"Hey Nagito." Rantaro said as he walked into the store, where the lucky student was browsing the hardware section, the tall shelves stacked with various items.

"Oh, hello," Nagito said. He never knew what to make of the Ultimate Survivor, given that it was such a strange talent, and he would never tell anyone why he had it. "What're you doing?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing actually," Rantaro asked as he walked up next to him. The boy seemed to be examining a set of nail guns.

"I'm looking for a good nail gun to use to put up some posters. Mahiru is setting up a sort of concert with Ibuki, Sayaka, and Kaede, though…I'm not sure how their styles of music are going to pair well together. She assured me it would be fine, though." Nagito explained as he picked up one of the guns and absentmindedly aimed it at the ceiling. He accidentally clicked the button, and a nail shot up into the ceiling, causing bits of dust to fall down onto the two. The two stared at the nail for a bit before back at each other.

"Well then," Rantaro said.

"I was expecting the ceiling to cave in," Nagito admitted.

"Why's that?"

"That's just how my luck usually works," Nagito explained. "It probably wouldn't kill me but leave me in quite some pain."

"I see," Rantaro said. "Has it always been like that?"

"Since I was born, yes." Nagito nodded. "I think my luckiest thing was getting accepted into Hope's Peak and being allowed to be among some of the greatest talents in the world! Everything else pales in comparison."

"That's what you think?"

"Of course! Everyone is so incredible, especially compared to scum like me!" he cried, but Rantaro frowned.

"You should value yourself more. Take it from an ultimate myself, you have value in your own talents as well, and without them too," he said, but Nagito just examined him. Once again, he didn't know how much of his words he should consider. Rantaro was a recognized ultimate, but his ultimate ability was just so strange that he didn't know what to make of it. The boy being so incredibly handsome didn't help with that either. Sure, other ultimates were definitely attractive on the merit of being ultimates at all, but Rantaro was different. To Nagito, he was conventionally attractive too, almost as much as Hajime.

"I find that difficult when I'm surrounded by all of you." Nagito finally said.

"I'm sure you can shine just as much as the rest of us," Rantaro said with a smile that shot straight to Nagito's heart. He'd been told such a sentiment many times before, but this time it felt…different. It felt actually somewhat meaningful, but he wasn't sure why. Nevertheless, he smiled.

"I suppose I could try," he said, and Rantaro nodded.

However, just then, the ceiling finally collapsed. Of course, everything missed the two entirely, forming a tight circle of debris around them, but one piece fell somewhere else. A chunk collapsed onto the shelf, breaking it. A shot-put ball rolled down and off the shelf, managing to catch Rantaro's pants in such a way that not only did it yank them down, but his underwear went down with it. His cock bounced free as the ball crashed through the floor. Both boys' gazes landed on his cock, and inexplicably, it suddenly became rock hard, stretching up towards the heavens as it filled out. Nagito blinked.

"Oh," Rantaro said.

"I see," Nagito said. The thick and long shaft was incredible. He'd expected the boy to be hung, but not like that. Every slight movement Rantaro made the cock swing, and the fact he got so hard just from Nagito looking at it…it felt like that said a lot. "Impressive."

"You think so?" Rantaro asked, half in shock.

"Yeah," Nagito said, and without thinking, reached down and grabbed it. Rantaro stiffened, then trembled as Nagito gently stroked it. Nagito could feel himself growing hard as well, which surprised him. No one had ever been able to turn him on like this before except Hajime, which he didn't know how to interpret.

"N-Nagito…" the boy gasped, but Nagito just kept stroking in confusion. His dick pulsed and throbbed, but he kept going, wrapping his whole hand around it and moving it up and down. Rantaro didn't try to stop him, and his head reeled back as he felt pressure. Nagito kept at it, moving faster and faster until the boy came, rather quickly. He shot ropes of cum so hard they landed on the lucky student's face. His eyes went wide as he watched it also coat his hand, and the boy emptied himself until there was nothing left. Nagito removed his hand and examined it as Rantaro held onto the shelf to keep himself up. "Uuuuu…" he practically whined as he panted.

"Interesting," Nagito said. "Would you like to do me?" Rantaro looked up at him.

"What?"

"To make it fair," Nagito explained as he started unbuttoning his pants. Rantaro was about to say no until he revealed not only how big he was as well, but how hard he was. In that moment, maybe it was perhaps because he was still reeling, but, he decided 'fuck it'.

"Yeah, sure."

After that, the two spent almost two hours going back and forth making each other cum in various ways. They got so into it that Mahiru walked in to check on them, but got so embarrassed and disgusted that she bolted away faster than she had ever gone in her life. When they were done, they collapsed on the floor and talked some more about talents before Nagito got up, grabbed the nail gun, and walked out.

Though the two would meet again in Nagito's room that night.