After checking up on Kendo in the hospital wing, Takeru made his way to the waiting room to pass the time until his next match. Wandering the corridors was out of the question; the moment he stepped into the open, reporters swarmed like vultures. He settled into a chair instead, eyes drifting to the television mounted on the wall as the broadcast shifted to the next fight.
Todoroki versus Midoriya.
"This should be interesting," Takeru murmured. "Hopefully the crybaby remembers his training. Otherwise, The 10 days i spent training him would be a waste"
Soft footsteps approached. Takeru looked up and saw Toru standing hesitantly at the entrance, dressed in a fresh school uniform, hands fidgeting together as if she weren't quite sure she was allowed to be there.
"Oh," he said, surprised but smiling. "Toru-chan. It's good to see you up and moving."
"I—I'm okay, I just needed a nap after recovery girl healed me" she said quickly, her voice earnest. "Thank you. For saving me. It was really cold… being trapped in the ice."
"I can imagine," Takeru replied gently. "Come in. Keep me company."
He closed the door behind her, the noise of the stadium fading to a distant murmur as the TV continued playing in the background. Toru sat down across from him, quiet for a moment, gathering her courage.
"Takeru… there's something I wanted to say," she began. "You probably don't realize this, but you are the only one who notices me. During the U.A. entrance exam, you were the one who saved me from the stampede.… and during the Heroes vs. Villains trials, you dealt with Todoroki and Momo like they were nothing, but you still gave me something to do, even though… I am .." She hesitated, then took a breath. "What I'm trying to say is—thank you.""Takeru sat next to her, putting his arm around her making her squeak and then lifted her on to his lap in motion Toru felt like she was frozen once again.
R18
Takeru's arm was a warm, solid weight wrapping around her shoulder but his voice was a chilling whisper against her ear. "I see you, Toru. I see everything." She flinched as his lips brushed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He knew. "You like to watch, don't you?" he murmured, his hand tracing a slow path down her side. "You were there the other day. With Itsuka and Nejire. Hiding near the door. You followed Kendo around after training when she came to me as well didn't you ?."
His fingers danced along the inside of her thigh under her skirt, and she trembled. "N-no," she whimpered.
He chuckled, a low, predatory sound. "Liar." His large hands, nimble despite their size, found the dampness on her panties. His other hand undid the buttons of her uniform shirt, sliding inside her shirt, gently squeeze her left breast, making her gasp. He captured her gasp with a slow, firm kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hand claimed her body.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust . "Tell me, Toru. Do you want me to make you feel like they did?"
Shame and arousal coiled into one, feelings she had repressed all this time flooded out of her like a broken dam . "Yes!" she sobbed. "I watched! I'm a pervert, I'm so sorry please ...!"
"Oh, I know," he purred. He stood her up from his lap as He pulled her shirt open and yanked her skirt down, leaving her trembling in front of him, she stood partially undressed her panties soaking. He sat on the chair as he drank the sight of her ,she stood before him trembling , his fingers hooking into the waistband taking her panties of in a fluid motion. He examined the ruined fabric which was wet with arousal with a smirk holding them up. "Look at this mess. Running around naked don't pretend you don't like it slut."
His fingers found her slick heat, and she cried out, bucking against his hand. Her hands reach for his shoulders to steady herself , "hands behind you back " He growled , Toru obeyed fear and arousal made her skin tingle. His fingers explored her wetness slowly, while his thumb was circling her clit in vibrating at super speed. "Please," she begged, her hips rolling shamelessly. Toru gasped and squealed it took everything in her to stand as her knees were buckling under the waves of pleasure roiling from her cunt.
"Please what?" he growled, his fingers stilling just as she teetered on the edge. " using your quirk to spy on others. you deserve to be punished. "
The words were humiliating, but they were also everything she craved. "Please," she whined, tears of shame and need streaming down her invisible cheeks. "Please, I'll do anything, just please don't stop!"
With a cruel smile, he pulled his hand away, leaving her empty and aching. "Good girl," he said, his voice returning to a normal, commanding tone. "Now get dressed. Didn't i promise i would train you and Mina. make sure you are both are at my Home tomorrow 4 pm sharp. " He took her underwear and stuffed it into his pocket. His massive arm hugged the small of her back giving her a kiss and whispering in her ear " don't be late !" The buzzer rang asking the contestants to assemble before the arena. Takeru left the Invisible girl half naked and panting, walking towards the arena to face his next opponent Bakugo.
R18 OVER
The announcement of the semifinal sent a surge of noise through the stadium, the crowd already on its feet before either fighter entered the arena.
"THIS IS IT!" Present Mic roared. "THE MATCH EVERYONE'S BEEN WAITING FOR—BAKUGO KATSUKI VERSUS TAKERU KUROGANE! CAN THE DYNAMIGHT BOY POSE A CHALLENGE TO THE STRONGEST STUDENT IN U.A.?!"
Bakugo launched himself onto the field in a thunderous blast, boots carving trenches through the concrete as he skidded to a stop. Sweat crackled on his palms, sparks snapping with every flex of his fingers. Across from him, Takeru descended from above at an almost leisurely pace, touching down without force, a smirk on his face.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he watched the two square off. "Bakugo knows he can't win a head-on engagement. He'll try to disrupt Kurogane's senses and go for a massive finishing attack. If that fails, he's out of options."
The signal sounded.
Bakugo didn't hesitate.
He fired a rapid volley of explosions at the ground and the air simultaneously, forcing debris upward in a blinding cloud as he shot through it. Don't give him time. Don't give him space. He twisted midair and snapped his wrist, unleashing a concentrated flashbang blast meant to overload the meathead's vision and hearing at once.
Takeru didn't dodge.
The explosion swallowed him, fire and light washing over his body as the arena shook. Bakugo grinned through clenched teeth. That's it, bastard—underestimate me. I'll be standing over your corpse.
He followed immediately with AP Shot, a compressed blast fired like a bullet, then another, then two more, each one designed to pierce rather than scatter. He weaved between them, changing angles, attacking from above and below, refusing to let Takeru settle.
"Bakugo's doing everything right," Aizawa said calmly. "He's varying output, mixing wide-area blasts with armor-piercing shots. This is a very rational plan."
The smoke cleared in fragments.
Takeru hovered in midair, completely unharmed. His uniform, however, was shredded across the chest and shoulders, fabric torn away to reveal his bulging muscles. The sight drew a collective gasp from the audience, excitement rippling through the stands. Midnight licked her lips. "My, my… Takeru-kun can take some punishment."
Bakugo's grin cracked. No burns. No damage. Still flying. Still looking down on me. His heart pounded harder. Then I just hit harder.
He screamed and detonated the ground beneath him, spinning violently as he gathered momentum. Every drop of sweat ignited as he climbed, explosions chaining together in a controlled spiral. This is it. Even you can't take this.
"HERE IT COMES!" Present Mic shouted. "BAKUGO IS USING SOME KIND OF ULTIMATE MOVE!"
"HOWITZER—IMPACT!"
The explosion was blindingly bright, sending dust and debris flying everywhere. Midnight yelped and dove for cover as Cementoss raised a small dome of cement around them to shield against the blast.
Fire and pressure collapsed inward, then burst outward in a shockwave that slammed into the stadium walls. The cement floor cracked under the force and turned to dust. For several seconds, nothing was visible but smoke and flame.
When it cleared, the arena was a crater.
And at its center, Takeru hovered, his uniform almost completely burned away—but he stood unharmed. "Thank God my underwear is made of the same material as my hero suit," he muttered. "Otherwise I'd be naked."
Bakugo landed on the ruined arena, chest heaving, arms shaking, vision blurring as exhaustion finally caught up to him. That should've killed anything, he thought wildly. So what the hell are you?
Takeru looked at him and smiled.
Enraged at being dismissed, Bakugo launched himself forward, all strategy gone. He just wanted to hurt the meathead somehow.
"My turn," Takeru said softly.
Bakugo barely registered the movement. One moment he was airborne, the next Takeru's hand was on his face, palm gripping Bakugo's head like a basketball. The world inverted as he was driven straight down, slammed into the ground with catastrophic force. The impact cracked the crater even deeper, a shockwave rippling outward as Bakugo blacked out.
The siren blared.
"KATSUKI BAKUGO IS DOWN!" Present Mic shouted, stunned. "TAKERU KUROGANE ADVANCES!"
Takeru released him and rose back into the air as medics rushed in. He glanced once at his uniform, now little more than stringy rags. He was more naked than covered.
Aizawa exhaled slowly. "Bakugo fought perfectly. It didn't matter. Kurogane is simply too strong."
The crowd roared at the display of absolute dominance. Takeru bowed to the audience, then helped the medics lift Bakugo's unconscious body, as any great hero would.
Damn, he thought. All this aura farming better work out, Shun.
Takeru headed for the dressing room. Nejire and Kendo were already there, waiting for him with a neatly folded replacement uniform. Nejire floated over with a bright smile. "Show-off! I almost felt bad for the explosion boy!"
"Me? A show-off?" Takeru scoffed.
"Next time," Kendo muttered, "try not to disintegrate your clothes on live television."
Takeru grabbed Kendo around the waist and kissed her. "Don't worry. No girl is going to steal me away from my favorite tomboy."
Kendo blushed. "Don't flatter yourself!"
Takeru pulled on his new clothes as the TV in the dressing room played highlights of the previous fight between Midoriya and Todoroki.
Takeru's jaw tightened as the footage played. He watched Izuku rush forward again and again, watched him scream through clenched teeth, watched the sickening angles as both arms shattered under the recoil of his own power. The crowd's roar felt distant, distorted.
"What the hell was he doing?" Takeru growled.
Nejire winced. "Midoriya-kun was… trying to force Todoroki to use his fire. Really heroic—and really stupid."
"All that training I gave him!" Takeru snapped. "I should break his neck! That idiot."
The next clip showed Izuku collapsing, arms ruined, smiling anyway. Something inside Takeru snapped.
He was gone in a blur.
By the time anyone realized what he was doing, Takeru was already in the medical wing. He stormed past stunned nurses, ignored Recovery Girl's shout, and grabbed Izuku by the collar before anyone could stop him. In one smooth motion, he hauled the battered boy up, shoved a window open, and dangled him out by his ankle.
Izuku found himself hanging ten stories above the ground, wind rushing past his face.
"ALL THAT TRAINING I GAVE YOU?!" Takeru roared, fury radiating off him. "I TRAINED YOU TO CONTROL YOUR POWER, NOT DESTROY YOURSELF TO PROVE A POINT! YOU GREEN-HAIRED SHIT—I SHOULD KILL YOU BEFORE YOU KILL YOURSELF!"
"I—I just wanted to—" Izuku stammered, tears streaming down his face. "I wanted Todoroki to—"
"THAT WASN'T YOUR JOB!" Takeru shouted. "Are you going to sacrifice your future so Todoroki can get over his daddy issues?!"
"STOP, KUROGANE SHOUNEN!" All Might said.
Takeru turned, eyes blazing. "SHUT UP! It's all your fault with your hero bullshit!"
All Might flinched. Recovery Girl simply shook her head and went back to her paperwork. "Recovery Girl, help me!" All Might pleaded in his small form. "Talk some sense into this crazy boy!"
"I am too old for this shit," Recovery Girl snapped, returning to her medical reports.
All Might broke into a cold sweat as he tried to talk Takeru into putting Izuku back inside. Izuku cried helplessly, both arms bandaged tightly to his chest, unable to do anything but accept his fate.
Takeru sighed loudly and tossed Izuku back onto the bed. "Idiots. The both of you."
All Might exhaled in relief, his heart nearly giving out after watching his students almost kill each other.
Takeru walked past All Might in his skinny form, then felt a wave of guilt—not for Midoriya, who deserved everything he got and more—but for the rumor he was indirectly responsible for. The rumor about him being All Might's son, which Takeru had benefited from.
"All Might… the rumors online," Takeru said, avoiding his gaze. "I think you should clear things up."
All Might chuckled. "A lot of people have been asking me that lately, Kurogane-shounen, but… any man would be proud to have a son like you."
Takeru felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Here he was, ruthlessly exploiting every opportunity to appear as something he was not, only to be met with kindness and generosity.
Damn this shounen bullshit.
"ATTENTION!" Present Mic's voice rang out. "FINAL MATCH PREPARATIONS COMPLETE! TAKERU KUROGANE, REPORT TO THE ARENA!"
Takeru exhaled sharply. "Thank you, All Might. I have to go," he said, stomping off.