Takumi flipped through the sketches on the table in the UA dorm common room, the late afternoon light filtering through the windows and casting a warm glow over the scattered papers. The space was unusually quiet, half the class out for the day, pursuing internships, shopping trips, or personal errands, leaving just a few stragglers lounging on the couches or buried in their phones.
Momo sat beside him, her posture as elegant as ever, her redesigned hero costume concepts spread out like a blueprint for evolution. He'd helped her draft them over the past week, turning her frustrations with the original outfit's exposure into something practical, empowering, and strategically sound.
"See here," Takumi said, pointing to the main drawing, a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit in deep crimson, reinforced with flexible, panels that could expand or contract based on her quirk's needs.
"The high collar and long sleeves provide full coverage without restricting movement. We've integrated modular pouches along the belt and thighs, made from a breathable, conductive fabric, that store pre-created items or allow for on-the-fly manifestations. It minimizes skin exposure, reducing vulnerability to environmental hazards or targeted attacks, while the reinforced seams use a polymer blend that enhances durability against impacts or acids."
Momo nodded, her raven hair tied back in a neat ponytail, eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm as she traced a finger over the design.
"Exactly. And the integrated gloves and boots, I've added micro-channels for better calorie distribution, so I can create larger objects without overexerting specific areas. It's more modest, too, which helps with focus during prolonged battles. No more worrying about wardrobe malfunctions mid-fight. Your input on the tactical layering was brilliant, Takumi, it feels like armor without the bulk."
From the corner of the room, Mina Ashido watched them, her pink skin flushed slightly under the guise of scrolling through her phone on a nearby couch. Takumi felt her gaze like a subtle prick at the back of his neck, he'd noticed it for weeks now, those sneaking glances whenever they were in close proximity.
In class, during meals, even in the halls: her acid-yellow eyes flicking his way, lingering a beat too long before darting off with a playful grin. It wasn't overt, but Blackout's sensory feedback confirmed it, her shadow's subtle tremors when he passed, a quickened pulse masked by her bubbly demeanor. She was curious, perhaps more, and it stirred something in him: another thread to weave, another dynamic to explore.
As Momo gathered her sketches, Takumi's mind wandered deeper, introspective in the quiet hum of the room. Mutants, quirk users like Mina, with their visible alterations, were a unique blend in this world's tapestry, a reminder of how far quirks had warped humanity.
He sometimes got shocked by the extremes he encountered on his day-to-day: a pedestrian with a literal traffic light for a head, blinking signals in rhythm with their thoughts, or another shaped like a pylon cone, orange and striped, navigating crowds with awkward tilts.
It made him shudder inwardly, a visceral reaction to the bizarre, while silently thanking whatever gods or cosmic joke had reincarnated him as he was, human-passing, unmarred by such oddities. No hate simmered in him for the minority; they were just... different, adding colour to an already chaotic society.
He thought of Mirko, her bunny ears and tail enhancing her fierce athleticism, turning potential drawbacks into assets that commanded respect and desire. Even Jiro, with her ear jacks, mutant traits that amplified her quirk in ways that felt almost poetic, extensions of her musical soul rather than deformities.
But then came the darker undercurrents: the fetishes some harbored, allowing them to look past, or even fetishize, the mutant status. People drawn to the exotic, the "other," turning differences into objects of lust. Did he have that buried inside him? The idea gnawed at Takumi, a flicker of self-doubt piercing his usual confidence. He didn't want to fit the disgusting stereotype, the loud, obnoxious types who contributed nothing great, dragging society backward with hate or shallow obsessions. No, he prided himself on being more: a strategist, pushing boundaries not out of bigotry but curiosity.
Still, the thought lingered, a shadow in his own psyche he preferred to ignore, did his attractions stem from genuine connection, or some hidden kink? It unsettled him, this introspective mirror, forcing him to confront the parts of himself that mirrored the world's uglier facets.
A light tap on his shoulder snapped him back. Mina stood there, her horns curving playfully from her pink forehead, acid-proof uniform hugging her curvaceous figure.
"Hey, space cadet. Momo just left for that shopping trip with her mom, Jiro, and Uraraka. You good?"
Takumi blinked, nodding as he straightened. "Yeah, just spacing out. Thanks."
She grinned, her black sclera making her yellow eyes pop with mischief. "No prob. That redesign you helped her with? Super cool. Like, way more practical than her old one. You got skills."
He inclined his head, a modest smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, Ashido. Appreciate it."
Mina clasped her hands together, leaning in with exaggerated enthusiasm, though Takumi didn't miss the dangerous glint in her eye, a spark of intent, calculating and bold. "So... think you could help me with mine? My costume's fun and all, but it could use some tweaks for better acid flow without melting everything."
Takumi nodded, his pulse quickening subtly. "Sure, I'd be happy to."
As she turned to retrieve her notebook from her bag on the floor, purposely bending over, her back arched just so, Takumi's gaze was drawn inexorably to her shape.
The curve of her hips flared invitingly, her ass round and firm under the tight fabric of her skirt, thighs toned from dance and hero training, pink skin smooth and flawless. A tension rose in his crotch, his cock stirring with unwelcome heat, the sight stirring that introspective conflict anew. He averted his eyes, but the image lingered, a tempting distraction in the quiet common room.
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I don't know how it got here so quickly.
One moment, Takumi and Mina were hunched over the common room table, pencils scratching across paper as they sketched out her redesigned hero costume. The next, her lips were on his bare upper body, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across his chest, her tongue flicking over the ridges of his abs as if mapping every inch of his toned physique.
The windows were closed, shutters drawn halfway to mute the afternoon sun that still bore in through the slats, casting striped patterns of golden light across the kitchen counter where they now tangled.
Mina was in her school uniform, the crisp white top unbuttoned just enough to tease the swell of her pink-skinned breasts, her pleated skirt hiked up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her pussy against his crotch with deliberate, teasing rolls.
The friction was electric, her heat seeping through the thin fabric of her panties and his pants, her arousal already dampening the material as she kissed him passionately, lips crashing, tongues battling in a wet, fervent dance that left them both breathless.
Her hands roamed his back, nails grazing his skin, while his gripped her ass, squeezing the firm, plush cheeks that jiggled slightly with each grind.
Internally, Takumi marveled at the blur. One second, debating color schemes for her boots; the next, they were mawing at each other like starved animals.
The shift had been seamless, sparked by a lingering touch on her hand, a shared laugh that turned heated, eyes locking with that dangerous glint he'd spotted earlier. Now, here they were, behind the kitchen counter, hidden from the empty common area but exposed to the risk of anyone descending the stairs.
He pulled away first, his lips swollen and glistening from her saliva, voice low and rough. "You're not worried? People are still upstairs in their rooms."
Takumi knew the layout, Blackout's subtle extensions had scanned the dorms earlier: no Shoji with his multi-arms for extra senses, no Jiro with her ear jacks to eavesdrop on every whisper. Just a handful of classmates napping or studying, oblivious.
Mina giggled, a bubbly, mischievous sound that vibrated against his neck as she nipped at his earlobe. "Aw, are you shy, Takumi?"
The words hit like a challenge, igniting a spark in his chest. His eyes darkened, hands sliding under her thighs to lift her higher, effortlessly, her weight nothing against his strength. She yelped in surprise, her legs dangling as he ducked his head under her skirt, the fabric tenting over him like a veil. His teeth grazed the edge of her panties, and he bit down, tearing them away with a sharp rip that echoed faintly in the room.
The musky scent of her arousal hit him like a wave, her pink pussy exposed, lips glistening with wetness, clit swollen and begging. Without hesitation, he dove in, his tongue delving between her folds, flat and broad at first, lapping up her juices with long, savoring strokes that made her thighs quiver around his head.
"Ah...Takumi!" Mina yelped, her voice pitching high as she gripped the counter for balance, high in the air, her body arched in ecstasy. The pleasure was immediate, intense, his tongue swirling around her entrance, dipping inside to taste her tangy sweetness, then flicking up to circle her clit with precise, teasing pressure.
She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet the height added a thrill, her core throbbing with each lick, waves of heat radiating from her pussy straight to her toes. Takumi went deeper, his nose brushing her clit as he plunged his tongue in and out, hitting that sensitive spot inside that made her walls clench, her juices flowing freely down his chin.
Just then, he felt it, vibrations in the shadows, someone coming down the stairs, footsteps lazy but approaching. He didn't panic; they were behind the counter, out of direct sight. With a quick adjustment, he crouched lower, easing her down until her feet touched the floor, her front facing the entrance like a casual stance.
Mina's eyes widened in panic, her breath hitching as she tried to compose herself, but Takumi just giggled lowly against her pussy, the vibration sending fresh sparks through her. He continued licking away, ferocious now, tongue lashing her clit in rapid flicks, as the intruder rounded the corner.
"Why's it look so dark in here?" Kaminari's voice echoed, yawning as he flipped on a light switch, illuminating the common room further. He paused, spotting Mina behind the counter.
"Oh, hey, Ashido! What's up?"
Mina stiffened, her hands gripping the edge like a lifeline, forcing a smile through gritted teeth.
"H-hey, Kaminari," she stuttered, her voice stifled, thighs trembling as Takumi's tongue delved deeper, sucking lightly on her clit.
"You alright? Look kinda... flushed," he chuckled, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, just...ah...redesigning my costume," she managed, her hips twitching involuntarily as Takumi's mouth worked relentlessly, his hands spreading her thighs wider under the counter.
Kaminari nodded, leaning on the counter casually. "Cool. You should ask Takumi for help...he was killing it with Momo's. Man, I wish I could've designed hers... those curves, am I right?" He grinned obliviously.
Mina squirmed, a fresh gush of wetness flooding Takumi's mouth as he licked even more ferociously, tongue flat against her folds, then curling inside, consistent and unyielding, building her toward the edge.
"Y-yeah, maybe," she gasped, biting back a moan.
"For real, you sure you're good? Sound off," Kaminari pressed, brow furrowing.
"Just... coming down with a cold. Fine, though," she lied, her voice cracking as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
He shrugged. "Alright, see Recovery Girl if it gets worse. I'm crashing again, yawn." With that, he turned, footsteps retreating up the stairs.
The second he was gone, Mina let out a light, shuddering moan, her body convulsing as she climaxed, juices squirting against Takumi's tongue in hot pulses, her walls fluttering wildly.
She breathed out heavily, slumping against the counter as he emerged, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chin slick and shiny.She lightly hit his chest, half-laughing, half-scolding.
"We could've gotten caught, idiot!"
Takumi giggled, eyes gleaming. "Thought you were fine with it."
Mina smiled, a wicked curve to her lips, before ripping at his trousers, buttons popping as she yanked them down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, at least ten inches of rigid heat, the head flushed and beading precum. Her eyes widened in shock, but delight quickly followed.
She rubbed it for a few seconds, firm strokes that made him throb in her palm, then smiled up at him, licking her fingers slowly, tasting the faint salt of his skin mixed with her own lingering essence.
Looking down again, she pursed her lips, letting a slow drool of wet spit cascade onto the tip, thick and glistening, pooling before she rubbed it in with twisting motions, her hand slicking him from base to head. The sensation was divine, her touch expert and teasing.
Getting on her knees, she took him in, lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling the underside as she sucked with immediate fervor. Takumi felt a wave of pleasure crash over him, surprised by her skill; out of his classmates, Mina instantly got it, her mouth a perfect vacuum of heat and suction. She struggled lightly, gagging as she took him deeper, throat constricting around his length, but knew when to slow, pulling back to suck on his balls with gentle tugs, her hand stroking the shaft in lazy twists.
Saliva dripped from her chin, coating him in messy sheen as she alternated, deep bobs that hit the back of her throat, then languid licks along the veins.
She continued until he whispered, voice strained, "Want to cum..."
Mina stopped stroking, pulling off with a pop. "Save it all for one big spurt."
She rose, his cock wet and slippery, throbbing in the air. Lifting her right leg high, to his shoulder, her flexibility on full display, he grabbed it, steadying her as he positioned his cock at her entrance, the head nudging her slick folds.
"Go," she breathed, eyes locked on his.
Takumi slammed in five inches, feeling her delicate walls part around him, hot, velvety, clenching like a glove designed for him. She moaned lightly as he slapped her ass, the sharp sting making her tighten further, squeezing him in rhythmic pulses.
"Deeper," she urged, and he delighted, pushing a couple more inches, feeling the resistance give way to yielding warmth. He started to stroke, slow at first, then building, impressed by her flexibility allowing him to dive deeper, her wetness facilitating easy, gliding motion. It felt like entering a warm sheath, enveloping and inviting, pulling him further with each thrust.
Taking the risk, he lifted her fully off the ground, both legs hooked over his shoulders, her body folded in acrobatic grace, as he smacked into her as deep as he could. Mina held back a yell, her pussy clenching vice-like around him. Since he hadn't raised his silencer, Takumi pressed his lips to hers, muffling the screams in a deep, devouring kiss, tongues tangling as she tightened even more, her walls massaging him in waves.
He let out deep, harsh breaths, the pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
Before he could cum, he dropped her gently, bending her over the counter. The curtains were up now, thanks to Kaminari's earlier light flip, revealing their reflections in the window glass: Takumi fully naked, muscles flexing as he clawed his way in and out of his pink classmate, still dressed in her rumpled school uniform, white top askew, skirt flipped up to expose her ass.
She looked lost in bliss in the reflection, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in ecstasy, breasts heaving, and it only turned him on more, his thrusts turning violent, hips snapping forward with primal force.
He pulled back and slammed into her three times, deep, punishing strokes that made her gush like a fountain, clear fluid squirting in arcs against his thighs. "I'm... going to cum," she exclaimed lowly, voice breaking.
"Me too," he growled, and they shattered together, Takumi pushing to her absolute limit, cumming right in her box with hot, forceful spurts that filled her depths.
She squirted on his abdomen, their releases syncing in a messy, euphoric flood. They stayed locked like that, his cock twitching inside her until he'd released everything, her walls milking him dry.
Finally, he dug his hand into her shirt, cupping a breast, soft and full, nipple hard against his palm, and pulled her up, turning her head for a fond kiss, slow and lingering, tongues savoring the aftertaste of their passion.
As they pulled apart, Mina's eyes gleamed. "To my room."