It wasn't an unfamiliar scene. A girl getting dragged to Saiki's room. Though for most girls there wasn't this level of resistance. Only for Katsumi, and any disinterest or discontent she outwardly showed was always quick to vanish the moment they were behind a closed door. The ornery tomboy quickly changing her tune as Saiki forcefully groped her, mashed his lips against hers as his tongue demanded hers submit. Katsumi naturally refusing, never the type to back down from a fight. And so began the usual battle for dominance that started every single one of their sexual encounters, at least the ones where the winner wasn't predetermined by some earlier contest.

Each of them losing clothes as fast as the other could strip them off. Katsumi's hand slipping into Saiki's boxers to wrap around his hard cock and give it a few strokes. A rough fondle of his balls. Meanwhile Saiki's hands took two handfuls of her muscular ass, one giving a cheek a quick swat then a soothing rub. No sign of giving in from either of them, he switched to drastic measures.

"Ah!" Katsumi gasped as she felt a sudden intrusion, a finger slipped inside her back door.

"That's my win," Saiki grinned, paying no attention to the trail of spit connecting their parted lips.

"Fuck you, no it's not!"

"You gonna lie to me now?" he asked with a challenging eyebrow raise.

Her eyes flicked away, then back at him. "You fingered my ass! That's gotta be cheating!"

"But I stayed quiet while you tugged my balls hard enough it's like you were trying to rip them off," Saiki countered. As he spoke, he pumped his middle finger in and out of her tight ass, enjoying how she bit her lip to avoid moaning again.

"Dammit, fine! You win."

"Good. Get on your knees."

The blonde stared at him in disbelief. "You friggin' serious?"

"I didn't stutter," he answered, sitting on his bed with his legs spread. "Get on your knees, slut."

"Asshole," she muttered, followed by a grunt as she lowered herself down, her combative lover's finger slipping out of her hole as she went. "Can't believe you're having me do this," she complained as she pulled his cock out, pumping it a few times as she got ready. "Just because you're top doesn't mean– Mmph!"

Saiki rolled his eyes as he pulled Katsumi's head to put her mouth to better use. "You can complain all you want," he told her as he pumped her head up and down the top few inches of his cock, the irritable girl making gagging sounds as he fucked her face. Her eyes glared up at him, furious at the treatment. "That's right. Glare. Act like you're pissed off all you want." Pulling her off of him, he let her catch her breath. "But I know every time I treat you like this, you always end up soaked. How about now? Tell me the truth. You know I'll check. How wet are you?"

"Fuck you," she bit out through deep breaths as she jerked him off. "Course I'm wet when you got me going before this."

"Oh yeah, when I fingered your ass?" he asked with a grin. "Guess either you're a subby suck-slut or a subby ass-slut. Or maybe I'm right and it's both; you've learned to like it when I treat you like my personal cocksleeve."

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you!" Saiki responded cheerfully, pushing his cock between her lips again. "Don't worry, I'll give you what you're craving. You can have it in every hole. Gotta enjoy it now so you can rest up for the exam." Even as he said that, he continued to mercilessly drive the pace and depth of her blowjob until he lifted his hips. Settled his weight on his feet to tip her head back for an easier deepthroat. It was considerate, really. No need to make things more difficult for her while feeding his cock into her throat.

Even as she choked on his dick, she didn't stop glaring up at him. As if challenging him to do his worst, insisting she could take it. And she could. They both knew it. Well, unless this turned into an endurance match. Katsumi could take a lot of punishment but tougher women than her had failed to outlast him. Or one woman, rather. Still, in terms of toughness, Katsumi was in a respectable second place of all his lovers, not that he'd ever tell her that out loud however. She'd demand to go a round with Mirko as a point of pride and, hilarious as that would be, it wouldn't exactly benefit anyone.

By comparison though, Saiki unloading a thick load of his cum down Katsumi's throat benefited both of them. Not that she would ever admit it, even as she drank it down like the thirsty bitch she was. He carefully withdrew himself, sliding his meat out of her throat, out of her mouth. The only sign of discomfort she gave; a weak, sputtering cough as his girthy prick escaped her lips. "You asshole."

"Your asshole?" he asked, pretending to mishear. "No, we'll save that for last." No warning, barely any time for her to recover. He stooped down and grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her as he spun to lay her on his bed, hilting inside her in one merciless thrust. "What did I say?" he asked with a grin as he fucked her with the sound of lewd, wet slaps. "Deny it all you want, you're fucking soaked. Maybe all the foreplay you need is a good throatfuck."

"Agh," she grunted, feeling the force of his thrusts through her whole body as he pounded into her. "Make me cum then if it's so goddamn easy!"

"Damn right I will!" Saiki promised, gently wrapping one hand around her slender throat, just tight enough for her to feel it.

Her teeth grit together as she found herself working just that little bit harder to breathe. Gasps and moans escaping her as Saiki ravaged her pussy like he had so many times before. And just like all of those times, just as she always wanted to pretend she didn't, she found herself loving it as she felt her insides fill and empty over and over again. His cock splitting her open in that way that she had come to crave. The pleasure of a good fuck with just that slightest pain from a careful lack of restraint. Pushing her just that little bit past the breaking point.

Katsumi knew, if he cared to, if he was that kind of monster, he would be able to break her. With her at his mercy like this, it wouldn't even be hard. Which meant that pain of him going just that little bit too hard, it was entirely his intention. He did it because he knew she loved it. She hated him for it just as much as she loved the feeling of him claiming and reshaping her cunt yet again. She felt the final stirrings of her climax, her last warning of the oncoming wave. Her eyes dilated and right as she reached her peak, the hand gripping her neck tightened, cutting off her air. The blonde bomber saw stars as her pussy clamped down on her lover's cock, milking him, massaging him. All the while her synapses fired madly as her pussy screamed its overwhelming pleasure, while her lungs screamed at the sudden danger.

The sound that escaped her was a pathetic and strangled whine as she experienced the most explosive and intense climax of her young life.

The hand choking her retreated, moving down to join its partner in molesting her breasts. And in the moments following as she desperately tried to regain a little of her sense and sanity, even as her partner continued fucking her without mercy or reprieve... A little more of her true feelings came through. For just a short while, the aggressive attitude slipped. And underneath was a girl mewling and squealing as she enjoyed getting a rough fucking. Her hands grasping his arms, her body moving with his, desperate for more pleasure. Her body, her face and her voice begging for more of what he had to give her.

With her reactions so easy to read, Saiki had a great time watching what really made her writhe. No bravado, no trying to look tough by hiding her reactions, just honest desire and ecstasy. She was an open book as he drove her to a second peak, right on time for him to flood her pussy with his seed. Her hands scrabbled at the bedsheets, desperate to hold on to something as her insides milked him, her pussy drinking his cum as readily as her throat did. He leaned over her sweat-slick body, still sheathed inside her, his lips right next to her ear. "You like getting choked, too," he whispered to her. "I'll remember that."

"Fuh– Fuck–!" Sense came back to her, realising what had just happened. She tried to push him away but her body felt weak. Pushing against him felt like trying to push over a mountain. "Fuck–!" Katsumi cursed again, this time in surprise as Saiki picked her up and turned her over in the same movement, catching her while spreading her thighs. "Hold on–!"

"I said I was saving it for last," Saiki reminded her as he positioned his still hard and throbbing cock at her asshole, manoeuvring her body to put just the right amount of pressure on it until...

"Nnnnnngh, fuck!" she groaned out as she felt him spear her guts, every inch a fresh friction as his shaft delved deeper into her bowels. "You fucking asshole!"

Saiki elected not to make the joke this time. "Damn, every time your ass is so fucking tight! It's amazing!"

"Shut the fuck up don't tell me that!" Katsumi complained. "Besides, you're just too huge!"

"Well, that's gratifying," he said with a grin in his voice as he brought her down even further, digging deeper inside her. "But if you remember..."

"Hnnnngh-agh!" The blonde's eyes flew wide as she felt the greater thickness intruding into forbidden territory. "Th-That's–!" she stared down at herself, down past the cum leaking from her pussy to Saiki's pendulous balls as they slapped upward.

"That's right," he nodded, licking the shell of her ear. The thickened root of his penis lodged in her ass. "What you're feeling right now? You did that! Doesn't it feel good? Every inch of me buried in your tight little ass? No one else has managed that. Don't you feel accomplished? You're my most accomplished little ass-slut, Katsumi."

"Like fuck I–! Ah!" Her retort died as she felt him pull, felt him remove the bulge. "Fffffuck!" And then felt as he began fucking her ass in earnest, her body held up and helpless as he bounced her on his cock. Every few thrusts that bulge stretching her hole to pop back inside. The process repeating for a dozen times before he switched position, dropping them both down with her bent over the edge of the bed. The larger Saiki looming over her body as he rammed her ass over and over again. His fingers playing with her pussy at the same time. Katsumi could do very little but lie there and take it, on her knees, biting into the bedding as she grunted out from the effort of taking him in her tightest hole. A mix of pain and pleasure that was much less weighted toward pleasure, but she felt it all the same. Felt it as he made her cum for a third time as he used her ass.

Inevitably, Saiki reached his own peak, burying himself to the hilt one last time, filling the third of Katsumi's holes with an implausible amount of his cum for it being his third load. He sighed out his satisfaction as he withdrew his cock with a lewd pop, smiling as he surveyed his handiwork, Katsumi's holes well-fucked. With the diligence of a man who had experience cleaning up after himself, he quickly got to work mopping up the mess he left, both of the floor and of Katsumi.

The bomber looked at him through bleary eyes, momentarily lacking the strength to get up ."The fuck are you–? Hey!" she complained as she felt a mop running over her very sensitive undercarriage.

"Just cleaning up the mess," he explained with a cheeky grin as he switched to more appropriate cleaning methods. "But I don't know, I think you might be a lost cause. You'll always be my filthy slut."

"Eat shit and die," she murmured into his bedding, her protests already spent.

"You know, I'm starting to think that's how you show affection," Saiki observed with a shrug as he stowed the mop and bucket in the en-suite and shut off the lights.

"The hell are you doing?" Katsumi murmured again, a moment before she felt herself being picked up and manhandled yet again. "You're still not done?"

"I could keep going," he admitted with a shrug as he lay down with her. "But... Meh. I'm pretty satisfied. Time to spend the night with my girl in my arms."

"Who the hell said I wanted to do that and who the hell said I was your girl?"

"You not even pretending to fight me on it and the cum leaking out of you," he answered. "Too late now, damage already done. No need to worry. I won't tell anyone you're my affectionate little snugglemuffin."

"I'm gonna throw up."

"Oh, my smoochie-boochums! Don't be embawassed that you wuv me so so much!" He fully expected the punch to the face in response, and the small explosion that came with it. "Yeah, that's fair. Felt a little gross saying that myself, to be honest."

"Eat a dick."

"But that's your job! And you're so good at it!"

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too," he answered with appropriate affection for if one of those words were very different. "Ready for the exam?"

"I was ready before we even started this training," she answered with expected bravado. "How about you? You got your weird shit figured out? Pick out a new name that doesn't suck? Gonna be harder to change once you get your license."

"Yeah, I think I've got it covered. And Aizawa handled the name change for me. Said I wasn't the only one asking for it, too," the hero formerly named Evo noted, with just a hint of suspicion.

"Yeah you've been going nuts yammering at tail guy to be more flashy, it's no wonder he took your advice."

A convenient evasion. But Saiki didn't feel like calling her on it. He'd find out after the exam anyway. "You know, I think I just decided on one of your punishments. I'm still two up on you. With this exam it's gonna be three."

"How'd that work out for you on the last exam?" she shot back. "Now shut up and let me sleep."

And just that simply, Katsumi's distaste for it turned into demanding it.

And as always, if he called her out, she'd deny it to her dying day. She could really be such a handful.

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Exam day. The fateful day. Or at least potentially fateful day. There were five more opportunities for them to pass this exam before they would graduate, after all. However, passing this exam? It would mean they wouldn't just be hero students anymore. Pending their final graduation from the UA hero course, or really any hero course, they would become professionally licensed heroes in their own right. And even while students, they would be legally sanctioned to act as heroes in dangerous situations. No longer having to sit on the sidelines and hope everything worked out. No longer flouting the law when the need to act was upon them. It was a shame this momentous occasion was made necessary rather than an accomplishment when they were ready. But, such was the life of a hero.

Villains and disasters never waited for them to be ready. The hero students had learned this lesson directly and mercilessly.

Emerging from the bus with their hero gear in hand, the students could see a wide range of different schools represented at the Dagoba Arena. Mostly of older students who were much closer to their last chance. First year students attempting the exam was a rarity even for UA, let alone an entire class of them. Most made their first attempt in their second year and for UA, that usually meant passing. Either in the first or the second attempt. They weren't considered the premier hero course in the country for nothing. For other schools however, it could often be a case of increasing desperation from repeated failures. Just getting into a hero course was no guarantee of becoming a pro at the end of it, after all. And by some of the more nervous and desperate students milling about, there were certainly some facing that harsh reality at this exam.

"Man, I'm getting kinda nervous," Kyoka said with an awkward smile.

Her boyfriend looked at her out of the corner of his eye, shrugged, and gave her a quick swat on the ass.

"AH! Hey!" she complained, rubbing her backside.

Saiki remained unrepentant. "What? You're nervous so I gave you a pat on the butt to get you out of your own head. That's a thing, right?" he asked Momo, stood on Kyoka's other side.

The rich girl held her chin, considering. "I have heard of that. It's a... A baseball thing, I think?"

"Well it didn't work!" Kyoka complained. "Now I'm nervous and annoyed! Damn, that stings."

"Want me to kiss it better?" her boyfriend offered with a leer.

"No!"

"Want me to kiss it better?" her girlfriend asked, with far purer intentions.

"Why am I the butt of the joke all of a sudden!" She glared at Saiki as she heard him snickering. "Oh, shut up! You know what I mean!"

Kirishima attempted to hype everyone up, only to be interrupted by a student from one of the other top hero courses, Shiketsu. A loud mouth who quickly apologised when called out by his classmates. Aizawa commented on that student, noting that he had been a recommended student for UA and got the top score. Someone strong and worth watching out for.

That was all well and good. Not that Saiki was particularly worried about how people performed on an exam half a year ago. Too much had changed in the intervening time for such a thing to matter at all. What did unnerve him however, was how the girl of their little group kept staring at him. Even when she was looking elsewhere, it was like he could feel her eyes on him.

... Maybe she was interested? She was cute. He sure wouldn't mind. Her legs looked great in that short skirt of hers.

But he put it out of his mind for the moment for another interruption. "Eraser!" Another teacher calling out to their own.

Much to Aizawa's horror. "Oh no."

A woman with green hair in a bandanna. An easy eight out of ten, maybe ticked up to nine just for her easy, cheerful demeanour. Or maybe just for how uncomfortable she made Aizawa for being in close proximity alone. "Hey, I saw you on TV! It's been so long since we were this close in person!"

Saiki stared, transfixed as the usually unflappable Eraserhead twitched in discomfort. "I like today. This is a good day." It was like... He didn't know what it was like. It was just a thing that didn't happen! Aizawa defensive? Never!

"Let's get married!"

"No..."

"This is the best..." Saiki breathed, revelling in seeing his teacher utterly at a loss for how to deal with someone. And even his usual unflappable disinterest had a tinge of almost schoolboy awkwardness to it.

The fun was slightly ruined by Izuku doing what she always did. Figuring out exactly who the woman was and immediately rattling off everything she knew about her as a hero. Ms Joke, with the power to make people burst out laughing. Though that did maybe explain some of Aizawa's discomfort. If she could make him burst out laughing it would completely ruin his whole shtick of being a brooding anti-hero. Plus... Saiki was fairly sure he had never heard Aizawa laugh. And as he realised that, came to the conclusion he wouldn't want to. The whole idea just felt wrong.

But, apparently Joke was a teacher now for one of the lesser hero courses, namely Ketsubutsu. Her own students following behind her.

"Hey, it's UA!"

"Oh, wow, they're so amazing!"

One of them, a boy with dark, frizzy hair, quickly approached and took Izuku's hands in his. "Hi! I'm Shindo! Seems like you guys have been having a hard time of it!"

"Uh... Yeah..." the smaller girl answered hesitantly with wide eyes at his forwardness.

But he quickly moved on down the line, making an effort to greet each person. "But you're all still aiming to become pro heroes! It's wonderful! You all have hearts full of fortitude, just like heroes should!"

Saiki stared at him, realisation dawning on something that had been bothering him for a while.

"And you! Saisei! It must've been really rough for you with that whole kidnapping thing."

Shindo kept talking, but Saiki wasn't even listening anymore. "Oh man, I get it now. It's like I'm looking at myself only way shittier. I wasn't this bad, was I?" he asked his classmates who looked at him, confused.

"Excuse me?" Shindo asked.

"Buddy, a word of advice, you're laying it on way too thick. I'd want to pop you in the mouth even if you were being genuine just now." Which he wasn't.

The smile that had never quite reached Shindo's eyes stayed fixed. Even as the cheer greatly diminished. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the tip."

"Oh?" Izuku muttered. "Oh! I get it! Like how you were really nice to me when we first met even though really you're kind of a jerk sometimes!"

Katsumi burst out in laughter. It had nothing to do with Ms Joke.

"Oh, not that you're completely a jerk!" Izuku quickly backtracked nervously. "Just that you were completely faking it at first and... I... Completely fell for it then too," she finished in a muttering self-recrimination.

"Alright, enough chatter," Aizawa cut in, mercifully putting an end to the conversation. "Get to orientation so you can change into your costumes. Make sure to keep your heads in the game."

"Right!"

Most of an hour later, the students of UA were gathered with all of the other hero hopefuls in a small theatre. The space packed wall to wall with hero course students in costumes with varying levels of flamboyance. Saiki was particularly happy to see one of his classmates' costume upgrade. 'Upgrade' might have been overstating it since it didn't have any functional benefit. But Ojiro's heavy boots and fur-lined jacket over his gi gave him that little extra bit of flair that he so desperately needed.

The poor, overworked official of the Hero Public Safety Commission stepped up to the microphone, ready to outlay the approach to this exam. Namely that thanks to the great shift in public perceptions of heroes in recent months, as well as the excessive glut of low-impact heroes, the exam would be more strict than usual. Instead of around half of examinees passing, the limit would be 100 of the 1500 participants of the exam.

"Wait, that means less than one percent of us can pass!" Tsuyu concluded with worry.

Saiki ran those numbers in his head, making a mental note to see if Momo could tutor the frog girl in math once the exam ended.

The rules were laid out. Each participant received six balls and three targets. All three targets being hit would be a fail. Failing two other participants would be a pass. The exam ending once one hundred participants achieved the pass conditions.

Saiki nodded to himself. That didn't even seem that hard. Not with over a thousand scrubs just waiting to be fodder for him.

The theatre walls fell open, revealing the battleground for the exam. Much like the USJ, an arena filled with various types of terrain for them to take advantage of. Ten minutes to prepare and disperse to their chosen starting points. Katsumi and Todoroki were quick to peel away from the class, and with how their quirks worked, it was only fair to let them. Todoroki explaining as much as he left. Izuku's plan to group up and work together was sound, but such a plan would only hamper those quirks with large scale effects like explosions and torrents of ice and fire.

A chime rang out over the loudspeakers. "The first stage of the provisional licence exam will now begin."

"Everyone stay together and watch each other's backs!" Izuku called out. "They're probably going to target those with quirks they know about!"

The downside of a school that showed off their students to the whole country. The UA students had been watched during the preparation phase. So many of the participants just looking for their best position to attack from.

Yet even so...

"Seriously?" Saiki asked as a storm of balls fell upon their gathered group. "This is embarrassing!" His wings extended, bursting with green light as he took off, his body rolling as he soared right through the incoming assault. "Aerial Ace!" His wings carved through the balls he passed, each one sliced cleanly in half as he carved a safe corner for his classmates, giving them some breathing room to deal with the rest. "Are you idiots just hoping for a lucky shot?! Show some class!" He watched from above as the others kept their defense strong, the great waste of a first strike coming to absolutely nothing as it met the united front of Class 1-A.

From his vantage point in the air, he could see the origin points of so many balls. It wouldn't even be a challenge for him to pass right this second. But...

He looked down, smirking with his arms over his chest as he lazily dodged more balls thrown his way, conveniently covering all three of the targets set in a line over his pectorals. He could pass easily, but he was sure every one of his classmates deserved a spot more than the idiots down there. So he would make sure they would get their chance.

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