All things considered this was one of the weirdest things he had ever been asked to do. Well, weird wasn't exactly how he'd put it, but out of nowhere seemed like the best way to put it. Izuku bounced the tennis ball in his hand and caught it on the racket, bouncing it up and down for a few seconds while he waited for Mei to show up on the court.

Apparently, the support course students still had to take a P.E. class. Those in the hero course didn't have to because the slot was filled by their hero training classes. And Mei, Mei had skipped every single one of her gym classes. Every single one. For three whole years.

And now that they were a month away from graduating, those missing credits were going to bite her in the ass. So a deal was struck, and if Mei could prove that she was physically fit and adept at numerous sports then she would be allowed to graduate. And because he was the only person who's name Mei managed to remember, he was now stuck helping her with this.

He was to train her, grade her, and determine if she passed or failed. He wouldn't fail Mei if he could, he knew that she was fit enough to make her babies all day without sleep. But, that was more just her stubbornness right. He really had no idea how she managed to go without sleep for so long. Kacchan, who was in peak physical condition, turned into a whiney bitch if he didn't get a full eight.

"Wow," Izuku blinked, catching the tennis ball. "Never thought I'd compare Kacchan to Mei of all people. But what's taking her so long?"

Was she hiding? No, Mei wouldn't run from a challenge. She wasn't afraid of physical exertion, she just prefered to do other things. Like making babies.

"Maybe I should go and check on-" He should check her out. That's what he should be doing. And that was what he was doing.

Mei came walking out onto the court looking like she belonged there. Or on a sexy tennis photo shoot. She was wearing a tennis uniform for females, in the standard U.A. blue and white, or at least a sexier version of it. Her skirt was short, showing off her thick muscular legs and was holding on for dear life as her wide hips strained the fabric. Her soft yet slender looking midriff was on display from the curve of her hip, nearly to her ribs, giving him a good view of her belly button. It looked pokeable. Then there was the top. Somehow both tight and loose at the same time, it was taught about her chest, and then hung from her breasts creating a curtain like effect. The top was unzipped quite a bit exposing just about the usual amount of cleavage Mei displayed with her tank tops. Only, more there thanks to her bra.

Her thick pink hair was tied into a tight ponytail at the back of her head.

Izuku was more or less instantly reminded that Mei wasn't just a girl. She was a very very attractive girl.

"Izuku!" Mei swung the tennis racket around like it was nothing and smiled at him. "Thanks for doing this! So how long do we have to go until I can go back to making babies?"

"Umm, we have to play for an hour, Mei." Come on Deku, self control, have some self control. Try not to look at her everything. "But umm what are you wearing?"

"Huh? Oh, that umm, short purple guy in your class said he had a uniform I could borrow." Mei looked at her outfit and smiled. "It's pretty comfy. I like it."

Izuku wasn't sure if he should thank the grape or see how far he could punt him. He watched Mei bounce.

Thank.

He would definitely thank him.

"Alright." Mei pointed her tennis racket at him. "Let's get this started Izuku! I have some babies I want to go back to making!"

"Right." Izuku nodded and got into position. He wasn't too familiar with tennis, but he had done it in middle school. "Alright, I'm going to serve now."

"Got it." Mei nodded, she wasn't dropping into any stance. Instead, she was just kind of standing there. Almost completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Right. He should take it easy on her. Just a nice gentle serve right for her tennis racket. He should be able to do that. It was easier than using his quirk without exploding. He bounced the ball then tossed it up and delivered a nice steady serve right towards Mei.

Mei moved, only the golden glow of her eyes, showing for a moment as she spun her entire body like a coil and the snapped forward hitting that server with a force that left Izuku stunned. The ball came flying towards his side of the court, hitting down and then slamming into the wall behind him, before Izuku could even process that he just saw Mei's black underwear.

"Hey! Thanks for letting me score a point Izuku, but you don't have to go easy on me!"

Izuku gave a laugh and grabbed another tennis ball. "Noted. I'll take you more seriously."

He served to her again, this time going for the complete opposite approach. He hit the ball to the far side of Mei's court opposite of her racket. Mei moved fast. As fast as she did when he was talking about new gear. Her blazing speed got her to where she needed to be at the exact right time. Once again, he saw the golden gleam in her eyes and that powerful backhand stroke of hers might as well have been a gunshot for all the force behind it.

The ball touched down on his side of the court and bounced at a weird angle.

He wasn't going to lose this time.

Still. He had to use some of One for All's power just to match Mei's natural speed and tennis prowess. In the end, he could barely say that he won, and Mei, Mei didn't have a single care in the world about what just happened.

Tennis.

Mei Hatsume. Grade:

A++

AN: I want to write Mei in cute sports outfits and making Izuku just fucking thirsty as hell at her.