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For the past two weeks after the Sludge Villain Incident (Or as he called it "The Day I Got My Quirk.") Izuku was learning everything he could about his quirk. He had practice analyzing the different quirks around him ever since he knew-thought-he wouldn't get his. He knew that Bakugou sweat faster than others and only the sweat on his palms was explosive. He knew the girl in his class with the floating hair had hair so thin it was weightless. He knew how Fingers-he knew his name, just didn't care-had rubber like cartilage in each of his knuckles so he could stretch them safely.
Two weeks ago he even got answers for the one quirk that evaded him. All Might's. It was cool to have answers even if he didn't like the price. The price sucked.
Anyway, point is he knew how to analyze quirks.
And it would've been easy. If his quirk wasn't two asshole big sisters that wouldn't shut up.
"Love you too, Izuku~." Came the voice of Panty.
Yes, that was her name. No, he couldn't do anything about it. All research he did online after they started talking pointed to sentient quirks needing autonomy to not build resentment towards each other. That was fine with him. He just didn't like their names.
"Tough shit dweeb." Came the other voice of his quirk. Stocking. That was her name.
Panty and Stocking.
Anyway. Where was he? Right. Knowledge. He knew he was smart. You don't get a stalker title by being BAD at getting information. The only problem was he had to start from scratch. His quirk had the least amount of information by default.
What he did know was that he was a natural with wielding both the blade and pistol. With Stocking holding her in a fore grip, back grip, even spinning her around his body like an action villain showing off, it was all easy for him. He placed her hilt on his fingertips and she didn't sway a centimeter. Perfectly balanced for him.
With Panty her grip was perfect for his hands. Her sights were forever a non-issue. No matter what he aimed at it was always struck dead center.
They were perfect. He loved them both no matter how crass they were.
It was after that thought a knock came from his door. "Izuku sweety, you should get ready for bed. Big day tomorrow." His mom said on the other side. He clicked his phone on and looked at the time.
9:37. Oof.
"Ok Mom. Getting ready now. Good night."
"Night sweetheart. I love you."
'Aawww' Panty squealed. He could feel the lip pout thing she would be doing is she had a body.
He really wondered what they would look like if that were possible. Would they look like him? Would they look wildly different? How? Why?
'Sleep' came the raspy high pitched voice of Stocking. 'Please sleep'
As he crawled under his blanket he replied. "Oh so you can talk my ear off all day and I can't think on how you'd look?"
The reply was near instant. "SSSLLLEEEEEPPPPPPUH"
He scoffed a laugh and closed his eyes.
Big day tomorrow.