My Hero Academia: All the beauties are mine

The morning sun cast a golden glow over U.A. High School as the students of Class 1-B gathered in their classroom, buzzing with curiosity about the new transfer student. It wasn't every day that someone new joined U.A., and rumors were already swirling about his mysterious background.

"Do you think he's some kind of prodigy?" one student whispered.

"Or maybe he caused trouble at his last school," another replied, grinning.

Itsuka Kendo, the class representative, stood at the front, arms crossed. "Come on, guys. Let's not jump to conclusions. Let's just see who he is."

Before anyone could respond, the door slid open, and Aizawa-sensei walked in with his usual exhausted expression. Trailing behind him was the new student—a tall boy with dark hair, sharp features, and an easy confidence in his stride.

"This is Kaito Takahashi," Aizawa said flatly. "He'll be joining Class 1-B starting today. Treat him like you would any other classmate."

Kaito stepped forward, giving the class a polite nod. His black uniform was immaculate, and his calm, measured gaze swept across the room, taking in every face.

"Hey," he said simply. "I'm Kaito. Looking forward to working with all of you."

"Nice to meet you!" Kendo said, smiling warmly, though she noticed his reserved demeanor.

"What's your quirk?" someone asked from the back of the room, a hint of challenge in their tone.

Kaito's expression didn't waver. "*Force Wave,*" he replied smoothly. "It lets me generate concussive blasts from my hands. Pretty good for offense and defense."

The room filled with murmurs of approval.

"Sounds awesome!" one boy said.

"Yeah, finally someone with a straightforward quirk," another added.

Kaito chuckled faintly, but inside, he was relieved. He knew this lie would protect him—for now. The truth about his real quirk, *Touch of Pleasure,* was something he couldn't risk sharing. If anyone found out that he could manipulate emotions and loyalty through physical touch, it wouldn't just end his dream of becoming a hero—it could ruin his life.

Later That Day – Quirk Assessment Training

The class gathered in U.A.'s training arena, eager to see their new classmate in action. Vlad King stood at the sidelines, his booming voice echoing across the field.

"All right, Takahashi," he called. "Let's see what this 'Force Wave' of yours can do."

Kaito stepped forward, feeling the weight of every gaze on him. He extended a hand toward a set of training dummies arranged in a line, focusing his mind.

Using a small device hidden in his palm—a gadget he'd purchased using his savings—he activated a controlled burst of compressed air. The resulting shockwave blasted the dummies backward, drawing gasps from the class.

"Whoa!"

"Pretty cool!"

Kaito kept his face neutral, even though his heart raced. The device was only a temporary solution, but it would hold up for now.

Vlad King nodded approvingly. "Decent control. Looks like you know how to use it effectively. We'll need to test your endurance in future sessions."

Kaito nodded. "Understood, sir."

As the other students took their turns demonstrating their quirks, Kaito stood quietly at the back, observing. He made mental notes about each classmate, analyzing their abilities and personalities.

After Class Kendo approached him as they left the training arena.

"You did great out there," she said, offering a friendly smile. "Force Wave looks really useful in combat. You must've worked hard to master it."

Kaito shrugged modestly. "It has its limitations, but I make do."

Kendo tilted her head, studying him for a moment. "You're pretty reserved, huh? Most people would've bragged a little."

"I'm not here to show off," Kaito replied. "I'm here to learn."

Kendo's smile widened. "Fair enough. Let me know if you need help settling in. Class 1-B sticks together."

"Thanks," Kaito said, his voice sincere.

Later That Night

Alone in his dorm room, Kaito sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands. The weight of his deception pressed heavily on his chest. He hadn't used *Touch of Pleasure* all day, but the temptation was always there, lurking at the edge of his mind.

He clenched his fists. "I have time" he muttered to himself. "I have time to make all the girls to feel the true power of quirk.

Unbeknownst to Kaito, someone was already watching. From the shadows, a pair of eyes gleamed with interest.

"So that's the new transfer student," the figure murmured. "What's he hiding?"