A/N: Another story new to the site. Probably among the least palatable to standard audiences. The protagonist starts off as not a good guy. He doesn't stay as much of an asshole as he is in this chapter, but he's probably the character that has seen the most growth as a person of all the ones I've written.
So. Fair warning there.
Also, characters are aged up. UA is a vocational college, not a high school. Why do they still wear uniforms? Because shut up.
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The UA faculty watched with expert eyes as the practical portion of the entrance exam progressed. They already have several examinees they know for certain will be students in the coming year. The spiky-haired blonde demolishing any robots she set her eyes on with powerful explosions, the bespectacled boy blitzing through the streets tearing them apart with kicks, the boy fusing the robots to the ground so their programming destroys them when they keep trying to move. All strong candidates purely for their ability to put villains out of commission. Then there were those who excelled for supporting others even during the exam. In this, the girl with vines for hair and the orange-haired girl whose quirk allowed her hands change size stood out.
A boy with blue hair in a short ponytail with a focused look in his burgundy eyes certainly fell into the first category.
"What's he doing?" Cementoss asked as he watched the boy grip a one pointer's head.
"It looks like he's–" Vlad King started, stopping as the boy tore the head clean off, "Doing that."
"But why? It's not very efficient."
On screen, the boy turned and threw the head at a three pointer with enough force to knock it off its treads. A much smaller boy reacted angrily, pointing towards the purple globs on the concrete that the robot was about to run over. The blue-haired boy ignored him entirely, already searching for more targets.
"You were saying?" Midnight shrugged, "But I guess we won't see him earning any rescue points."
From how he's scoring so far, he won't need them," Snipe noted as the boy dropkicked another three pointer, riding it as it fell and kicked off to keep moving.
A week later, he received his results. With a score of sixty villain points, he was accepted as a student of UA.
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"Sai! Sai!" a blonde girl whined her pet name for him as he indulged himself with her body. One hand gripping a breast firmly, the other steadying her hips as he thrust feverishly inside her. Mixed in with her fluids was a trickle of red.
She and the boy had been friends since childhood. They had been a couple for a year. And finally, finally, in celebration of his acceptance into UA she had opened her legs for him! He felt a thrill of exultation run through him as his hips smacked into hers, this would be the first of many rewards for his hard work. He would enjoy her to the fullest now that she had finally submitted herself to him for his enjoyment! Her little gasps and whines were like music to him. She had tears in the corners of her eyes but there was little he could do, girls never enjoyed their first time so he would have to enjoy it enough for the both of them. The second time will be better. His quirk will make sure of it.
He groaned as he spilled himself inside her, the trickle of red muddied by a trickle of white around where they were joined. Tear streaks ran down her face. He wiped them away with a thumb. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I know it hurt but it'll be better in future," he promised, slipping his softening cock out of her.
"Mm, I know," she answered shakily. "I love you, Sai," she said with a smile.
"Hey Juri, I've got an idea!" the boy said suddenly, picking up his phone. "We should take a picture to commemorate this!"
"Uhh, I don't think–!"
"Come on, it'll be great! Something to remember this moment where we proved how much we care about each other!"
He had chosen his words carefully. She wouldn't want to deny it like this, when it would sound like she was denying the last part. Embarrassment caused her to shrink a little, but she nodded her assent.
With a grin, he vacated the bed, standing at the foot of it with his phone ready to take his perfect picture, his perfect memento, the evidence that his path was the right one. With wide eyes, she covered her breasts and her privates, mortified. She had thought it would be a picture of the two of them!
"No, no!" he insisted, "We need to see it all! Where we were joined!" Slowly, hesitantly, her arms retreated to by her sides as she looked away from the camera with a flush. "Can you give me a peace sign? And a smile?"
Would you judge her for doing it? She loved him after all. Or at least thought she did. Fighting through her shame, she offered a weak smile to the camera, holding up double peace signs.
Click!
"Perfect!" he announced, putting his phone to one side.
"You... You won't show anyone will you Sai?"
"Of course not! You're mine, Juri! All mine!" he told her with an insistent, possessive hug. Even as uncomfortable as the picture made her, as much as giving him her virginity had hurt, she still felt happy and safe in his arms.
He smiled to himself. It will all be worth it! He's proven himself correct now. To get everything he wanted there was only one path he could walk and from a young age he has walked it readily.
He pushed himself.
For being born in a culture like Japan, where one is expected to strive eternally, to toil endlessly for oneself, one's family, one's community, one's country. It might have been that such a thing would be commendable. And it was. But even so, even for people from a culture that heaps praise on those who work themselves to exhaustion, people who watched him might have decided he pushed himself too hard. The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. They might have wondered.
Why does he train himself into unconsciousness?
Why would he run until his feet bleed?
He hasn't slept in how long?!
Is he not breathing?!
WHY IS HE STARVING HIMSELF?!
He would probably admit, if under extreme duress, that he might have pushed things a little too far on occasion. He had more than a few emergency hospital trips to show for it. But the results! People might have considered him dangerously self-destructive, but if they knew the potential he held, the absolute jackpot of a quirk fate had decided to bestow on him, they might have understood.
Saiki Saisei. His quirk? Comeback. Every time he stressed himself, his quirk worked to improve him to avoid that stress in future. A punch would get stronger, faster and more efficient. Running? Run faster and for longer without tiring. Loss of sleep? Need to sleep less often. Not breathing? More efficient use of oxygen. Starvation? More efficient use of nutrients and calories to require less food.
Here's the sad truth that those people who would judge him might not have realised. With his history, Saiki was destined for a life of hardship. Orphaned son of a degenerate and a middle-class girl who should have known better. He would have had to strive just to survive, let alone succeed. And Saiki had no intention of settling for just survival.
Heroes. Paragons of justice and virtue!
What a crock.
It had been a long time since heroes could honestly be described like that. Heroes were celebrities. Pillars of strength, sure. Icons of safety, why not. Symbols of peace? With All Might ready to punch out anyone that steps out of line, absolutely. But the reality was even though they looked like they were still everything they started as, they had fallen far. Television appearances, endorsement deals, merchandise, fame, money, power, women! In this society all these things gravitated towards heroes, to the best of the best.
Saiki wanted that. Sure he would punch out a bad guy now and again on the way. A job was a job. But the only important thing to him was the success, the admiration, the adulation! He had nearly put himself in an early grave pushing his quirk to its limits, building himself into a true superhuman in every way he could think of. All a means to an end to reach his goal!
To be the number one hero! To get everything that comes with that title!
And wouldn't you know it? The moment he found out he had gotten into the top hero course in the country his ever so annoyingly chaste girlfriend gleefully let him take her, even degraded herself for his sake. The proof sat right there in his phone. Not even going to UA yet and he got a girl to put herself on display, smile on her face as she showed off her freshly deflowered pussy leaking a mixture of her virgin blood and his semen. What better evidence could he need? This was just the beginning! His origin story!
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Saiki felt content as he lay in bed with his hands behind his head. Finally it was his first day at UA, finally he could begin his training at Japan's premier heroics course! He couldn't wait to get started! When he had awoken, he found himself full of nervous energy.
"Ugluk! Ugluk! Ugluk!"
So he was happy to learn the thing that woke him up was his girlfriend Juri, come to work some of that nervous energy out of him with a morning blowjob. Man he was glad he gave her a key to his apartment! Such a good girl!
Her mouth gave an exaggerated popping sound as she pulled off his cock, hand coming up to stroke him. "I can't believe All Might is gonna be your teacher Sai!" she squealed in excitement, a trail of spit still connected to his pole.
"Of course he is! If I'm gonna be the number one hero it only makes sense to get trained by the old one, right?" he asked as though it was obvious but he couldn't quite hide his own enthusiasm. "... Hey, can I have your ass next?"
She bit her lip, looking away. "Umm... I'm still not... And I have school so..."
"Oh, right, sorry!" he apologised, at least sounding sincere. "Even if you're just going to a regular school you should still give it your all, especially on your first day too!" he assured her, again sincerely even while intentionally diminishing her.
She smiled weakly, once again sliding her lips over his cockhead. He almost fondly put a hand on the back of her neck, stroking her cheek with his thumb and getting a smile from her at the intimate gesture. before pulling her down to deepthroat his cock. Despite how much practice she had over the past few weeks, she still choked fiercely when he did this. But he held her there regardless, watching her eyelashes flutter. He luxuriated in the feeling of her throat desperately constricting on his cock, shallowly thrusting up into her face for a few seconds. Only as her eyes started to roll up did he let her up for air.
Juri was just an ordinary girl. She wanted to be part of something special even if she couldn't be special herself. That was fine with Saiki, as long as she learned her place in the relationship. If she kept him happy, sure, she could hear about all the amazing things he did. Hanging out with pro heroes, getting taught by All Might. All she had to do was make him happy. That was fair, wasn't it?
As her breathing evened out, he pulled her down to get back to work.
Even if she was a slow learner when it came to sucking dick, that was fine. He was happy to teach her. Even if she was reluctant to let him fuck her ass, that was fine. He would just keep reminding her what their relationship was until she learned.
She wanted to be linked to a celebrity, he wanted a willing set of holes living two doors down from him. A classic quid-pro-quo arrangement, right?
He pulled out of her throat to finish in her mouth, watching her cheeks bulge with his seed before she started to frantically swallow, having at least learned that lesson. He sighed in contentment as her tongue undulated over his cock head while he rode out his orgasm. Once again, his hand came around to caress her face, flushed with exertion. "Good girl," he told her lovingly.
She gave a tired smile, nuzzling into his hand.
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Saiki didn't make a nuisance of himself when he first arrived in the classroom, instead he simply took a seat and inspected his fellow classmates. And naturally, his attention fell first to the bespectacled boy who shared his hair colour and the loud, foul-mouthed girl the boy was trying to chastise. The boy seemed refined and dignified, probably from money? Unfortunately he was probably too uptight for Saiki, he'd get on the more ruthless boy's last nerve.
The girl on the other hand, blonde, spiky hair, bright red eyes, wasn't that the girl from that slime villain incident? She wasn't wearing the uniform tie and had her top shirt button open. She was arrogant, picking fights already and calling people 'extras' and 'side characters'. So she was a little dim when it came to people and no one would be angry if he brought her to heel... Interesting.
Who else... A boy with a tail who didn't so much scream boring as he did quietly mumble it and get ignored. Maybe befriending him would make Saiki look even more interesting by comparison? But could he put up with him? There was a boy with bird features trying to look cool and mysterious... Alright, dudes were boring he decided, switching to inspecting the more feminine contingent of his class. And no, that didn't include the guy speaking French.
The girl with the weird features, huge eyes, super prominent overbite... Pass. Then the pink girl... She seemed fun? Maybe good for a quick lay? Wait and see. The tired-looking girl with headphone jacks coming out of her ears? That was a neat quirk. She seemed to be taking lessons on being a cool rebel from slime villain girl, putting her feet up on the desk like that girl had. Sadly, she realised a little too late that the blonde girl was wearing spats under her skirt so she could get away with it. Meanwhile, Earjacks just accidentally flashed her panties to half the class. White with an angry kitten face on them, very cute. And that kind of behaviour suggested a follower of a sort...
… Hello.
Saiki spied at least one girl in his class that he needed to pursue. Much like the the uptight boy, she had refinement. She sat straight in her chair with a polite, placid smile on her face. But she was also quiet about it, the kind of grace she didn't need to announce to prove it like the boy did. That meant moneyed. Upper class at least, if not higher. And her poise only enhanced the appeal of her already stunning figure. She was one he fully intended to watch and get in the good graces of if he could manage it.
And finally there were the two that came in last. The brunette seemed cute in that whole trying too hard kind of way, not really interesting. The interesting one was the other girl and not just because she had the biggest pair of tits Saiki had seen outside of porn. No, the interesting thing was the argument slime villain girl and uptight boy are having stopped dead as soon as they saw her. Saiki didn't know why it happened, but it seemed those two knew something he didn't. Well, if she was the only one in their class that made people shut up and take notice, then Saiki decided he had to do the same.
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Quirk apprehension test? What a strange way to start the school year. Then again, the teacher's explanation made a lot of sense to Saiki.
Physical education was the only class he failed in his old school and through no fault of his own. For six years he had been building his capabilities both physical and mental. It gave him strength, speed and endurance well beyond human norms. When he had displayed his abilities, the instructor threw a fit, claiming he was cheating with his quirk. Even after he had proven what his quirk did, that his body would still be exactly as fit without the quirk as with it, the administration still agreed with the instructor. He was given a failing grade every year for 'cheating'.
It was more than a sore spot for him, to have all of his hard work rejected because it put him at an 'unfair advantage', as if he didn't have to work at all to get where he was now. So this test wasn't a case of getting to let loose for him. It was a chance to compete at all.
And compete he did. Fifty meter dash in 4.32 seconds, grip strength of 147kg, the sandpit for the standing long jump made him wonder why it was even there or why it wasn't longer with so many people clearing it completely. Again and again, in every event he cleared the 'unassisted' world records easily and it felt oh so satisfying to just let loose. Even seeing others outdo him didn't bother him at all. So that Iida guy could outrun him, of course he could! His quirk was based around running! The girl Bakugo could grenade jump further than he can jump? Good for her. Too cheerful girl could throw a ball for 'infinity'? Didn't matter. They all had weak events. He didn't. He might not have absolutely dominated in anything but he excelled in everything.
As he bore witness to the strangest part of the test, with the mystery girl Midoriya attempting the distance throw, some questions got answered but more were raised. First, his teacher was apparently some super low-key hero who could shut off quirks and had a magic cloth. Second, Midoriya and Bakugo know each other. Third, Midoriya didn't have (or appeared to not have) a quirk until recently. Fourth, Midoriya's quirk was some sort of self-destructive power boost, one capable of exceeding Bakugo's giant explosion in power, but at the cost of a broken finger.
Even for all of the questions those answers raised, it gave him an answer to his most important question. How to get an in with the girl everyone, even their perpetually disinterested homeroom teacher, were impressed by.
After getting changed out of his gym uniform, he quickly headed over to the nurse's office to check in on how Midoriya was doing only to catch her on her way out. "Hey, Midoriya right?" he greeted sociably.
The large-chested girl with frizzy green hair looked at him like a deer staring at swiftly oncoming headlights. "Oh! H-Hi!" she squeaked in that same way she had when talking to Iida.
Is... Is she not good with boys? Oh, it was like she was gift-wrapped for him! "Hi, I'm Saiki Saisei–"
"I know!" she said with sudden passion before shrinking away as though she frightened herself. She was like a little rabbit! "I-I mean, I saw how you were at the top of the scoreboard. Though it's interesting that no one really noticed. You didn't really do anything that was super attention-grabbing or anything. Maybe just a basic physical enhancement quirk? But if that's the case–"
… Wow, she just went into her own little world didn't she, Saiki thought to himself as he watched the girl mutter to herself with a hand on her chin. "Uh, yeah, that's..." Still mumbling. "I wanted to–" Still mumbling. "HEY!" he barked, snapping her out of it, back to her deer in headlights look. "I figure since our quirks might be kind of similar we could talk. I'd like to help with yours if I can. I figured out mine late too and I know it's hell to catch up."
"You did? I mean I'm not sure our quirks are–"
"Come on, let's walk and talk," Saiki insisted, already taking a steady walk towards the entrance, forcing the girl to follow him if she wanted to keep the conversation going.
Which of course, she did. "You got your quirk late?"
"No, just no one figured it out until late," he clarified a little. "It's not the most obvious quirk in the world. The only reason I figured it out was finding out what my parents' quirks were and sheer stubbornness."
"Were?"
"Orphan. Since I was a toddler."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with genuine sympathy. What a sweetheart!
He gave her an appreciative smile. "It was a long time ago. Anyway, their quirks were regeneration and temporary physical enhancement when he got injured. I figured it had to be one or the other so I did the obvious thing," he finished with a shrug.
"That's crazy!" she gasped with hands over her mouth. "You hurt yourself?!"
He gave her an amused look, "How's your finger?"
"U-Umm..."
"Anyway, I did heal quickly, or at least quicker than I should have so figured I had regeneration like my Mom. I figured if that was my quirk, I'd make the most of it with a crazy exercise regime. I'd recover quickly from it anyway, right? Be a super strong hero like that." He shrugged. "It turned out there's a little more to it than that. If I put stress on myself, my quirk will heal me from it and fix me up to be more capable next time."
"That doesn't sound anything like my quirk," the shy girl muttered.
"Maybe like an inverse kind of thing," Saiki explained his reasoning. "I have to pay up front to get a boost, you get the boost and pay after."
"Well, it makes sense that it could look like that," she admitted, "But it's not really like that! It's just..." she slumped, the hand with the bandaged finger clenched in a fist, "It's too powerful for me. It only has backlash because my body can't take it at full power yet."
Huh. For a newly discovered quirk that was a lot to know about it. But she probably had knowledge based on where it came from like he did. Oh, wait! "I get it! So that's why you only revealed it recently! If you used it when you were little you'd have probably killed yourself!"
"Uhh... Sure!" she confirmed, staring at him with unblinking wide eyes. "That's absolutely what it is!"
"Hmmm... So what are you going to do about it? You can't keep breaking your bones for every class."
"I know. I need to figure out how to lower the power until my body can handle full power!"
Saiki nodded solemnly, knowing the only course available. "Guess that means you just have to practice."
"Huh?!" Midoriya squeaked, looking at him like he grew a second head.
"What?" Saiki asked, surprised by her reaction. "That's how I got so much out of my quirk. Probably everyone else in our class too. We didn't just start as good as we are now."
"But every time I use it I break my bones!"
"I put myself in the hospital eight times just from training growing up," Saiki countered, stopping the girl short. "No pain, no gain, right? You're not going to master your quirk by never using it. Besides, you broke your finger two hours ago and it's fine now, right? Man, healing quirks are great," he finished, mostly to himself. He planned to get so much mileage out of his quirk now that he had one of the best healing quirks in the world effectively on call.
"I guess..." she muttered, flexing her finger experimentally, seeing the truth of what he was saying. If practicing injured her, she could get it fixed up. Practicing using her fingers, maybe? That was ten attempts to get it right for every visit to Recovery Girl.
"Come on," he insisted, getting her moving again with a hand on her shoulder, making her jump. "I'll walk you to the train station."
"Uh, y-y-yeah! Thanks!"
He could almost feel the heat of her megawatt blush, feel her nervous vibrating through his hand on her shoulder. She would be putty in his hands soon enough, he could tell.