My Hero Academia: Limitless

The next two weeks stretched before us like an obstacle course. Between classes, training, and relationships, every hour demanded careful planning. Todo had created an actual spreadsheet - color-coded and laminated - detailing my "visitation schedule" as he called it.

Katsumi sat cross-legged on my bed, glaring at the paper in her hands. The evening light caught the ash-blonde strands escaping her messy bun, creating a halo effect that contrasted sharply with her scowl. Beside her, Momo maintained perfect posture despite sitting on rumpled sheets, her long black hair falling like silk around her shoulders.

"This is stupid," Katsumi said, crumpling the edge of the schedule. "Why do we need a fucking rotation?"

"Because some of us value sleep." Momo's fingers drummed against her knee - the only sign of her irritation. "And proper rest is essential for optimal training performance."

"Sleep is for the weak."

"Sleep is for people who don't want to blow up their classmates during quirk practice."

I leaned against my desk, watching them. The contrast was striking - Katsumi's raw energy versus Momo's contained grace. Yet somehow they'd formed an unlikely alliance, coordinating their "Yoichi time" with military precision.

"Two nights each," Momo continued, tapping the schedule. "With clear boundaries and respect for study hours."

Katsumi's eyes narrowed. "And what about him?" She jabbed a finger at me. "Does he get a say?"

"Bold of you to assume I have any control here."

"Shut up." But her lips twitched. "This isn't about you."

"My room, my bed, my body but sure." I picked up the second copy of the schedule. "Not about me at all."

Momo's shoulders tensed. "If you object-"

"No objections." I set the paper down. "Just wondering when you two started running my life."

"Since you proved incapable of basic time management." Momo's tone was prim, but her eyes sparkled. "Someone had to take charge."

"Yeah." Katsumi stretched, her tank top riding up. "Can't have you burning out before the festival."

"So this is for my own good?"

"Obviously." They spoke in unison, then shared a look of mutual surprise.

I bit back a laugh. "Right. And the color coding?"

"Todo's idea." Momo smoothed the schedule. "He was quite... enthusiastic about helping."

"Fucking weirdo." Katsumi flopped back on the bed. "Now about these study hours..."

"Non-negotiable." Momo's voice firmed. "We all need to maintain our grades."

"Even him?" Katsumi jerked her thumb at me. "Mr. Perfect Scores?"

"Especially him." Momo met my eyes. "The media attention means extra scrutiny. We can't give them any ammunition."

She had a point. After the USJ incident, every aspect of my life faced analysis. One slip could feed weeks of speculation.

"Fine." Katsumi sighed dramatically. "But I get first pick of nights."

"Already arranged that." Momo pulled out another paper. "Based on our respective training schedules and-"

"You made a spreadsheet for that too?"

"Organization is key to success."

"You're such a nerd." But Katsumi's tone held affection. "What about top knot?"

"Todo prefers 'best friend' actually."

"Whatever." She waved a hand. "Is he gonna police this too?"

"He offered to create a monitoring system." Momo's lips curved. "I declined."

"Thank fuck for that." Katsumi stretched again, more deliberately this time. "So when does this start?"

"Tonight." Momo checked her phone. "Which means you should probably head back to your room."

"Excuse me?"

"It's not your night." Momo pointed to the schedule. "See? White spaces indicate solo study time."

Katsumi's eyes narrowed. "You're enjoying this."

"I have no idea what you mean."

"Bullshit." But Katsumi stood, gathering her things. "Fine. But tomorrow's mine."

"As agreed." Momo's satisfaction radiated. "Though perhaps a shower first? You'll be coming from training."

"Now you're just being bitchy."

"Practical." Momo smiled sweetly. "Hygiene is important."

I watched the exchange like a tennis match, fascinated by their dynamic. Somehow they'd found a balance - Katsumi's fire tempered by Momo's ice, each pushing the other in unexpected ways.

"Whatever." Katsumi headed for the door, pausing to kiss me roughly. "Don't let her wear you out with studying."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

She flipped us off, but her grin ruined the effect. The door closed behind her with surprising gentleness.

Momo released a breath. "That went better than expected."

"You planned this."

"Of course." She stood, smoothing her skirt. "Someone had to."

"And the shower comment?"

"Was petty, I admit." She stepped closer. "But satisfying."

I caught her waist. "You're dangerous when you scheme."

"You have no idea." Her hands slid up my chest. "Now about those study hours..."

"It's white space on the schedule."

"Exactly." She pressed closer. "Time for some independent research."

"What happened to sleep being essential?"

"Everything in moderation." Her lips brushed mine. "Including moderation itself."

The schedule worked, mostly. We all had our moments of rebellion - Katsumi climbing through my window during "white space," Momo extending study sessions well past midnight. But somehow we found our rhythm, balancing relationships with the growing pressure of the upcoming festival.

Focus. Control. Precision. The mantra echoed as I channeled power into my barrier. Todo circled me, eyes sharp, looking for weak points.

"Your form's improving, but the energy flow still fluctuates." He clapped, testing different angles. Each impact sent ripples through the translucent shield. "Here - the resonance changes when you split your attention."

"Hard to focus with you playing patty-cake with my barrier."

"That's the point." His grin widened. "Real fights aren't controlled environments."

Kirishima charged from the left, his hardened form crashing against my defense. The impact rang like a bell, but the barrier held.

"Still solid!" He pulled back, shaking out his arms. "But there's got to be a weakness somewhere."

Kaminari lounged on a nearby bench, absently generating sparks between his fingers. "Maybe we should try combining attacks? You know, mix it up a bit."

"Not until you learn to aim properly." I adjusted my stance, reinforcing weak points Todo had identified. "Last time you nearly fried Kirishima."

"That was one time!"

My phone buzzed - Kaori's ringtone. Todo noticed my attention shift immediately.

"Take it," he said, waving off Kirishima's next charge. "We could use a break anyway."

I pulled back the barrier and grabbed my phone, heart lifting at her familiar face on screen. Her black hair fell loose around her shoulders, and those bright teal eyes held their usual mischief.

"Bad timing?" she asked, noting my training gear.

"Never. How's the family situation?"

"Complicated." She twisted a strand of hair around her finger - a tell I'd learned meant she was choosing her words carefully. "But getting closer to resolution. Miss me?"

"The peace and quiet's been nice."

"Liar." Her smile softened. "How's the harem management going?"

"Don't call it that."

"Fine. How's your carefully scheduled romantic entanglement proceeding?"

I filled her in on Todo's spreadsheet system, drawing surprised laughter.

"He actually color-coded it? That's dedication to the craft."

"Says he's 'invested in my happiness' or something."

"Sweet of him." She paused, something flickering behind her eyes. "They're taking care of you?"

"I can take care of myself."

"Not what I asked, lotus boy."

I glanced toward the training area where Kaminari was demonstrating some new technique, sparks flying wildly as Kirishima ducked.

"Yeah," I said softly. "They are."

"Good." She cleared her throat. "Because if they weren't, I'd have to come back and kick some ass."

"When are you coming back?"

The question hung between us.

"Soon. Promise. Just need to..." She waved vaguely. "Sort some things."

"You know you can talk to me, right? About whatever's going on?"

"I know." She touched the screen briefly. "But some things need handling alone. Trust me?"

"Always."

"Sap." But her eyes shone. "Go back to training. Try not to let Kaminari electrocute anyone."

"No promises."

She ended the call with a wink, leaving me staring at the dark screen.

"She okay?" Todo asked quietly.

"Says she is."

He nodded, understanding the unspoken concern. "Ready to continue?"

I stored my phone and reformed the barrier. "Hit me."

The next hour blurred into impact tests and power adjustments. Todo's analytical mind proved invaluable, helping identify subtle weaknesses in my defense. By the time we finished, even Kirishima admitted defeat.

"Man, it's like hitting a wall made of rubber." He flopped onto the grass. "Bounces everything right back."

"The resonance patterns are fascinating." Todo sketched something in his notebook. "The energy redistribution suggests-"

"Nerd alert," Kaminari interrupted. "Save the physics lecture for class."

"MY FRIEND!" Todo's booming voice echoed across the training ground. "At least I attend class instead of embarrassing myself at restaurants. That poor waitress - your technique was shameful!"

Kaminari's yellow eyes widened in mock offense, the black lightning bolt in his hair seeming to bristle. "She gave me her number!"

"Jenny's number." Todo slapped his notebook closed and sprang to his feet, towering over us at his full height. "A classic American pop song that everyone knows. Well, everyone except you, apparently!"

"Everyone?" Kaminari looked at me pleadingly.

I stretched out on the grass, enjoying the late afternoon warmth. "Eight-six-seven-five-three-oh-nine. It's pretty famous."

"Even Kirishima knows it," Todo declared, pointing dramatically at our red-haired friend still sprawled on the ground. "Don't you?"

Kirishima pushed himself up, sharp teeth glinting in a sheepish grin. "Actually..."

"UNACCEPTABLE!" Todo dropped into a martial arts stance, hands raised for emphasis. "Both of you lack refinement! This is why you need my guidance - not just in combat, but in culture!"

"Here we go," Kaminari groaned, flopping backward. Tiny sparks danced between his fingers - a nervous habit he'd developed during Todo's impromptu lectures.

"First!" Todo began pacing, each step precise and measured. "Your approach was all wrong. A true gentleman doesn't just blurt out pickup lines between wing orders!"

"They weren't even good pickup lines," I added, recalling Kaminari's increasingly desperate attempts. "What was that one about electrical attraction?"

"Are you a live wire? Because you're shocking- wait, no. Are you electricity? Because you're... conducting... something?" Kirishima scrunched his face, trying to remember.

"Because you light up my life!" Kaminari buried his face in his hands. "It sounded better in my head."

"NOTHING ABOUT THAT SOUNDS BETTER ANYWHERE!" Todo stopped pacing to strike another dramatic pose. "You need to study the classics! Romance! Poetry! The art of conversation!"

"Says the guy who asks everyone about their type in women," Kaminari muttered.

Todo's eyes lit up. "AN EXCELLENT POINT! Understanding preferences is key to meaningful connection! For instance-" He spun to face me. "My best friend here clearly appreciates strong, intelligent women who challenge him! While you seem drawn to anyone who makes eye contact!"

"That's not- I mean-" Kaminari sat up, sparks intensifying. "At least I try! When's the last time you asked someone out?"

"When I find someone worthy of my refined tastes, you'll be the first to know!" Todo struck another pose, this one reminiscent of a kabuki actor. "Until then, I'll continue perfecting my understanding of culture and combat! Speaking of which-" He clapped his hands together, activating his quirk.

Kaminari yelped as he suddenly found himself face-down in the grass, having swapped positions with a nearby water bottle.

"Spatial awareness!" Todo declared. "Always be prepared for sudden position changes!"

"Can we go back to mocking my love life?" Kaminari pushed himself up, spitting out grass. "I liked that better than combat critique."

"Never! As your comrade, it's my duty to-"

A distant boom cut him off. We turned toward the main building where smoke curled above the development studio.

"Mei or Grace?" Kaminari asked, brushing grass from his shirt.

"Both," we answered in unison.

Todo clapped his hands together. "An excellent signal to end today's training! We should clean up before dinner anyway. The cafeteria is serving that spicy curry you like, Kirishima."

The walk back to Heights Alliance let our muscles cool. Kaminari kept trying to defend his dating tactics while Todo systematically dismantled each argument. Kirishima offered occasional support, but mostly seemed content to watch the verbal sparring.

Heights Alliance's front doors opened to a wall of noise. The common room buzzed with excited voices, all talking over each other. A cluster of our female classmates blocked the entrance, their attention fixed on something - or someone - I couldn't see.

"When did you get back?" Jiro's earphone jacks twitched with interest.

"Your hair's different!" Ashido's voice carried over the others.

Katsumi stood slightly apart from the group, arms crossed but a hint of a smile playing at her lips. Momo maintained her usual perfect posture, though her fingers kept smoothing her skirt - a nervous tell I'd learned to recognize.

Then I heard it. A laugh that stopped me mid-step.

"Careful with the ears, Hagakure. They're sensitive."

Todo's hand settled on my shoulder. "My friend?"

The girls parted like a curtain, revealing a familiar figure perched on the common room table. Kaori sat cross-legged, wearing ripped jeans and an oversized sweater that had definitely come from my closet. Her long black hair fell loose around her shoulders, and those distinctive rat-like ears poked through the strands.

Her head turned toward us. Teal eyes widened. The ears - those expressive triangles of gray fur - twitched upward.

"...Surprise?"