245 My OC Stash #45 - Scumbag Hero Academia by Flux Casey (MyHeroAcademia)

-Not a SI but an OC Cambrian-like type beat~ His quirk reminds me of Garou honestly, except this one is accelerated growth in everything not just physical abilities, and he also doesn't need to fight for it to work, either way his quirk's for the battle junkies!

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Posted on: https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/scumbag-hero-academia.11777/#post-3260733 (Flux Casey)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

The UA faculty watch with expert eyes as the practical portion of the entrance exam progresses. They already have several examinees they know for certain will be students in the coming year. The spiky-haired blonde demolishing any robots she sets her eyes on with powerful explosions, the bespectacled boy blitzing through the streets tearing them apart with kicks, the boy fusing the robots to the ground so their programming destroys them when they keep trying to move. All strong candidates purely for their ability to put villains out of commission. Then there are those who excel for supporting others even during the exam. In this, the girl with vines for hair and the orange-haired girl whose quirk makes her hands change size stand out.

A boy with blue hair in a short ponytail with a focused look in his burgundy eyes certainly falls in the first category.

"What's he doing?" Cementoss asks as he watches the boy grip a one pointer's head.

"It looks like he's–" Vlad King started, stopping as the boy tears the head clean off, "Doing that."

"But why? It's not very efficient."

On screen, the boy turns and throws the head at a three pointer with enough force to knock it off its treads. A much smaller boy reacts angrily, pointing towards the purple globs on the concrete that the robot was about to run over. The blue-haired boy ignores him entirely, already searching for more targets.

"You were saying?" Midnight shrugs, "But I guess we won't see him earning any rescue points."

From how he's scoring so far, he won't need them," Snipe notes as the boy dropkicks another three pointer, riding it as it falls and kicking off to keep moving.

A week later, he receives his results. With a score of sixty villain points, he is accepted as a student of UA.

-(-)-

​

"Sai! Sai!" a blonde girl whines her pet name for him as he indulges himself with her body. One hand gripping a breast firmly, the other steadying her hips as he thrusts feverishly inside her. Mixed in with her fluids is a trickle of red.

She and the boy had been friends since childhood. They had been a couple for a year. And finally, finally, in celebration of his acceptance into UA she had opened her legs for him! He feels a thrill of exultation run through him as his hips smack into hers, this is the first of many rewards for his hard work. He'll enjoy her to the fullest now that she has finally submitted herself to him for his enjoyment! Her little gasps and whines are like music to him. She has tears in the corners of her eyes but there's little he can do, girls never enjoy their first time so he'll have to enjoy it enough for the both of them. The second time will be better. His quirk will make sure of it.

He groans as he spills himself inside her, the trickle of red muddied by a trickle of white around where they're joined. Tear streaks run down her face now. He wipes them away with a thumb. "I'm sorry," he whispers, "I know it hurt but it'll be better in future," he promises, slipping his softening cock out of her.

"Mm, I know," she answers shakily. "I love you, Sai," she says with a smile.

"Hey Juri, I've got an idea!" the boy says suddenly, picking up his phone. "We should take a picture to commemorate this!"

"Uhh, I don't think–!"

"Come on, it'll be great! Something to remember this moment where we proved how much we care about each other!"

He had chosen his words carefully. She won't want to deny it like this, when it would sound like she's denying the last part. Embarrassment causes her to shrink a little, but she nods her assent.

With a grin, he vacates the bed, standing at the foot of it with his phone ready to take his perfect picture, his perfect memento, the evidence that his path is the right one. With wide eyes, she covers her breasts and her privates, mortified. She had thought it would be a picture of the two of them!

"No, no!" he insists, "We need to see it all! Where we were joined!" Slowly, hesitantly, her arms retreat to by her sides as she looks away from the camera with a flush. "Can you give me a peace sign? And a smile?"

Would you judge her for doing it? She loves him after all. Or at least thinks she does. Fighting through her shame, she offers a weak smile to the camera, holding up double peace signs.

Click!

"Perfect!" he announces, putting his phone to one side.

"You... You won't show anyone will you Sai?"

"Of course not! You're mine, Juri! All mine!" he tells her with an insistent, possessive hug. Even as uncomfortable as the picture made her, as much as giving him her virginity had hurt, she still felt happy and safe in his arms.

He smiles to himself. It will all be worth it! He's proven himself correct now. To get everything he wants there's only one path he can walk and from a young age he has walked it readily.

He pushes himself.

For being born in a culture like Japan, where one is expected to strive eternally, to toil endlessly for oneself, one's family, one's community, one's country. It might be expected that such a thing would be commendable. And it is. But even so, even for people from a culture that heaps praise on those who work themselves to exhaustion, people watching him might decide he pushes himself too hard. The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. They might wonder.

Why does he train himself into unconsciousness?

Why would he run until his feet bleed?

He hasn't slept in how long?!

Is he not breathing?!

WHY IS HE STARVING HIMSELF?!

He would probably admit, if under extreme duress, that he might have pushed things a little too far on occasion. He had more than a few emergency hospital trips to show for it. But the results! People might consider him dangerously self-destructive, but if they knew the potential he held, the absolute jackpot of a quirk fate had decided to bestow on him, they might understand.

Saiki Saisei. His quirk? Comeback. Every time he stresses himself, his quirk will work to improve him to avoid that stress in future. A punch will get stronger, faster and more efficient. Running? Run faster and for longer without tiring. Loss of sleep? Need to sleep less often. Not breathing? More efficient use of oxygen. Starvation? More efficient use of nutrients and calories to require less food.

Here's the sad truth that those people who would judge him might not realise. With his history, Saiki was destined for a life of hardship. Orphaned son of a degenerate and a middle-class girl who should have known better. He would have to strive just to survive, let alone succeed. And Saiki had no intention of settling for just survival.

Heroes. Paragons of justice and virtue!

What a crock.

It has been a long time since heroes could honestly be described like that. Heroes are celebrities. Pillars of strength, sure. Icons of safety, why not. Symbols of peace? With All Might ready to punch out anyone that steps out of line, absolutely. But the reality is even though they look like they're still everything they started as, they've fallen far. Television appearances, endorsement deals, merchandise, fame, money, power, women! In this society all these things gravitate towards heroes, to the best of the best.

Saiki wants that. Sure he'll punch out a bad guy now and again on the way. A job's a job. But the only important thing to him is the success, the admiration, the adulation! He had nearly put himself in an early grave pushing his quirk to its limits, building himself into a true superhuman in every way he could think of. All a means to an end to reach his goal!

To be the number one hero! To get everything that comes with that title!

And wouldn't you know it? The moment he finds out he's gotten into the top hero course in the country his ever so annoyingly chaste girlfriend gleefully lets him take her, even degrading herself for his sake. The proof sits right there in his phone. Not even going to UA yet and he gets a girl to put herself on display, smile on her face as she shows off her freshly deflowered pussy leaking a mixture of her virgin blood and his semen. What better evidence could he need? This is just the beginning! His origin story!

Chapter 2

Saiki feels content as he lays in bed with his hands behind his head. Finally it's his first day at UA, finally he begins his training at Japan's premier heroics course! He can't wait to get started! When he had woken, he found himself full of nervous energy.

"Ugluk! Ugluk! Ugluk!"

So he was happy to learn the thing that woke him up was his girlfriend Juri, come to work some of that nervous energy out of him with a morning blowjob. Man, he's glad he gave her a key to his apartment! Such a good girl!

Her mouth gives an exaggerated popping sound as she pulls off his cock, hand coming up to stroke him. "I can't believe All Might is gonna be your teacher Sai!" she squeals in excitement, a trail of spit still connected to his pole.

"Of course he is! If I'm gonna be the number one hero it only makes sense to get trained by the old one, right?" he asks as though it's obvious but he can't quite hide his own enthusiasm. "... Hey, can I have your ass next?"

She bites her lip, looking away. "Umm... I'm still not... And I have school so..."

"Oh, right, sorry!" he apologises, at least sounding sincere. "Even if you're just going to a regular school you should still give it your all, especially on your first day too!" he assures, again sincerely even while intentionally diminishing her.

She smiles weakly, once again sliding her lips over his cockhead. He almost fondly puts a hand on the back of her neck, stroking her cheek with his thumb and getting a smile from her at the intimate gesture. before pulling her down to deepthroat his cock. Despite how much practice she's had over the past few weeks, she still chokes fiercely when he does this but he holds her there regardless, watching her eyelashes flutter. He luxuriates in the feeling of her throat desperately constricting on his cock, shallowly thrusting up into her face for a few seconds. Only as her eyes start to roll up does he let her up for air.

Juri is just an ordinary girl. She wants to be part of something special even if she can't be special herself. That's fine with Saiki, as long as she learns her place in the relationship. If she keeps him happy, sure she can hear about all the amazing things he does. Hanging out with pro heroes, getting taught by All Might. All she has to do is make him happy. That's fair, isn't it?

As her breathing evens out, he pulls her down to get back to work.

Even if she's a slow learner when it comes to sucking dick, that's fine. He's happy to teach her. Even if she's reluctant to let him fuck her ass, that's fine. He'll just keep reminding her what their relationship is until she learns.

She wants to be linked to a celebrity, he wants a willing set of holes living two doors down from him. A classic quid-pro-quo arrangement, right?

He pulls out of her throat to finish in her mouth, watching her cheeks bulge with his seed before she starts to frantically swallow, having at least learned that lesson. He sighs in contentment as her tongue undulates over his cock head while he rides out his orgasm. Once again, his hand comes around to caress her face, flushed with exertion. "Good girl," he tells her lovingly.

She gives a tired smile, nuzzling into his hand.

-(-)-​

Saiki doesn't make a nuisance of himself when he first arrives in the classroom, instead simply taking a seat and inspecting his fellow classmates. And naturally, his attention falls first to the bespectacled boy who shares his hair colour and the loud, foul-mouthed girl the boy is trying to chastise. The boy seems refined and dignified, probably from money? Unfortunately he's probably too uptight for Saiki, he'd get on the more ruthless boy's last nerve.

The girl on the other hand, blonde, spiky hair, bright red eyes, isn't that the girl from that slime villain incident? She's not wearing the uniform tie and has her top shirt button open. She's arrogant, she's picking fights already and calling people 'extras' and 'side characters'. So she's a little dim when it comes to people and no one will be angry if he brings her to heel... Interesting.

Who else... A boy with a tail who doesn't so much scream boring as he does quietly mumble it and get ignored. Maybe befriending him would make Saiki look even more interesting by comparison? But could he put up with him? There's a boy with bird features trying to look cool and mysterious... Alright, dudes are boring, he decides, switching to inspecting the more feminine contingent of his class. And no, that doesn't include the guy speaking French.

The girl with the weird features, huge eyes, super prominent overbite... He'll pass. Then the pink girl... She seems fun? Maybe good for a quick fuck? Wait and see. The tired-looking girl with headphone jacks coming out of her ears? Neat quirk. She's seeming to take lessons on being a cool rebel from slime villain girl, putting her feet up on the desk like that girl has. Sadly, she realises a little too late that the blonde girl is wearing spats under her skirt so she can get away with it. Meanwhile, Earjacks just accidentally flashed her panties to half the class. White with an angry kitten face on them, very cute. And that kind of behaviour suggests a follower of a sort...

… Hello.

Saiki spies at least one girl in his class that he needs to pursue. Much like the the uptight boy, she has refinement, even now sitting straight in her chair with a polite, placid smile on her face. But she's also quiet about it, the kind of grace she doesn't need to announce to prove it like the boy does. That means moneyed. Upper class at least, if not higher. And her poise only enhances the appeal of her already stunning figure. She's one he fully intends to watch and get in the good graces of if he can manage it.

And finally there are the two that come in last. The brunette seems cute in that whole trying too hard kind of way, not really interesting. What is interesting is the other girl and not just because she has the biggest pair of tits Saiki has seen outside of porn. No, the interesting thing is that the argument slime villain girl and uptight boy are having stops dead as soon as they see her. Saiki doesn't know why it happens, but it seems those two know something he doesn't. Well, if she's the only one in their class that makes people shut up and take notice, then Saiki decides he has to do the same.

So. Slime villain girl. Posh girl. Mystery girl. Those are the ones he'll work on for now.

-(-)-​

Quirk apprehension test? What a strange way to start the school year. Then again, the teacher's explanation makes a lot of sense to Saiki.

Physical education was the only class he failed in his old school and through no fault of his own. For six years he had been building his capabilities both physical and mental. It gave him strength, speed and endurance well beyond human norms. When he had displayed his abilities, the instructor threw a fit, claiming he was cheating with his quirk. Even after he had proven what his quirk did, that his body would still be exactly as fit without the quirk as with it, the administration still agreed with the instructor. He was given a failing grade every year for 'cheating'.

It was more than a sore spot for him, to have all of his hard work rejected because it put him at an 'unfair advantage', as if he didn't have to work at all to get where he is now. So this test isn't a case of getting to let loose for him. It's a chance to compete at all.

And compete he does. Fifty meter dash in 4.32 seconds, grip strength of 147kg, the sandpit for the standing long jump makes him wonder why it was even there or why it wasn't longer with so many people clearing it completely. Again and again, in every event he clears the 'unassisted' world records easily and it feels oh so satisfying to just let loose. Even seeing others outdo him doesn't bother him at all. So that Iida guy can outrun him, of course he can! His quirk is based around running! The girl Bakugo can grenade jump further than he can jump? Good for her. Too cheerful girl can throw a ball for 'infinity'? Doesn't matter. They all have weak events. He doesn't. He might not absolutely dominate in anything but he excels in everything.

As he bears witness to the strangest part of the test, with the mystery girl Midoriya attempting the distance throw, some questions get answered but more are raised. First, his teacher is apparently some super low-key hero who can shut off quirks and has a magic cloth. Second, Midoriya and Bakugo know each other. Third, Midoriya didn't have (or appeared to not have) a quirk until recently. Fourth, Midoriya's quirk is some sort of self-destructive power boost, one capable of exceeding Bakugo's giant explosion in power, but at the cost of a broken finger.

Even for all of the questions those answers raise, it gives him an answer to his most important question. How to get an in with the girl everyone, even their perpetually disinterested homeroom teacher, is impressed by.

After getting changed out of his gym uniform, he quickly heads over to the nurse's office to check in on how Midoriya is doing only to catch her on her way out. "Hey, Midoriya right?" he greets sociably.

The large-chested girl with frizzy green hair looks at him like a deer staring at swiftly oncoming headlights. "Oh! H-Hi!" she squeaks in that same way she had when talking to Iida.

Is... Is she not good with boys? Oh, it's like she was gift-wrapped for him! "Hi, I'm Saiki Saisei–"

"I know!" she says with sudden passion before shrinking away as though she frightened herself. She's like a little rabbit! "I-I mean, I saw how you were at the top of the scoreboard. Though it's interesting that no one really noticed. You didn't really do anything that was super attention-grabbing or anything. Maybe just a basic physical enhancement quirk? But if that's the case–"

… Wow, she just went into her own little world didn't she, Saiki thinks as he watches the girl mutter to herself with a hand on her chin. "Uh, yeah, that's..." Still mumbling. "I wanted to–" Still mumbling. "HEY!" he barks, snapping her out of it, back to her deer in headlights look. "I figure since our quirks might be kind of similar we could talk. I'd like to help with yours if I can. I figured out mine late too and I know it's hell to catch up."

"You did? I mean I'm not sure our quirks are–"

"Come on, let's walk and talk," Saiki insists, already taking a steady walk towards the entrance, forcing the girl to follow him if she wants to keep the conversation going.

Which of course, she does. "You got your quirk late?"

"No, just no one figured it out until late," he clarifies a little. "It's not the most obvious quirk in the world. The only reason I figured it out was finding out what my parents' quirks were and sheer stubbornness."

"Were?"

"Orphan. Since I was a toddler."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with genuine sympathy. What a sweetheart!

He gives her an appreciative smile. "It was a long time ago. Anyway, their quirks were regeneration and temporary physical enhancement when he got injured. I figured it had to be one or the other so I did the obvious thing," he finished with a shrug.

"That's crazy!" she gasps with hands over her mouth. "You hurt yourself?!"

He gives her an amused look, "How's your finger?"

"U-Umm..."

"Anyway, I did heal quickly, or at least quicker than I should have so figured I had regeneration like my Mom. I figured if that was my quirk, I'd make the most of it with a crazy exercise regime. I'd recover quickly from it anyway, right? Be a super strong hero like that." He shrugs. "It turned out there's a little more to it than that. If I put stress on myself, my quirk will heal me from it and fix me up to be more capable next time."

"That doesn't sound anything like my quirk," the shy girl mutters.

"Maybe like an inverse kind of thing," Saiki explains his reasoning. "I have to pay up front to get a boost, you get the boost and pay after."

"Well, it makes sense that it could look like that," she admits, "But it's not really like that! It's just..." she slumps, the hand with the bandaged finger clenched in a fist, "It's too powerful for me. It only has backlash because my body can't take it at full power yet."

Huh. For a newly discovered quirk that's a lot to know about it. But she probably has knowledge based on where it came from like he did. Oh, wait! "I get it! So that's why you only revealed it recently! If you used it when you were little you'd have probably killed yourself!"

"Uhh... Sure!" she says, staring at him with unblinking wide eyes. "That's absolutely what it is!"

"Hmmm... So what are you going to do about it? You can't keep breaking your bones for every class."

"I know. I need to figure out how to lower the power until my body can handle full power!"

Saiki nods solemnly, knowing the only course available. "Guess that means you just have to practice."

"Huh?!" Midoriya squeaks, looking at him like he grew a second head.

"What?" Saiki asks, surprised by her reaction. "That's how I got so much out of my quirk. Probably everyone else in our class too. We didn't just start as good as we are now."

"But every time I use it I break my bones!"

"I put myself in the hospital eight times just from training growing up," Saiki counters, stopping the girl short. "No pain, no gain, right? You're not going to master your quirk by never using it. Besides, you broke your finger two hours ago and it's fine now, right? Man, healing quirks are great," he finishes, mostly to himself. He plans to get so much mileage out of his quirk now that he has one of the best healing quirks in the world effectively on call.

"I guess..." she mutters, flexing her finger experimentally, seeing the truth of what he was saying. If practicing injures her, she can get it fixed up. Practicing using her fingers, maybe? That's ten attempts to get it right for every visit to Recovery Girl.

"Come on," he insists, getting her moving again with a hand on her shoulder, making her jump. "I'll walk you to the train station."

"Uh, y-y-yeah! Thanks!"

He can almost feel the heat of her megawatt blush, feel her nervous vibrating through his hand on her shoulder. She'll be putty in his hands soon enough, he can tell.

Chapter 3

Best part of battle training? It's the first time the students get to wear their own hero costumes. The entire class had been giddy at the idea and All Might letting them do a badass hero walk out to the training arenas was just icing on the cake! It's quite the ego boost for everyone involved. Even for those with fairly simple costumes, being part of a crowd as eye-catching as they were made them feel like heroes.

Saiki was no exception. He hadn't gone with anything too extravagant in his costume design, He didn't really know what might benefit him most at the outset and the requisition form suggested sticking with things that would benefit quirks directly. He didn't know what that would be either, so he stuck with the basics. It had to be flexible, it had to be durable, and preferably lightweight. The design company had come through on all fronts, having a standard material they use for brawler-style heroes who like to get up close and personal. It's apparently a mass-producible version of what All Might wears, though All Might's hero costumes were produced by Shield Industries using proprietary technology.

Saiki's suit fits a lot of the classic hero aesthetics. Full body skin-tight suit in royal blue with metallic grey boots, gloves and belt for decoration. Running up the arms and legs are a pattern of green up-arrows, as well as one large arrow stamped on the chest. The suit runs right up and over his neck, leaving only his head uncovered.

"Hero team... WIIIIIIIIIIIINS!"

Saiki frowns as he watches the results of the first match through the viewscreens of the control room. The match was... dramatic, that he knew for certain. Izuku Midoriya is heavily injured once again while her team is declared victorious. Meanwhile, Katsumi Bakugo stands completely uninjured and utterly flabbergasted at her defeat.

And the reason for the result was the other half of the battle that barely anyone was paying attention to.

"Unreal..." one of the students mutters as they wait for All Might to return and declare the next match. Finally, the herculean hero returns with three quarters of the match participants, Izuku once again being carted off to Recovery Girl.

The post-match debriefing is mostly spent praising Iida while denigrating those in the furious battle for ignoring the real objective, and Uraraka for not treating the scenario seriously.

Saiki keeps an eye on Katsumi as the next battle progresses. Though she tries to hide it, she's as awed as everyone else when the match takes only a minute, Shoto Todoroki freezing the villain team, the objective and the entire building in seconds. He would take more amusement at the beating the arrogant girl's pride is taking but he feels the blow to his own pride at the same time. All the work he had done to improve himself, how was he supposed to stand up to that?

Well, increase his cold resistance some more would be a start. He sighs as he realises he'll need to start taking ice baths again.

"Villain team C!" All Might announces as part of the next match. Saiki's team, alongside the rich girl in the wonderfully scandalous hero costume. "And they'll be facing... Hero Team G!"

"YES!" the boy with electric yellow hair cheers, his teammate the girl with headphone jacks on her ears settling for a pleased smirk. "You're going down, top scorers! It's gekokujo time, baby!"

"Gekokujo? So we're the villains in power?" Saiki asks, clasping his hands behind his back. "Then I suppose as the overlord it is down to me and my dark mistress of evil to crush you foolish heroes beneath our heels!"

"Hoho! I'm glad to see my students getting into the spirit of the exercise!" All Might bellows. "Heroes, villains! Follow me to the hideout!"

The world's greatest hero has the hero team wait outside the plain-looking office building while he leads the villain team directly to their objective, once again a fairly stereotypical bomb prop. The moment he leaves he informs them their prep time has already begun.

Yaoyorozu doesn't bother taking the time to explain her quirk, already getting started on pulling fortifications for the bomb room out of herself. "I couldn't quite figure it out, what does your quirk do, Saisei?"

"Call me Saiki," he says, hands in his pockets as he watches Momo work. "It'll be hard to explain the mechanics in the time we have. Basically, I can make myself better at things over time. So I have super strength, speed, agility, endurance, I'm pretty resistant to just about everything."

"That's quite the list!" she admits, looking impressed. She doesn't seem to even notice how she's distracting him by reaching into her cleavage to pull out materials. "It would be best then, to have you out patrolling for them I believe."

"Probably," he shrugs.

Momo pulls out the last strut for blocking the doorway, only to sag with a sigh. "I feel like we're doing this wrong."

"Really?" Saiki asks, not seeing the problem. "I go beat up the heroes, and if I can't, you stop them from getting in here. Seems fine to me."

"Well yes, that's all fine! But I feel like we need to get into the role more! You know, get into character like you did before, like Iida did!" She clears her throat and strikes a pose, thrusting out her chest proudly, raising a hand to her mouth. "Ohohoho!" she suddenly laughs in a painfully fake manner, "With my fortifications, those foolish heroes shall never breach our... Uhh... Our sacred detonation bunker!"

"... Our what?"

"Come on, Saiki!" she pleads, "Play along!"

He really doesn't want to play along with that. "Uhh, yeah, let's do evil I guess."

"You can do better than that! Come on, like before!"

… Well, if she wants him to be a villain... His chin rises, looking down his nose at her. "Yes, my dark mistress," he purrs, hands clasped behind his back once again as he approaches his partner in villainy, "Once I have put down those foolish heroes once and for all, we shall rule for eternity together!"

His arms come around her waist, Momo letting out an "Oh!" of surprise as he dips her, their lips barely an inch away from touching.

"When I return, I want you ready and waiting for me," his hand slips down over a hip to her belt, "wearing only this." Suddenly, he smiles with a cruel edge to it. "Perhaps I'll even bring the girl back with me for us to play with together? Would you like that?"

Momo, flushed so red she's surprised her face hasn't caught fire, can only respond with a strangled "Ah?"

Raising her back up and twirling her away as if in a dance, he releases her hand and strides through the open door. It takes a moment before he starts hearing the clang of Momo building a barricade behind him.

"Young Saisei, you know I heard all of that, right?" All Might's voice crackles in his ear. "And everyone saw it?"

"So? Just part of the exercise," Saiki responds but isn't able to hide his smirk.

The blue-haired boy takes a quick survey of the building layout since he still has a little time. It's a lot more cramped than it would seem according to the floor-plan. The biggest problem would be catching the heroes before they can reach Yaoyorozu. Every floor has two stairways up except the first floor to the second and the fourth floor to the fifth. But it's already been proven the first floor can be skipped entirely and the objective is on the fourth floor so that's no help to him. However... There's a clear line of sight on the third floor between the two staircases. All he has to do is keep himself concealed on that path and catch them on their way up!

About ten minutes later, Jirou and Kaminari ascend to the third floor, cautiously peeking around a corner, the electric quirk user pulls back, giving his partner a thumbs up as they scurry back down to the second floor.

"So he's watching the stairs," Jirou correctly surmises, "and we know Yaoyorozu is on the floor above."

"Should we split up? He can't chase both of us!" Kaminari suggests.

"You saw him in the quirk tests, I think he can. Not to mention whatever his 'dark mistress' did to secure the bomb room."

"So what? We can't take him on!"

"Sure we can!" Jirou counters, "You said you're like a human stun-gun, that you fried the robots in the entrance exam! All you have to do is touch him!"

"... You think?" Denki asks, starting to like the idea of felling one of the class' titans so early in the school year.

"Gekokujo, right?" Jirou asks with a dry smile.

The electric quirk user swallows, but nods firmly. "Right!"

-(-)-

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"Oh?" Saiki says aloud as he drops from his hiding place on the ceiling of clinging to a light fixture. The reason? Denki Kaminari was ignoring the stairs entirely and walking in his direction. "You're approaching me? Instead of running away you're coming right to me?"

Denki has to hold in a laugh. Certainly playing up the villain routine. And quoting one of the greats, even! "I can't beat the shit out of you without coming closer." Not strictly true but he can't help continuing the bit.

"Then by all means, get as close as you like!" Saiki offers, opening his arms wide in a welcoming gesture before settling in a rough fighting stance.

Kaminari steps forward. Again. Again.

Saiki's smile turns eager.

"Heartbeat–"

Kaminari dives into another passage and out of sight!

"–Stereo!"

"W–Gyahhhhh!!!" Before Saiki can even question, his world is consumed with absurd, deafening noise! He clutches at his head to cover his ears hoping to escape the pain but it's no use!

"Now, Kaminari!"

"GEKOKUJOOOOOOO!!!" comes Kaminari's battle cry as he dives on the unknowing, unhearing Saiki and lighting him up like a christmas tree, dumping electricity into his unresisting body!

"Ghhh!" Saiki grunts, pushing through the pain to slam Denki in the chest with both arms, shoving him away with enough force to make the electric boy feel like he's coughing up a lung! "Ghhh!" he groans out as he forces. His feet. To turn. Around.

And face Jirou. "Ohhh, crap," the punk girl utters on seeing her opponent will himself towards her. She's run out of options. If she runs, he'll chase her down. If she stays, he'll reach her. The best she can do is hope Kaminari can tag him again before he gets to her, not knowing Kaminari can't even stand, let alone help her. She cringes as he gets close to arm's reach away from her and she takes a step back towards the stairs.

Not even the slightest bit willing to allow that, Saiki lunges for her and uses his superior strength to turn her around, giving him a respite from the wave of sound coming from the speakers in her costume. As he feels the relief of the sound giving out, he collapses atop her, fumbling for the capture tape and wrapping it around her arms. "Thank you," he tells her, strain audible in his voice. "Sound. Never thought of that one so I'm not resistant to it. I'd love to train with you sometime, fix that weakness." With that said, he gets up from on top of her, stumbling his way back to Kaminari and doing the same to him too, shrugging off the electric attack the boy attempts as a last stand.

"Villain team WIIIIIN! No, young Yaoyorozu! Costume stays on! The exercise is over!"

-(-)-

​

"So, MVP of this match, any guesses?"

Momo being the one to answer in the previous matches doesn't know how the match played out. So instead, Kirishima takes a stab. "Saisei did a pretty good job taking on both heroes at once!"

"Yes, he defeated both of them. However, his overconfidence in allowing them to attack him as they pleased caused him quite a bit of pain that could have been avoided!"

Saiki was stunned. But he still won!

"On top of that, his chosen strategy might have worked out, but it still allowed the enemy more options to deal with him! Stopping on the third floor when there were two routes past him means the hero team could have split up, one of them distracting him while the other attacks their sanctum! There was nothing to stop him from obstructing or destroying one of the staircases in the time it took the hero team to arrive. Instead he waited, and handed the hero team the initiative."

But he stopped them anyway! And even if he hadn't, Momo had it covered!

"No, I believe the MVP of this match has to be Young Jirou!"

"Yeah!" Kaminari cheers, "Gekoku–"

"We can stop saying that now," Jirou interrupts, cutting him down.

"Acting as the tactician of their team, she correctly pinpointed the enemies' locations, scouted them out for confirmation and came up with a suitable plan for dealing with the enemy they were presented with. Had Kaminari considered the capture tape in his ambush, it very well might have worked! Credit must also be given to Young Yaoyorozu for her diligent fortifications but unfortunately she didn't participate in the match enough to be considered MVP."

"Shoot! And we did so well in getting into character too!" Momo complains, apparently still in character as she has her arm wrapped around Saiki's waist as she is pressed into his side.

Not that it comforts Saiki any.

… Well maybe a little.

"Let's draw our next match participants!"

-(-)-

​

"Hey Creeper."

Saiki's lips purse as he hears someone get called a creeper as he's walking out of school. That's rude. Glancing behind him to see who it is and who they're talking about, he finds Katsumi Bakugo glaring at him. "You're talking to me?"

"Fight me."

"... Excuse me?"

"I said fight me you creepy bastard!" she growls as she takes two stomping steps forward.

Well. Her pride has taken a beating today if she's that desperate to prove herself. While his common sense tells him he should decline... Saiki's pride hadn't exactly gotten off scot-free either. Discovering a weakness he never considered, single-handedly winning the match and getting no credit for it. He could use a reason to feel like he's on top again too. And as that phrase runs through his mind, he knows exactly how to do it. "Alright."

"You're damn right! Now come at me!"

"No," he denies quickly, "Not here. Right outside of school? Do you want to be suspended? Let's find somewhere private. Out of the way."

Teeth grinding, barely containing her anger, she follows him to the best place he can think of that they won't be bothered. There's a pretty significant bit of woodland area outside of UA. Not really used for anything to his knowledge, maybe survival exercises or something? In any case, it isn't in use now and that's the important part. "Okay then."

"Finally!" she grins menacingly, explosions bursting in her upturned hands.

"Ah-ah-ah!" he wags his finger as his other hand unfastens his tie, blazer and shirt. He can't afford to replace them just for something like this. "What are the stakes?"

"What the hell are you talking about, stakes?! It's a fight to see who's better!"

"In that case I wasted your time bringing you out here," he shrugs, both to express his disinterest and take off his shirt. "One demand. Winner gets to demand one thing from the loser."

"Whatever, I don't care about that crap, just fight me!" she yells, throwing her hands back to blast herself toward him!

As she nears him with literal explosive force, he quicksteps to the side to avoid her charge, not making any move to counter. "Shall I take that as a yes?"

"Fine! Just–!" she swings around and launches a hand towards his face–

He grabs her by the wrist. "Wonderful." His smile is the one she named him for, that smile he showed in the battle trial, the one that says he just got exactly what he wanted.

Katsumi doesn't intend to let him relish in it, her other hand coming from beneath to blast him in the solar plexus. And she does.

And he lets her.

It stings, it burns, and it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. Like someone strong punched him in the stomach. He braces before he lets the pain show on his face, or his self-flagellation over letting someone hit him assuming he can take it again.

"That stings," is all he says, concealing the other effects as he still holds her wrist.

"What the hell–!"

"Heat, blunt force. The usual causes of injury from explosions."

Another explosion from her right hand goes off right in front of his face!

… To no visible effect. "And light. Thank you. Forgot about that one. My quirk allowed me to develop a resistance to all of them." With superhuman strength, he puts his other arm to her abdomen and flips her over, slamming her into the dirt! "I'll have to thank Izuku for that one."

"Don't–!" she interrupts herself with a cough as she gets to her feet, "Don't you bring up that damn nerd right now! You're fighting me! Take this seriously!"

Saiki starts weaving to dodge her furious barrage of blasts, all aimed at what should be debilitating weak points that he's deliberately trained out of himself. "Take you seriously. I've known you all of two days and all I've seen you do is scream, talk shit, and get put down for your own arrogance and temper." As a swing goes wide, he takes the opportunity to drive a knee into her abdomen. "Take you seriously. I'll take you seriously when you take you seriousl–" Saiki's mouth is suddenly slammed shut by an explosive uppercut.

With enough sweat built up, Bakugou had used an explosion at her elbow to drive her fist forward. "About time you shut up!" she grins fiercely at finally doing some noticeable damage, only to get picked up by her shoulder and crotch and tossed at a tree.

"Ah," Saiki grunts as he works his jaw, trying to settle the ache in it. "And I bit my tongue too!" Turning around, he regards the fallen girl struggling to get her hands under her. "Huh. Your left hand is shaking."

"Fuck you!"

"You're not immune to your own explosions are you?"

"Fuck off and die!"

"No wait," he corrects himself with sudden realisation, "Your right hand is dominant. But that punch was with your left... That's why you don't use that move more often isn't it? Why you didn't use it until you got desperate. You take the full force of the punch in your forearm from both directions."

"Shut up shut up SHUT UP!"

His brow furrows at her continued attempts to fight. She's standing but one hand clearly isn't in it anymore. He's actually a little concerned now. It's no fun if she destroys herself. He decides to make one more attempt to talk her down but after that... "Are you just going to break your arms pointlessly? Like Izuku?"

It's a miscalculation. He doesn't know the pair of them well enough. That Katsumi Bakugo doesn't back down, that she won't tolerate anyone comparing her to 'Deku'.

And so, once again he sways out of the way of her now one-handed assault. Her tenacity isn't impressive anymore. Now it's just sad. "What's your plan for when that arm gives out?" he asks, leaping back to get away from the last large explosive slap she brings his way. While before she had kept up with him using her explosions to propel her, now she can't manage that feat. Not with only one arm. And as she continues trying to catch him with blasts he's proven he isn't bothered by, he notices her 'good' arm starting to twitch. His eyes narrow. "You're not recovered from the battle training, are you?"

"Fuck you, you aren't either!" she barks at him, trying to swing at him again.

He halts her arm before it can get close. As she tries to push in and kick him he catches the leg too. Good flexibility, he notes, and surprisingly soft skin. "I am. My quirk is basically regeneration and improvement. Not only can I hear again, I can hear better than ever." He takes in her panting and shaking form. "You, meanwhile, are tired, not thinking clearly and still dealing with the earlier fight on top of the damage you got in this one. So," with how he has her limbs trapped it's easy to pick her up despite her struggles and slam her not too forcefully into a tree, "Do you give up yet?"

BOOM!

The smoke clears, Saiki's left ear rings from the noise but despite a momentary flinch, he doesn't show any reaction, still holding her against the tree. "How about now?"

Her teeth grit so hard they might break. She can't deny it any longer. She felt like she was being outclassed left and right by the other students. She wanted to prove herself, prove she still deserves to stand at the top! So she picked a fight and fought stupid, in her own head the whole time. He even played on it, bringing up that fucking Deku!

"I lost... And to a fucking creep like you..." she grinds out.

Saiki rolls his eyes. "It's almost like people in the top hero program in the country are strong or something."

"Fine. Now fuckin' let me go!" she demands, right arm and left leg struggling in his grip. He lets go of her arm but as she tries to push past him his hand slams into the tree over her shoulder, pinning her against it with his larger body. "The fuck are you doing, creeper?"

He smiles down at her in that way she hates as he pushes even further into her personal space. "Getting my prize, what does it look like?"

"Your prize?" she asks, only to realise, the stupid bet he wouldn't shut up about. "Oh whatever, get the fuck out of my way, creeper."

"Huh, really?" he asks with a raised eyebrow and that damn smile. "You struck me as such a proud girl. I guess not if you'll just welch like that. Or did I break your pride that much?"

"Eat shit and die, creeper!" she snaps as a knee-jerk reaction to someone looking down on her... "What do you want."

His face gets close enough to hers she can feel the warmth of his breath but she barely notices it compared to the feel of his hand groping her chest. "Your virginity."

"FUCK YOU!" she shouts trying to shove him away to no avail. "Is this how a pathetic piece of shit like you gets girls? Has to beat 'em up first?!"

He grins at her, pulling back a bit. "Is that what happened here? Did I beat you up?"

"Tch!"

"Do you want to be the number one hero?"

"What the fuck does that have to do with this?!"

"Because it drives you. I like that. I like that passion. It reminds me of me, if in an angrier sort of way. So I want to take something from you. Something you can never get back. A loss that will drive you all the more, to push you to greater heights." His hand moves from her breast down under her skirt to slide his fingers over her covered mound. "If you want to, you can just say no," he comments lightly, drawing lazy circles over her pussy. "It just means you're the kind of coward who runs away from the consequences of her actions, that's all."

She hates him. That's what she realises in that moment. She hates his stupid fucking ponytail. That ugly smile. The condescension. They way even now he's taking liberties with her body as if he already knows she'll agree.

She hates that he's right.

He vastly overestimates how much she values something as stupid as her virginity. Like what, is she supposed to save herself for marriage or some dumb shit like that? Stay pure so she can land a good husband as if that fucking matters? But... Even if it's something she doesn't value, even if it doesn't matter half as much as the creeper thinks it does, he's still taking something from her. He still beat her. He's still looking down on her. And if she lets this happen... Well he's right about that too. She won't rest until she can kill him with her own hands!

She channels all of the hate that she feels into her eyes as she fixes him with a glare. "Next time... I'll win." It's a promise she intends to keep.

"Well then," he answers with glee as his hands come together to unbutton her jacket and school blouse, "I'll look forward to next time too." As he pulls open her shirt to reveal her sports bra he's surprised she makes no move to look away or cover herself, just continuing to glare at him. The fire in her eyes only makes him harder, makes him want her all the more. He pulls up her bra and firmly gropes and squeezes her tits. They aren't big, more of a size to fit comfortably in his hands as he massages them, thumbs rolling over her nipples in a way that makes her breath quicken. She can fight the feelings he's causing all she likes but she'll end up enjoying this. He's had plenty of practice and for him, practice makes better than perfect.

One hand slides down her strong, well-defined abs to the hem of her skirt, then up and under it, starting to peel down her spats with the one hand before the other comes to help. He leans towards her–

"Don't you fucking kiss me," she growls with deadly intent.

Fair enough. Maybe he'll make that his prize for next time. Saiki admits to himself that maybe he let his own desire for gratification get the better of him here. But it might just be worth it when he gets a look at her pussy for the first time. "It's beautiful!" he exclaims.

"Shut up..."

"It's so slim and tight, and such a lovely shade of pink!"

"Shut up!"

"I can't believe you're clean shaven–!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FUCK ME, CREEPER!" She doesn't appreciate how he laughs at her while he unfastens his pants. "What's so fuckin' funny?"

"Oh, nothing," he says as his chuckles die down and he rubs his painfully erect cock over her moist slit. "It's just so gratifying when a girl begs for it."

"WHO THE FUCK WOULD– Nnnnnnmph!" She hadn't been prepared for it. In the middle of trying to chew him out for his bullshit comment he had shoved his cock inside her! It caught her so off guard the moan escaped before she could bite down on it!

"Here's the thing," Saiki says conversationally as he starts fucking her at a pace he would call lazy, "My quirk makes me better at things I stress myself doing. And since I got accepted to UA?" His pace picks up, getting more vigorous, starting to really work at stirring up her insides as he rails her against the tree. "Let's just say my dick has been thoroughly stress tested over the past three months." He leans in over her shoulder. "I'm going to make you cum, Katsumi. Over and over. I'm going to make you cum so hard it won't matter how much you hate me, you'll want to come back for more."

"Hmn, hmn, hmn!" Katsumi bites down on her lips in a vain attempt to silence her moans and gasps but as his arms hook under her legs, holding her up to thrust even deeper, she loses the battle. "Hah! Hah! You fuck! You fuck! I fucking– Ahhhhh!" She feels her insides clench, her muscles spasm across her body as it lights up with bliss from head to toe! It doesn't stop! Even as the waves of pleasure ebb his cock strikes a certain spot and her body lights up all over again!

"Maybe next time I'll take your first kiss?" he continues to whisper as he speeds up again, his balls slapping against her with the force of his thrusts. "Or maybe I'll have you suck me off, how about that? Have your first intimate act using those pretty lips be wrapping them around my cock? Don't worry, I'll still fuck you again after. Have to take care of your needs too. You'll be my needy little fuckpet! Won't that be nice?"

"I fu– Fu–..." She can't even string enough words together to curse him out anymore as her cunt gushes and squeezes around him again. At the same time Saiki can't help but wonder if those fluids are explosive too, not that he's dumb enough to ask the question out loud.

"That's what will happen. Unless you win next time, of course. After all, Katsumi Bakugo is strong, isn't she? No matter how good it feels she'd never lose to some creeper's cock would she?"

"Nuh... Nu-hnnn!" Stop, she whines in her own head! Stop making me cum!

"She'll win next time and she'll never have to think about his cock ever again, or how right it felt to have his cum flood her womb!"

A yelp of panic exploded in Katsumi's brain! "No, don't–!" she tried to say but her limp and lolling tongue only formed a whimpering gurgle.

"Here it comes!" he grunts, driving as deep as he can in her cunt with shallow thrusts, hot bursts of fluid jetting out to stain her insides with his seed. It takes a good twenty seconds for his balls to stop clenching, for his climax to run its course. Stress. An orgasm counts, who knew? By the time it's over Katsumi's inner thighs have partially been painted white and her spats hanging between her legs have caught some too. Pulling his cock free, he has a fun thought. Holding her up by the shoulder he pulls out his phone and takes another glamour shot. Leaning her against the tree he does the gentlemanly thing and fixes her clothes up, pulling up her spats, pulling down her bra and buttoning her shirt even as she slumps down to sit against the tree, her legs gone completely numb. "Isn't this nice, Katsumi? You can wear me home!"

Looking at the sky as he gets dressed he sees the sun has gotten pretty low. Juri is probably wondering where he is. "Well, that was fun. I look forward to round 2." He turns, waving without looking back as he walks away. "See you tomorrow Katsumi!"

Katsumi Bakugo, twice defeated, fucked into a puddle of her own fluids and his can only sit there and wait for the feeling to come back into her legs.

Next time. Next time she'll win. And then she'll make him pay!