Tsuyu Asui, Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyaozoru, and Toru Hagakure were invited to Mina Ashido's dorm for a small get-together. The pinkette was interested in wanting a mani-pedi and she knew the right girls that would be interested in painting each other's nails.

Toru was looking in the mirror as she always does - trying to see which of her friend's breasts are bigger. "Mmm, I think Mina might have bigger breast than mine." She pouted. "Oh, shoot!" She looked at the glass of milk she was consuming. The poor invisible girl still believed in the old wives tale. "Damn you 2% for not making my juggs bigger."

Tsuyu laughed while Ochako was painting the frog girl's nails. "Relax, girlfriend, ribbit! In some time, you can grow breasts like mine. Yet again, the good ole eating cornbread does the trick." She gave Toru the okay sign.

Toru pouted as she returned to Momo. Momo was reading Seventeen as she was waiting on Toru to stop having her pity party. Toru unwrapped the polish and began painting Momo's nails. "Cornbread goes straight to my ass. I want a guy who is a breast man. Not an ass man."

Mina Ashido stepped out of her private restroom. She heard a gist of Toru's conversation. "The ass is where it's at." She slapped her own ass while laughing. "Trust me. Guys these days prefer an ass than breasts."

"Dream on, girlfriend, ribbit," exclaimed Tsuyu. Tsuyu has been confident in her appearance since she began developing in the bust. Although to the chagrin as Minoru Mineta doesn't stop ogling her blessings. Yet again, at least she was being looked at. "You see the way that pervert Mineta looks at me?"

"Mineta doesn't count," said Ochako. "Mineta looks at anything that has a vagina."

Momo flipped through the magazine. She was nodding, yet wasn't really paying attention.

"I bet Katsuki is more of an ass man," said Mina as she was trying to pinpoint Toru's toes. "Since he is such an ass, I think it pays him some compliment."

"Pinkette, please," interjected Tsuyu. "Katsuki wishes he has the privilege of my delicates. Yet again, Eijiro can come to a close second. And maybe Shouto a third."

"What," exclaimed Toru. "You prefer fangs over Shouto. Shouto is a hell of a cutie in my opinion. More stamina, more guile, and he have a life story. His father is a bastard and his mother burned him and she went to the ward." She gave a thumbs up. "Sounds like my kind of hero to me."

Tsuyu blew a raspberry. "Do like the Titanic. Sink or swim. Whichever float your boat. Ribbit!" She looked at Ochako. It didn't take a genius to know that her heart was for Izuku. She decided to be a tease. "Yet again, I do think that Izuku is such a cutie, ribbit. I think he would appreciate ass and breasts."

Ochako turned beet red. She didn't turn to see Tsuyu's face. She wasn't in the mood of the Gotcha face. She dipped the polish and continue to paint Tsuyu's nails.

"Midoriya has that cutesy look about him," said Toru as she picked her shade for Mina to paint. "Reminds of me a child looking for his mother." Toru began to blush. "It's sort of cute."

"Midoriya isn't Aizawa. He is far from Tetsutetsu. Yet again, I can't look at him as handsome either," said Mina. "Honestly, if I were to categorize Midoriya, I would say…"

"Cute."

The girls turned when they heard Momo spoke for the first time. She had a glaring face. A glow to be added. She looked into the magazine, then showed the rest of the girls.

It wasn't often the teen girls' magazine featured male models. Whenever they did, Momo tended to melt. "Girls, look at this cover of this guy. He is so cute...and so childish. To think he is of age. He is too adorable. He is so kawaii!"

Tsuyu tilted her head. Ochako dropped her nail polish. Mina's nose began to bleed. Toru nearly fell over.

"I didn't think a boy can get so moe, ribbit!" Tsuyu wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"He looks like a gem," replied Toru while she was panting. "Is it getting hot in here."

"He kinda looks like...kinda looks like," said Mina.

"Izuku."

Ochako snatched the magazine from Momo. She couldn't help it whenever she saw boys that resembled Izuku. The girl had such a strong crush on the teen that she didn't know what to do. However, Ochako had a bigger secret. Something that she wasn't ready to discuss with the girls.

"This Izuku-lookalike is so damn precious," cried Ochako as she hugged and rubbed the picture with her cheeks. "I didn't think boys can get this delicious." She continued to hum while the girls began staring at her awkwardly.

Tsuyu looked over to Momo. "If I didn't know any better, I would think Ochako was a shotacon, ribbit!"

Ochako's eyes stared daggers at the frog girl. "No way in hell am I a shotacon. I like mature guys my age."

Momo kept a calm demeanor as she took her magazine back. "You don't have to like younger children to be a shotacon. You like boys that have a childish look. Kinda girlish if you may." She crossed her legs, excusing herself as she stepped out of the bed to get a drink of water. "Yet again, you always get googly whenever you mention Izuku as a little brother."

"No, I don't!" Ochako stomped her foot.

Tsuyu and Mina gave each other an unconvincing glare. "Step one - denial."

"No, I don't," exclaimed Ochako once more. She turned to Momo. "Then yet are you looking at that magazine, Momo. You are more of the shotacon than I am."

Momo pursed her lips. "I can admire a boy without developing feelings." She took a sip of water. "Like guys can admire guys without liking them. Same as girls. I said that the boy is adorable and cute." She lowered her eyebrows. "I didn't say I wanted to put him to bed." She winked. "And you just labeled yourself, princess."

The room was filled with oohs and ahhs. Ochako's face was redder than a spicy pepper. So much so that smoke can be seen coming from her nose. It wasn't until Mina patted her on her shoulder. "Relax, Ochako. We are just teasing." She rested her chin on Ochako's shoulder. "I won't deny that I can see myself doting a little brother like him. Take him to parks, amusement parks, taking him shopping, giving him lots of love."

Tsuyu nodded her head. "My own little brother has a big head and his ass in the clouds, ribbit! Yet again, he is much of a protector of our little sister."

"At least you guys can say you have siblings," said Toru as she was turning red. "I wish I can have a little brother to take care and dote on."

Mina patted Ochako's shoulder. "You see, everybody has a little shotacon in them." She pecked Ochako on the cheek. "Not as much as you do, Uraraka."

A few minutes later in the bathroom….

Ochako excused herself from the restroom. No longer could she handle the embarrassment on the subject of Izuku and shotacon. She sat on the toilet. She lifted her head, taking deep breaths to calm her stress.

"Stupid Tsuyu," she mumbled as she kicked the stall. "She always does this to rile me up. I know she likes Izuku also. That's why she does this to me." Ochako always felt a rivalry between her and Tsuyu whenever Izuku was on the subject.

Since acquainting herself with Izuku, she felt the strong dynamic of his friendship. A leader, a gentleman, friendly, dashing, and wonderful to boot, she also felt a connection beyond just friendship. Even beyond skinship. Ochako didn't have any siblings. She was an only child. But the more she spent time with Izuku, the more she wanted to hug, to kiss, to cuddle, to dote, and to hold on to like an accessory.

Shotacon.

"I am not a shotacon," she whispered to herself. She rolled some tissue and wiped her face. She didn't want the others to think that she was crying. She flushed the toilet and pulled up her clothes. Upon putting up the toilet seat, she heard the sound of her messages.

Thinking that it was Tsuyu going to tease her again, she was going to give the frog girl a piece of her mind. As she unlocked her phone and headed to her messages. It came from an unrecognized number. She clicked on the message.

"Seeking A Little Brother Experience" It came with a link to a webpage. She back on the toilet. At first, she was repulsed. This was something of Tsuyu's doing, she thought.

She clicked on the link.

"God damn it," she mumbled to herself.

Welcome to the blog of Seeking For The Little Brother Experience. My name is Rika and I am the site manager of this page. This blog is to help you brothers-and-sisters to find the connection that you always wanted.

The introduction seemed promising to Ochako. She continued scrolling down where she saw another piece of information.

[Click if you are an older sister]

[Click if you are a younger brother]

Ochako clicked on the first option.

Greetings, my daughter. This is Rika once again. Thank you for checking out this page. Like I have mentioned, this is a blog to help you experience the love you have for a little brother. Before you continue, there are some questions I like for you to answer to yourself before we continue this blog.

Are you an only child?

"Yes."

Do you feel alone?

"Yes."

Do you want the love and affection of a younger brother?

"Yes."

Do you want to be happy?

"Yes."

If you have answered all of the questions, my daughter, then you are the perfect candidate for this blog. Please continue by clicking enter on this page.

Ochako immediately clicked enter without any hesitation.

As she continued searching, a pop-up appeared. She saw that it was part of the site.

To continue with this blog, please put in your information.

Ochako typed in her information before clicking enter. The pop-up returned.

Thank you. There will be someone calling you in the next few moments.

A few moments later, Ochako heard her phone ringing. She looked to the phone and saw it was an unknown number. She picked it up and answer.

"Hello," asked the brunette.

"Good evening," answered the receiver. The voice sounded feminine. It was heavy tone, but very calming. Just hearing those two words made the brunette relax. "Is this Ochako? Ochako Uraraka?"

"This is she."

"Good evening. My name is Rika. I am the host of this page. Thank you for joining my site," she said while releasing a slight laugh.

"Um-um, no problem," answered Ochako nervously.

"Excellent! As a reminder, my dear. The purpose is to give you the ultimate little brother experience. And judging by the information that I have received, you are an only child and you for the affection of a younger brother."

"Yes, ma'am," answered Ochako. "Wait a minute? I don't know."

"It's fine, dear. I know it is weird. Asking a complete stranger for advice. I felt the same way when I felt my relationship with my brother was going south." She paused. "Now, I am dedicated to helping brothers-and-sisters have wonderful, healthy relationships. Is that what you want?"

"To be frankly honest, I don't know."

"That's okay, my dear. We are here to help. Question, are you able to receive a download from your phone?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Excellent! What I am about to send you to is an app that will help you solve your troubles."

Before she could speak, Rika spoke. "Don't worry, this is no setup. We are here to help give you the experience of having a little brother."

"I still don't know, but I am willing to try."

"Excellent, darling! The app will appear right about now."

Ochako looked at her messages and saw the link to the app. She clicked on it. Rika continued. "It won't be long until the app is download and it is free to be used on any boy you like. However, it will only be for the boy you desire as a little brother."

"Yes, ma'am. And the link is now downloaded to my phone."

"Good! A set of instructions will be left on there. Read it wisely okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Ochako.

"Good. Just one more thing."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Keep all of the information of this to yourself. Nobody else must know about the app or the service."

"Yes, ma'am."

"We will be in touch. Sweet dreams, Ochako."

Ochako hung up and returned her sight on the webpage. Upon looking, it displayed the 404 Not Found page. After several attempts, the site was gone. Ochako shrugged her shoulders and turned off her phone.

There was a knock on the stall. "Knock, knock, Ochako. Are you okay?" It was the sound of Momo.

"Yeah, I am good. Had to go number #2."

"Alright! Listen, Mina is ordering pizza. You want some?"

"Sure," answered Ochako.

"Hey, Ochako."

"Yeah?"

"Sorry for the teasing earlier. We were having a little fun. No hard feelings?"

Ochako looked at the app on her phone. The first thing it said was to type in the name of the boy for the little brother experience. "Yeah, Momo. We are well."

She typed in the name of Izuku Midoriya.

She put the phone into her pocket and exited out of the stall. "You're buying my way as a token for my forgiveness, Momo."

The next morning….

It was early on a Saturday morning when Izuku woke up from his slumber. He yawned as he sat up to thank God for another day. A weekend of rest and relaxation. His plans were simple - going to the arcade to play with Shouto and the gang, read comic books, and go swimming with the others. That evening, eat pizza and potato chips and bed. Hopefully, on Sunday, repeat.

As he stretched his hands, he noticed that his hands were overlapping the sleeve. He raised his eyebrow peculiarly. He was certain that his shirt was a bit shorter last night. He probably tossed and turned in the night. Wasn't the first time.

He saw that Shouto was sleeping on the other side of the room. He tried not to disturb his roommate as he stepped out of his bed. Did the room get bigger suddenly? He tried to convince himself that he needed some water. He did spend last night challenging Shouto on Super Smash Bros. part of the night. Soda and potato chips were their fuel as they played deep into the night.

He began walking to the door. He began to hold on to his shorts. Was he losing weight, he thought. He opened the door and headed toward the restroom.

He rubbed his head in frustration. He felt like things gotten bigger over the last few hours. Mom is right. I need to start eating healthy again. Once in the bathroom, he headed for the sink.

"Okay? Something is right. I know I was at my hip with this sink. Why is it at my stomach?" He rubbed his eyes as he saw the mirror. His eyes widened and his mouth went agape.

"What in the hell?"

To be continued….