Juzo swallowed thickly. Was this the same man he had seen just a few days ago? The puny reserve course student that he had handily beaten and left licking his wounds now stood before him, radiating like a god. "Wh-what the hell happened to you?" Juzo could only mutter.

Izuru merely grinned in response. "You were right, Juzo. You were absolutely right. Simpletons like the previous me - they don't deserve to be in the presence of Ultimates. They don't deserve to be anything other than cogs in the machine. They definitely don't deserve - Juzo grunted as Izuru cupped his crotch - to be loved and adored as we should be. Isn't that right, Juuuuzo~

Juzo was sweating profusely. This fucking normie who just a day ago he could have buried without a second thought, was now in his face and exuded strength and... hope. How was it possible? His luscious locks were even superior to Juzo's. Juzo gulped. He had to get out of this situation, and fast.

"I- you need to b-back that a" but Juzo was interrupted as Izuru kissed him deeply.

Immediately, Juzo lost all ability to think. For the first time in his life, he wasn't concerned with finding an old lady to sucker punch, or making sure to take up two spaces while parking in the handicap section. His mind was filled with wondrous possibilities of hope and the ecstasy of being dominated.

"click"

Juzo blinked. "Huh?"

Izuru smirked from behind the camera. "That's a nice expression you've got there. I'm sure Munakata is going to love this."