~Aizawa's POV~

"This is the literal worst idea you morons have ever had...why do I let you talk me into these things?" I groaned as I trailed after Hizashi and Nemuri toward the entrance of a strip club.

"Self esteem issues?" Nemuri pondered.

"I'm leaving." I sighed.

"Shota! Come on! She's my soulmate and as a good friend, you should support me and help me find her." Nemuri grabbed me by the hand to keep me from fleeing.

"We don't even know her name or what club she works at." I sighed, trying to be rational.

"Well, I know quite a few and she's not at any of those so we'll start with some of the ones I don't know. Also, I'm sure she uses an alias at work, so her name wouldn't have been much help.

"Yeah, they're like heroes of the sex industry..." Hizashi piped up.

I shook my head at this.

"He's not wrong." Nemuri giggled.

I sighed and let them drag me through the door outlined in neon lights into a den of darkness. Loud music and cheers of drunken men and women assaulted my ears as soon as we stepped through the dark foyer into the club. There was a smoky haze in the air, whether from cigarettes or fog machines I wasn't quite sure. There were scantily clad attractive men and women dancing on the stage and more mingling on the floor serving drinks.

"I don't see her." Hizashi noted as he scanned the crowded club.

I noticed private rooms tucked along the walls with glass walls where parties in varying sizes were getting lap dances and other services. I spotted a man who appeared to be a few years my senior wearing a very fancy suit looking extremely shaky and nervous standing near the entrance to one of the private rooms. A girl approached him and at first I didn't recognize her because of her soft gentle expression as she offered him a serene smile. She had long vibrant purple hair and bright purple eyes with a faint pink hue and earlier had looked like she was ready to rip me to pieces. Looking at her now, with that gentle expression, I could hardly believe it was the same girl.

"Over there." I directed Nemuri and Hizashi's attention.

"Oh, maybe we'll get to see a demonstration of her dominatrix abilities." Nemuri practically swooned, "honestly I never considered myself a switch-." I tuned out of her rambling.

The gentleman relaxed a little as he realized she was keeping her distance from him. He seemed very anxious and I wondered what exactly he was doing here. They talked for a moment before her already soft expression softened even further, a look of sorrow and compassion flooding her gaze. She nodded to what he said and slowly stepped into the room and took a seat on the sofa laying her hands palm up beside her before freezing in place.

After a moment he nervously followed her and sat a great distance away from her on the sofa. She didn't move or acknowledge him and he nervously scooted closer. It was awkward but she didn't let on if she was uncomfortable, staying completely still. Once he got within reach he shakily placed his hand in her hand as it lay open beside her. He took a few deep breaths before nodding and seeming to say something.

She smiled and I saw her hand clasp his in a comforting manner before her eyes suddenly began to glow a vibrant pink as she activated her quirk. The man closed his eyes and his entire body seemed to melt into a position of pure relaxation as she began to speak softly.

"What exactly is happening over there?" Hizashi asked curiously.

"I'm not sure, but I'll have what he's having." Nemuri blurted before groaning, "oh god, this girl is going to ruin me."

"...yeah...that was uncomfortable.." I chuckled.

"Oh, did you all want to make an appointment with Queenie?" A young woman wearing a skimpy maid outfit asked us curiously as she approached us and saw us watching the strange display.

"Queenie?" Nemuri asked.

"Yeah, she's highly sought after, her quirk can let you live out your deepest darkest fantasy. We have special licensing so our staff can use their quirks on clients, with consent of course." The girl smiled.

"Oh interesting, I've heard these kinds of clubs were becoming more popular." Nemuri commented. "I think we're alright for now."

The girl left to tend to some other guests while Nemuri dragged us closer to the private room.

Queenie, was still talking softly holding the man's hand, her eyes aglow. Her gaze flicked in our direction and her expression instantly turned hostile. She turned to look away from us and continued with whatever she was doing. After about ten minutes, a quiet alarm chimed from within the room and her eyes stopped glowing.

The previously anxious man slowly opened his eyes and let out a big sigh of relief. His entire demeanor had shifted. He looked calm and relaxed and was able to look her in the eye without trembling like before. He said something with a big smile on his face.

Queenie smiled back and tapped her cheek. He kissed her cheek before getting to his feet and laying a large wad of cash on the table. He opened the door and I was able to hear the tail end of their conversation.

"Please accept it, you've helped me more than you'll ever know. I can't thank you enough." His voice was filled with emotion. "May I see you again?"

Queenie offered him a sympathetic smile, "anytime."

He bowed to her before taking his leave.

Once he was gone Nemuri dragged Hizashi and I into the private room earning a scathing look from Queenie who hadn't moved from her spot. She looked exhausted, whatever she'd done had taken a lot out of her. It was probably hard for her to maintain her quirk for that long uninterrupted.

"Should high school teachers really be exhibiting stalking behavior? I'm concerned and now thinking I shouldn't allow my brother to attend your school." She frowned and exhaled subtly trying to disguise the fact that she seemed to be having trouble breathing, not wanting to appear weak or vulnerable.

"Are you alright?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Her eyes narrowed into a fearsome glare, "I'm fine. Unless you're here to discuss something to do with my brother in regards to your school, we have no business and you can leave."

Nemuri didn't get the hint and went to sit with her, "I'm intrigued, you are a splendid dominatrix kitten."

"If you touch me you will leave here thinking you're a thirteen year old boy." Queenie threatened her icily.

"You can do that?!" Hizashi gaped.

"Want to test it?" She glowered.

"What is your quirk?" I asked her curiously.

She sighed and extended a hand to Nemuri. Nemuri beamed and placed her hand in Queenie's without a moment's hesitation. Like before her eyes began to glow. "Leave this building."

Nemuri got up in a daze and walked out of the room.

"There. Any other idle curiosities or can I get back to work now?" She got to her feet, straightened out her skimpy outfit and grabbed the stack of cash off the table before fixing me with a hard look.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Guess you'll have to wait for a parent teacher conference to find out." She stalked past me, tossing her long silken locks of purple hair over her shoulder as she sashayed away.

"HEY! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" Nemuri yelled as she came running back into the building, but Queenie was long gone. "One minute I'm sitting next to the most divine goddess then I'm standing outside confused."

"Her quirk. It's some kind of control quirk." I shrugged, "can we go now?"