Feel Invincible

"Son, I know you're at the age where you'd want to experiment and try things out. If you find gratification in smashing toilets know that I won't hold it against you, but I'd like to ask you to not destroy the toilets in our house because we still need them." Yousuke's father, Gojo Sukeo spoke.

Gojo Sukeo couldn't be said to be an unattractive person by any means. He had a tidy and neat appearance, with his neatly combed light brown hair, a relatively fit body, neither too muscular nor too skinny, and he got an intense gaze whenever he was focusing on something. Add in to that his financial power, and ladies would find him to be quite frankly irresistible. Too bad he was happily married.

Yousuke, on the other hand, had a similarly slim build, but with his hair a lighter shade of brown, bordering on blonde, and blue eyes, inherited from his mother.

And so he sat there, feeling extremely awkward but not quite being able to excuse himself. He couldn't possibly explain how the toilet blew up, since he still didn't understand it. Yousuke could swear he had seen the sphere he made and shot out of his dick spinning where the toilet used to be.

As soon as he could, he'd have to do more research on this.

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"So what you're saying is your toilet blew up?" asked a blonde girl on the other side of the screen of the computer.

"Feel free to skip over the riveting experience of having a ball up my dick, why don't you?" commented Yousuke, as he leaned back in his chair.

At the girl's annoyed expression Yousuke sighed, deciding to get back to the subject. He also noted that the girl had a little more pink dust on her cheeks, as it happened every time he said 'dick' in the last few minutes.

"But yes. And..." the boy paused at that, as if to reassure himself. "I think I saw the ball spinning after, in between smashed parts of the toilet."

The two teens paused at that, both of them thinking. After a solid minute of silence, the girl was the first one to speak.

"Can you do that with your balls again?" then, suddenly realizing what she said could be very easily misinterpreted, she quickly backpedaled, her face turning from slightly pink to bright red. "I-I mean, can you spin other spheres you can make with your quirk?"

Yousuke hummed in response and made a small sphere in his left palm. Using the index finger and thumb of the other hand, he gently pinched the ball and moved his fingers in opposing directions. The action made the ball spin, but it didn't look like anything out of the ordinary to him, so he flicked his hand in the direction of the trash bin to throw the ball and turned his attention back to the girl.

"I don't think just spinning them normally is gonna do anything. Maybe I'm not doing something right." said Yousuke.

"Are you sure?" asked back the girl, looking at Yousuke's left palm.

"Yes, why do you ask? Do I have something on my ha-" started Yousuke, looking at his left hand, but he froze when he saw something completely unexpected. The ball was still stuck to his left hand and was spinning, even as he held his hand vertically. It perplexed Yousuke. And now that he looked a bit closer to the sphere, he could see it was also somewhat glowing, barely enough to be noticeable in the well-lit room.

"Wha- How?" he blurted out, losing his usual calmness.

'What is happening? How long will it spin? Will it stop on its own or do I have to stop it myself?' Yousuke thought to himself, grimacing at that last thought. He had seen the effect the thing had on the toilet bowl. He didn't wat to experience that himself.

Slowly standing up, Yousuke moved carefully to the window of his room, taking great care not to shift the sphere too much. He opened the window lock with one hand and put the hand with the sphere out the window.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Yousuke flung his hand out, to throw away the ball.

'Go away. Go away. Go away.' was going through Yousuke's head as some sort of mantra, hoping to not get injured while also getting rid of the sphere.

Much to his relief, the ball indeed went away. In fact, it went away so fast that, for a moment, when Yousuke saw it was heading straight to the tree in his backyard, he feared it might just blow it up. Instead, adding even further to his confusion, the moment the ball made contact with the tree branch in its way, it simply bent out of the way as if buffeted by powerful winds.

"What the hell?" muttered Yousuke, looking back and forth between the tree that returned back to its original shape and his left hand that was ball-less.

In what could only be called a decision made in the moment, Yousuke made another ball on his hand and willed it to spin.

Normally, his quirk doesn't let him to control his spheres once they're made, but considering the events of the last few minutes or so in mind, when he practically shot out the ball from his hand, Yousuke felt something in the back of his mind telling him to try to move it without touching it.

'Fuck it! Why not?' he thought.

He looked at the sphere for a moment, before it started spinning by itself.

"It moved! It actually moved!"

As he looked at it in fascination, he could feel that his hand was numb right under the spinning ball.

"Hey! What's happening?"

The voice snapped him out of his reverie. Yousuke moved back to his computer, a wide smile on his face.

"Look! Look! My balls are spinning!" he shouted, demonstrating that by making another ball and making it spin.

"How do you do that?"

"I have no fucking clue!"

"You should come to I-Island so we can test this out."

"I should!"