The King of Heroes: Null/Virtue

Fervor

"The day of reckoning is fast approaching, huh?" Haneyama said rather dramatically.

"Yeah... two more weeks," Izuku responded.

Izuku, his sisters, Ibara, and Momo were all in Fuwa's room. Lately, their little fashion designer had become obsessed with the leather clothing Ibara showed her. Straitjackets, armbinders, and just regular clothes like leather jackets. She was even custom making a bitchsuit and a public outfit specifically for Momo.

It was the reason they were all gathered in the first place, with Fuwa doing measurements.

Somewhat ironically, the new obsession had brought Fuwa further out of her shell. Maybe it was the idea of gaining control through making this clothing, or maybe it was just her creativity coming out. When she spoke about it, she could actually manage to meet someone's eyes. She could hold a conversation without getting awkward.

Granted it was kind of an awkward subject to just randomly bring up. And she did randomly bring it up.

One night, she started talking about the process of making these things and her mother... well she was slightly worried about what Izuku had been teaching the girls. Thankfully, Ibara was there to explain the process. The girls were making these things very "normal," in order to deal with their own past. By eliminating the taboo, and by opening up, they could move forward.

Izuku wasn't sure if it was necessarily the best idea. He figured there were probably better methods, but the proof was in the pudding. Ibara had really put a new spring in their step. As long as the girls were happy, no matter the weirdness, Izuku was happy.

In fact, Fuwa's ability to create these degenerate pieces was giving him an idea for the future.

"How about your hands?" Fuwa asked, sketching out the outfit. "We can limit your range of motion without completely handicapping you. Or we could include something like bondage mittens," She said, holding up two leather pouches. They could be cinched tight around the wrist, trapping the hand inside of a ball essentially, making it impossible to use them.

Momo looked at Izuku, who raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I want you to decide everything."

"Seriously?" He asked with a smirk. The girls were chuckling too.

"You won't let me wear a Slave Collar in public or have a Slave Marking. This is my compromise. I want you to pick what I wear."

"I thought the compromise was that I used a Slave Collar in the bedroom?"

"Well... I'm changing the deal!"

Izuku barked out a laugh, but couldn't bring himself to say no. "Alright alright! I'll pick, but I can get some advice from Ibara too, right?"

"Fiiine..." Momo jokingly pouted.

"Okay... then why don't you give us a moment?" Izuku said with a cocky grin.

"Ohhh, you're not gonna even let me know?!"

"Hey, if you want me to pick something, I'm gonna have it be a surprise. We can get more measurements later if Fuwa needs 'em."

Momo clicked her tongue. "Clever. You'd better pick something fun!"

"Obviously," He responded as she took her leave. Eri and Haneyama followed to keep her company.

Ibara saw the look in Izuku's eyes as soon as she was gone. "Ohhh... this could be bad. I've never seen him this... possessive. Whatever he picks for her... it's gonna be a sight to behold."

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"Hah... hah..." Rumi could barely stand. Izuku had pushed her to her limits. "I got... nothing left... to teach you... kid..."