II – Sensei

Becoming an outcast did cause some red alarms for some of the faulty.

With the decision to attend U.A approaching nearby, the school decided that it would be good if we had a chance to meet some Heroes that have been there. But for me... they specifically requested someone. Someone that could give advice to someone with a torturous quirk.

Midnight.

The teachers explained to me to be respectful before I talked to her, I just sat there and stared, waiting for all this to be over. What could some hero do to help me? She probably has some epic cool quirk anyways so how could she relate to a freak like me?

The teachers scurry out once they finished talking to me to no avail. And so, I wait in the classroom alone...

But suddenly, SLAM the door flies open by a woman sporting a short skirt, an unbuttoned jacket, and a small under shirt to emphasize her big cleavage. Also, wearing oddly shaped glasses that somehow make her hotter. Everything about her is hot.

She waltzes over to me, hands on her hips, strutting like a model on the runway. Once she reaches me, I didn't know what to say. Her presence towers over me, as I can only look up at this sexy goddess in awe.

She begins to talk in sultry voice,

"Listen here little boy, I understand the problem you're facing.

It is an awkward time to go through when developing your quirk... You don't know how to properly use it, and the ways you do it comes out all wrong. And sometimes people can get hurt accidentally due to this inexperience... but don't worry. The more you do it, the more you get better at IT! You may be repressed now, but getting some experience will make you a pro in no time!"

She smiles to herself after delivering the speech.

My gawking quickly turns sour. No matter the hot bod, she's just like everyone else. She just doesn't get it! I mean, who do I even practice this quirk on? Even if I tickle villains it would be too cruel.

She leans down to get to my eye level. I can't but help look to her cleavage again, where I see both her tits nearly sag out of her shirt. My face must be red from seeing her boobs dangle like that... she doesn't appear to notice as she continues her speech,

"And well, I guess you are in a bit of a unique situation with your quirk. I never would have imagined a tickling quirk, and trust me I have seen some strange ones!

I will be honest with you, boy, it's no powerhouse... but I can still see it being useful for support. In fact, it would be quite effective for immobilizing a foe! Non-violently too! You would be quite the Samaritan!"

There's no way I had the courage to anything, but I couldn't take it anymore. Her appearance making me horny, but the bullshit sit-down talk making me frustrated. And... I just blurted out what was on my mind by accident,

"But isn't tickling too... tortuous?"

She stood back up to ponder for a moment. Striking a very strong heroic thinking pose. Then responds succinctly,

"Listen sweetie, tickling isn't THAT bad. I've experienced a LOT worse, trust me, fufu~"

As she laughed to herself, she goes to pat my head to comfort me. But right as she touches my noggin, her laughter turns into a scream. Her entire body fidgets and gyrates away from me, her breasts jiggling in the process.

Because of the scream, teachers rush in to aid her, believing that foul play happened.

She reassures them everything is fine.

With The Talk over, she gives me her goodbye. With a wink and a wave, she is gone. The teachers escort her away.

Alone in the classroom again, with a raging boner and a lot to think about.

...

I want to tickle her.