Thursday morning arrived with the subtle announcement of muscle pain.
Ren rolled out of bed and immediately felt his shoulders protest. His lower back joined the complaint. Even his calves had opinions about yesterday's training session.
Mental note, he thought while stretching his arms over his head. Using telekinesis to cheat at physical training doesn't exempt you from the real consequences of moving for several hours.
He headed to the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. Nothing visible, of course. No bruises or marks to indicate he'd orchestrated an elaborate seduction plan disguised as group combat training yesterday. Just the usual bald head and an unremarkable face.
Perfect camouflage for a reincarnated pervert telepath, he thought with grim satisfaction.
The shower helped ease some of the pain. Hot water had a way of making physical discomfort feel manageable. While standing under the spray, his mind drifted to yesterday's events. Specifically, toward Momo.
That was weird, right? All of that was weird.
He'd expected retaliation. Maybe an awkward conversation. Possibly even accusations. What he didn't expect was Momo's complete acceptance of the "equipment malfunction" narrative. She'd rationalized the whole incident as a series of unfortunate accidents.
But that wasn't the weird part.
The weird part was her reaction during the fall. Ren played back the memory with perfect clarity. When Momo landed on him, with her chest in his mouth and her crotch pressed against his knee, she didn't try to get up immediately. In fact, she'd pressed down more. Her hips had moved with unmistakable intent.
I didn't mentally push her to do that, Ren thought, frowning at the shower tiles. I've been very careful not to directly influence her sexual responses since the Mina incident. So why did she...?
There were two possibilities. Either Momo was naturally more sexually receptive than he'd initially assessed, or his previous subtle actions had created a cumulative effect that was now manifesting as heightened sensitivity.
Or, a small voice whispered in his mind, she's actually attracted to you and her body responded honestly to the physical stimulation.
Ren dismissed that thought immediately. That path led to dangerous assumptions and potential miscalculations. He finished showering and dressed in his uniform. The routine helped give him stability.
Speaking of chaos, he thought while grabbing his backpack, today it's my turn to train with Nejire Hado.
Anticipation hit him immediately. Nejire, the third year member of the "Big Three," with her cheerful personality and the kind of figure that made men walk into walls. He'd managed to secure one on one training time with her under the excuse of wanting to improve his combat techniques.
All the karma from my previous life has led to this moment, he reflected with satisfaction. Being a reincarnated pervert in a world full of attractive female superheroes.
The commute to UA was uneventful. Morning sunlight, pedestrians busy with their business: the usual urban backdrop of modern Japan. Ren used the time to plan his approach for the session with Nejire. He'd have to be subtle. She was intelligent and observant despite her bubbly exterior. Better to play it cool and let natural opportunities arise.
Natural opportunities that I'll create with telekinesis, he corrected. But they'll look natural.
The UA main building came into view. Students were entering through the gates in groups. Ren spotted some of his classmates ahead and picked up his pace to catch them.
"Hayashi-kun!" Hagakure's voice rang out before he saw her. Well, before he saw her uniform. "Good morning! Did you recover from yesterday? My muscles still hurt a lot!"
"Good morning, Hagakure-san. Yeah, I'm feeling it too."
"But isn't it great? That post training pain that tells you you actually accomplished something?" She was bouncing slightly as she walked. "I think we should make this a regular thing. What do you say?"
"Sure. Works for me."
"Excellent! I'll coordinate it with Yaoyorozu-san. She's really good at organizing these things." Hagakure paused. "Though she seemed a little strange yesterday after her bra broke. Do you think she was embarrassed?"
If you only knew, Ren thought.
"Equipment failures happen. I'm sure she's fine."
"You're probably right. Yaoyorozu-san is always so composed about everything. Nothing really rattles her."
Except orgasms in the middle of group training sessions, Ren didn't say.
They approached the main entrance where an unusual crowd had gathered. Students from various classes were clustered near the door, creating a bottleneck.
"What's going on?" Hagakure asked, standing on her tiptoes to see over the crowd.
Ren extended his awareness telepathically, picking up surface thoughts from the gathered students: "...blocking the entrance...", "...General Studies student...", "...wants to challenge 1-A...".
Oh, Ren realized. It's that scene.
He pushed through the crowd with Hagakure following him until he reached his seat. Sure enough, standing in front of the Class 1-A entrance was a purple haired student with a clear expression of sleep deprivation. His posture radiated casual defiance.
"So you're the famous Class 1-A," the purple haired student said. His voice had a bored arrogance. "The ones who survived a villain attack. I'm here to tell you that just because you had some bad luck doesn't make you special. In fact, I'm going to..."
He stopped mid sentence.
The crowd began to shift as a murmur went through the students. Ren had felt this strange change in the atmosphere too. Then he caught it: a sweet, exotic scent with undertones that made his stomach flip and his taste buds activate involuntarily.
Wait, what?
The other students were reacting too. Midnight walked through the crowd with confidence. She was wearing a custom black executive skirt that hugged her curves, especially her rear, and ended right at her knees. The matching jacket fit her perfectly and, underneath it, a crisp white blouse strained slightly against her chest. Her hair was styled professionally; her makeup was subtle yet effective.
She looked like a sexy office worker straight out of a businessman's fantasy.
Damn, Ren thought despite himself.
Bakugo, who'd been making his typical "I don't care about any of this" exit, found himself directly in Midnight's path. For a moment, the explosive boy actually stumbled, forced to step aside to let her pass.
"Excuse me, Bakugo-kun," Midnight said with a smile.
Bakugo's face went through several colors before settling on an aggressive scowl. He grunted and kept walking, but Ren noticed the slight flush on his neck. The purple haired student stood frozen, his defiance completely forgotten.
Midnight continued toward the classroom; her heels clicked against the floor. Every eye in the hallway followed her movement. She walked with deliberate sensuality, her hips swaying in a way that seemed both natural and calculated.
Then she stopped at Ren's desk. The entire class went silent.
"Hayashi-kun," Midnight said, leaning in slightly. The position gave everyone behind her an excellent view of how the skirt tightened across her backside. "I need to reschedule our Friday appointment for today. Thursday afternoon. Is that okay with you?"
Ren's brain took a moment to process the question because he was actively trying not to look at her bulging chest, which was now level with his eyes.
Friday appointment? What Friday appointment? Then it clicked: the private tutoring session. Ah. That Friday appointment.
"Uh..." Ren managed to say. "Yeah. Today works."
"Wonderful!" Midnight straightened up, looking pleased. "Find me in the usual spot after your last class. We'll have plenty of time for our time together."
She turned around and walked out of the room, leaving a trail of stunned silence and the lingering scent of her perfume. The silence lasted for about three seconds.
"WHAT?!" Mineta's voice cracked from the force of his outburst. "How?! How does the bald guy have a date with Midnight?! This is impossible! It violates the natural order of the universe!"
"It's not a date," Ren said automatically. "It's tutoring."
"Tutoring?! Nobody believes that! She just said 'time together' while looking like THAT!" Mineta grabbed Ren's shoulders and shook him. "What's your secret?! What arcane knowledge do you possess?!"
"Let go of me."
"Not until you explain how you, of all people, managed to charm one of Japan's sexiest pro heroes!"
Kirishima leaned toward Bakugo, who'd decided to return to his desk with his usual scowl firmly in place.
"Dude," Kirishima said, "scoring a teacher while you're still in class? That's super manly."
Bakugo's eye twitched. "Shut up, Shitty Hair."
But something in Bakugo's expression shifted. A flash of memory of Mitsuki inviting Ren to dinner several times; the casual way Ren interacted with his mother as if they were friends. Bakugo shook his head violently, as if physically dislodging an unwanted thought. Then he stood up and stormed out of the room with an aggressive grunt.
"Bakugo-kun, class hasn't even started yet!" Iida yelled after him.
"I need air!" Bakugo screamed back.
Ren sat at his desk, trying to process what had just happened while Mineta continued his interrogation and the rest of the class erupted into speculation. Then reality set in.
Wait a second. I have training with Nejire this afternoon. And now I also have my tutoring with Midnight.
Ren's mind raced through his schedule. The last class ended at 3:30 PM. He was meeting Nejire at 4:00 PM at Training Ground Gamma for their combat practice session. That would probably last until 5:30 or 6:00 PM if it went well. And Midnight wanted him "after the last class."
I'm double booked, Ren realized with growing horror. I've never been double booked before. I've never had TWO attractive women wanting my time on the same day.
This was both a dream scenario and a nightmare.
Okay, think, he told himself. Time management. I can work with this.
If he could keep the Nejire session to exactly ninety minutes, he could be done by 5:30 PM. Then he'd need about ten minutes to get to Midnight. That would put him there by 5:40 PM at the latest. Midnight hadn't specified an exact time, just "after class." Technically, 5:40 PM was still after class.
This could work, he thought. It has to work because I'm not giving up either of these opportunities.
"Hayashi-kun, you're not listening to me!" Hagakure's voice broke through his planning. Apparently she'd been talking to him while he went into a spiral of schedule calculations.
"Sorry, what?"
"I asked if you're really going to have a tutoring session with Midnight-sensei or if it's something else."
"It's tutoring," Ren said firmly. "Quirk development stuff."
"Sure," Hagakure said in a tone that suggested she didn't believe him at all. "Private quirk development."
"Exactly."
"Hayashi-kun, I'm not judging. I'm just saying that if you somehow managed to charm one of our teachers, that's actually really impressive in a weird way."
"I didn't charm anyone. She offered to help me with my mental resistance training."
"Mental resistance?" Ochako had joined the conversation. "Why would you need that?"
Because I'm secretly a telepath and I need a cover story for asking Midnight about the effects of her Somnambulist quirk on consciousness; that and because telekinesis involves mental strain.
"General self improvement," he said instead. "You never know when you might face an opponent with mind type abilities."
"That's actually pretty smart," Ochako admitted. "Thinking ahead about potential weaknesses."
Aizawa chose that moment to enter the room, looking even more exhausted than usual. "Sit down and shut up. We have a lot to cover today."
The class settled into their seats. Ren tried to focus on the lesson, but his mind kept wandering back to the scheduling conflict. Nejire at 4:00 PM. Midnight at 5:40 PM. Ninety minutes with Nejire, then ten minutes of travel time, then however long my patrol time with Midnight lasts.
He'd need to handle Nejire carefully. That meant no long conversations.
Which is a shame, he thought, because talking to Nejire is half the fun.
But he could handle this. He'd handled more complex situations before.
I can do it, he told himself. I'm a reincarnated pervert with mind powers. Surely I can manage two separate dates in one afternoon without everything falling apart.
What could go wrong? he thought.
*****
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