I woke to the soft sound of breathing next to me. Sunlight streamed through the room's thin curtains, casting everything in a pale yellow glow. Camie lay curled against my side, her blonde hair spilling across my chest, one leg thrown possessively over mine.
The memory of our night together brought a smile to my face. It wasn't the first time—far from it—but something felt different this morning.
I felt... incredible.
No exhaustion. No soreness. None of the pleasant fatigue that usually followed our nights together. Instead, energy hummed through my body, making my skin tingle with unused power. I flexed my fingers, half expecting to see green lightning crackling between them.
Was this One For All? This constant, thrumming vitality?
Camie stirred against me, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks before she blinked awake. Her brown eyes found mine immediately, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"Morning, superpower boy," she murmured, voice husky with sleep. "You look way too awake."
"I feel too awake," I admitted, running my fingers through her tangled hair. "Like I could run a marathon. Or three."
She pushed herself up on one elbow, studying my face. "Seriously? After last night?" A sly grin curved her lips. "Either I'm losing my touch, or this quirk is giving you some serious stamina upgrades."
"Definitely the quirk," I assured her, tugging her closer. "You're as... thorough as ever."
"Damn right." She pressed a quick kiss to my lips before sitting up fully, stretching her arms above her head. The movement emphasized the curves of her body, and I found myself staring appreciatively.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again," she remarked, catching my gaze. "You're secretly an incubus. And now you've got the supernatural powers to match."
I laughed, shaking my head. "I think that's a different kind of power transfer."
"You sure? Because—"
The door swung open without warning. We both froze as Recovery Girl stepped in, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of Camie in her sports bra, perched on the edge of my bed.
"Well," she said dryly, "this is certainly a lively recovery room this morning."
Camie didn't miss a beat. "Morning, Recovery Girl! Just keeping the patient's spirits up."
"I can see that." The elderly hero's gaze swept over us, taking in the rumpled bedsheets and Camie's state of undress. She raised one eyebrow, her expression somewhere between amusement and disapproval. "I trust there was no... strenuous activity with my patient?"
I cleared my throat. "Am I good to go now? I feel completely recovered."
Recovery Girl sighed, setting her tablet on the bedside table. "After I run some tests. Which would be easier to conduct if my patient weren't quite so... entertained."
Camie hopped off the bed, completely unabashed. "I'll give you guys some privacy." She grabbed her jacket from the chair, slipping it on over her sports bra. "I'll go call your mom, let her know you'll be out soon."
"Thanks," I said, fighting back a smile at her complete lack of embarrassment.
She winked at me, then bowed respectfully to Recovery Girl before gingerly walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Recovery Girl turned to me, hands on her hips. "That young lady is quite something."
"She is," I agreed, unable to keep the affection from my voice.
"Hmph. Well, let's see how our miraculous quirk awakening is progressing." She pulled up her chair beside the bed, her professional demeanor taking over. "How are you feeling this morning? And I mean physically, not romantically."
"Energized," I answered honestly. "More than I should be."
She hummed thoughtfully, pulling out a small device that resembled a handheld scanner. "Toshinori never mentioned increased energy as a side effect, but your situation is unique." She ran the scanner over my body, watching the readings on her tablet. "Your cellular activity is significantly elevated. Metabolism, cellular regeneration, neural pathways—all functioning at accelerated rates."
"Is that bad?"
"Not necessarily. Your body appears to be adapting to One For All more rapidly than expected." She set the scanner aside, peering at me over her glasses. "The quirk is integrating with your natural physical enhancements. The combination seems to be... complementary."
She tapped something into her tablet. "Your body is processing the quirk's energy more efficiently than Toshinori's ever did. Less wasted power, better distribution through your system."
"So that's why I feel so energized?"
"Partly." She gave me a knowing look. "Though I suspect certain activities might normally deplete that energy in a young man your age."
"About that—"
"Save it," she interrupted, holding up a hand. "What happens between consenting young adults is none of my business, so long as it doesn't interfere with your recovery." Her expression softened slightly. "And in this case, it seems your recovery is proceeding remarkably well, regardless of any... extracurricular activities."
She stood, moving to check the monitors beside my bed. "Your vital signs are perfect. Better than perfect, actually. And the quirk appears to be stable within your system." She turned back to me, her expression serious. "However, I still want you to proceed with caution. Just because you feel good doesn't mean you should push yourself too hard too quickly."
"I understand." I said, matching her seriousness. "I'll be careful."
"See that you are." She picked up her tablet again. "I'm clearing you for discharge, but I want you to check in with me daily for the next week. And no quirk use without supervision until I give you the all-clear."
I nodded, relieved to be getting out of the hospital. "Thank you, Recovery Girl."
"Don't thank me yet," she warned, heading for the door, then paused, glancing back at me. "Oh, and Midoriya? Please put the sheets in the hamper in the bathroom."
With that parting advice, she left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I slid out of bed, testing my legs. No weakness, no residual fatigue. If anything, I felt stronger than before. I walked to the window, looking out at the UA campus bathed in morning light. Somewhere out there, my classmates were going about their day, unaware that everything had changed. That I had changed.
The door opened again, and Camie slipped back in. "Your mom's on her way," she announced. "And she's bringing a change of clothes for you." She came to stand beside me at the window, her shoulder brushing mine. "What did the doc say?"
"I'm cleared to leave once my mom gets here." I turned to face her, taking her hands in mine. "Apparently, my body's processing One For All better than expected. More efficiently."
"So the super-stamina is a quirk thing?" She smirked. "Interesting. Very interesting."
"Camie..."
"What? I'm just considering the scientific implications." Her smirk widened. "We should probably run some tests. You know, for science."
I laughed, shaking my head at her shamelessness.
She squeezed my hands. "So what's the plan once you're sprung from this place?"
"Back to school Monday. Training under supervision. Learning to control the quirk."
"And will I be part of this supervision team?" she asked, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"I don't think that's what Recovery Girl had in mind," I chuckled.
"Shame." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping. "I have some very specific training regimens in mind."
"I bet you do." I released her hands to wrap an arm around her waist, drawing her against me. "But we should probably keep that part of my recovery private."
"Probably," she agreed, tilting her face up to mine. "Though I maintain my theory about you being an incubus. The evidence is compelling."
"What evidence?"
"Well, there's your supernatural stamina. Your inexplicable charm. The way you somehow got not one but three of the hottest girls in UA falling for you."
"Please," I scoffed, keeping my arm around her waist. "Yaoyorozu respects me as class rep, and Todoroki hasn't been on a date with me yet."
Camie pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Seriously? You can read an opponent's fighting style in seconds, but you miss this?" She shook her head, blonde waves bouncing with the motion. "And here I thought you were just being polite about it."
"About what, exactly?"
"About the arrangement," she said, as if it were obvious.
I frowned. "What arrangement?"
Camie's mouth opened, then closed. For once, she seemed at a loss for words. "Oh shit," she mumbled.
"Camie." I kept my voice level, but firm. "What arrangement?"
She bit her lower lip, a rare sign of genuine hesitation. "Okay, so... don't freak out."
"That's never a promising start to any conversation."
"I may have... talked with Yaomomo and Ice Queen. About you. About us." She gestured between us. "About... possibilities."
Ah… it's all coming together. The shared glances. The synchronized support offers. The way they'd been hovering around my hospital bed.
"You discussed sharing me?" I kept my tone neutral, watching her reaction.
"Not like that!" Camie protested, then paused. "Well, kinda like that, but not in a weird way. More like... acknowledging reality."
"And what reality is that?"
"That they're into you. That I'm into you. That you're... well, you." She gesticulated vaguely at my entire body. "And figuring out if we could all make that work without killing each other."
I released her waist and took a step back, running a hand through my hair.
"And what conclusion did you reach in this discussion?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"That it's complicated, but not impossible." Camie's eyes tracked my movements, gauging my reaction. "That you'd get final say, obviously. That we'd need ground rules. That Yaomomo's family would flip their shit, and Ice Queen's dad would probably try to murder you."
I snorted at that last point. "Endeavor already wants me dead after I called him out at the festival."
"Exactly," Camie nodded. "Which is why we needed to talk about it first, see if we could even make it work on our end before bringing it to you."
I moved back to the window, processing this information. Three intelligent, powerful, beautiful women were apparently interested in me. I might have found this surprising, but now? After everything I'd been through?
"You're not freaking out," Camie observed, coming to stand beside me again. "That's... not what I expected."
I glanced at her. "What did you expect?"
"I don't know. Sputtering? Denial? Awkward blushing?" She studied my face. "Instead you look like you're working out a tactical problem."
"I am, in a way." I turned to face her fully. "This isn't just about feelings. It's about practicalities. Responsibilities. If I were to consider something like this, I'd need to be able to provide for everyone involved."
Camie blinked. "Provide? What is this, the pre quirk era?"
"It's about respect," I clarified. "If multiple women are willing to share their lives with me, I owe them security and stability at the very least. Which means I need to get to number one hero status fast. I can't support three families otherwise."
Camie stared at me for a long moment, then burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you're serious! We're talking about dating, Izu, not marriage and babies right away."
"I think long-term," I said simply. "And I respect all of you enough to consider what that would mean."
Her laughter faded, replaced by something softer in her expression. "You know, sometimes I forget how different you are from other guys. Most would just be thinking about the... physical benefits."
"I'm thinking about those too," I admitted with a small smile. "But there's more to consider."
"Like asking Endeavor for his blessing?" Camie suggested, her mischievous grin returning. "After you told him to shut the hell up in front of the entire country?"
I grimaced, remembering the moment. The festival cameras had caught my outburst perfectly – the number two hero being publicly dressed down by a first-year student. The clip had gone viral.
"That might be... challenging," I conceded.
"Understatement of the century." Camie leaned against the windowsill. "But seriously, Izu. This doesn't have to be all formal and planned out. We can just... see where things go. Take it step by step."
I considered her words. She was right – I was approaching this like a military campaign rather than a relationship.
"You're right," I acknowledged. "But I still want to talk to them directly. Clear the air."
"Fair enough." She nodded. "Just maybe wait until you're out of the hospital? And wearing pants?"
I glanced down at my hospital gown and laughed. "Good point."
A knock at the door interrupted us. My mother poked her head in, smiling when she saw me up and about.
"You're looking better," she said, entering with a small duffel bag. "I brought you some clothes."
"Thanks, Mom." I took the bag, grateful for her thoughtfulness.
"I'll wait outside while you change," Camie said, heading for the door. She paused next to my mother, giving her a quick hug. "He's all yours, Mama Midoriya. "
After they left, I quickly changed into the clothes my mother had brought – comfortable jeans, a black t-shirt, and my favorite hoodie. The familiar clothing felt good after days in a hospital gown.
As I pulled on my shoes, I thought about Camie's revelation. Three women. An "arrangement." The idea wasn't as foreign to me as it should have been to a modern Japanese teenager. In my previous life, such arrangements weren't uncommon among the powerful. Different, yes, but not unheard of.
But this was a new world, with new rules and expectations. And these weren't just any women – they were my classmates, fellow heroes-in-training, each with their own strengths, personalities, and complications.
Yaoyorozu came from an elite family with likely traditional expectations. Todoroki carried the burden of her father's ambitions and her own complicated family history. And Camie, for all her outward confidence, had her own insecurities and needs.
Could something like this actually work? And more importantly, was it what I wanted?
I finished tying my shoes and stood, rolling my shoulders. One thing at a time. First, get home and recover properly. Then deal with... whatever this was.