to wonder why he was here. A thought process he had previously kept to himself...Until now.

(Y/n): "Um...Kayama? Why are we at the clothes store? I thought we were looking for school supplies?"

Kayama: "We are."

Her voice called out from behind the curtain.

(Y/n): "At a clothes store? What supplies do you need to get here?"

Kayama: "Just some more school uniform stuff."

(Y/n): "They sell those here?"

Kayama: "Um...No?"

The prolonged response led (Y/n) to narrow his gaze in a random direction and scratch his chin.

(Y/n): [Mutters] "Hmm...Something don't seem right about this. Shit is about to go down...I can sense it."

It was as (Y/n) finished his sentence Kayama's head poked out from between the curtains, instantly gathering his attention. Her hearty smile holding back wicked intent on full display. Though she made sure to add a seductive hint to it as well.

Kayama: "What's the matter, (Y/n)? I thought boys liked going shopping with girls?"

(Y/n): "I once saw a chair titled 'Man's Seat' at a store once. What does that tell you?" [True story]

He blankly said that, something Kayama wasn't expecting.

Kayama: "Oh, um...O-Okay. Anyway! I promise to be quick. I just want to try on this cute outfit real quickly. Then we can go get supplies or whatever."

(Y/n): "Alright. But why am I here exactly?"

Kayama: "Well, I need to get your thoughts on my outfit, duh~"

Before (Y/n) could respond, Kayama slowly pulled her head back in behind the curtain. Though not before offering (Y/n) her most seductive grin yet. Something that only confused (Y/n) further. So as the young boy sat there, Kayama applied her finishing touches, all the while continuing to speak behind the curtain, if only to rile him up more.

Kayama: "Tell me, (Y/n), do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

Kayama: "Aw~ Poor thing. A cutie like you shouldn't be allowed to go around without someone keeping you in check. Otherwise, you'll drive the girls crazy~"

A sheepish giggle followed.

"You think so?"

Kayama: "Oh, I know so." [Mumbles] "I mean, you must have something if Rumi won't stop looking at you."

"What was that?"

Kayama: "Nothing! Nothing! Just...Stay there, alright? I'm finally done!"

Upon realizing such Kayama's grin reached its limit, her hands slowly reaching out to grasp the edges of the curtain.

Kayama: "Alright, (Y/n)~ Now, don't be shy~ Why don't you just sit there and tell me what you think of me now. But it's alright if you can't talk. After all, most boys struggle to do that when--"

It was at this very moment that Kayama pulled back the curtain revealing her outfit to be an ultra-thin fabric suit, with black stockings that led down to latex boots. A similar latex was wrapped around her waist and stomach. All cupped together by a belt. However, such a sight that many at school would switch sides to see, was left for no one to witness. As (Y/n) was no longer on the couch where Kayama previously left him.

Kayama: "(Y/n)? Where did you go?"

It was at that moment she saw (Y/n) standing by the side about to leave, in his hands the various bags of shopping filled with school supplies the pair collected up to this point.

"Sorry, Kayama! I just got a text from Toshinori. Apparently, Enji got into a fight with this other guy at the arcade. I've gotta go sort it out."

Kayama: "O-Oh...Can't the others do it?"

(Y/n): [Chuckles slightly] "Uh, yeah. Enji is kinda like a wild wildebeest. My Quirk is the only one that can kinda bring him back to reality."

Kayama: "Oh, I see..."

Her head dropped slightly. Something (Y/n) noticed instantly.

(Y/n): "I'm sorry to leave suddenly. But I'll continue to carry around your stuff. When you're finished feel free to catch up with us."

Kayama: "Yeah...Okay..."

Her head remained low. But why did she feel like this? Was it because she hadn't yet made (Y/n) flustered? Surely! It wasn't because she was having fun hanging out with the boy up to this point and was disappointed to hear he had to leave. It obviously wasn't because of that...Obviously...

(Y/n): "Kayama..."

Kayama: [Looks up] "Yes?"

(Y/n): [Smiles] "You look really nice."

Instantly Kayama's disappointed expression swapped out for one of shock. She didn't know why. She had gotten compliments all the time. So...So why did this one stick out to her the most? Unfortunately, she never got an answer before (Y/n) had to leave after receiving a call from his friends. So, Kayama was left standing there, in her outfit. But her thoughts were no longer clouded with teasing (Y/n). But wondering why what he said made her chest feel heavy. It was a question Kayama didn't understand. But she'd come to. Another thing she'd also understand, was that when it came to Love...It was nothing but a war.

[Alright, there we go for the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. If you did feel free to vote and such as they do help out. Especially with this being my first new story on this account. But, yeah, thanks for reading everyone. Have a good week, and I'll see you again in a few days with another chapter!]