The dorm room was thick with tension—and not the good kind. Ren Kaido sat on the edge of his bed, shirt off, chest slick with sweat, breathing ragged. His pants were barely hanging on, the bulge beneath them screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
He had tried everything to quiet the beast inside: slow, teasing strokes; deep, steady breaths; even grim mental discipline. But the hunger was a savage beast clawing at his insides, begging for release.
Just as his fingers were gaining pace, coaxing his cock toward sweet, burning release…
Knock knock knock.
Fuck.
Ren's heart dropped like a lead weight. His hands scrambled desperately to hide the raging hard-on, yanking his pants and boxers back into place.
The door creaked open.
"Hey, Ren! You in there, man?" came the shrill, nervous voice of Mineta.
And holy hell—Mineta was holding a magazine. Nude models spread across the pages in all their glory.
Ren froze, eyes darting to the door.
Mineta stepped inside, eyes bright and curious, tilting his head slightly like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.
"So, uh… what's it like here? The dorm, I mean. You settling in okay?" Mineta asked casually, flipping the magazine shut.
Ren barely registered the question, already tense and simmering.
Mineta shuffled forward, glancing around, then back at Ren with that nervous grin.
"I mean, you seem pretty chill. Bet you're one of those guys who's got all the stories, huh? Like, with girls and stuff. I dunno, I'm just curious how it works, you know?"
Ren's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
"I'm tired," he said finally, voice cold but laced with amusement. "You want stories? Go find your own damn adventure."
Mineta's grin faltered—but then a wild glint lit his eyes.
He pulled out his phone—quick as lightning—and snapped a picture of Ren's face and upper body, the shot perfectly framing the half-open shirt, messy hair, and that unmistakable, thick bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants.
"You're gonna thank me later," Mineta whispered with a mischievous grin. "Girls are gonna pay good money to see this."
Ren lunged forward, fingers snatching Mineta's wrist.
"Get the fuck out of my room before I snap you instead."
Mineta yelped and scrambled backward, clutching his phone like a treasure.
"Okay, okay! I'm out! But don't think this is over, Mr. Pinnacle!" he called over his shoulder as he bolted from the room, leaving Ren alone with his aching body and simmering frustration.
Ren exhaled, the brief surge of adrenaline fading into a slow, burning hunger that refused to be tamed.
He ran a hand down his chest, voice barely above a growl.
After barely escaping Ren's deadly glare and clutching his phone like it was a golden ticket, Mineta rubbed his wrist with a sheepish grin.
But the little perv wasn't done yet.
Bounding out of the boys' dorm, he swaggered down the hall toward the girls' dorm with that same mischievous spark lighting his eyes.
Stopping at the door, he rapped his fist against the wood hard enough to get attention.
"Yo! Anybody in there? I got goods!" he called out, voice loud and proud, grinning ear to ear like a kid who just found candy in his mom's purse.
From inside came a chorus of startled gasps and muffled protests.
"Mineta! Cut that out, you perv!" one voice snapped.
"Damn it, Mineta, not again!" another groaned.
But then Jirou cracked the door open just a little, suspicious eyes peeking through.
"What kind of goods?" she asked flatly.
Mineta wiggled his eyebrows and tapped his phone like it was the Holy Grail. "The spicy kind."
The door opened a little wider. Mina popped her head out next to Jirou, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Spill it, grape boy. You holding out on us again?"
Mineta puffed his chest like a proud smut goblin.
"Ladies, I got Deku shirtless from training, Shoto in nothing but a towel, Bakugou eating popsicles in the weirdest way possible, Kaminari mid-stretch with his pants riding low, and—" he paused for dramatic effect, lowering his voice to a whisper "—a special of Ren Kaido."
The hallway went dead silent.
Mina's eyes widened. "A what of Ren?"
"Special edition," Mineta said, smirking like the horny bastard he was. "First day. Once in a lifetime kinda thing."
The door creaked open a little more, and suddenly he was swarmed.
"Okay how much?" Mina asked.
"What do you want?" Jirou added, already pulling out her phone.
Mineta held out a hand like a royal dealer at a strip-club poker game. "Cash and selfies for the regulars. 500 yen gets you a Deku. 800 for Shoto. Kaminari's ass shot is 1,000—totally worth it. And Bakugou… well, that one's limited. You gotta send a wet selfie for that one."
The girls rolled their eyes—but they started reaching for their wallets anyway. Bills changed hands. Phones buzzed in his pocket as selfies slid into his inbox.
"Give me the Shoto one," Jirou said, sending a mirror selfie with a wink.
"Deku, please," said Toru, her invisible finger handing him a crumpled bill.
Mina slid him a folded wad of cash and a picture of her biting her lip with one hand behind her head. "Kaminari and Bakugou, both. And I better not get scammed."
Mineta looked like he was ascending to heaven.
Then he held up a finger.
"One more thing…"
He slowly turned his phone, just a flash of the thumbnail showing the Ren special—Ren's face flushed, chest exposed, and that monster bulge straining against his pants.
Gasps.
"Okay, what the hell is that worth?" Mina asked, voice low and cautious.
Mineta grinned darkly. "For this one… I want something extra."
He leaned in, voice sleazy.
"A peek under someone's skirt. Just a quick one. For the culture."
WHACK!
Multiple hands slapped the top of his head. Jirou bonked him with a hardcover book. Mina smacked him with her phone case.
"PERV!" Mina yelled.
"You nasty little grape!" Jirou added.
Mineta crumpled like paper, whimpering as he rubbed his skull. "It's a rare one, okay?! Once-in-a-generation content!"
Mina huffed and pulled up her tank top, flashing him her bare, toned stomach—still glistening with sweat from a recent workout.
"There. That's all you're getting," she said flatly.
Mineta's eyes rolled back.
He clutched his chest like he was having a religious experience. "Worth it…"
The door slammed in his face.
From inside came a chorus of giggles and name-calling.
"Total degenerate."
"Walking lawsuit."
"Still a virgin."
Mineta stood there in the hallway, dazed, proud, and slightly bruised, whispering to himself as he waddled off like a horny war veteran.
"Totally… worth it…"