It all happened so suddenly. One moment he was just walking, the next a gunshot pierced the air meant for someone else.
Rori Lovekill died.
Or at least, that's what everyone thought.
When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't in the world he knew. He was in a daze as a calm and divine voice that felt impossibly powerful spoke... "You will be blessed with gifts far beyond your imaginations extent."
He blinked, although now it wasn't as Rori Lovekill but as a young teen named Takumi Ren. And he was far from ordinary.
Takumi Hayase was now in the world of My hero Academia.
[System Activated: Blackout]
Perception: +5
Stealth: +3
Analysis: +2
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Takumi sat in the back row, as usual, his posture casual, almost lazy, but his eyes moved constantly, scanning the classroom. It had been two weeks since the new school year started, and in that time he had carved out a niche: the quiet boy in the back. Not invisible, but not someone anyone paid attention to either. Perfect.
The chatter around him, classmates greeting each other, shuffling papers, adjusting seats, felt like white noise. His gaze drifted briefly to Kaminari, who was leaning forward with a grin, whispering something to Kirishima. Takumi allowed himself the faintest smile. Kaminari's energy was loud, sure, but harmless. Easy to read, easy to predict. That was why he liked him.
Most of the class had no idea about Blackout. To them, it was just a shadow he could dump a few objects into, a minor parlor trick that let him store pencils or notebooks without ever rising from his seat. They didn't feel the weight of it, didn't sense the subtle pull of his consciousness tethered to that darkness. To him, every object was there, suspended, felt, cataloged. Every slight movement, every shift in its weight, told him more than any glance could.
The classroom door opened, and a faint ripple of attention passed over the students. She entered with her usual poise, Midnight. Even two weeks in, her presence had a tangible effect, the air around her charged in a way that no one could explain but everyone noticed. Takumi felt the familiar twinge in the back of his mind, attention. She was teaching, yes, but even as she leaned against her desk, her hair catching the sunlight, he could feel the way her movements influenced the space, the way shadows stretched slightly toward her.
He didn't look up directly, though his peripheral vision captured everything. Subtle tilts of her head as she spoke, the curve of her fingers as they rested against the chalkboard, the slight sway when she moved. He cataloged it all, mentally storing each nuance, each micro-expression. Nothing would escape him.
Kaminari nudged him, leaning slightly. "Yo, Takumi, you taking notes or just… spacing out again?"
Takumi's lips quirked. "Observing," he replied softly, voice low enough that only Kaminari could hear.
Kaminari's eyes widened. "Observing, huh… sounds fancy. I'm just gonna write down what she says."
"Do what you want," Takumi murmured, eyes drifting back to the teacher.
He could feel the weight of the small items in his shadow, pencils and a few notebooks he had 'borrowed' over the past week. Every time a student moved near him, shifted a pen, or dropped something, he felt it in the darkness, subtle but unmistakable. Most would think it was nothing. But to him, every movement, every shift, was information.
Midnight began pacing slowly across the front of the class, her heels clicking lightly against the floor. Takumi didn't flinch. She could sense him; he could sense her. Not in words, not consciously, but in the ebb and flow of presence. There was an elegance to it, a rhythm that even the untrained eye could miss but one he could feel perfectly.
"Today," she said, voice smooth and commanding, "we're going to talk about applying quirks creatively. It's not enough to have power; you need to understand how to use them to their full potential, how to see the openings others leave behind."
Takumi's mind perked up slightly. Not because she was speaking, her words were obvious, but because she had unconsciously outlined the first principle of strategy: observation and exploitation. Every quirk had a weakness. Every user, a tell. Every fight, a pattern waiting to be unraveled.
He let his eyes drift lazily over the class, noting reactions. Kaminari's fingers twitched, eager to participate. Mina looked bored, as usual, but her attention flicked to a nearby classmate. Ochaco's gaze darted between her notebook and Midnight. And in the back, where few would notice, he analyzed the subtleties in everyone's posture, every micro-expression, all cataloged in his mind like pieces on a chessboard.
He shifted slightly in his seat, feeling the slight tug of his shadow as it carried the weight of the objects stored within. The sensation was almost comforting, a reminder that even as the world moved around him, he was anchored to something tangible, something real. It was a secret, yes, but it was his. And soon enough, when the right moment came, it would be far more than anyone in this classroom could imagine.
The lesson continued, Midnight's voice a gentle command, her presence a subtle pull at the edges of his awareness. Takumi remained quiet, attentive in his own way, smiling faintly as Kaminari whispered some offhand remark. The boy didn't know it, but he was one of the few Takumi considered close enough to notice.
Class was over now.
"Heading to the cafeteria now?" Kaminari asked Takumi.
"Sure." He responded, but in truth he was waiting for something to drag him away from this interaction. And it was about to come.
"Takumi, can you stay back please?" And there is was, Midnight had called him back, for what reason...
"Yes sensei." Kaminari made jeers and coo's at the thought his new friend would be getting in trouble.
Takumi merely smiled faintly, letting the door click shut behind the last student.
Almost immediately, the atmosphere shifted. Midnight moved to the blackboard, wiping away the chalk marks. The sound of the cloth against the slate echoed unnaturally in the suddenly quiet classroom.
Takumi's senses tingled, the usual hum of chatter, chairs, footsteps, even the faintest whisper of air felt muted.
It was Blackout. His quirk. His wonderful quirk.
With a subtle motion, he allowed his quirk to expand, a layer of darkness curling from the corners of the room, absorbing light, sound and even feint vibrations. The classroom was no longer just empty, it was isolated, suspended. Shadows pooled and thickened, encasing the space in a quiet that felt almost sacred and forbidden. The world outside no longer existed to them. No sound could escape.
Midnight paused mid-motion, her back still to him, and he could sense the subtle shift in her posture. Not fear, interest, curiosity and tension. Takumi's own pulse quickened, a calm, deliberate rhythm as he took a step closer.
"I have a wound that needs healing." He said softly. His voice carried an echo of silence.
Midnight spun slightly, a playful smile teasing her lips. "Shouldn't that be a trip to Recovery Girl? That's her department you know."
"Oh, but I'm sure it's something only you can heal." Takumi told her with a growing smirk, this had been a game the two of them had been playing since even before he had joined UA. When she had found him loitering around her apartment building.
His gaze slid over her figure. The quiet of the room made every breath stand out.
He moved even closer. The darkness seemed to respond to his will, as it always did, expanding subtly, pressing gently against reality.
Before Midnight could reply, he reached her from behind, sliding his arms around her in a careful, deliberate hug. His body was close, aligned, not overbearing, but commanding.
"Be careful." She squirmed out.
He gently touched her smooth thighs with one hand and tucked her hair behind her ear with the other.
Midnight didn't stop it.
He moved his hand slowly up her thigh until his fingers touched her vulva over her panties. Her legs opened slowly to give him way. His lips were close to her ear as he whispered to her.
"I can see that you also have a wound that needs healing over here."
He gently rubbed her with his finger while his other hand grabbed on the massive lump that was her left breast and squeezed softly.
Takumi could see that her cheeks were turning red and the sound of heavy breathing permeated through the air.
He bit her ear in a soft and erotic manner.
"Ah..." A soft moan escaped his lips.
He tilted her head to his right and bent his neck to kiss her neck as he moved his hand faster.
"Mhmm... Aaahh." She began to moan harder with the volume increasing.
None of them were worried about someone overhearing them since Takumi had made the room soundproof with his quirk.
Feeling her panties getting wetter, he stopped kissing her and backed away slowly. She turned and he looked her in the eyes and she looked back. As if they both reached an understanding they both leaned forward for a kiss.
While their lips touched, he moved his hand to her nether region of her costume and ripped it apart and began to rub the inside of her panties.
Not long after their lips touched, Takumi put his tongue into play and Midnight responded with hers. Not holding back, he penetrated her slippery pussy with two fingers and begun to slowly stroke it.
"Mhmm... Mhmm..." The kiss muffled her moans.
He used his other hand to fondle her well endowed rounded breasts and began to play with them. He liked how soft and fluffy they felt. And the kissing became wilder.
Finally, after a final moan she climaxed. Her love juice gushed out. Her moans were muffled by their erotic kisses.
"I am not satisfied at all." Takumi replied. "It seems only you were healed. It's my turn."
Midnight was breathing heavily while her hand softly touched her area. Takumi looked at the image of her looking up at him in tiring breaths and got even more excited, so much so that his bulge only seemed to tighten in his uniform trousers.
SLAP SLAP
"Be my little slut." Takumi slapped both of Midnights cheeks and gushed at the red forming on her face.
Takumi pulled his trousers off and dashed them to the side and grabbed Midnight's face and pulled it down for a blowjob...
...They both engaged in various forms of BDSM, with Takumi pleasuring himself from her.
Midnight is currently moaning as Takumi took her down and is now chocking her with his thighs as he plunges his fingers in her intimate area.
He enjoyed this all very much.
Midnight was exhausted, her ass cheeks had two red hanprints from takumi. Takumi liked sadism mixed in with women like Midnight, he just felt it was a nice and natural fit that belong together.
He didn't mind Midnight as a person, hero or teacher. But ever since he was dropped into this world with his quirk, she was just another person on his list of who he had to experience before he found a way to explore another world.
She was his first time in this world, and many more times after that. In her home, the school classrooms, the locker rooms, some of the training buildings and toilets too.
Takumi was just putting in the work with her, training. He now felt ready to move on.
But some other things were about to be set in motion, like the attack from the league and the sports festival, but he wasn't worried, even if things didn't go as they did originally, he was strong, so he would make it out, and that was all that was necessary.
"Midnight." Takumi called out as he put on his trousers and buckled his belt, he stepped on her shadow as he spoke. "Get dressed and clean up after yourself. And make sure to act normally and not give anything away." He then placed a kiss on her forehead as she lay on the ground and left the class.