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Midoriya Izuku couldn't be held responsible for this. Still, he felt committed to fixing this snag in his reality. It started innocently enough. If a pornographic doujinshi could be considered ‘innocent’.
Izuku wheezed at the sight of it. What kind of fan drew dirty doujinshi about him ? About Hero Deku? With Kacchan? Seriously?! Kacchan would...explode if he found out. Kacchan would burn the book to ashes first off. Then maybe he’d laugh in that sanity-devoid way that made Izuku's skin crawl. Burn down a building or four. Hopefully not this comic shop. Maybe it was best if—
Izuku hesitantly plucked the doujinshi from the shelf. He combed the racks for more and found himself relieved to see no other comics about them together. Romantically . There were a few others about Dynamight, but Izuku was only one man. He couldn’t take responsibility for Kacchan’s lust-crazed fans. Kacchan seemed unbothered by the idea of being sexualized. Although being sexualized with Hero Deku would probably be well outside Kacchan’s limits.
Now then, back to the primary focus of his shopping trip.
Izuku searched for another doujinshi—a fan-made comic on All Might that had an amazing story. He only glanced at the R18 section for a moment. Really! At twenty-one, he was certainly old enough to glance at whatever he wanted! He’d eyed the shelf for five seconds at most.
Izuku smothered a groan as he got a better look at his blushing face plastered across the cover. He arched shamelessly while Kacchan— of all people —was unzipping Hero Deku's costume. Yes. They were in costume. How mortifying. Thankfully the store was empty this early, so he didn’t have to hide the book while he browsed the other dojinshi.
Izuku pulled his hood down and adjusted his flu mask. He made his way to the counter with the desperate hope to avoid recognition. Izuku pulled the dojinshi-that-shall-not-be-named and the next installment of the All Might book out from under his arm. He made no eye contact with the pink-haired girl at the register as he paid and fled the shop.
He wasn't naive. He knew all too well that fandoms made porn. Loads of it. He knew there existed a dark corner of the All Might fandom he'd unintentionally stumbled across. And just no . That man was like a father to him. He didn't indulge in that edge of the fandom, even if he'd curiously dipped his toes in once or twice.
If he wanted anything erotic, he'd prefer to get it online in a digital copy. He was embarrassed that porn about him existed. Let alone him with Kacchan. His first instinct had been to keep anyone from reading something so obscene. Logically, he knew there had to be more copies. And more stories. But the thought of leaving the comic behind for someone else to use as erotic fodder made his face boiling hot.
Izuku shivered from the late-spring chill as he left. He seriously considered throwing the raunchy doujinshi in the trash. His emergency pager lit up on his phone before he had the chance. Even on his days off, he responded. Because how could he not? He wasn't number twenty-four for nothing.
Unzipping his backpack and stashing his purchases, Izuku shot off toward his agency so he could suit up and assist. He wasn't far. Ten minutes tops, and he’d be on the scene.
That was how the R18 doujinshi ended up back at his house, forgotten as he crashed into bed exhausted. Until it wasn't forgotten. Which resulted in all hell—or rather, Izuku's fanboy libido—breaking loose.