Ren arrived at the Bakugo house exactly three minutes late. He had spent the last fifteen minutes in front of his bedroom mirror, intensely debating whether or not he should wear a hat to hide his baldness.
No, he had finally told himself, discarding the idea with a sigh. If I am going to be the only bald teenager at UA, at least I will be the most honest about it. Besides, hats make me look like I am trying to hide something dishonest. Which is technically true, but that is not the point now.
Now he was standing in front of the heavy dark wood door, nervously holding a bottle of red wine that had cost him more than he wanted to admit. It was not particularly expensive by high society standards, but for someone living in a room of barely six tatami mats and surviving on rice with egg most days, it represented a significant investment in his future.
I hope this is not too cheap for a fashion designer as successful as her, he thought with a grimace as he rang the doorbell. Although, technically, it should be the thought that counts, right? That is what they always say in B movies.
The door opened almost immediately, as if they were waiting for him right behind it.
Mitsuki appeared in the doorframe, and the image nearly took Ren's breath away. She was wearing summery dark jeans that clung to her thighs and calves like a second skin, highlighting every curve of her athletic legs. She wore a white cotton blouse, casual in appearance but with an elegant and subtly transparent cut, which hugged her firm torso, allowing a glimpse of the silhouette of her bust beneath the fabric.
My God, Ren thought, making a superhuman effort to maintain his neutral expression and not let his gaze drop lower than it should. She looks absolutely incredible.
"You made it, Hayashi kun," Mitsuki greeted with a mocking and confident smile, leaning indolently against the doorframe. "Come in before the reflection from your head blinds me."
Ren felt the heat quickly rise to his cheeks. Right. Of course she is going to mention the baldness. It is Mitsuki Bakugo. It would be strange and even worrying if she did not.
"It is aerodynamic for combat, Mitsuki san," he replied with the firmest voice he could muster, trying to play along. "It significantly reduces wind resistance. It is a tactical advantage that you, with all due respect, would not understand."
Mitsuki let out a genuine and loud laugh that made her chest vibrate.
"Tactical advantage? Is that what you tell girls when they ask about your look?"
"I have not had the chance to tell any girls yet," Ren admitted with brutal honesty as he entered the foyer. "Mainly because none have asked me. Generally, they just look at my head with a mixture of pity and confusion before walking away."
"At least you are honest about it," Mitsuki commented as she closed the door behind him, standing just inches from his back.
She led him into the house. The hallway was wide, decorated with impeccable taste and very well lit. The walls displayed family photographs and some elegantly framed fashion sketches. Ren noticed a particularly large photo of a younger Katsuki, probably about eight years old, proudly holding a trophy from some kind of school competition, wearing the same scowl as always.
Even as a kid he already had that expression of wanting to make the whole world explode, Ren thought with an internal smile.
"Nice house," he commented out loud, trying to sound like a polite guest.
"Thanks. It is too big for only three people, honestly," Mitsuki walked in front of him, and Ren could not help but notice how her caderas swayed rhythmically with every step, causing a delicious tension in his pants. "But Masaru insisted when we moved. He said we needed space for when Katsuki grew up and brought friends home."
She paused and let out a laugh full of irony.
"As if that explosive brat would ever bring friends home. He prefers to be alone, locked away, shouting obscenities at his video games."
Just as they reached the end of the hallway, where the corridor opened into the living room, Ren made a bold decision.
Now or never, he thought, concentrating.
He activated his telekinesis with surgical precision. He visualized the welcome mat right in front of the room entrance. With a mental impulse, he lifted the edge barely a millimeter just as Mitsuki was about to step.
Mitsuki's foot caught perfectly in the invisible trap.
"Woah!" she exclaimed, losing her balance and staggering dangerously forward.
Ren did not make the slightest effort to hold her by the shoulders or arms to stabilize her. Instead, he took a small step forward, positioning himself expertly exactly where he knew she would fall from the inertia.
The result was, mathematically speaking, perfect.
Mitsuki fell directly onto him. Her chest crashed against Ren's face with a softness and warmth that exceeded all his previous expectations. For a brief but glorious moment, Ren's face was completely buried between her firm and generous breasts. He could smell the citrus perfume and the natural scent of her skin, feeling the heat emanating from her body.
This, Ren thought with absolute mental clarity despite the rush of adrenaline, is exactly what a professional like Johnny Sins would have done in my place.
The softness of her bust against his face was exactly as he had imagined in his wildest fantasies. Better, even. Reality had a texture and weight that no dream could replicate.
"Ay!" Mitsuki straightened up quickly, pulling away from him with her cheeks flushed a deep red. "I am so sorry, Hayashi kun! I do not know what happened to me. I must be much more tired than I thought to trip over my own rug."
Ren staggered slightly backward, pretending to be dazed by the impact. He touched his nose with a dramatic gesture, as if verifying it was not broken.
"Do not worry about it, Mitsuki san," he said with a sincerity she could not detect as a double entendre. "If I have to die crushed by something in this life, honestly I would prefer it to be under those circumstances. Consider it a public service to my humble sentimental education."
Mitsuki blinked a few times, processing the boy's boldness. Then she shook her head, while a half amused, half mischievous smile crossed her lips.
"Every time you open your mouth you surprise me more, Hayashi kun. I do not know if that is a good thing or a terribly bad thing for your future."
"It is probably a bit of both," Ren admitted, shrugging with a crooked smile.
The Bakugo kitchen was surprisingly spacious. It had polished black granite countertops that sparkled under LED lights and state of the art stainless steel appliances that probably cost more than all of Ren's possessions combined. There was a central island with four modern high stools.
And, of course, there were the battle scars.
Ren noticed them immediately: charred black spots on the wall near the stove, remnants of small controlled explosions. Also, an area of the floor where the linoleum had clearly been replaced recently, as the color was slightly different from the rest of the room.
"Let me guess," he said, pointing at the marks with his finger. "The inevitable aftermath of indoor Quirk training?"
Mitsuki sighed dramatically as she began to set the plates on the adjacent dining table.
"That is right. It is a constant headache. Although, I must admit that after today's match I relaxed quite a bit. It was just what my body needed to release tension."
More than you imagine, Ren thought with an internal smile of satisfaction, remembering the intense orgasms he had caused her using his power during the game.
As if summoned by the indirect mention of his past crimes, heavy footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. They were loud, determined, and charged with aggressive energy, as if every step were a personal challenge against the floor.
Katsuki Bakugo appeared in the kitchen like a personified storm.
He was exactly as Ren remembered him from the anime: the messy ash blonde hair shooting in every direction, piercing red eyes that seemed to be in a state of perpetual wrath with the universe, and a posture that radiated absolute, almost arrogant confidence.
He wore a black sleeveless shirt that revealed his already muscular arms and gray sweatpants. Even in casual clothes, the boy looked intimidating.
His eyes immediately locked onto Ren with palpable hostility.
"Who the hell is this knee faced extra?" Bakugo roared, pointing at him accusingly with a finger.
Knee faced extra, Ren thought, feeling a prickle of genuine amusement. That insult is new. Generally, people just stick to basic baldness, but he has creativity for hatred.
"He is your future classmate at UA," Mitsuki replied without even bothering to look up from the plates she was organizing. "So shut your damn mouth once and for all and sit down before I give you a blow that restarts your brain."
"Is this the guy you said got into UA?" Katsuki turned completely toward Ren, studying him with a mix of disbelief and deep contempt. "You got into UA? What is your Quirk supposed to be, besides reflecting sunlight with that shiny skull to blind villains?"
Ren sat calmly on one of the island stools, remaining completely relaxed despite Bakugo's explosive tone.
"Telekinesis," he replied with a calm and steady voice. "I can move objects with my mind. I got seventy points on the entrance exam."
Bakugo snorted loudly, a look of mockery crossing his face.
"Seventy points. Pathetic. I came in absolute first place."
"Congratulations on that," Ren smiled sincerely, which seemed to annoy Katsuki even more. "Though I imagine it was a simple task with an explosion Quirk. The robots probably did not even know what hit them before being reduced to scrap metal."
"What are you trying to say, egg head?"
"Just that explosive Quirks are extremely effective against those types of mechanical and predictable threats. I am not calling you basic, just efficient."
Small sparks, accompanied by the smell of nitroglycerin, began to pop from Bakugo's palms.
"Are you calling me basic to my face?"
"I am telling you your Quirk is the perfect tool for that specific exam. I am not disrespecting you, Bakugo."
"DAMN YOU!"
"Katsuki, I am warning you: if you explode one more thing in my kitchen, I swear to God I will hit you so hard you will see stars until next year," Mitsuki interrupted in a icy voice, while placing a dish of steaming teriyaki chicken in the center of the table. "Now, sit down both of you and eat before I lose my patience and give you both a beating."
Bakugo grumbled under his breath but ended up obeying, dragging a chair with much more force than necessary. Ren moved toward the table with deliberate slowness.
The food looked and smelled incredible. The teriyaki chicken shone with its sweet sauce and sesame seeds, accompanied by perfectly cooked white rice, sautéed vegetables, and a miso soup that released a comforting aroma.
This is definitely a thousand times better than my rice and egg diet, Ren thought as he served himself a generous portion.
During the first few minutes, they ate in a relatively peaceful silence. Well, peaceful by Bakugo standards, which meant only occasional grunts and the clacking of chopsticks were heard.
Ren discreetly observed the family dynamic while chewing. Mitsuki ate with elegant and precise movements, clearly accustomed to the pace of a successful businesswoman. Bakugo, on the other hand, devoured his food with such ferocity that he seemed to be competing in a speed contest against an invisible enemy.
They are much more similar than either of them would ever be willing to admit, Ren thought.
It was at that moment he decided it was time to escalate his plan to a new level.
He activated his X ray vision under the table, keeping his face impassive. Mitsuki's clothes became translucent to his mental gaze. He could clearly see the black sports bra she wore under the white blouse. And beneath that elastic fabric, her breasts were revealed to him in all their glory.
They were beautiful. Firm, with soft skin and a perfect shape. He noticed her nipples, somewhat shy, hiding slightly inward.
Let's see how sensitive she has remained after today, Ren thought, feeling a shiver of anticipation.
He concentrated his telekinesis on an extremely specific and delicate point. He visualized invisible fingers brushing with extreme softness against Mitsuki's right nipple. It was a light touch, barely a tactical whisper.
Mitsuki suddenly went completely still. Her fork stopped halfway to her mouth, suspended in the air.
Ren increased the pressure just a little. Now his telekinetic fingers gently pinched the tip of the nipple, rolling it slowly between them.
"Mom?" Bakugo asked with his mouth full of rice, noticing his mother's strange paralysis. "What the hell is wrong with you now?"
Mitsuki blinked rapidly, trying to regain her composure.
"It is... it is the spice," she lied, her voice sounding slightly strangled. "I think I went overboard with the chili in the chicken."
Ren, showing no emotion, shifted his attention to the left nipple. This time he applied more decisive pressure, pulling gently outward, as if wanting to wake that little protrusion from its natural shyness.
Mitsuki let out a nearly inaudible gasp that she tried to disguise with a cough. Her free hand gripped the edge of the wooden table tightly, and Ren could see her knuckles turning white from the effort of not reacting physically.
"Are you sure you are okay?" Bakugo looked at her now with a mix of suspicion and confusion. "You look... weird. Like you are having a seizure."
"I am perfectly fine, Katsuki," Mitsuki insisted, though her breathing had become noticeably more agitated and shallow. "I just... need some cold water."
She stood up abruptly from her chair and walked toward the sink with her back to them. Ren noticed with dark satisfaction that her nipples were now completely erect and rigid, marking themselves with total clarity against the thin fabric of the white blouse.
Shit, Ren thought, feeling a surge of excitement. Her body responds even faster than last time. She must be especially sensitive today.
Bakugo, being the socially inept teenager he was, did not seem to notice anything beyond the superficial. He simply kept engorging his food as if nothing strange were happening inches away from him.
Mitsuki served herself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp, trying to calm the fire Ren was lighting inside her. When she returned to the table, her cheeks wore a lovely flush and she completely avoided eye contact with Ren, as if she were deeply embarrassed that he could see her in that state of sensory vulnerability.
"So, Hayashi kun," Mitsuki spoke after clearing her throat with effort. "Are you excited to start your classes at UA?"
"Quite a bit, honestly," Ren replied, grateful for the chance to have a conversation that seemed normal. "Although I admit the nerves are there. I have never studied at an institution with such a high level of competition."
"You should be terrified," Bakugo growled between bites. "UA is not a place for weak extras. If you cannot keep the frantic pace, others will trample and crush you without hesitation."
"Such motivating words," Ren commented sarcastically. "You should seriously consider a career as a school counselor or life coach."
"Shut up, shiny head!"
"Katsuki, behave," Mitsuki warned in a tone that allowed no retort.
The rest of the dinner passed with relative normalcy. Bakugo continued to hurl creative insults about Ren's baldness every few minutes, and Ren responded with biting comments about the blonde's volatile temperament. Mitsuki intervened now and then to ensure dinner did not end in a duel to the death.
It was an oddly comfortable dynamic, as if they fit together in some twisted way.
Twenty five minutes later, Bakugo stood up from the table with a final grunt of dissatisfaction.
"I am going to my room," he announced to the room in general. "I need to sleep for tomorrow's training."
"Do not dare explode anything in your room, Katsuki," his mother warned him without looking.
"I am not a damn kid anymore!"
"You are exactly that: an explosive, stubborn, and problematic kid. Now get out."
Bakugo responded with another unintelligible grunt and went up the stairs with steps that made the structure rumble. Ren heard the dry sound of a door closing hard on the upper floor.
And, suddenly, they were alone in the silence of the kitchen.
Mitsuki stood up to start gathering the dirty dishes from the table.
"Let me help you with that," Ren offered, also standing up from his seat.
"Do not be ridiculous, Hayashi kun, you are the guest of honor tonight."
"I am a guest who has hands and can at least carry his own plate to the sink. I am not completely useless in household chores, I assure you."
Mitsuki looked at him and smiled slightly, a softer expression than before.
"Fine, I accept. But only the plates, I will handle the rest."
They worked in a shared silence for a few minutes. Ren brought the dishes to the sink while Mitsuki rinsed them expertly and arranged them in the dishwasher.
I am here, washing dishes with Mitsuki Bakugo after having touched her mentally, Ren thought with a pang of disbelief. My life has officially become surreal.
When they finished with the main dishes, Mitsuki took a cake out of the refrigerator. It was a strawberry tart with a generous layer of whipped cream that looked delicious.
"I bought this this morning on my way home," she explained as she placed it on a ceramic tray. "I thought it would be the appropriate grand finale for an admission celebration."
She carried the tray carefully toward the dining table.
It was at that precise moment when Ren decided it was time to take the next step in his game of invisible seduction.
He activated his X ray vision once more, focusing on Mitsuki's torso. He located the sports bra and, with millimetric precision, found the metal support wire that kept the structure in place under her breasts.
Forgive me, Charles Xavier, wherever you are, he thought with a wicked mental smirk. But this opportunity is simply too good to pass up.
He applied a sharp, powerful tug of telekinesis directly to the metal wire. The steel instantly bent under the invisible pressure, breaking the seam and popping out of its original position.
The bra lost all its structural support in a second.
Mitsuki's breasts, which until then had been perfectly contained and held, suddenly dropped by their own weight. The sudden change in weight distribution and pressure completely unbalanced her while she was walking.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, letting out a cry of surprise as she staggered forward.
The tray with the strawberry cake tilted dangerously in her hands, about to end up on the floor.
Ren reacted with superhuman speed, driven by his enhanced senses. He used a burst of telekinesis to stabilize the tray in the air while, simultaneously, he jumped up to physically hold her by the waist.
"Let me help you with that, Mitsuki san," he said, taking the tray from her trembling hands and pressing his body against hers. "It seems that today gravity has decided to be especially cruel to you."
Mitsuki was completely red, a crimson fire covering her face and neck. She let Ren take the tray and immediately crossed her arms tightly over her chest, feeling with absolute clarity how her breasts now hung free and heavy under the thin fabric of her blouse.
"Thank you, Hayashi kun..." her voice sounded mortified and shaky. "I... I do not know what is happening to me. This bra must have been defective from the factory. I swear on my life it was in perfect condition this morning."
"Do not worry about it," Ren placed the tray on the table with practiced calm. "These accidents happen more often than one thinks. Industrial materials can fail at the least opportune moment."
There was a silence charged with electrical tension while Mitsuki tried to recompose her dignity.
"I am going to the bathroom for a moment," she announced, still not letting go of her arms crossed over her bust. "I need to... adjust some things with my clothes."
"Take all the time you need, Mitsuki san. I am in no hurry."
Mitsuki left the kitchen almost fleeing, with much faster and more erratic steps than normal.
Ren waited exactly fifteen seconds, counting every heartbeat, before activating his X ray vision through the kitchen wall.
The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. It was a medium sized, impeccable room with shiny white tiles and chrome fixtures. Mitsuki was standing in front of the large mirror, inspecting her destroyed bra with a mix of frustration and bewilderment.
How the hell could it break like that? he could imagine her thinking as she frowned. It was perfect just a few hours ago.
With quick movements, she took off the white blouse. Then she got rid of the useless bra. Her breasts were finally free, exposed to the fresh bathroom air, bouncing slightly with each of her movements. They were magnificent, with cream toned skin and pink areolas that stood out under the fluorescent light.
They are simply beautiful, Ren thought, feeling his pulse accelerate violently and his own excitement grow.
Mitsuki let out a long sigh and sat on the closed toilet lid. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and covering her face with her hands, trying to process how incredibly strange and stimulating her day was turning out to be.
It was then that Ren decided to experiment with something that had been rattling around in his head.
He vaguely remembered reading a manga in his previous life where the protagonist possessed a similar power and discovered that he could not only move objects but could feel the surfaces he touched with his mental energy.
Let's put that theory to the test right now, he thought, closing his eyes to concentrate better.
He expanded his power in a different way, not as brute force, but extending his own consciousness through telekinesis. He began to treat that energy as if it were a nervous extension of his own physical senses.
He created a telekinetic finger: invisible, intangible to anyone who did not have the ability to detect psychic fields.
And, with an agonizing slowness, he slid it gently over the curve of Mitsuki's backside.
Her reaction was instantaneous and electrifying.
Mitsuki straightened up abruptly in her seat, eyes opening wide with surprise and sudden pleasure.
"What...?" she whispered to herself, looking frantically around the bathroom which, logically, was empty.
Ren, from the kitchen, felt everything with terrifying clarity. The extreme softness of her skin, the latent heat emanating from her muscles, and the slightly damp texture of her body.
It works, he thought with an astonishment that bordered on ecstasy. I can really feel what I touch with telekinesis. It is like possessing a pair of ghostly hands that no one can see.
He moved that invisible finger down, expertly sliding it between her firm cheeks.
Mitsuki let out a soft, broken moan that broke the bathroom silence. Her legs opened slightly involuntarily, unconsciously seeking more of that unknown sensation.
Ren continued his exploration, now with more confidence. He found her entrance, which already felt wet and extremely sensitive, reacting with subtle spasms to every touch of the invisible finger.
"My God..." Mitsuki whispered, her voice cracked and shaky. "What is happening to me today? Am I going crazy?"
In her mind, she was convinced that everything was a product of her own accumulated sexual frustration. She thought her body was reacting extremely to the week's stress and to all the desires she had been repressing for so long.
She decided that, since she was there, she would do something to remedy it.
Her own hand slowly went down toward the space between her legs. She began to touch herself desperately, trying to relieve the unbearable tension she felt growing in her belly.
But Ren was not going to let her do all the work alone.
Using his new ability, he created more telekinetic fingers in the bathroom space. While one continued to slide in and out of her entrance with a constant rhythm that imitated and complemented the movement of her own hand, another found her clitoris, rubbing it with circular movements, soft but persistent. Two more mental projections moved upward, pinching and pulling her nipples with a synchronization that bordered on perfection.
Mitsuki completely lost control of her body and her will.
"Ah! God! Shit!" she panted loudly, her own hands now working frantically while Ren's invisible fingers stimulated her relentlessly from every possible angle.
Ren felt absolutely everything in his own mind. Every contraction of her internal muscles, every tremor of her thighs, the constant flow that began to gush from her in abundance. He felt the way her vaginal walls squeezed desperately around his invisible member.
It was an experience that surpassed anything he had ever seen or imagined before. Because this was real, it was happening at that very moment, and he was the sole architect of that forbidden pleasure.
His invisible finger curved slightly inside her, searching for that exact spot of intense pleasure he had studied in theory. When he found it and applied pressure, Mitsuki's reaction was purely explosive.
"AHH!" her back arched violently backward, with her whole body tensing to the limit.
Ren gave her no respite and increased the intensity of the mental caresses. The finger on her clitoris moved at a dizzying speed. The ones playing with her nipples pulled harder, provoking moans of pain and pleasure mixed together. The internal finger pushed deep, maintaining constant pressure on her most sensitive spot.
Mitsuki reached climax with a stifled moan that she desperately tried to hide by biting the back of her own hand. Her whole body shook with violent and rhythmic spasms. Ren felt the powerful contractions around his energy, felt the heat of the fluid spilling out and each of the waves of pure pleasure that traversed the woman's nervous system.
It was a complete, devastating, and incredibly intense orgasm.
But Ren, driven by his own curiosity and desire, did not stop there.
While she was still trembling and recovering from the last spasms, he continued with the stimulation. He did it more softly now, knowing she would be in a state of extreme hypersensitivity, but without stopping for a single second.
"No... wait... it is too much..." Mitsuki gasped with her strength failing, but her body did not pull away from the invisible contact. On the contrary, her hips moved looking for more, silently begging for the pleasure not to end.
Ren rebuilt the tension from scratch. His invisible fingers worked in perfect coordination, learning in real time what movements made her moan louder, what pressures made her tremble from head to toe, and what caresses made her curse in a broken whisper.
The second orgasm arrived even faster than the first. It was not as explosive, but it was much deeper and longer lasting, a wave of heat that seemed to spread through every fiber of her being for an eternity.
Mitsuki ended up collapsing against the cold bathroom wall, breathing heavily and erratically. Sweat glistened on her skin like small pearls under the light. Her cheeks were burning and her legs still held a slight residual tremor.
"What... what the hell was that..." she whispered to the air, trying to recover the breath her lungs demanded.
Ren carefully withdrew his telekinetic energy from the bathroom. He deactivated his X ray vision with a blink.
And he sat back down quietly at the dining table, cutting a piece of the strawberry cake with total parsimony, as if he had not just committed the boldest act of his new life.
Johnny Sins would be proud of my performance today, he thought with a smile of absolute internal satisfaction. He would definitely be very proud.
Five minutes later, Mitsuki finally returned to the kitchen. She had changed clothes; now she wore a loose gray t shirt that showed nothing and black yoga pants. Her hair was slightly damp at the temples, a sign that she had washed her face with cold water to try to lower the flush and temperature.
"I am so sorry for the delay, Hayashi kun," she said, making a monumental effort to avoid direct eye contact. "I had to... change clothes completely. That bra was totally ruined, a real shame."
"Do not worry about it, Mitsuki san," Ren replied with an imperturbable calm, offering her a plate with a slice of cake. "Would you like some? It is really delicious, you have good taste in desserts."
Mitsuki took the plate with hands that still held a slight tremor she could not entirely hide.
They sat in a dense but strangely peaceful silence for a few moments, concentrated on eating the dessert.
Finally, Mitsuki broke the silence.
"Hayashi kun."
"Yes?"
"Thank you. Truly. Thank you for coming tonight. And for... well, for being such pleasant company. It has been an extremely strange day for me, but also very pleasant thanks to you."
"The pleasure was all mine, Mitsuki san," Ren responded, taking a final bite of the cake.
Literally, he added to himself with a hint of irony.
"I am very glad you accepted the invitation," she continued, beginning to regain her usual tone of voice. "I know your personal situation is not easy at all. Living alone at your age... it cannot be an easy thing to handle."
Ren felt, for a brief moment, a sting of guilt in his chest. There was Mitsuki, being genuinely kind and protective toward him, caring about his well being as if he were another son, and he had just led her to ecstasy twice without her having the slightest idea who was responsible.
But she enjoyed it to the fullest, Ren justified himself mentally to silence his conscience. I made her feel better than she has felt in a long time. That has to count for something positive, right?
He was not entirely sure, but he decided not to think more about the ethical implications.
"I really appreciate your concern, truly," he finally said with sincerity. "And I appreciate even more that you invited me to your home. I had no idea how much I needed a decent home cooked meal and a real conversation until I had it tonight."
Mitsuki finally dared to look him in the eye, and Ren saw a small but genuine and warm smile on her lips.
"Then you are going to have to come over much more often. Especially once classes at UA start. I am totally sure that Katsuki and you are going to end up in situations that will deserve to be discussed over a good meal."
"Are you sure about that?" Ren asked with a raised eyebrow. "Your son seems to have a burning desire to turn my bald head into a smoking explosion crater."
"Just give him a little time. Katsuki is a difficult and explosive boy at first, but eventually he gets used to people who are worth it. In his own violent and loud way, but he gets used to them."
They finished dessert amid light laughter. Ren helped clear the table once more, insisting despite her protests. When the inevitable moment came to leave, Mitsuki personally accompanied him to the main door.
"Take good care of yourself on the way, Hayashi kun," she said, leaning once more against the doorframe, this time with a softer expression. "And best of luck on your first day at UA."
"You take care too, Mitsuki san. And thanks again for the dinner, it was unforgettable."
"There is nothing to thank."
There was a moment of pause charged with a tacit meaning. Mitsuki seemed to want to say or ask something else, perhaps about the strange sensations she had felt, but finally she only shook her head and smiled.
"See you soon, Ren."
"We will definitely see each other soon."
Ren stepped out into the night air. The door closed behind him with a soft and final click.
He walked down the quiet residential street, where the lights of the houses created a warm and cozy glow in the middle of the darkness. The night air was cool, which he appreciated enormously after the heat and tension experienced during dinner.
I just gave Bakugo's mom a telekinetic masturbation in her own bathroom, he thought with a heady mix of satisfaction, disbelief, and a slight remorse that faded fast.
He touched his bald head reflexively while walking under the streetlights.
Maybe being bald is not so terrible after all. At least now I have super powers versatile enough to compensate for any lack of hair.
The night was beautiful. The stars shone brightly over the city of Musutafu.
And Hayashi Ren walked home with the satisfaction of a man who had just discovered exactly how useful and pleasurable mental powers could be when used in ways that were, morally speaking, quite questionable.
Honestly, after having died a virgin in a sex shop in my previous life, I firmly believe I deserve a bit of... karmic compensation from the universe.
Right?
He was not entirely sure if karma worked like that, but he decided not to think too much about the ethical implications for now.
Because soon a totally new stage would begin. UA. Pro heroes. Dangerous villains. The real beginning of the story he knew.
A new life, he thought as he turned the corner of his apartment building. With infinite possibilities before me. Some of them will be heroic, no doubt. Others... well, others will be much less heroic.
But all of them will be mine and no one else's.
And with that final thought of determination, Hayashi Ren climbed the stairs to his small apartment, ready to rest deeply before the true adventure of his life began.
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