Notice Me Senpai

Chapter 1

Lynn heard them before she saw them. It was always easy for her to pick up foreigners with her quirk. They were Japanese and knew just enough English to get into the club. She could see that the bouncer didn't want to accept them in, due to their age.

Although they were old enough to enter the strip club they weren't old enough to drink. Which meant the club itself would lose money from these visitors. Being the nosy linguistic quirk nerd she was she started to bust the table next to where they chose to sit.

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Midoriya had already felt uncomfortable enough for being in this area after being told not to. The trip to America was supposed to be an educational trip to teach them the differences of the laws and regulations in other countries.

That's how Aizawa explained it. The way All Might translated it was that they were going to go to Disney World and the beaches. Present Mic didn't help Aizawa's case when he excitedly agreed to be a chaperone.

He had busted into class wearing a pair of Mickey Shaped headphones claiming he needed to join because he was the designated English teacher.

It was their last night and of course the class wanted to explore the local area. The girls had chosen a dance club across the street while Mineta, Denki, and Kirishima had cunningly dragged Katsuki and Midoriya into a building with a flashing woman on it. No pun intended.

Mineta had chosen the table in the very front to sit at. Midoriya has hoped to sit in the back and blend in with the wallpaper. Although he had come out of his fumbling mumbling shell a lot since his first year at Yuuei he still felt out of his element.

"We're in a strip club in America. We need a photo." Mineta takes out his phone to document the moment only to be stopped.

A woman dressed in a plaid mini skirt and white tank stopped him. "No pictures please."

She pointed to a sign on the door that clearly had a camera ex'd out.

Midoriya being the apologetic already embarrassed individual was the first to speak up.

"We are sorry. We do not want to be rude."

Lynn tried to not giggle as the green haired boy bowed through his apology. "It's okay. Just no pictures or video in the main building. Only in the VIP rooms."

"What's VIP room?" Mineta asked with stars in his eyes. He wanted to fully experience the strip club. In Japan they had to be at least 20 years of age to enter a strip club. Mostly due to the alcohol and them being students.

Out of all the guys Mineta and Denki were the ones who had this on the top of their to do list. Kirishima thought that it would be pretty manly. Bakugou really just didn't want to be left behind. And Midoriya... Well, Midoriya has been trying really hard to loosen up during his last few months at Yuuei before graduating on to be a pro hero.

"The VIP room is where the customers can get exclusive shows." Lynn pulled out her notepad and the small 4x6 limited menu. "Would you guys like to order any food or drinks tonight?"

She handed the menu to Bakugou who was the closest to her. He silently glanced at the menu to realize that the whole thing was in English and passed it boringly over to Kirishima. For Kirishima he could only read that they had water and coke.

Midoriya noticed the struggles his classmates were having with the language barrier. "May I take a picture for translation?" He asked Lynn so that he wouldn't get into trouble with having his phone out.

Lynn didn't often have the chance to use her quirk for many reasons. The first being that she never encountered foreigners very often. She didn't use it at the first chance she had because she wanted to simply to test the waters. She often found that when foreigners knew English they tried to speak it as much as they could for practice. She didn't need practice speaking a language that she just absorbed.

"How about I just translate the menu for you? Do you mind?" With her hand held out for the menu and thin lips trying to suppress her smirk.

The guys were a bit taken back by the sudden Japanese. Since their time in America they have heard only English and Spanish. Only one of the 2 languages they knew only the basics about.

"Can you speak Japanese? We would really appreciate the help." Midoriya was pleased to hear that they could avoid another awkward encounter because of the communication gap. After this trip he will be sure to really focus in Yamada's English class.

"My quirk is linguistics and I watch a lot of anime. I really don't mind helping out." She climbed onto the table top and sat in front of the guys. From left to right sat Mineta, Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou, and Midoriya. Her sitting arrangement had her directly between Kirishima and Bakugou.

With the menu now in her hands she pointed, translated and wrote the translations on her notepad for them. After they ordered, Lynn asked if they had any other questions that she could answer for them.

Mineta was the one who excitedly took up the offer. "How old are you? Are you going to strip? And could I possibly have a pair of your underwear?"

Lynn wanted to cringe but it was in her job not to. Bakugou was the one to slap his inappropriateness. "I am 18 years old. I only waitress and VIP. And if you want a pair you gotta pay the price." She winked at him.

"Aahhh. I didn't get rejected! You must be my own personal Angel."

"I'm anyone's Angel if they have the money for me."

Perhaps it was the flirty way she responded or the fact that she was sitting legs crossed in a mini skirt with her ass sticking out, or maybe it was the fact that you could see the curvature of her breasts through her tight white tank. Either way the guys were drawn to the woman in front of them.

"I will send your orders. And if you honestly do have any questions just ask for Lynn." She slid off the table and made her way to the back of the house.

Midoriya gulped, closed his eyes and took a moment to get his hormones in check as he saw the first stripper walk onto the stage. He had never been to a gentlemen's club before. What was he supposed to do. Any other time he had looked at a girl with this little clothing it was for his own personal pleasures in the seclusion of his dorm room.

Watching the woman on stage he came to understand why they would sometimes call themselves performers. Between the outfit, dance, music and stripping there was a sense of art to it all. He could tell that real thought went into her performance. Midoriya also felt that if he saw it more in this nature it would be easier to refrain from getting a hard on.

When she interacted with the men on the opposite of the stage he got nervous. He didn't account for the women to get close to them. In their personal space.