Time passed. A full week. A week full of life, drive and renewed ambition. A lust for everything Saiki could enjoy. Renewed training. Forging bonds through that training. He kept his promise to assist in hand to hand training for his classmates who wanted it. Kirishima and Ojiro being obvious, but also others like Momo, Ochako and Izuku getting themselves involved. Ochoko in particular showing some unexpected but solid basics in the discipline and a genuine drive to improve. And of course he continued to endure his own training, working on his aerial agility as well as transitioning from ground to air and back again. He happily offered himself up as a moving target for others to use, confident in his ability to survive it even if it hit.
This... Had the unfortunate side effect of Tsuyu's strange and incomprehensible habit of tongue-slapping him whenever his wings were out. The habit seemed to become more and more ingrained and encouraging it with training didn't help.
And of course, his life hadn't become all training. He had a handful of girls he was determined to keep happy after all. It was often a wonder whose bed he would be in each night. Momo's, Kyoka's, or his own. He had offered to warm Katsumi's once and her reaction was exactly as funny as he expected. He wasn't the only one bed-hopping however. Kyoka also spent around half her nights in Momo's absurdly enormous bed. And the night he joined both of them was once again a fun experience. Teasing and toying with Kyoka until she tapped out, then pounding Momo into a quivering, delighted puddle.
"That's right you little bitch, eat that pussy!"
And then there was this bitch.
Mirko might have against all odds become something of an icon for him for what it meant to be a hero. And he was of course always eager to get a taste of her body, literally or figuratively. But every time, she was always determined to force it to be on her terms alone. No other woman could be both such an obstinate and a desperate lay at the same time. Every time he visited she wouldn't drag him to her bedroom. Not after the first time. No, instead she demanded he go downstairs to her training space and get ready for her. Then she would come down in a sports bra and thong, ready not for sex but to beat each other literally into submission. The first to fold was the bottom bitch.
And this was how she had him bent backwards, his face trapped between her thighs as she forced him to devour her pussy for her satisfaction. His arms trapped by her much stronger legs and the position preventing him from trying to outmatch her strength any other way.
"Good boy," she grinned down at him, only his eyes visible between her smothering thighs. She gave his cock a quick peck as it poked up at the crook of her neck. "Keep being good and, ah, maybe I'll let this little guy have some fun, huh?"
He glared, continuing to work his tongue deep into the folds of her cunt, swirling and striking at the points that made her shudder. He had learned them well. Any sex with Mirko was nothing hard and fast. She didn't care for a slow and steady build. She was in this to cum, as hard and as often as he could make her until she was an exhausted puddle of sweat and pussy juice.
It suited him just fine. Every time she came it was a new opportunity to turn the tables, at least for a little while.
"So you're still training special moves?" she asked conversationally, more to assert her dominance of the moment than for any practical reason. "It's smart, the way you're going about it. Super strength can overcome a lot of the downsides of fighting mid-air but gotta adapt to your strengths and weaknesses, right?" She squeezed her powerful thighs tighter around his head. "Like now. You're my bitch right here. Too weak to do shit. But you can eat pussy with the best of 'em. That's a strength!"
He continued to glare, his tongue working faster.
"Yeah, that's it, bitch. Lick it good." Her taunts came breathier, her hips moving of their own accord to thrust against the organ she already had trapped. "Fuck, deeper, hit it right there–!"
She hadn't cum yet, it was too early, but dammit if he couldn't overcome his impatience. She was at least distracted. Enough for his newest advantage to come into play without her noticing. Upside down was the least convenient way to do this, but he could manage it. His wings that had silently slid free beneath him fluttered, so fast as to be called a vibration, shoving them roughly upward into the air.
"Dammit," the rabbit woman sighed as she realised her bitch was trying something. She kept her legs snapped shut like a vice to keep him in place. Held his legs. But she couldn't stop his wings as he brought them upward at great speed. The position slammed her breasts and tensed abs against the ceiling, her body prepared for what was coming. But it was still enough to cause an instinctive twitch of her core muscles. Her body loosening to take the impact, enough for Saiki to slip free. In the air he had complete control of their movement so he pushed them away from the hard surface of the ceiling before Mirko could kick off it. Twisting around her, he forced her below him and used his powerful wings to drive them both back down to the floor, Mirko landing on her shoulders.
"Fuck!" she cursed, realising their new position. Her arms were trapped beneath his legs. Her legs held aloft by his arms as he spread them wide. Her caramel-skinned ass pointing skyward. "Didn't like the 'bitch' cracks, huh kid?"
"No, not a fan of 'kid' either. Maybe try 'Daddy' or 'Sir'."
"Oh someone got one up on me and thinks he's hot shit now! But what's he gonna do about it?" It was clear this was a win-win situation for her. Even if he managed to be on top she'd get the pounding and the pussy overflowing with cum that she craved in the first place.
"Well I was thinking," he rolled her hips back so she was bent double, her legs hanging over her own head. He stroked her powerful thighs with just a little awe. Her legs really were amazing. Being trapped between them wasn't all bad. But, with relish, he sank into her pussy, pushing harder to get his thickened root inside to delve balls deep inside her. "I was thinking I'd use this bunny cunt as my personal onahole for a while. You didn't have plans, right?"
"Go for it," she grinned, even if he couldn't see it. Maybe if he did a good enough job she'd let him stay on top. At least for today.
A good teacher rewarded students, right? She was still getting the hang of how all that shit worked. But as he started rolling her hips to fuck her for real, she forgot to care about any of that crap.
-(-)-
Mei Hatsume was a frustrating girl. Eminently fuckable. She had a killer body and gearhead girls were hot. But also incredibly frustrating. Her ways were simple. She only had time for you if you presented or inspired new ideas, or if she thought she could boost her reputation by working with you.
This had been a benefit to Saiki at first. He was apparently someone she found inspiration with, and someone who she felt could build her reputation. Winning the sports festival continued to pay dividends, good and bad. Unfortunately, at some point between his first meeting with her and the next time he tried, Izuku had come by.
That was another problem. Mei was fickle. Easily distractible by new projects. For a full week Saiki had completely lost her attention. She had no time for him while working on something for Izuku. Apparently it was also a pride/competition thing with Melissa. Izuku had come to the American girl first, hoping for the thing that let her use all of her power a few times. It seemed because that device was a spin on an already existing device patented by some support company and something Melissa had made at I-Academy, she didn't have the rights to it. Corporate-run legal systems weren't kind to anyone but the corporations. But, with Melissa failing to deliver, Mei had graciously swooped in to steal her thunder promising big results.
Saiki... Honestly had no idea how that had played out. Or if it even had. He wasn't here in the development studio for himself today. Power Loader asked him to drag the flighty gearhead out of the studio and force her to go to bed.
Well, that was what he was supposed to be doing. But this was the first chance he got to pick her brain when she wasn't working on stuff for Izuku.
"So I was thinking," he continued as Mei continued to work on... Something or other. Looked like a boot. "The lighting rig for the wings is great. But the dial's kind of pointless. If it could be just a switch or something, that might be more convenient, cycling through the basic colours."
"Mm-hm."
"It'd also be good if the lighting ran through the entire suit. Keep everything matching. That way it could be sort of like a beacon system. Blue meaning safe, red meaning danger and green for general day to day. Anyone looking at me would know the general situation."
"Depends on your reputation being good enough people will care, but sure."
Ignoring the mild dig, "I did have another idea. I was thinking some sort of device that could deploy like, knockout gas or a paralytic or something." After all, if he could fill a room with a substance that wouldn't affect him at all but safely put down every villain inside? That'd be a lot safer than if he had to dish out beatdowns.
The inventoress paused. Saiki couldn't imagine a better sign that he had her attention again. "Hmm! Gas canisters in the suit would probably be... Hmm... Maybe a little too conventional... I'll think about it!" she promised, getting back to work.
"Thanks. Oh. And if the suit could just straight up injure me somehow that'd be good." Gotta keep up quirk training.
"Masochist, got it."
That flat delivery. "No. I don't know what's weirder. That you think I want fetish gear in my suit, that you thought that and immediately went along with it, or that you even know what that is, being... You know... You."
"Pfft!" she sputtered a laugh. "You think being a hundred percent brain mode all the time doesn't need a little decompress once in a while?"
And suddenly the conversation was getting fun Saiki realised as he gave her plentiful curves a once-over for the... Well she had her back to him so he never cared to stop, actually. "Let me guess. You're into toys?"
"Nope! Reminds me too much of work!" she answered with precisely zero shame. "I get distracted figuring out how to make them work better. I once bought a vibrator and before I could even try to use it I was working up plans for a double-ended, self-lubing fucking machine. Spent weeks on it but my parents took it apart before I finished it. Never got to try it out." Suddenly, a subtle creaking sound could be heard from Saiki's midsection. The gearhead girl glanced back to stare at his crotch. "Huh! Good to see that's still working!"
"You built this?" the hero student asked, regarding the only thing preventing his cock tearing a hole through his pants at that very moment.
"Just the mix of materials. Designed it for strength and flexibility! Power Loader had to put the whole thing together. Some... Ethics code or some crap."
Well. That was neat. Turned out Mei had been designing things for him for longer than he realised. "Thanks. Yeah, it still works great. So if not toys, then what?"
"Nothing special," she shrugged. "I just rub it out as hard and fast as possible. Easier that way. Means I get back to making my cute little babies faster!"
"Wow. That sounds... Really unsatisfying, to be honest." He wasn't at all unfamiliar with the concept of rubbing a quick one out. He had still been a teenage boy before his first girlfriend even deigned to touch it, and he was familiar with frustration pushing you for speed over enjoyment. But he had long since come to the conclusion that it was an activity worth setting at least a little time aside for. Ideally with a partner. Or two. "I have an idea."
"Not interested! Working!" she answered in a sing-song voice before he could even make the proposition.
"Just hear me out. The reason I'm even here in the first place is Power Loader wanted me to drag you back to the dorm. That part's happening either way. Your studio time is over."
"Seriously?" she whined.
"So let's put that time to good use," he argued. "You're going back to the dorm. If you try to leave before the morning you'll be breaking curfew. So, I fuck you so good you go into a sex coma for the best night's sleep of your life. You wake up bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, maybe a little sore, but ready to get right back to making your, uh, babies." He waited for an answer. None came. "Mei?"
"Five more minutes."
"Mei!"
"Ugh, fine!" She set the boot down on the workbench, or rather dumped it. As he got a better look he realised it did look kind of like the one from Izuku's redesigned costume. "Let's go! The faster we do this, the sooner I can get back!"
He was fairly sure that wasn't how it worked, but he followed her out of the building, then as they reached the outside suddenly swept her into his arms. His wings out and beating as he flew them back to the dorm. "Not bad, eh?"
"Perfect! This way we can go straight to my room and save the forty-seven second to climb to the top floor!"
"Not... What I... Yeah, okay." Potentially romantic moment ruined by a girl who just didn't care about romance. Not that it was that big a deal but it was the principle of the thing. But as the moment was ruined anyway, there was something he couldn't ignore. Something he hadn't picked up on in the workshop with the scent of metal, oil and smoke. "When was the last time you showered?"
"Uh, three, no maybe four...?"
Oh no. No way. "You're taking a shower first."
"What are you, my mom?!"
"Apparently! Wait, no, that would make this really weird." He dropped down onto the balcony of her room. Figures she didn't lock the door. "Just go take a shower and come back."
"Mleh mleh mleh mleh mlehhhh!" she mocked, grabbing a towel and toiletries as she opened the door and slammed it behind her.
Left alone in her room, Saiki had to wonder why he expected her to be anything but a brat when taken outside of her element. And as he looked around her room, he saw that even here, even in a place she hadn't spent more than a couple of handfuls of hours in since she got it, she still styled it as a workshop before a bedroom. A drafting table with a tablet for drawing schematics. A miniature workbench that while never having been used was perfectly set up to what he assumed were her preferences.
... Welp. She had left him alone in her room. Only one thing to do before she got back as he pulled out his phone and... Hm. Plenty of places to put it but he knew someone like Mei would immediately spot something out of place in her workspaces even if she barely used these ones. So instead he chose her dresser drawers as his location of choice, setting his phone to record before trapping it in the top drawer.
Before too long, Mei returned. Carrying her clothes and toiletries. Wearing only her towel. "You didn't take spare clothes," he realised with more resignation than dismay.
"I'd just have to take 'em off again."
The logic was sound, if you ignored several things. Not least of which, "How many people saw you walk up here in only a towel?"
"What's that matter? A few, I guess?" She whipped the towel off with, once again, no hesitation. Her naked body still damp from the shower revealed to hungry eyes without a second thought. "I was promised a hard brain reset! What're we doing?!" she demanded with a grin. Even if there were things she would rather be doing, it seemed so long as she was doing this, she was game to enjoy it.
"Since you pretty much told me you've got no experience, we'll start with figuring out what you like." First things first, he was overdressed. He discarded his own clothing against the balcony door, watching with a satisfied smile as Mei's cross-shaped pupils dilated as his body was revealed. Then dip as his cock sprung free of its confinements, her eyes bobbing in time with it.
Good. She wasn't gay or asexual. That was an important starting point. He stepped toward her, her hand reaching toward him the moment she could reach to take his manhood in hand without any prompting. In turn, he spun her around to put her back to him so he could get a feel of her body. She had curves. More so than most of his classmates who tended a little more toward the fit side. By his estimation, only Ochako had a similarly soft body type, and he wasn't so sure about that anymore judging by their training sessions. Mei wasn't a layabout but she didn't care as much or at all about fitness. That combined with a similar disinterest in careful dieting while only eating when she felt she needed to (and getting her fill at those times), she had a layer of softness on her body his other lovers didn't. Her soft and squeezable breasts that defied gravity with their perkiness, each capped by thick, puffy nipples. Her plush thighs. And of course the secret treasure that lay between them.
Mei didn't have as much care for keeping herself trimmed down there, but the small thatch of pink hair wasn't exactly unruly either. It had a different feel to it. It was an interesting contrast. His fingers slipped along her lips, her hand pressing against his trying to push his fingers inside, while her other hand continued to feel and fondle his cock and balls with such scrutiny it was like she was figuring out how they worked.
No wonder she had trouble with toys. She couldn't turn it off, it seemed. Well, that was what he was here for. At least that's how he framed it. "How does it feel?"
"Pretty good, I guess," she answered with a hitching sigh as he squeezed her left breast in a gentle milking motion, pinching her nipple gently before repeating it.
"Better than on your own?"
"Sure," she answered, "But I'd also be ready to cum soon on my own."
"Yeah? Well, we've got nothing but time right now. I promised you a, how'd you put it, a hard reset. And that's what I'll give you." His fingers slipped inside her slit, finally doing what her own hand had been demanding since he first ventured there. Slowly, gently fingerfucking her with middle and ring digits plunging in and out of her as his thumb stimulated her button.
"Ah, f-fuck that's better!" she cheered, letting him work as she continued to encourage his hand. "Keep going! Keep going!"
And he stopped.
"Hey, what the heck!" she whined as he turned her around again, gently but firmly pushing her down to her knees.
"We're figuring things out. What you like. What you don't like. Time to see if you have an oral fixation," he grinned down at her, hand at the back of her neck guiding her toward his cock.
"Pretty sure I don't."
"Only one way to be sure! For science!" he insisted, guiding his cock between her lips. The biggest complaint she gave was a dirty look as she opened her mouth to at least give it a try.
A single try, because after a few light sucks and a bobbing of her head she pulled away. "Nope! Next!"
A brat. A brat through and through. Well alright then. "Okay. Here's what's next." He held her head more tightly, once again pulling her down a little more forcefully to take it deeper.
"Mmph!" She glared up at him as he continued using her mouth, fucking her face on his cock.
"Hey, inexperienced blowjobs aren't that fun for me either," he defended his actions. A statement that was technically true. Followed by one that was actually true. "This is to see how you feel about losing control. About someone else deciding what you're doing. So all you have to focus on is doing it right." All genuinely true. He wasn't putting her through a punishing or rough pace, still just getting her used to the feeling of a cock filling her mouth. Not even mentioning her teeth for the moment. Teaching her to suck cock properly wasn't the point of this. "Just tap my thighs if you really need me to stop."
He had a hunch. Based on how she acted pretty much every time he had seen her. Mei Hatsume was a genius, a prodigy. Diligent almost to the point of self-harm because she was just that passionate about the very discipline for which she had such incredible talent. As such... There were strong odds that Mei Hatsume had very rarely been told 'no'. Even Power Loader, a teacher, gave her far more leeway than was in any way reasonable. She slept at the school. She worked in the studio long after it was supposed to close and long before it was supposed to open, often with no gap in-between. Beyond the very special circumstances of Melissa, only hero students were being moved into dorms. But somehow Mei had also gotten her own room, specifically so she could continue spending all of her time at the school, just in a less unseemly way.
She was a golden child. A wunderkind. And as often happened with such people, they were accommodated for the sake of letting them fulfil their potential. More often than not, that kind of lackadaisical approach caused problems more than it solved them. There was a certain blonde a couple floors down who proved that all on her own. But for Mei... Well, it was working? But at the expense of her being a well-rounded person. She lived to create and that was beautiful. But her people skills were more than lacking. People weren't interesting so she ignored them until they could benefit her. The moment someone unscrupulous came to realise that, figured out she would be easy to manipulate...
Or had that already happened? Because here he was. He didn't care that she wasn't good with people. In fact that was amusing more than anything. He wasn't overly concerned with making her a more well-rounded person. What he had found was a girl who had rarely been told no.
And judging by how her palms had raised, ready to slap his thighs... Only to stop and rest them there instead... Maybe that was something she might appreciate. A few more seconds passed as his cock continued to slide between her lips, before she finally did begin gently tapping his thighs. His hunch had been right, it seemed. That hesitation was damning.
Obligingly, he stopped pushing her movements, instead gently controlling her pace as he pulled her off his cock. Trails of spit connected her to it as she panted for breath. "Haa... Don't think I like blowjobs."
"No?" Did she forget that was no longer what he was testing? Or did she choose not to acknowledge it? "Hm. On the bed."
"Can I just–?"
"No. Now." She pouted, showing her dissatisfaction but obeying anyway. "Legs spread. Show me your pussy." She shifted her ass forward in her seated position so she was just on the edge of her bed, legs spread wide. And though he hadn't asked for it, she used her fingers to spread her folds for him.
Called it.
"What now?"
From her normal wilful attitude, to letting him facefuck her, to asking permission, to following orders, to asking for guidance. Maybe she was realising what she liked faster than he was. "Now," he spoke as he walked toward her, leaning over her as he got to his knees, "Now I'm going to do something I know you'll like, but I want to see how much." And so began his descent over his body with hands, then tongue as he positioned himself between her legs to lick at her exposed folds.
"Ghh, okay! Yep! This is better! I like this!" In a nice bit of turnabout, her hands were suddenly fisted in his hair this time, doing her best to keep him right where he was as his tongue licked and sucked at the spots that usually worked for his lovers. He had enough experience by now to know broad strokes of how to orally pleasure any woman (including the sometimes literal application of broad strokes). But there were always little things different to each. Some like Kyoka went wild for clitoral stimulation. Mirko preferred he dive deep and search for 'the spot'. A little fold that really got her going. Well, alongside shoving him as deep into her pussy as he could go as a power move.
Mei? Mei was a bit of a wild one. It almost didn't seem to matter what he did to tease her slit. She took it with glee as she humped his face, physically begging for more. Maybe because the buildup was perfunctory to her. She didn't care about the how of getting there so long as she got herself there. So careful and targeted stimulation was a little new to her.
He pulled away, his chin smeared in her juices. Second time today.
"Wait, what? Don't stop! I haven't finished yet!"
She tried to push him back down. Cute. He didn't budge an inch. "Tell me what you want." He continued to toy with her, stroking her folds gently with a finger, but only to keep her close to that edge.
"I want to cum! Why did you stop?!"
"Because I want you to beg. I want you to say, 'Please make me cum'."
"Just do it, I'm so close!"
"Then I guess if you don't want me to, I'll leave." He looked away from her, toward her balcony door. Then back at her, telling her with his eyes exactly how serious he was that he'd just walk out that door. "I'll leave and you can finish yourself to the least satisfying climax you've ever experienced, knowing exactly how good it could have been if you just–"
"Please!" she blurted out, pouting as she realised she had said it. "Please make me cum."
"Good." Despite her grinning from eager expectations, he had no intention of satisfying them. Instead, he stood, pulling her from under her hips to flip her over.
"What are you doing? You promised!"
"I did." His cock stood proud and fierce, prodding her entrance to silence her. "I'm going to make you cum. Not just once." He thrust forward into her cunt, breaching her barrier in one swift movement to half-fill her soaked core. He had prepared her thoroughly for this. The pain was nothing to the once again building pleasure as he pumped his hips into her from behind.
"It's good! It's good! It feels good!" Mei panted as if she were still surprised by it feeling quite this good. What a disappointing time she must have had on her own before this. "It's so–! Nnnnngh!"
Her cunt flexed around him as he drove deeper and deeper on each thrust, paying no mind to the added pressure she was exerting as she rode her first orgasm of the night. "I'm going to keep fucking you. Not until I'm satisfied. Until you can't take it anymore and pass out. Then tomorrow we see where we go from there. Sound good?"
"So good!" Mei slurred, her arms given out under her to leave her sprawled over her bed, her hips kept up by Saiki's guiding hands and cock as he kept fucking her.
"Glad we agree."
He used her then. Exactly as he promised. Used her for his own pleasure, while also making sure to wring as many climaxes from her body as he could before she would give up. For each one of his, he drew three from her. By her fifteenth, her eyes were drifting closed, her bedding somewhat ruined from their combined fluids. One more finish for the road, stroked to completion to spray over her perky tits.
He sighed in satisfaction. He was going to bring another down to his level, wasn't he? First Katsumi, then Momo, then Kyoka and now Mei. He was greedy. He was lustful. He couldn't deny himself the things he wanted. Another beautiful girl, one to personally design his support gear for him? Too tempting to pass up. This was only the beginning for her. "Goodnight, Mei," he bid her, kissing her on the forehead as her eyelids drifted closed.
He dressed, grabbed his phone, and hopped off the balcony, returning inside to return to his own room for his own rest.
He didn't sleep much. He never needed to. So he was fully awake and aware, his door unlocked when he was disturbed by a wild-eyed and very naked Mei. "WING DISPERSAL SYSTEM!" she shouted unexpectedly as she stood just inside his doorway.
It was as he blinked in confusion that Saiki realised yes, she was naked and not only that, still coated in dried semen. "... Come again?"
"No thanks! Last night was enough and it was amazing by the way you were totally right I feel GREAT! A wing dispersal system!"
"Yeah, I'm still not following you on that last part."
"WING DISPERSAL! I can fit canisters of a substance into the wing harness to spray along your wings, then you use the flapping of your wings to disperse it using air pressure! I'M A GENIUS!" she declared, throwing her hands into the air.
"Ooh-la-la!"
"The fuck out of here, Aoyama!" Saiki barked, charging at the blond, or more accurately the door.
"Oh–!"
Slamming the door in the twinkly one's face, Saiki turned back around to... To the girl who had also turned around to show Twinkle the goods full-frontal. He sighed. "Wing dispersal."
"Mm-hm! Mm-hm! It'll work PERFECTLY!"
If she got it working right, she'd be right. It was more or less the kind of thing he was looking for and though he'd have to train himself to do it accurately, guiding the substance using his wings would give him more control than he was hoping for. "Awesome. How about the injuring thing?"
"Oh, that's already handled with the injection system Aizawa had me design for... You..."
"... What?"
"What?"
His eyes narrowed. "No, you said something."
Wide-eyed and with a stiff expression, she nodded. "I said it's already handled. No problem! Then I stopped! Mm-hm! Oh look! I'm naked! I should go put on clothes!"
"Shower first."
"Ugh, but I showered last night!"
Was she fucking serious? "Okay, we're going to talk later, and we're going to set up some ground rules. One of them will include daily showers. Understand?"
"Hnnnn..."
"Say you understand."
It was weird, seeing a girl coated in cum pouting like a child for being told to wash herself. "I understand."
"Good. Go."
So. He got himself a bratty sub who had no idea what boundaries were or why she should care about them. Suddenly that seemed like a lot more work than it had when he was fucking her into a coma.
-(-)-
The faculty office was quiet.
"You're staring at me."
...
The erasure hero's eyes narrowed at his student who insisted on staring daggers at him for the past ten minutes. "Stop it."
"Mei Hatsume said you're having her design some kind of injection system for me."
"Not true at all."
The deadpan look of Aizawa was usually hard to read. And it continued to be so in this case. "Does that mean it's entirely not true or only partially or potentially true like those 'rational deceptions' you're so fond of?"
"You were less annoying when you only talked like this to other students."
The staring continued.
"Ugh." The teacher's eyes rolled as he turned to properly face his most burdensome student. "Fine. It's for a potential application of your regeneration using drugs."
"Wait, what?" Of all answers... Well in hindsight it made a lot of sense with injection being the point of it. The only alternative that came to mind was a secret plot to assassinate him via injecting poison. Which... Probably wouldn't have worked very well even if it had made the slightest bit of sense, which it didn't.
"The idea is the negatives of drug use are barely a consideration for you so you'd just get the positives," Aizawa continued to explain as matter of factly as he tended to. "Basically, Recovery Girl's working something up that would trick your brain into going into overdrive, letting you push past the natural barrier that prevents you from overtaxing your body. On top of that, it would also mean training to use it would also give you more standard training gains since it'd put strain on you no matter what."
"So why aren't I using it now?!" That sounded perfect! Better than perfect! It was what he wanted from Mei and then some!
Somehow, despite being almost identical flat stares, this one seemed to question his intelligence. "Because aside from the fact that you're being a brat about this when we're still working on implementing it. We're under more scrutiny than we've been in a long time. People are waiting for a sign that we've screwed up again. So, when Mirko suggested it I decided it was best to wait until you've gotten your provisional hero license before we even give it a shot."
Mirko suggested it? "Why would that matter?"
"Aside from proving you've got your head on straight enough to be considered a real hero. It would prove that legally you can be trusted to handle your own well-being. A provisional license basically declares you're a fully licensed hero the moment you graduate. Legally recognised as someone who can judge when and how it's best to put himself in danger. That's the bottom line here. That's what this represents. Giving you the ability to put yourself in further danger to get yourself out of it."
"Trust me," the teacher continued, with a little more tiredness and defeat in his voice. "We're not working with kid gloves anymore beyond what the law demands. We can't afford to."
-(-)-
All Might couldn't remember the last time he had needed to actually venture into the maximum security prison Tartarus. This place held the worst villains, the most dangerous villains in the country.
The only possible place they could even consider holding All for One.
"All Might," Tsukauchi said, putting a hand on his old friend's shoulder. "Are you sure you're ready for this? What's in there is..."
"I know, Tsukauchi," the former number one hero assured the detective with a weak smile. He knew what he was about to see. And no amount of preparation would make it easier to take.
He walked down the hall to the very private room reserved just for his arch-nemesis. Waited as the guards performed final security checks. Getting a nod from them, the door opened with a hiss, allowing entry not into the prisoner's room but into an observation room. For security reasons, no one was allowed in or out of the villain's room. Moving him from place to place was all done by machines, never letting him escape the chair for any reason. His list of quirks was long and they still didn't know exactly what he was capable of.
All Might took one step. Two. Eyes focused only on the man through the window. So much so that he had to guide himself into the chair by hand.
The clothes he wore were restraining. His arms kept folded over his chest. Secured to the chair by a multitude of belts and straps that would snap in an instant if he ever decided to try. His skin was paler than it had been the last time All Might had seen him. Trapped indoors ever since Kamino. If only the reason were so simple as that.
He wore no mask. No breathing apparatus. Instead the smile that would have been beneath it was revealed to the great hero. Full of perfect, white teeth. A sharp jawline. No sagging, leathery or mottled skin. Perfectly clear. The complexion of a young man in the prime of his life. The top of his head covered by white hair barely an inch long.
And that smile...
"All Might!" His voice was once again young and strong. "I've so longed to look on you once again." Red pupils shone with a malevolent joy. "With my own eyes."
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