*Years Ago*
The Kazama household had always been quiet, but the silence that morning felt 'different' somehow.
Five-year-old Ryuu sat at the kitchen table, swinging his legs as he waited for his mother to finish making breakfast.
She moved around the small kitchen with fluidly with no interruptions, her long dark hair tied back in a simple ponytail, wearing the same brown, slightly worn-out apron she used every morning.
Kazama Yuki had been raising Ryuu alone since his father left when he was two.
She worked double shifts at the local clinic, her minor healing quirk making her valuable enough to earn decent wages, but the stress showed in the lines around her eyes and the way her shoulders carried constant tension.
"Mama," Ryuu chirped, watching her wince as she reached for a plate on the high shelf, "your back hurts again."
"It's fine, sweetheart," she replied automatically, though her movement suggested otherwise. "Just slept on the wrong side of the bed...that's all."
But Ryuu had been noticing things lately - the way she rubbed her temples when she thought he wasn't looking, how she favored her left shoulder after long shifts, or the way she walked as if she was in pain after a long shift.
His quirk had manifested three months ago, much earlier than a typical kid.
The doctor had explained that support-type abilities sometimes emerged during periods of emotional stress, triggered by a child's desire to help people they cared about.
Since then, Ryuu had been experimenting with small uses of his power—like making his mother feel like her tea tasted better when she was tired.
Or helping her sleep more peacefully when nightmares kept her awake—but he didn't let her know when he used it on her when she was kicking or tossing on the bed, so she wouldn't worry
Watching her struggle with the breakfast dishes, something inside him reached out instinctively.
He wanted to help, wanted to make the pain go away like how he had been learning to do on his 'little Ralph'.
"Mama, sit down," he said, climbing down from his chair and approaching her with the innocent determination only a child could possess. "I can make it better."
"Ryuu, you don't need to-" she started, but he was already reaching up to take her hands, his small quirk activating with the pure intention of easing her suffering.
The effect was immediate and...overwhelming.
"*~Aaah~*" Yuki gasped as the amplification flooded through her system, every nerve ending suddenly hypersensitive.
Her healing quirk, which was normally a gentle warm light that eased minor injuries, exploded into full activation under Ryuu's enhancement, as the light shone brightly for a brief moment.
But more than that, every sensation in her body became magnified...
The feeling of her blouse rubbing on her rapidly hardening nipples and the warmth of the morning sunlight through the window did nothing to help the currently deteriorating situation.
And underneath it all, feelings she had suppressed for years as a single mother focused entirely on raising her son.
And physical needs she had ignored for more than a year, desires she had pushed aside, suddenly amplified beyond her ability to control.
"~Nngh,Oh god~," she breathed, her face flushing as her body responded to the overwhelming sensations.
Her hands trembled as she pulled away from Ryuu's touch, but the amplification effects are already at work, making her every breath feel electric.
She could feel wetness beginning to soak through her underwear, her body responding in ways she had no control over.
"Mama? Did I hurt you?" Ryuu asked, his young face creased with worry as he saw her distress. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to help-"
"~No~...I mean no baby, you didn't hurt me," she managed to try change her pitch, though her voice came out strained and breathless. "I just... I need to... go to my room for a minute. Can you go play by yourself?"
"But Mama-"
"Please, Ryuu," she said more urgently, backing toward the hallway as she felt more eager for' release' than talk to him...she felt like her insides are on fire. "Just play in the living room. Don't... don't come to my room until I call for you, okay?"
Before he could respond, she fled down the hallway, her bedroom door slamming shut with unusual force.
Ryuu stood in the kitchen, confused and increasingly upset by his mother's reaction. He had wanted to help her feel better, but instead she seemed scared of him. Had his quirk hurt her somehow? Was she angry with him for using it without permission?
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**[Behind the locked door]**
""Hah," "Haah"
Yuki barely made it to her bed before her legs gave out.
The amplification still coursing through her system boiled every sensation, transforming her into a bitch in heat.
Her cheeks were colored with a deep, frantic red.
Her tongue lolled limp. A glistening rope of silver spit pooled and spilled from the corner of her mouth, evidence of her total lack of control.
But that didn't stop there...the saliva kept dripping onto the bedsheets, mingling with the clear fluid that had already soaked her skirt from the waist down.
Even her inner thighs felt like they were on fire.
Her whole body was so sensitive that the mere movement of her waist threatened to trigger multiple orgasms.
To make matters worse, her already soaked black panties clung against her honey cave.
"Mm-hmm," "Mmf" she tried biting her lips to suppress her moaning but she can't help but leak moans. "Ooh"
With trembling hands, she yanked off her apron and pulled up her skirt, her fingers immediately finding the soaked fabric of her black underwear...
The amplification had made her so wet that that her whole honey cave was a sloppy mess...she couldn't think straight, even as she pinched her clint.
"Hah," "Haah"
"~N-no~," she whispered to herself, even as her fingers slipped into her little flower hole. "I-i can't...stop..."
But her body refused to listen.
She stabbed two fingers into her cave with no second thoughts.
"~Aah~," "~Eee~". She jerked her head back at the sudden stimulation she felt. "~M-more~"...she had clearly lost anysemblance of control.
She drove her two fingers deeper, biting her lip to force the gathering scream into a low, desperate "~Mmh~."
Squish! Squish! Squish!
The wet, rapid rhythm of her finger-fucking slammed into the room's silence.
She pushed the tempo, her hand working with a frantic speed, chasing the next wave of release.
She tried to be quiet,even tried to maintain control, but the amplification made it impossible.
"~mmh~Y-yes~!" "More!" Her soft moans ripped from her throat.
She pushed her fingers faster, driving them deeper into her core. Her hips bucked against her handas it started moving with her finger rhythm.
Her free hand tore down her bra, clamping around her aching breast to squeeze and punish her already hardened nipples.
"Oh god... oh god..." she gasped, her voice thin and broken by the exertion. Her hips rammed up and down against her working hand, her walls kept contracting on her fingers as she moved it in and out with force without care.
The amplification made everything feel like too much and not enough at the same time.
She was so close...gasping and trembling.
....teetering on the edge of an orgasm that promised to be more intense than anything she'd experienced in her life.
"Please... please..." she whimpered, her voice barely a thread.
Her hands, however, worked with a life of their own, consumed by the need the to cum with all her might...
Her free hand was clamped to her chest, fingers pinching and rolling the already rock-hard tips of her twin white mounds, pinching all the pleasure they offered to bring her to paradise.
Below, her other hand was lost completely.
Her fingers scratched and clawed frantically, toying with her clit while driving deep into her honey pot, which was now gushing with thick, hot liquid at every violent push.
Desperate to rip the pleasure out, the overwhelming wetness poured and dripped down her thighs.
"~y-yes" she jerked her head by with her tongue sticking out.
She could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until she thought she might break apart from the pressure.
"Please... please..." she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for.
When the orgasm finally hit, it shattered over her like a tidal wave.
Her back slammed up off the bed, her hips driving high as pleasure exploded through every single nerve ending, amplified past the point of endurance.
"Mmmhh!" She wrenched her forearm up and bit down hard to muffle the tearing, animalistic scream in her throat.
Her body was no longer her own; it convulsed violently as wave after wave of overwhelming sensation ripped and tore through her... courtesy of the amplification.
But it wasn't enough. The amplification wouldn't let her stop.
Even as the first orgasm was still rippling through her, her body was already climbing relentlessly toward another peak.
—"~Ohhhhnnnggghhh~"—A long moan tore free from her throat.
Her hips jolted and seized, chasing the next wave.
Her fingers kept moving of their own accord, unable to stop even though her mind screamed for release.
Her curves flexed and strained with every tremor, minor spasms rippling visibly across her belly and thighs.
Her breasts heaved with the desperate struggle for air, the rock-hard nipples a constant, agonizing point of focus.
"Too much... it's too much..." she sobbed, tears streaming down her face as a second orgasm tore through her, then a third.
Her body finally began to calm as the amplification slowly faded, leaving her sprawled and broken on the bed.
She was drenched in sweat and her fluids...
Even now, her honey pot leaked uncontrollably, leaving hot, slick trails on the sheets as her chest heaved and she struggled to pull in ragged, insufficient breaths.
And then the shame hit her like a physical blow. What kind of mother was she? Her five-year-old son had accidentally triggered this, and she'd just... she'd just...
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as the full horror of what had happened crashed over her. This could never happen again. Ever.
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Outside her door, Ryuu had crept closer when he heard the sounds. He pressed his ear against the wood, trying to understand what was happening to his mama.
All he could hear were muffled gasps and whimpers that sounded like pain to his young ears.
His mama was suffering, and it was his fault. His quirk had hurt her, made her sick somehow.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Mama, I'm sorry!" he called out, pounding on the door with his small fists. "I'm sorry I hurt you! Please let me help!"
The sounds stopped abruptly, followed by a long silence that felt even worse to the young Ryuu's ears.
"I'm... I'm okay, sweetheart," came his mother's voice, shaky and strange. "Just... just go play. I'll be out soon."
But she didn't sound okay. She sounded broken, and it was all his fault.
Ryuu ran to his room and buried himself under his blankets, sobbing with the pure grief only a child could feel when they believed they had hurt someone they loved most in the world.
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Behind her locked door, Yuki forced herself to get up on shaking legs.
She cleaned herself quickly, changed her clothes, and splashed cold water on her face from the small basin in her room.
But she couldn't wash away the shame, or the lingering sensitivity that made her skin crawl.
When she finally looked at herself in the mirror, she saw her tear-streaked face, swollen lips from biting them, and eyes red from crying.
She looked exactly like someone who had been in terrible pain.
Which, in a way, she had been.
Not just not the type of 'pain' her innocent son would ever understand.
She had to face him. Had to comfort him without revealing the truth. Had to find a way to make sure this never, ever happened again.
Getting dressed with shaking hands, Yuki tried to compose herself enough to comfort her son without revealing the true nature of what had happened.
She would tell him she had been sick, that his quirk had helped her feel better but sometimes healing could be overwhelming.
It wasn't entirely a lie.
But as she prepared to face him, she knew their relationship had changed forever.
The easy physical affection they had shared, the way he would climb into her lap for stories or curl up beside her when nightmares woke him - all of that would have to be different now.
She couldn't risk another incident like this one.
When she finally emerged from her room and found Ryuu hiding under his blankets, his tear-stained face full of guilt and confusion, her heart shattered completely.
He saw her face - tear-streaked, flushed, swollen - and his worst fears were confirmed. He had hurt her. His quirk had caused her terrible pain.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, Mama," he whispered, unable to meet her eyes. "I won't use my quirk anymore. I promise."
"Oh, baby," she said softly, sitting carefully on the edge of his bed without touching him. "You didn't hurt me. You're not in trouble."
But even as she spoke the reassuring words, she knew she had to be careful with him.
And from that day forward, Ryuu would blame himself for causing his mother pain, while Yuki would carry the shame of desires she had nearly been unable to control.
Neither of them would ever speak of what had really happened in those terrifying minutes, but the trauma would shape every relationship Ryuu formed for the rest of his life.
His quirk wasn't just powerful - it was dangerous in ways that went far beyond simple amplification effects. And he would spend years learning to fear the very connections that could make him strongest.
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*Present Day*
"No!"
Ryuu startled awake from the familiar nightmare, his sheets soaked with sweat and his heart racing with the same guilt and confusion he had carried for over a decade.
Hah... hah... hah...
The dream always ended the same way - with his mother's tear-streaked face, and his own desperate promises to never use his quirk again.
This was the reason why he didn't want to get close to the opposite gender...he could cause them harm even though he didn't intend for it.
But maybe, with the right people who understood the risks and chose to trust him anyway, he could finally start to heal from the wounds that five-year-old boy had carried for far too long.
Maybe it was time to stop running from his own power and learn to use it the way it was meant to be used - to create connection rather than isolation, healing rather than harm.
The nightmare was fading, but the reminder of the consequences when he uses his powers without care will always be there.
They were part of who he was now, scars that had shaped him into someone who valued trust and communication above all else.
Perhaps that wasn't entirely a bad thing.
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END OF INTERLUDE
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