Just then, there was a sudden gust of wind, then-
"Hello, fellow classmate! It is unacceptable conduct to loiter in the threshold of the entrance! You are creating an impediment and violating the established principles of immediate passage!"
Rui snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes turning to the figure suddenly in front of him and narrowly avoided being nearly chopped in the face by the aggressive hand-chopping gestures of the person that suddenly appeared before him.
"Woah!"
He shifted backwards, his eyes lifting to meet the earnest, focused gaze of his assailant.
The engine legged freak, Rui remembered with a bit of distaste.
Iida Tenya, the goody-two-shoes class rep.
He never did like a straight man.
The boy was still gesticulating, his voice getting more strained and sharp the more he preached.
"—and it demonstrates a significant lack of foresight regarding the potential for collision! While a prestigious school like U.A. should boast students with superior spatial awareness, we must still adhere to proper decorum!"
Rui lifted up his hands, exasperated, "Okay, okay! I'll move, alright? You sound like a broken instruction manual, jeez."
Rolling his eyes, he walked past him and headed to his designated seat in the back.
It was Mineta's old spot; the grape-headed creep had been 'let go' due to the sudden occupation of students in Class 1-A (heh).
Good riddance if you asked Rui. They could only be one pervert in Class 1-A after all.
He slid in, placed his backpack on his lap just in case of any 'accidents,' and leaned his head against his hand, continuing his perusal of his potential harem members.
Rui couldn't help but sigh, a bit besotted.
They were so much cuter in reality, the waifus of the fandom, right in front of him in the flesh: Uraraka's signature red cheeks, Ashido's swaying, expressive movements and her pink skin! And the ever-elegant poise of Yaoyorozu Momo who sat in the back with Todoroki.
Even Tsuyu's blunt croaks seemed hot to him.
Eyes encompassing all of them, he spoke, "System," he murmured, "Activate lewd lens."
Pink auras immediately enveloped them, numbers hovering high above their heads like rapturous flames:
Uraraka Ochaco at 280,000 Ero-Points [Harem Potential: Prime - Main waifu Status Elevates Value]; Ashido at 160,000 Ero points [Harem Potential: elite]; Yayarouzou Momo at 250,000 Ero points [Harem Potential: prime] and finally Asui Tsuyu at 180,000 Ero points [Harem Potential: elite].
"Fuck me," Rui breathed, nearly falling out of his chair.
These girls definitely weren't cheap. Because damn.
Logically, Rui could deduce that their level of canon importance likely played a role in jacking up their Ero points, but it didn't make it any easier to understand that these girls were way out of his league.
Just claiming one of them would skyrocket his system to greater heights.
But It would take a while before he could even reach the level the system would consider it acceptable to go after them.
Deactivating lewd lens, he slumped over his desk with a mewl, his bag falling off his lap and exposing his half-chub that had been steadily growing since he got a good look at Uraraka's ass.
He gave it a baleful, almost accusing look: "Not the time, buddy. You're going to be waiting a long time before you manage to hit any of that."
A few seconds later, Canon was set in motion.
The shift was abrupt, one moment everyone was talking, yelling and generally being insufferable teens and the next, a massive yellow sleeping bag- caterpillar cocoon thing slow crawled it's way to the front desk.
Aizawa's entrance was unceremonious and terrifying to fresh students, as he declared that they would be doing Quirk Apprehension Tests.
The class were surprised, but Rui thrived under the distraction of the tests, his enhanced body a well-oiled machine.
The 50-meter dash was easy, and the grip strength test had his enhanced fingers clamping down with relish, the gauge spiking higher than expected, drawing a fleeting, bloodshot glance from Aizawa.
'Not bad,' Rui thought, a little smug despite himself, flexing subtly.
And he wasn't the only one impressed with his progress.
Kirishima Ejirou literally gaped when he managed to get a higher score than him in the strength test.
Which then devolved into calling him a very manly- bro.
The guy was way too hung up in that manly thing.
Anyway, the real highlight of the entire facade was the softball throw.
Rui himself managed to get 300 meters, which was impressive in itself, but it was the creative use of Quirks that really stole the spotlight.
Everyone had clearly brought their A-game.
Especially the girls.
Uraraka had stepped up first among the females, her throw a standard lob, until she clasped her hands, Quirk activating with a soft glow.
The ball floated upward, calm and serene until it disappeared into the stratosphere with a soft twinkle.
"It's infinity!" she beamed when Aizawa pronounced her score, punching the air and flushing with pleasure.
The class erupted with shock, Midoriya fanboying harder than Rui felt inside and scribbling his creepy little notes.
Predictably Bakugo exploded in rage at this and honestly Rui couldn't even blame him because what kinda cheat is that?!
Kami, this shonen world is no joke.
After several students stepped up, the Quirk usage more creative than the last, it was finally Momo's turn.
The heiress poised herself in formation as she focused.
With a determined breath, she tugged open the top of her gym shirt, exposing a smooth expanse of skin along her side and cleavage. Lipid molecules shimmered into existence, her Creation Quirk weaving them into a cannon.
The class gawked at this, boys especially, as she loaded the softball, the weapon's barrel gleaming.
And Rui couldn't help but lick his lips instinctively, eyes glued to the way her shirt gaped, heavy breasts shifting with the motion.
Momo was certainly a different breed, what with how terrifyingly competent she was.
And Rui might have a new kink because it was seriously turning him on.
Because, damn, that's how you destroy the competition.
Creating a full-sized weapon on the fly like that? Amazing.
He bet that she would craft the most amazing toys for a… ehem…. Very naughty session.
Ayaahhh. Just thought of it made him feel like he was going to cream his pants!
Thank the gods that U.A made their sweats baggy Rui would have a real problem here.
With a loud bang, she fired, the ball rocketing at sound breaking speeds.
It was silent for a moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Then class 1A descended into chaos.
"That was so cool!"
"Your Quirk is amazing!"
"Can you make a rocket!"
Momo blushed faintly, adjusting her shirt quickly and smoothing down the creases as she stepped away from the podium.
Turning to face the class, she gave a small, graceful dip of her head.
"It was not my best. I still need to work on optimizing the muzzle velocity, but I am pleased with the result," she stated, her posture straight as a pole even with the way her ears were still reddened.
She definitely had a praise kink.
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