The clock read 4:35 PM. Hayashi Ren was wiping down the Family Mart counter for the last time. It was his final shift. Tomorrow, the final preparation for the UA exams would begin, with the tests scheduled for two days from now.
Two more days, he thought as he ran the cloth over the shiny surface. Two more days and I can finally step into the real story of this world.
The manager had accepted his resignation without any issues. A part-time student leaving to focus on school exams was perfectly normal. He gave Ren his final pay in cash and wished him luck.
Now, all that was left was to finish this shift and close this chapter of his new life.
The door opened with its characteristic chime. Ren looked up automatically, prepared to give his welcome greeting.
Mitsuki Bakugo walked into the store.
But something was different. Her usual expression of calm confidence had been replaced by visible tension. Her shoulders were stiffer than usual, and she walked with faster, less fluid steps.
"Welcome, Mitsuki-san," Ren greeted her.
"Hayashi-kun." She returned the greeting, but her voice sounded exhausted. "Good afternoon."
Mitsuki went straight to the beverage section, as always. But instead of picking up just one bottle of green tea, she took two. Then she went to the onigiri and grabbed three instead of one. Afterward, she added a bag of potato chips. And chocolates.
Stress buying, Ren thought, watching her. Something is definitely wrong.
She arrived at the counter with her arms full of products. She placed them on the surface with less care than usual.
"Rough day?" Ren asked while scanning the items.
"You have no idea." Mitsuki sighed deeply. "Masaru is on a business trip until Friday. Three full days. And Katsuki..." She paused, massaging her temples. "Katsuki decided that training in the kitchen was an excellent idea."
"In the kitchen?"
"In. The. Kitchen." She repeated each word with emphasis. "He was practicing explosion control on different surfaces. He wanted to see how his nitroglycerin sweat reacted with household materials."
"That sounds... dangerous."
"He blew up half the kitchen." Mitsuki pulled out her wallet with jerky movements. "The table is charred. Two chairs are destroyed. The curtains caught fire. The microwave doesn't work anymore. And somehow, in some damn way, he melted part of the linoleum floor."
Ren couldn't hold back a small laugh.
"It's not funny, Hayashi-kun," she said, though there was a hint of resigned humor in her voice. "I spent two hours cleaning. Two hours. And when I asked him why the hell he decided to train in the kitchen instead of the park like a normal person, do you know what he told me?"
"What?"
"That villains don't only attack in convenient locations. That he needed to practice control in enclosed spaces." She shook her head. "He's been paranoid lately because of the upcoming UA exams."
"He sounds very dedicated."
"Dedicated is a kind word. Obsessive is more accurate." Mitsuki handed him the money. "I love my son, but sometimes he makes me want to pull my hair out."
At least you have hair to pull out, Ren thought bitterly, unconsciously touching his bald head.
"And he couldn't help with the cleaning?"
"Oh, he did. After I yelled at him for twenty minutes." A small smile appeared on her face. "The damn brat has many flaws, but at least he admits when he screwed up. He cleaned without complaining."
Ren gave her the change.
"It sounds like you need a break, Bakugo-san."
"I need several breaks. And maybe a bottle of sake. Or three." She tucked her wallet away. "But I can't get drunk with Masaru away. Someone has to make sure Katsuki doesn't decide to train in the bathroom tomorrow. Besides, I have a lot of work pending."
"Is there anything you usually do to help reduce stress?" Ren asked, genuinely curious. "Besides the sake."
Mitsuki stopped. She considered the question for a moment. Then, her expression softened slightly.
"There is something," she said. "I have a hobby. Well, more than a hobby. It's my passion when I have free time."
"What is it?"
"Sports." Her voice gained enthusiasm. "I love sports. Running, swimming, basketball occasionally. But most of all..." Her eyes sparkled. "I love volleyball."
"Volleyball?"
"Volleyball." She nodded with conviction. "I played in high school. I was the team captain. We won regionals two years in a row. I even considered going professional before deciding to focus on fashion design."
Interesting, Ren thought. I don't remember this being mentioned in the anime.
"Do you still play?"
"When I can. There's an amateur league on the weekends, but with work and Katsuki, I don't always have time." Her expression turned nostalgic. "I miss that feeling. The hit of the ball. The movement. The adrenaline of a good match."
Ren looked at the clock. 4:45 PM. His shift ended at 6:00 PM. Today was his last day here.
What do I have to lose? he thought.
"Mitsuki-san," he said. "Would you like to play now?"
She blinked. "What?"
"Volleyball. Today is my last day here. My shift ends in a little over an hour. There are public courts three blocks from here. Would you like to play for a bit? It might help you reduce the stress."
Mitsuki looked at him with genuine surprise. "Do you know how to play volleyball?"
"I can try." Ren smiled. "I'm probably not very good, but I can at least return the ball."
And I have telekinesis, he thought. I can cheat if necessary.
"Hayashi-kun..." Mitsuki studied him for a moment. Then, a slow smile spread across her face. "You know what? Yes. I'd love to. I haven't played with anyone in months."
"Really?"
"Really." She gathered her groceries. "Finish your shift. I'll go home and change. I'll see you at the volleyball court in Shiroishi Park in an hour and a half. Do you know the place?"
"I'll find it."
"Perfect." Mitsuki walked toward the door but stopped before leaving. "Thank you, Hayashi-kun. I really needed this."
"You're welcome, Mitsuki-san."
She left the store with a smile on her face. Her posture already seemed more relaxed than when she walked in.
Good, Ren thought. Now I just have to survive one more hour here and then... well, we'll see what happens.
Shiroishi Park had three volleyball courts. Two were occupied by groups of students. The third was empty.
Ren arrived five minutes before the agreed time. He was wearing simple athletic gear he had bought a week ago when he decided to start training physically for the UA exams. Black track pants. A white t-shirt. Sneakers that had seen better days.
He stretched while he waited, performing basic movements he remembered from physical education classes in his previous life.
Don't be pathetic, he told himself. At least try to look athletic.
"Hayashi-kun!"
Ren turned around and nearly choked on his own saliva.
Mitsuki Bakugo was walking toward him from the park entrance. But this wasn't the casual Mitsuki in jeans and a blouse. This was sporty Mitsuki.
And she was absolutely devastating.
She was wearing athletic shorts. Short shorts. The kind that barely covered what was necessary; black and tight, they clung to her thighs like a second skin, accentuating every curve of her rear in a way that should be illegal.
On top, a slightly loose red sports shirt. The kind of fabric that clung to the body when sweaty. He could see the outline of her sports bra underneath. White sneakers and calf-high socks. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that left her neck completely exposed.
My God, Ren thought, feeling his body react immediately. What's sexier? Seeing her naked with X-ray vision or seeing her like this?
Because, honestly, he couldn't decide. Seeing her naked with X-ray vision had been incredible. Those perfect breasts, every intimate detail. But seeing her like this, in athletic wear that left so little to the imagination while covering just enough to provoke, was equally hot.
Both ways give me an erection, he admitted mentally.
"Ready to lose?" Mitsuki asked with a competitive smile as she reached the court.
"I can try to defend myself."
"I hope so. There's no fun in an easy victory." She dropped a backpack next to the court and pulled out a volleyball. "Warm up first?"
"Sure."
They spent the next ten minutes passing the ball back and forth gently. Mitsuki clearly knew what she was doing; she controlled the ball as if it were an extension of her body. Ren, on the other hand, had to subtly use his telekinesis to avoid looking like a total fool.
Just a little nudge here, he thought, guiding the ball with his mind when his hit went off course. A little adjustment there.
"You're not as bad as I thought," Mitsuki commented. "Have you played before?"
"In school. Nothing serious."
"Well, let's see how well you defend yourself when we play for real." Her smile turned predatory. "First one to fifteen wins."
"No net?"
"No net. Just the two of us. Simple rules."
The game began.
Ren quickly discovered that Mitsuki wasn't joking about her skill. She was fast and aggressive. Every hit had real power behind it. He had to use telekinesis constantly just to keep up; a mental nudge to deflect a particularly strong hit or a subtle pull to guide the ball toward his hands.
But it was also fun. Genuinely fun. Mitsuki laughed when she made a good point, groaned dramatically when he managed to return a difficult shot, and cheered when she scored.
This is what she needed, Ren thought, watching her run and jump. Not thinking about destroyed kitchens or absent husbands. Just moving and having fun.
The score was 8-7 in Mitsuki's favor when she prepared a particularly strong serve. She positioned herself, bounced the ball twice, and took a deep breath.
And Ren had an idea. A bold and definitely inappropriate idea.
But... he thought, feeling his lewd side take control, just how sensitive is she really?
He activated his X-ray vision while she tossed the ball into the air. He saw through the clothes, straight to the intimate parts he had memorized days ago. Then, he used his telekinesis. He mentally grabbed her underwear and moved it upward, pulling gently. The fabric wedged between her folds.
Mitsuki hit the ball hard. But in that same moment, Ren moved the garment again, creating friction against her sensitive lips.
The ball flew off course. Mitsuki stumbled slightly. Ren increased the mental pressure, moving the fabric up and down in a constant frictional motion.
Like masturbation.
Mitsuki's eyes widened. Her breathing changed, and her knees visibly trembled.
"Mitsuki-san?" Ren ran toward her, faking concern. "Are you okay?"
Come on, he thought as he maintained the movement. Come on, come on...
"I... I'm..." Mitsuki's voice came out strained. Her face was flushed.
Ren saw with his X-ray vision how her lips swelled from the constant friction. And then it happened. Mitsuki bent forward, clutching her knees. A soft moan escaped her lips as her legs shook violently.
Liquid. Ren saw it clearly: a transparent fluid soaking her underwear and sliding down her inner thighs. She had just had an orgasm in the middle of a volleyball court and had no idea why.
Holy hell, Ren thought. This is the best thing I've seen in my life. In both lives.
"Mitsuki-san!" Ren reached her side, releasing his mental control. "What happened? Are you hurt?"
Act natural, he reminded himself. As if you have no idea.
"I... no... I'm fine..." Mitsuki panted. Her face was completely red. "Just... a cramp... I think..."
"Let me help you."
Ren took her by the arm to stabilize her. And then something else happened. His hand touched her bare skin just above the elbow—skin covered in glycerin from her Quirk.
Mitsuki gasped audibly. Her entire body tensed, and another tremor shook her.
Shit, Ren thought, feeling the slippery texture. The glycerin makes her extremely sensitive to touch.
Mitsuki had a second orgasm, softer than the first but just as visible. Her knees gave out completely, and Ren caught her before she hit the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mitsuki murmured against his shoulder. "I don't know what... this is embarrassing..."
"Don't worry about it," he said aloud. "Do you want to sit down? There's a bench over there."
"Yes... yes, please."
He guided her toward the bench. They walked slowly; her legs were still trembling. When she finally sat down, Ren noticed her nipples. They were visible through the loose shirt, completely hard, pressing against the sports bra and the outer fabric.
Her nipples are her most sensitive zone, he thought. And now they're erect after two orgasms.
Mitsuki followed his gaze and realized what he was seeing. Her face turned even redder.
Oh God, she thought, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. Why am I so sensitive today? Why am I reacting like this?
But the embarrassment was mixed with arousal.
He's seeing me like this, Mitsuki thought, feeling the heat concentrate in her chest. A young guy is seeing me like this and it's... it's turning me on more, damn it.
Ren quickly looked away, acting as if he hadn't noticed anything.
"Do you want some water?" he asked. "I brought a bottle."
"No... I'm fine." Mitsuki breathed deeply, trying to calm down. "I just need a moment."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Mitsuki with her arms crossed and Ren politely looking elsewhere.
Two orgasms, Ren thought. I gave her two orgasms without her even realizing. This is incredible and terrible at the same time.
Johnny Sins would definitely be proud of him. Eventually, Mitsuki recovered enough to stand up.
"I think I've had enough for today," she said with an embarrassed giggle. "I didn't expect to get tired so fast."
"Do you want to walk together?" Ren offered. "We're headed in the same direction anyway."
"Yes... that would be nice."
They gathered their things and began to walk as the sun started to set. Mitsuki kept her arms crossed at first, but eventually lowered them.
"Hayashi-kun," she said after several minutes of silence. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For offering when I was clearly stressed." She smiled genuinely. "You don't realize how much I needed this. Just having fun without thinking about destroyed kitchens or work or maternal responsibilities."
"I'm glad I helped."
"And..." She stopped, her face turning slightly red again. "Sorry for my embarrassing moment. I don't know what got into me. I was probably just more tired than I thought."
"You don't have to apologize."
"Yes, I do. Collapsing in the middle of a game like a teenager at her first practice is embarrassing."
Ren looked at her. He considered his next words carefully.
Come on, he thought. Be bold for once.
"On the contrary," he said. "It feels good to see an attractive woman in that state."
Mitsuki stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at him with wide eyes. For a moment, Ren thought he had gone too far, that she would use her Quirk to make him slip and fall on his face. But then, she let out a genuine laugh.
"Hayashi-kun," she said between laughs. "You are way too bold, you know that? Too bold for a boy your age."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No." She shook her head, still smiling. "It's refreshing. Most guys your age get nervous and clumsy around older women. You just... say what's on your mind."
"Life is short. There's no point in not telling the truth."
"Wise words from someone so young." Mitsuki studied him for a moment. "You're going to be dangerous when you grow up a bit more."
"Dangerous?"
"To girls' hearts. With that direct personality and that confidence." She paused. "Though you could work on your physique. And maybe get a wig or something."
"Ouch."
"Just telling the truth, like you." She smiled with amusement. "But you have potential. You definitely have potential."
They reached the intersection where their paths diverged.
"Well," Mitsuki said. "This is where we part. Thanks again, Hayashi-kun. You really made my day better."
"The pleasure was mine, Bakugo-san."
"And good luck on your exams in two days. Are you applying to any school in particular?"
"UA."
Mitsuki's eyes lit up. "Really? Katsuki is applying to UA too."
"I know. He mentioned it before."
"Then maybe you'll see each other there. It would be funny if you ended up in the same class." She smiled. "Though I warn you, Katsuki is... intense. He's not easy to get along with."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Good." She started to walk away but stopped. "Hey, Hayashi-kun. If you get into UA... come visit me once in a while. I've enjoyed talking to you these past few weeks. You're good company."
She's inviting me to visit her, Ren thought, his heart racing.
"I will," he promised. "I definitely will."
"Perfect. See you, Hayashi-kun. And seriously, consider the wig."
"Hey!"
She laughed as she walked away, her blonde ponytail swaying with every step. Ren watched her go until she turned the corner and disappeared from sight. Then, he allowed himself a wide grin.
Two orgasms, he thought, starting the walk to his room. And she has no idea it was me.
He felt like a villain. Like someone who had just done something completely inappropriate and morally questionable. And honestly, it felt incredible.
Charles Xavier would be so disappointed, he thought with a smile.
But Charles Xavier wasn't here. This was Ren's universe. His second life. His chance to live without limits.
He climbed the stairs, opened his door, and dropped onto his futon.
"UA exam," he said aloud to the ceiling. "Here I come."
Two more days. His life would change completely again. But for now, he allowed himself to remember the image of Mitsuki on the court.
Yes, it had definitely been a great day.
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