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Icey Hot to Snowstorm (Shoto to Anatasia TG)
🕑 Added 2021-04-07 22:00:02 +0000 UTCShoto Todoroki sighed as he walked past the scenery. It was hard to believe he was now a third-year student at UA. He wondered where all the time had gone and how so much could happen in so a little time. The fight with the League of Villains, All Might retiring and his father becoming the new number one hero. Now that he thought over it some more, he wondered if his class was cursed with everything that happened. At the very least it would explain why everything seemed to get worse and more insane as time passed. He wondered how crazier his school life would get before they finally graduated.
He thought over his life and how it had changed so much from when he first started at UA Academy to now. He had made many friends along with good memories during his time here. His friends changed his life so much from when he first began and helped him grow as a person. His social skills and his powers had grown immensely from when he first began. The fire and ice Quirk user still remembered how Izuku forced him to use his fire during their match during their first year.
Ever since then, it had been easier to call upon his fire powers now. The regret he would feel about using it and the fact he seemingly would be following his father's wishes. The memories he had of all the hardship he had been put through because of it were shoved aside and he could focus freely. It had helped his friends and himself from many situations over the years and looking back on them he wasn’t sure he would have been able to get out of them if he only used his ice powers.
Even so, he still felt as if he was disrespecting his mother by the fact he was using it. Despite all the time that had passed, he still couldn’t quite get over his issues with his father and his fire powers. There was this feeling gnawing at the back of his head that made him feel terrible about using his left side. Especially when he went to visit her at the hospital. She looked so fragile as if one wrong touch would cause her to shatter. He always worried that if he said the wrong thing it would send her over the edge again. It made a part of him that wished he was strong enough to only use his ice powers.
Whenever he was with her couldn’t help, but think about what his life was like back when they lived together. The fact he was the number one hero was something that still galled him after everything that man had put him and the rest of his family through. Despite all the attempts his father, Endeavor, had made to try and be better, he still couldn’t bring himself to open up to the man and was insulted by his attempts to bond. All the things he had done over the years to achieve his dream and all the pain he put them through as if had never happened. Now that he finally achieved what he wanted, he was willing to be nice.
It made the young man scoff. Even though he had been the number one here for some time and his attitude seemed to have improved he wondered if it would last. What if some hero came along and became the new number, one hero. Would he revert to his old habits and push him to surpass them, or would he be as he was now? It made it hard for him to approach or even listen to his words. They all felt hollow to him and he couldn't just forget the years he had to put up with Endeavor’s schemes, and training so that one day that man felt like he had surpassed All Might.
Shoto blinked when he saw a woman in the crowd that caught his attention. They were an alluring woman with long silvery-white hair that went down her back and had a black witch hat on her head. She had bright red eyes that looked like they could have been rubies. She wore a dark black dress that reminded Todoroki of a corset with a strap in between her breasts. Two brown belts with silver buckles were around her waist. She wore the bottom half of a dress that had large slits on the sides, revealing her tantalizing thighs to the world. Her legs were covered in dark brown stockings that were complemented by black stilettos that made her seem taller.
The most noticeable thing about her was her huge bustline. Shoto had seen large breasts before, especially in skimpy outfits like Midnight’s and Mt Lady’s. The melons on her chest were easily the largest he had ever seen in his life. Each one of her boobs looked like they could rival if not exceeded her head when it came to size and despite his immense control, he wanted to reach out and see if they were real. Either way, he was grateful that Mineta wasn’t here. He did not doubt that he would have fallen for whatever scheme or trick she had in mind if she had less than noble intentions.
He tried to think about all the heroes and villains that he knew about and if any of them were like her. There was no way a normal citizen would go out in a dress like that, it would draw too much attention. If they were a villain then they surely wouldn’t have gotten attention. If they were a hero then some of the people here would have muttered about her in awe as she passed. Instead, all of them continued as if she was just another citizen in the crowd. She might have been a new one, but even then people would talk about her. He wished he had Midoriya’s knowledge of everything related to heroes and villains right now. It would have made his life a little easier.
The woman looked over the crowd and her eyes landed on him. The moment she saw him a soft delicate smile graced her face as if she was seeing a wonderful show. She walked toward him, her steps filled with purpose. Her hips swayed side to side, almost as if she was trying to seduce someone. She stopped in front of him, and the witch-themed woman said in a heavily accented seductive voice. “Excuse me, young man.”
Shoto narrowed his eyes as he fought the blush on his face and thought over her looks and her accent. From the way she spoke alone, he could say for certain that they weren’t around here. There were also her physical features as well. The way her eyes were along with her facial features reminded him somewhat of the American student Pony from class 1-B. The woman looked European maybe Russian if he had to narrow it down with her accent. He couldn’t say for sure where it was from, but he was willing to say from the way she spoke that she might be Russian.
“Can I help you?” Shoto asked warily.
“I was wondering if we could talk in private? I have an offer I would like to give you,” the witch girl said.
“I’m not interested,” Todoroki said sternly as he turned to walk away.
“This is a special one time offer that I don’t think you would want to miss out on,” the woman said.
Shoto stopped and stared at the woman again, the way she looked at him was one who had a clear goal in mind. There wasn’t anything malevolent, but there was something she wanted from him. The look in her eyes said she needed to speak to him, and hoped that he would. He couldn’t tell what she would do if he said no and his mind went to the worst possible outcome. If a fight were to break out here, then it would be best if it was out of the public eye. He could easily send out a call for help but sending out a massive wave of fire into the sky or a cone of cold.
“Depends on what you want to talk about,” Shoto said.
“This kind of offer would be best to have elsewhere. The last thing we want is too many prying ears saying what I have in mind,” the witch said. “Don’t worry we won't have to go far and just find an open space nearby.”
“Fine,” Todoroki said.
The two looked for an open space out of the public eye and went down an alleyway. They didn’t go too far in it. They were just out of the public eye, but if something were to happen he had means of getting away or signaling for help. He could use one of his sides and send out a pillar of fire or ice. Then people would no doubt call it in and panic. It might earn him a bit of trouble, but if he could run away and keep her busy then it should be enough to prevent him from being too bad.
“Now what do you want,” Shoto said.
“I know who you are and your Quirk. What if I were to tell you that I could alter it for you?”
“Alter it?” Todoroki said.
“Yes… my Quirk allows me to do a variety of things, one of which is to alter a Quirk and how it functions or even take it. I know about you and your father, and how you two aren’t...close, so
I’ll take the fire half of your powers off your hands, and in return, I’ll boost your ice powers to such a level that you won’t need your flame powers. You would be able to make your ice powers so powerful that you would be able to make ice so cold that it burns people,” the witch said.
Shoto narrowed his eyes at the woman. It sounded too good to be true, and if it did, that meant it was, and there had to be a catch. There had been ways to destroy a Quirk, something Mirio Togata had gone through. As far as he knew there was no way to modify a Quirk to such a degree. Then again, no one had heard about a Quirk destroying drug until recently. Perhaps some organizations had pushed the destruction of quirks to the next level and experimented and so they decided to see if they modify Quirks. If that was the case then it was a can of worms that was going to attract attention from everyone. And he was willing to bet his father his would get in on it.
“And what would I have to do for you to do so?” Shoto asked.
“All you have to do is shake my hand,” the witch said, and he held his hand out for him to shake. “You don’t have to go anywhere at a specific time. No need to take any drugs, or get hooked up to any special machinery. Just shake my hand and your life will be changed forever.”
The young man stared at the limb as if it was a cheap fake hand that would fall off the moment he grabbed it. It had to be a bluff. There was no way that her Quirk had the kind of power she was saying. Eri’s Quirk might have been able to in the future, considering her ability had been used to create the Quirk Destroying bullets. Still, it didn’t mean he should throw away the possibility. Her power might affect how he fights, but he doubted it would cause him to suddenly lose his Quirk.
Shoto stared at her open hand trying to see if he could find some hidden secret sign or something off about it to say no. He looked at her face and saw the woman still had the same peaceful disarming smile as if the two of them were friends about to make a deal rather than two strangers that just met. It annoyed him and made him think that she wasn’t taking him seriously at all, despite her being the one to approach him. Still, it worked in his favor if this was a trap since he could turn the table on her.
As insulted as he was by the woman, the anger he had for his father came forward. It raged and reminded him of everything that man had done to surpass All Might. Wouldn’t getting rid of the part of his power that came from his father be the ultimate form of spite? Wouldn’t it be great to no longer be compared to that man when it comes to using the fire half of his Quirk? To finally be free of the stain on his being what his father wanted and having to work harder.
Ever since it was discovered that he had both of his parent’s Quirks his life had been terrible, with how hard his father pushed him, berated him for his choices. That man had cared nothing for his family unless they could help in his goal to surpass All Might. He still remembered what had happened to his brother, Touya, and how hard he pushed himself to be a hero, even when it hurt him and in the end, dying because of him. If he never had his father’s Qurik then he would have been free to live his life and wouldn’t be stuck in his father’s shadow. He caught himself before he went deeper off his tangent. He couldn’t afford to let himself get lost in the past and the bitterness for his fireside now. And as bad as his father was, his home life wasn’t terrible since his siblings were there.
Shoto grimaced at his train of thought. He didn’t think it would still affect him to this level after all the thought he had gone through with his friends helping him. He looked at his right arm and imagined it engulfed in flames, memories of the first time he had used coming forth. All the training sessions he had, learning to master it, and when he used it in the field. It had saved his friends and had done good, something he had never thought it could do before he joined UA. Back then, he had thought the only thing it could do was destroy and ruin things.
Even so, despite all the evidence his brain had told him, the angry bitter voice in his hair didn’t cease. All the good his flames had done over the years still couldn’t overcome the bitterness he felt for his father. Even now when he looked back he couldn’t help but hate how he was forced to develop the other half of his powers. It kept coming back and made him want to stop using the fire half of his powers again and shove it away. To once again renew the vow he had made so that he would never use them again.
Still, he wondered what his life would have been like if he had never developed the fire powers of his father and only had the ice side of his mother. What his life would be like if he didn’t have the expectations that his father and others had of him because of what his Quirk could do. Would he have had the same freedom as his siblings, who were able to pursue their passions and desires without issues? Would he have more siblings because of his father trying to get another that had both of their abilities? Would he never have to follow any of the demands that man had for him?
The more he thought about it, the more pleasing it was to think. He could have been a hero on his own standing rather than one who was seen as the son of Enji Todoroki. Some might still say who his father was, but they wouldn’t be as quick to say so since the comparison wouldn’t be there. Not to mention what he would be like as a person. He wouldn’t have the anger and bitterness that he had inside of him. He might have made more friends, or be someone completely different.
His friends might tell him not to do it, that the woman was lying and even if it was true they should not take a risk, but in the end, it was his. He acknowledged that she might be with the Yakuza or the League of Villains, but he didn’t care. It was his power, not his father’s, and he could use it to do so much good and had done more with it. No matter how much good his friends and teachers say he could do or had done this was his decision. And the more he thought about it, the more certain he was about what he wanted.
“Well, kid do you want to be free of your father’s shadow or not?” The woman asked. “We both have precious time that can’t be wasted.”
“Yes, I want it more than anything,” Todoroki said and grabbed the woman’s hand. He was surprised by how rough it was as he stared at her intently. Nothing seemed to happen, The smile on the woman’s face grew, making him frown and wonder what she was about to do. He could still feel his fire powers and call upon them if he needed to. If she tried something then he could use his ice powers to freeze her in place. She might be aware of what he could do, but that didn’t mean she could react fast enough for it.
Suddenly, Todoroki’s arm lit up as fire appeared on his side, making his eyes widen in shock. He tried to turn it off, but it refused to obey his will as if it wasn’t his own. He looked at the witch, who didn’t seem at all fazed by the fact that his arm was on fire, not even wincing slightly in pain. The flame of fire grew and suddenly started getting smaller. It crawled down his arm almost as if it was a living animal. The young man watched in awe as it did, not sure how to feel. He was amazed, horrified, and awed by it. The moment it was fully over her arm the fire broke and disappeared.
The witch pulled her hand out of his with ease as Todoroki tried to call upon his fire powers, but not even a small ember had formed at the tips of his fingers or in the palm of his hand. He looked at his other arm and called upon his ice powers and they formed with ease. A ball of mixed feelings that he couldn’t identify formed in his stomach and sat there like a led weight.
He could already imagine his friends and teacher’s reactions when they found out what he had done. The first thing they would probably feel was anger at what had happened to him and try to get revenge for him. He had no doubt they were going to be disappointed when he fully explained things to them, but he would tell them everything he could about the witch, at least so she could be investigated. Something like this was something they would want to know immediately and find out more about her. A person with this kind of power was someone both hero and villain would like on their side and if she joined the villains it could only be bad news.
He looked back at the witch, wondering what she thought about all of this. The grin on her face broadened as she giggled in glee. The young man narrowed his eyes at her, at how happy she was. There was almost a mischievous giggle to it as if she had just gotten away with a prank or was about to see one happen. Now he was waiting for the catch or something to happen now that she got what she wanted from him.
“And there you go, I have kept my end of the deal,” the witch said and raised her hand. A ball of fire appeared in the palm of her hand before she closed it. She opened her hands again and small balls of fire appeared at the ends of her fingers like matches lit, something that surprised the young man.
“You said that you could alter my Quirk?” Shoto said. Even though she made them, he knew instinctively that they were his.
“Yeah, but that fire side of yours had to go somewhere so I made it my own!” The witch said gleefully as if she had just gotten a new favorite toy.
Suddenly Shoto’s body started to ache and burn as if Endeavor was training him all over again. He gasped as his head pounded like he had taken a strong punch from Izuku. He held his chest and stumbled back. The young man breathed deeply in and out as if he had just run a marathon after firing both sides for hours. He had to be suffering some sort of reaction from her powers. It was the only thing that made sense.
The young man hissed in pain as his body started to hurt more, almost as if he was being crushed in. The whole world started to look larger to him. He gulped and tried to focus on what was happening to him, but it was getting increasingly difficult the larger it got. His clothes felt off on his body and he looked at them. He watched the sleeves of his shirt intently. After a moment of examination he realized that his clothes weren’t growing larger, he was getting smaller.
“W-What?” Shoto demanded. “What did you do?”
“Well I took your fireside after all and boosted your ice side like I said I would,” the witch shrugged. “Your body just needs a minute to adjust to the changes.”
The young man mentally berated himself, he should have known something like this would have side effects or she would pull something on him. He couldn't believe he acted so hastily and listened to what she had been saying. Now he was paying the price and not only lost the fire part of his abilities but also suffering from what she had done. He shouldn’t have rushed into this blindly just because there was some way to spite his father. When he got out of this he would have to do something about his feelings for his father and make sure they didn’t rule him.
The white part of Shoto’s hair started to grow larger as if bleach had fallen on his dark red hair. The white in his changing hair color continued to push out against the red in his hair, consuming subverting it, until his hair was completely snow white. It billowed down his back like running water and he flinched as it traveled down his body as if it was a hoard of spiders that were crawling down his body. He grabbed the soft locks of hair and pulled at them as if doing so would cause it to return to normal. The young man winced in pain and pulled harder as they continued to grow, but they remained their new length. He let go of his hair as it finished growing, now reaching down his lower back, brushing against his butt.
“W-What?” Todoroki gasped, not sure what to make of his now long hair. He had never let his hair grow this long in his life and was surprised by the weight behind it.
The white-haired young man’s right eye burned as if he had gotten soap into it. He rubbed it and the irritation in it intensified as if more had gotten into it. He had been hit harder than this before and yet for some reason this pain in his eye was worse. The young man tried to force his eye open, but it quivered and fought him as it had a will of its own. When it finally stopped he let out a breath.
“Now your eyes perfectly match,” the witch said, she summoned a small piece of ice in her hand and held it in front of the young man as if it was a mirror.
Todoroki blinked as he stared at his changed reflection. If it wasn’t for the eye color then he would have looked like a younger version of his brother Natsuo with longer hair. The hair was a big shock for him and if he hadn’t felt it already he would have wondered if it was truly him he was seeing. This had to be some sort of illusion he was seeing. If that woman was able to take a part of his power then she had to have stolen others over the years. Still, with his hair, he was almost a few steps away from looking like his mother.
As if responding to the thought his face started to ache. The scarred tissue on his face burned as if the accident that caused to happen in the first place was happening all over again. When his face no longer burned, he moved his hand and gasped at the sight of his soft clean flesh looking back at him as his cheekbones and jaw started to move. A faint popping noise filled his ears as if something was being pulled into new slots. He grabbed his jaw and jumped at feeling the bone inside move. The young man moaned and gripped his jaw harder as it continued to change. He poked his face and panic filled his being as the changes continued.
“Ahhhh,” Todoroki moaned as his face finished changing.
Suddenly, his face felt as if jelly had gotten on it. He rubbed his face as if he was trying to wipe it off. As he did his thin lips felt wrong and prodded them nervously, feeling a little more cushion there than he did before. He puckered his lips as if he had applied chapstick to them and let out a small pop. The young man’s lips continued to grow into plump kissable lips that would fill men's fantasies with sexual and romantic thoughts.
His nose felt as if someone was roughly pinching it. It gave into whatever power was being used on it and got smaller. The changing boy flinched at his nose let out a popping noise as it continued to morph and get smaller. Soon, it stopped changing and the young man let out a pleased breath that the transformation was over. He traced his nose and couldn't feel any familiarity to its old self, and was now more arched. He closed one of his eyes and saw his nostrils were smaller and the curve of his nose was different as well.
For a moment he raised his other arm to blast her with a wave of fire but instead of powerful flames, a cone of cold left his hand. The witch jumped into the air, avoiding the blast. She snapped her finger and a cloud cushion appeared under her. The alleyway was coated with ice, the windows completely covered in sheets of ice. The floor was coated in large pillars of ice and sleet as if he had pushed himself more than he had.
Shoto stared at his arm in shock. This was the first time he had ever been able to use it from this arm. The strength behind it was greater as well. It would have been more draining to get this kind of result usually. Now it was almost as if he didn’t feel it all. Somehow he knew he could pull that same kind of power out again with ease if he had to.
“As you can see I did hold my end of the deal,” the witchy Quirk user said as she floated lower “There is nothing to be upset about.”
“On that, we will have to disagree,” Shoto spat hatefully as he glared at the witch.
“A shame, since I did hold my end of the deal. Perhaps a little more time is needed before we can come into agreement on the matter,” the witch said and flew up a little higher.
Shoto blinked as his clothes moved against his body in an unfamiliar way. They were rougher as if they hadn’t been washed in a while. He inspected his body real quick and noticed that the hair on the back of his hands was gone. He touched his chest where there had been some chest hair and didn’t feel anything there. The changing young man frowned. He didn’t need to feel the rest of his body to know that his body had lost all of the body hair below his brows.
The young man’s arms started to feel off. He looked at his hands and gasped when he saw that his nails were longer and more refined, the dirt and grime under them gone. The nails were cleaner, more elegant, looking similar to his mother or his sister’s nails after they finished working on them. The back of his hands started to clean up. Some of the small scars and marks from training were gone in seconds. His fingers went numb as if he had been using his ice powers repeatedly. He tried to curl and move his fingers and he could do so but it was slow and almost agonizing. His fingers started to get smaller as if he was shrinking again. He looked around at the rest of the world and it still looked the same.
His hips suddenly snapped wider, as if a bomb had gone off. The young man screamed in pain and held them. The former white and red-haired boy gulped at the feeling of his own hips not quite sure what to make of them. They felt nice, almost perfect against his hands, but there was no way he could be comfortable in them. Not with what was happening to him and the entire situation. They surged slightly with pleasure from his grabbing and knew that if they were on another girl then they would have been quite arousing.
His legs started to feel off and he fell to his knees. The top of his pants started to get even tighter as his thighs started to blow up in size. The lost matter seemingly returning to his body. They crushed his junk and against the confines of his pants. His loose pants which he had trouble keeping on before had gotten tighter and now clung to his frame, unwittingly showing off his morphing body. The change traveled down his body, causing the rest of his legs to slim down as if they were pieces of ham that were being cut off. He could feel his lower pants loosening up as they changed. When the change reached his feet they quickly shrunk and became small cute petite feet that barely held his shoes in place.
“Oooohhh!” Shoto gasped as if he had just been punched between his legs. He instinctively held his masculinity and gulped as his legs quivered. He slowly pulled his hands and suddenly his spine felt as if someone had shocked him.
He looked down and saw his manhood tented the front of his pants and he blushed at such an erection out in public. His face darkened further at the naughty giggle the witch was making. The white-haired woman tried to adjust her pants, but it quickly proved futile and aroused the transforming boy further. His hands moved to hide the erection from view, but the moment his hands touched them he let out an aroused moan and his legs quivered once more. Pleasure suddenly coursed through his being and he continued to fondle his change changing privates. The young man couldn’t bring himself to stop as he gently caressed and squeezed his manhood through his clothes. He could feel his privates start moving and his crotch burned the more he did so.
The changing young man knew that he should try to stop this, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He increased his fondling and the pleasure shot through his spine increased tenfold. He increased his pace and moaned louder than before. The witches’ giggles filled the area, but he didn’t care. Anyone could have walked into the alleyway and recorded what he was doing, but he wouldn’t have cared. The only thing he focused on what was happening to him right now.
His masculinity continued to get smaller as his hands continued to caress them, unwittingly pushing them further up. The young man could feel the change that was happening to his body, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. What he was feeling now was too great for him to pass up. The thought of trying to stop the changes was now the furthest thing from his mind. The only thing he wanted to do was see how much more he could gain from pleasing himself.
The shaft of his penis got smaller until only the head of his penis remained. The pleasure that he felt suddenly decreased, giving him a moment’s clarity to wonder why it suddenly stopped. The young man frowned as he breathed heavily, annoyed by the sudden decrease in his excitement. He pressed down on the top of his masculinity and he screamed in arousal. His balls quickly followed suit and the moment they were inside his body, his testicles changed and morphed into a pair of ovaries. A new pair of burning folds formed between his legs, completing his gender change into a girl.
“Ahhh!” Shoto cried as the now former young man’s eyes rolled in the back of her head and the strength in her legs gave out under her. She fell onto the ground, but couldn’t bring herself to care about what might happen to her next. The fog in her mind was so prevalent that a villain could have stared down at her, and she wouldn’t have minded at all. So long as she could continue to please herself as she had, she wouldn’t care.
She sat there, panting tiredly, her hands pressed into her new aching crotch. Her mouth was dry and licked her lips as if she needed a long drink. She gulped down her saliva and it did little to alleviate her thirst. She licked her dry lips and puckered them. Lewd thought of seeing what this body was like in its entirety came to her, and she pressed her fingers down on the folds of her new womanhood.
The surge from her new legs made her bite her lips. The beautiful young woman shakily got up and swayed from side to side as if she was about to tip over. She took a large gulp of air and managed to steady herself. The world spun around her, but she refused to lose focus.
She eyed the witch, her body feeling warm as more perverse thoughts pounded against her skull. She tried to recall what exactly she was angry about, but couldn’t.
The new girl’s posterior started to swell in size. Her bottom swelled against the confines of her pants, her cheeks getting more pronounced against the confines of her pants. Her underwear sneaked between her cheeks and the legs of her boxers pressed tighter on her thighs, giving her a wedgie. She grabbed the back of her cheeks and tried to adjust them but because of her swelling rump whatever adjustments she made was quickly squashed in mere seconds. Soon her hindquarters finished swelling into a large heart-shaped buttocks that would have caught many people’s eyes.
The new young woman breathed heavily in and out as she held her chest. Her fingers brushed against her hard nipples and she could vaguely tell they were larger than they were previously. She pulled and twisted them, making her mewl as her chest started to swell, pushing her dainty hands further away. Drool escaped the corner of her mouth and trailed down her cheek. She squeezed and groped her chest, savoring the erotic feelings that coursed through her body like lightning bolts. Her developing chest became too large for her hands to contain and poured out between her fingers. Their growth slowed when they were larger than Mt. Lady and Midnight’s, whose busts looked like fully ripe apples. Her breasts finished growing when they became an immense EE-cup that looked just as impressive on her frame as the witch’s even though they weren’t the same size.
The young woman wobbly walked to the wall and leaned down. She continued to tiredly fondle her bust and closed her eyes in pleasure. She turned to the witch, who continued to watch with the same gleeful smile and smiled like an idiot at her. After several more delighted groping, she ceased playing with herself and slid down the wall. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she started to sleep peacefully against the wall. She snored in and out with a content smile on her face, her chest slowly rising up and down.
The witch smiled and blew a kiss at the sleeping girl. Now that the transformation was done the witch flew down to the ground. Seeing the person she talked into changing was always entertaining. It almost made the power she got from them seem like gravy. With a flick of her wrists, she cast one small spell that would hide the girl from view so no one accidentally stumbled upon her. No one should take advantage of a sleeping girl and rightfully deserved whatever punishment they got for doing so. With a flick of her wrist, her school uniform adjusted to her body, as if they were a girl’s outfit from the beginning. The witch said, “Take care little girl, if you ever need any help in the future then I would be glad to assist you if we meet again.”
The Russian girl floated higher into the air, vanishing from view. The ice from the new girl’s attacks quickly melted away, far faster than it should have normally. None saw the witch fly into the sky, and no one came to look in the alley, even people in the building the ice had been attached to. After some time, the former fire and ice user woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and she said as she waved side to side. “Where am I?”
She tried to recall what happened earlier, but there was a massive blank. One moment she was walking to the school for some reason, but couldn’t quite remember, or what happened. The fog in her mind started to clear the longer she thought about it. She remembered that she needed to get to school. There was to be an important meeting there, considering internships at agencies again, along with some new uniforms. Still, she couldn’t quite remember what happened before she woke up here. The young woman sighed and pulled out her phone to check. Her eyes widened and she put it back in her pocket.
“I need to hurry,” Anastasia said and quickly started running.
The young woman quickly rushed to the school, intent on getting there soon. She couldn’t believe she had seemingly fallen asleep in an alley and lost track of time. She had always prided herself on her punctuality and maintaining her schedule, but this way something else entirely. To suddenly just lose track entirely was a gross misconduct on her part, especially in such a place. If she could, she would have her powers to get there faster by creating an ice bridge, but that would have gotten her in trouble with the local heroes and police. And that wasn’t even considering all the damage it would have caused in the neighborhood.
The school came in sight and she moved a little faster, using her ice powers to keep her cool. Her muscles would still burn, but using her powers would keep them from burning. Using them for something like this was as easy to her as breathing to her. Soon, she arrived at the school and ran inside the auditorium. She ignored her classmates and went straight to the person by the rack with the new costumes.
“Excuse me I need to pick up my new costume,” the white-haired girl said. “My name is Anastasia.”
“Just one moment,” the woman said as she looked over the clipboard for her name. After a moment she smiled and looked over the rack to find her new costume. After she found it, she pulled it off and gave it to the young woman to put on. “We have your new costume ready for you. I hope you like it.”
Anastasia took it and went to the girls’ locker room to change into it. She stepped inside the room and saw a few girls talking to each other. She paid them little thought as she went to her locker and stripped out of her clothes. She unwrapped her new uniform with a hopeful expression and breathed in and out. The young woman grabbed the fabric and ran it over in her hands, admiring the soft fabric of it. A pleased smile crossed her face as she slowly changed into it. When she was finished getting ready, the young woman picked up the Chinese fan that came with it and stared at herself in the mirror.
Anastasia smiled, her jubilation growing the more she stared at herself. She looked like she could have been a Chinese princess with how the dress looked on her. The young woman could easily imagine the reactions she would get from others when they saw her. She was grateful Mineta wasn’t around. He would have killed whatever good mood she was trying to set up, especially for one special boy in particular.
The young woman stepped out of the room, her fan folded out and hiding the lower part of her face as she looked around. She had gotten this hero uniform setup partially because she preferred having a more refined look, and because she thought Izuku would like how she looked dressed in it. The two of them had been dating for some time and she had kept it a secret from him. She had wanted to surprise him when it was done and see for herself how he would react.
The young woman saw Izuku talking with Kirishima and smiled. She went over to them, a delicious idea for her forming(?). She didn’t announce her presence as she got closer and was grateful to see Kirishima didn’t say anything at her approach. She could tell he was trying to stop himself from grinning at her approach. When she was close enough, she playfully pecked Izuku on the cheek, causing him to blush brightly.
“A-Anastasia!” Izuku cried, his voice squeaking as he stared at his girlfriend. Even after all these years, he couldn’t help but blush as he eyed her body. His eyes landed on her chest, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. He knew she was big in that department, but her dress made her breasts look even larger. He gulped and had to force himself to look away from them.
Anastasia giggled as she watched him look at her with a dark blush. The green-haired boy was so cute when he blushed so brightly and got flustered over every little thing. It was a habit of his she was hoping to help break out of him. Especially if they took the next step one day. It would be bad if they got married one day and the young man got too embarrassed to do anything, just because of a few kisses after all.
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hawk Mitora
Aw, thought it was gonna be the idol anastasia
