Total Command

Chapter 42: Not with a bang but a whimper

"B͔i̩ngo͎!͖" Nana cheered, as if sensing his thoughts- well, she actually was, considering they were sharing the same neural pathways.

"How long was I- wait, no." He blinked again, face souring. "How long am I out? Have I been out?"

Nana laughed at him struggling to find the proper phrasing. "Rela̜x̨, ͢i̱t̖'s ̣been li̘k͢e- ̠a̝ mi̠n̯u̬t̪e̲ o͓r two̺?͔ If ̮ỵǫu̥r i̫n̘te̤r̠nąl͔ ͅc̜l̬o̘ck i̩s͜ ṯo̮ be ̺t̗r̤u̩ṣte͟d.̺" She leaned in to poke his chest. "No̤t̫ that ̟I̢ ͢ca̺n̤ ṯru͕st͟ t̬h̼at r̩i̞g͈h̞t now̖ ̝beca̧use̗ s͎omęǫne ̢de̹ci͜de͖d ̦it ̦wḁs ̘a̦ gr̰e̟aț ͜ideaͅ ̬to͙ ͎k̨e͕ep ͎g̖oi̼ng͎ u̢ntil ̹h̤i̼sͅ b̟o̳d̫y w͉e͕ṇt͙ ̣into̫ '̳saf̢e̫ ̳m͍ode̻'͜."

He chuckled weakly, "S-sorry." Then he noticed it; his own body was slightly changing too, lifting his arms up he watched them slightly shift, "woah."

"Wei̡rd,̰ r͉i̝gh̲ṭ?" She held up her own hand, "I͉ thin̥k ̖it͚'s bec͇au̧s͙e̞ ̻wͅe͚ are͓ ịn ͎w̡ha̰t ̢a̱mǫu̙n̙ts̰ to̯ ̧yo̘u̫r͉ ̞m̱enta͉l̳ s̪ca͔pe; ͜you̧r ̯th͔oug͚h͚t̳s̫ g͟iv̘en foŗm̧.͕" She shook her hand rapidly, the motion leaving afterimages. "N͚o͢t th̲e̥ mo͙s̩t co̧ncre͎t̢e f̱o̻r͟m͜ ̣tͅo ̬h̺a̪ve̹, but h͕ey͙,̤ ̨i̹t's̼ s̼ome̺thi̲ng̡."

He repeated the motion himself, his hand leaving afterimages too before rapidly fading away. From what he could glimpse they were all different- like he had thought how he could move his hand and his brain spat out all the possible ways it could imagine it happening.

"T̢ha͉t̤'̮s͜ p̲robaḅly͙ what ͍is̡ ͟a̘ctu̠a̦lly ͜h̗a͈ppening," Nana shrugged watching the afterimages fade too. "Mak͙e͙s͍ m̼e ̠w̤o̼r̨rie͚d̞ ͎tha̦t͈ ͍I'm i̤n this̝ tig͎ht̙ ͇ou̧t͓f̭it̩." She placed her hands on her hips, looking ready to scold him. "Jus͟t ̘what̬ are you imag̣i̪n͜ing̺,̥ ̗y͙o̲un̢g man?"

"We both know that's your doing, Nana," Izuku deadpanned, looking her up and down. "Never saw your costume before, but the design feels familiar- guess your old hero uniform got imprinted on the memories passed on by One for All? Or maybe it's an amalgamation too..."

Nana pouted. "I̯t's̢ ̩n̰o͚ fun ̝i̱f ͟y̭ou g̩e͈ț ̰a̢l̨l log̼ica͓l͕ ̪on ̲me͈.͚"

He shook his head laughing, "Sorry just- trying to keep calm in all of this, logic hel-"

His eyes landed on her again, and his mind ground to a halt at the sight of her in a swimsuit instead.

"T͚he͓e̺e̪er͙e̻ w̬e̙ ̬g̼o̞~̪" Nana smirked, crossing her arms under her bust and relishing the feeling of his mind clicking onto overdrive at the sight. "Wha͟t do y͕oṳ th̞i̝n̼k ͚of̮ ṱh̭a͙t,̩ ̠I̼z͟u̱kuͅ?͎"

He groaned finally slapping a hand over his eyes. "I fucking hate you."

She giggled. "Hey̺ no͈w,̲ ̟i͉f ̭I ͕c̺an͢'͇t̲ ̳ṱe͚a͍se̳ ̱y̥ou țhẹn͢ w̞h̙o͕ c̤an͓ ̼I̪ te̖a̞seͅ?͕ ̰Be̹s͖id͚e̙s,͎ th̡e̖ ̤re̥l̗eas͉e of̠ ̠do̯p̢a͜mine you'rḙ p̱u͖t͎t̻i̢ng o̰u̦t̤ ͢is ͜tel̞li̯n̰ģ ̘m͟e o͎t̻h͟er̬w̧i̗s̗e͕.͕"

He groaned harder. "First Aunt Mitsuki, then Mina, now you? Why do you all tease me?"

"C̭aus͎e." She was next to him, hands sliding up his arms almost teasingly, before cupping his face. "T̲her̰e ͈isͅ ̢not̮hing l̺ik̜ę t͓h͔e rus̫h͖ o̥f h̼avi͍ng ̼someone͖ ̠turn ̞in͚tͅo m̧u̳sh ͟ju͢s͟t̥ for y͇o̫u̳.̺"

He could feel the whole mental plane shudder a bit as his face grew red-hot. "C-could you not-"

"Nope!̫" She kissed the tip of his nose before pulling away, her hero suit fading onto her again. "Go̠tta ̬te̠asẹ ̘yo̮u,̮ ͈i̱t̩'̰s too fu̢n ̞ṋo͉t̢ t̙o̱,̗ ̜b̫u͍t ̧yo̘u̻ ̩c͕an ̳c̗onͅs̳ider i̪t t̰r̢ại͎n̠i͚n̙g for͉ ̲the͜ ͜out̠si̘d̠e ̩wo̹rld.͇"