LoamyCoffee: A wonderful army~ Can Genki's potential love interests survive their combined protective might?!

Re: Well, she/they only have something to worry about once word gets out.

OmniarchOnePunchSuperman: *Whimper* What did I just read? Genki's aunt is the second woman from his family that is just as terrifying if not more so than his mother.

Re: Most of his family are from Battle Shounen where all the characters model themselves after organisms that've had millions of years to turn themselves into apex predators within their own niches; i.e. insects. Spider-Man has the "proportional strength off a spider", so obviously anyone with the "proportional strength of a Hercules beetle" would be terrifying in their own right.

dperson3569: This was a weird chapter.

Re: It can't all be Muscle Tower/Dark Tournament arcs.

superpierce: love Genki he is a great character with a very original backstory.

Re: Thanks. I just got so tired of seeing so many Naruto crossovers, you know…?

*MHA*

"God that was so horribluuurrgh…!" Ochako groaned as she dry heaved into a trash can, the throng of estrogen-driven idol girls left far behind after a litany of hairpin turns and in-a-single-bound leaps over numerous buildings.

"There there…" Genki said rubbing her back with one hand and keeping her hair out of her face with the other. "Let it all out. You'll be fine. You did a great job back there."

"A… Arigatou…" Ochako said holding up a shaky thumbs-up, before returning to her retching.

"I really mean it. If you hadn't tag-teamed with me, I'd be a dead man right now," he complimented.

Had he said "if you hadn't combined with me", passerby would've given them strange looks.

Reason he didn't say that was because, now that he was in the Hero Course, he was extremely self-conscious about his public image, and thus knew when to keep his mouth shut.

A picture may've been worth a thousand words, but even one word taken out of context could do more damage than even the most grotesque of recorded images.

Then again, they were in Japan and the Age of Consent is different there than for a western audience.

Hmmm… Thought for another day, I suppose.

"Glad… Glad to be of… assistance…" Ochako groaned.

"How 'bout I buy you some takeout for saving me… And maybe some mouthwash," Genki offered.

"You don't have to…"

"No no, I insist. You really saved my bacon. Buying you dinner's the least I can do."

"Oh, uh, well, since you're offering… can I get ramen?" she asked bashfully.

"Whatever kind you want."

"And mochi?" she asked hopefully.

"As much mochi as you can carry."

"Arigatou…" Ochako nodded with a smile, still reeling from the dry-heaving.

"C'mon, let me help you up," Genki said throwing her arm over her shoulder, guiding her to a nice ramen joint.

*MHA*

After dropping by a convenience store and getting Ochako some mouthwash so the aftertaste wouldn't ruin dinner, Genki and Ochako stepped into a ramen shop within walking distance of the train station, Ochako's eyes going wide when she saw-

"D-D-D-D-Deku-kun?! What're you doing here!?" Ochako gawped at who was greeting them.

"G-G-G-G-Genki said you escaped his oneesamas " Izuku returned, a crimson flush dominating most of his face. "I-I-I-I wanted to make sure… you were alright, and Genki invited me to have an early dinner with you guys."

"You're welcome," Genki whispered into her ear, her cheeks flushing brighter. "Glad you could come, Izuku! So!" he said clapping a hand on their shoulders. "You decide who you're going to be interning with?"

*MHA*

"Gran Torino…?" Genki hummed as he ate from an extra-large bowl of ramen with everything in it, Ochako tackling much the same with gusto since she was being treated on the other side of Izuku.

"Y-Yeah… All Might recommended him to me," Izuku answered. "S-S-S-Since my Quirk is similar to his, he said his old teacher would be able to help me with mine."

"Well, I hope things go well for you then. Not that you don't have stopping power on your own, but breaking your fingers every time you use your Quirk… With how purple your fingers were turning, it was enough to make my stomach turn," Genki said sticking out his tongue. "Not to mention how much something like that would impact your popularity…"

"Y-Yes, I'm going to work very hard on that," Izuku answered, looking down at his scarred-up hand. "Good luck with Edgeshot."

"Yeah, I'll learn as much as I can," Genki nodded as he downed a deviled egg. "Ninjas might be a little niche, and not-so-little cliché, but until I can get my Cockroach King under control, I'll probably be an ambush-type hero like Alice-obasan."

"A-Another auntie…?" Izuku asked, his voice quivering.

"Ah, don't worry. Alice-san is much calmer than Kabutomushi-chan."

"Wait, that's her actual name?"

"She had it changed. Got really into her role as a hero once she graduated. Its less-popular to do that now, but back in the day it gained a bit of traction."

"So she dresses like… that, while on-duty?" he asked confusedly thinking back to the goth-loli.

"Her reputation precedes her as one of the strongest female Heroes in the country capable of bending steel with her bare hands. As a girl who can put just about anyone through a wall, it's hard for her to put down speedier villains if they can see her coming a mile away in her flashy costume, so sometimes she cosplays to hide in plain sight," Genki answered. "Of course, it helps she hasn't aged much since she was a teenager, so you can probably imagine what that's done for her fanbase."

"I-I really can't…" Izuku stammered.

"Ah, don't worry. You'll catch on eventually," he said sliding some bills under Izuku's hand, earning a confused look for the greenette. "Go treat that girl to some mochi, get in her good graces," he whispered causing Izuku to flush a brilliant shade of red as his eyes darted between the boy at his right and the girl on his left. "You're welcome~"

Slipping out of the ramen joint after his play at matchmaker, right as he was about to head for home, a massive hand grabbed onto his shoulder.

"UWAGH!" Genki screamed in fright, legs kicking out like pistons.

"Oh! Ow! Wait! Wait! It's me!"

"Jurota?" Genki blinked.

"You've got to help me!"

"With what!?"

"Miti-chan asked me out on a date after my internships, but I have no idea where to take her!" the hairy teen said with a panicked look on his face as he shook the smaller teen back and forth.

"Oh, so you're already on a first-name basis," Genki hummed plainly.

"Please help me! She's the most-beautiful girl I've ever seen and I don't wanna screw this up!" Jurota pleaded.

"Does it have to do with the hair?" he asked with a completely straight face.

" . . . Yes," Jurota answered after a moment.

"I'm not kink-shaming you, I just wanted to make sure," Genki stated. "All things considered, you're her ideal guy; tall, strong, lots of hair so she doesn't feel self-conscious about her own. I can't even begin to tell you how long it took that girl to shave her legs before she got comfortable in her own skin and stopped."

"She really did that?" Jurota blinked as he adjusted his spectacles. "She didn't seem the type."

"Oh yeah, she really came out of her shell after a few dance lessons and some fan letters," Genki nodded. "Now, seeing as how you're basically Miti-nip, here's a couple of things you'll need to know about her so you don't bomb the hot date you have lined up," he said in a change of tone, causing Jurota to blush under his fur. "Miti-oneesan likes to eat since she has a very active lifestyle, so barbecue's definitely the way to go; that being said, don't call her out on having 'a healthy appetite', she's still self-conscious about that and I'll shove those spectacles where the sun don't shine if you make her cry, capeesh?"

Jurota in turn nodded frantically.

"Next, she likes romantic walks on the beach, but not in the water; she hates that 'wet fur' smell and saltwater's murder on the hair."

Jurota scrambled for a piece of paper and started taking notes.

"Also, one of her fantasies is being 'rescued' from a band of 'punk perverts' looking for 'a good time', so don't be afraid to show off some muscle."

"Wait, seriously?" he asked incredulously, a furry brow raised.

"Well, to some extent every girl dreams of being 'rescued' by their dream guy, but that's not the point," Genki clarified. "I think it's just the novelty of being 'fought for' that she wants, but don't go looking for trouble. With a girl that pretty, trouble'll find you."

"I see…" Jurota hummed, scribbling it down. "You're… being awfully cool about this."

"Why? Because she's my 'oneesan'?" Genki returned. "She might not be blood, but I grew up with most of those girls, and I just want them to be happy, so if that means watching her reel in a good guy, well… You seem an okay sort to me, soooo…" he hummed throwing an arm over the teen's shoulder and drawing him down to eye level. "If you break Miti-chan's heart, I swear to god, I will turn you into the world's whiniest sock puppet."

"But-"

"Shoulder. Deep. Jurota!"

"R-R-Right, right!" the furry teen stammered, bowing frantically.

"Nice to see you understand my meaning," Genki said with a well-meaning smile. "Now, quit making so much noise. If any of my onee-samas are still skulking around they'll-"

"I heard Gen-chan's voice just now!"

"CrrrAAAAAP!" Genki cried as he ran away, a trio of Mutant-type girls rounding the corner before bolting after him.

"After hiiiiim!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"There's no barf girl nearby to save you this time!"

"We know where you live!"

"No you don't, otherwise you'd have just waited for me there!"

"Crap! He knows!"

Meanwhile, back at the ramen stand, left in Genki's wake was a very confused Mutant-Type teen, and two Emitter-Types awkwardly trying not to convey how awkward around one another they were.

*MHA*

AN:
Next chapter we get back to the action with the Internships Arc, I swear. Hopefully now that I can get back to the action, and the worldbuilding, it'll make up for the short chapters in the interrim.

GO BEYOND!

EXCELSIOR!