Gamma Training Field was completely empty when Ren arrived. He was thirty minutes early, exactly as planned.
Strategic planning, he thought as he walked toward the center of the gym. This is what separates the successful perverts from the amateurs.
The gym was massive. The ceilings rose at least fifteen meters high, with reinforced walls capable of withstanding Pro-level Quirks and enough open space for someone like Nejire to fly without worrying about crashing.
Unlike me, who ended up eating bricks the last time I tried it.
Ren found a spot against the back wall. He sat down, crossed his arms behind his head, and leaned back. The floor was cold against his back, but he didn't care; if he was going to wait, he might as well do it comfortably.
He closed his eyes and let his telepathic perception expand slightly—just enough to detect if anyone was approaching. The gym was dead silent. No surface thoughts nearby. Just him and the ambient hum of the building's ventilation system.
I'm definitely a genius, he reflected. Getting here early gives me time to recover from yesterday's training.
Time passed, and Ren felt his body gradually relax. The muscle soreness faded to a tolerable level. His breathing became deeper and more regular. Then, he felt a subtle shift in the air pressure. Someone had entered the gym.
Ren kept his eyes closed and his posture relaxed. His telepathic perception picked up a female presence. The surface thoughts were bright and curious, bouncing from one idea to another with an energy that could only belong to one person.
Nejire.
The footsteps drew closer and closer. Then they stopped abruptly about three meters away.
Trying to surprise me? Ren thought with amusement.
There was a pause. Then the footsteps resumed, slower now, until they stopped directly in front of him. Ren felt movement; someone was crouching down. A soft breeze touched his face. The scent of fruit shampoo began to reach his nose.
Definitely Nejire.
He decided it was time to open his eyes. The first thing he registered was the color of her pupils: it was a midpoint between dark and light blue, too complex to capture with a single word. Nejire's face was inches from his.
Shit, his brain helpfully supplied.
Up close, she was beautiful—devastatingly beautiful. Her features were delicate without being fragile: a small, perfectly proportioned nose, high cheekbones, and skin so soft it looked unreal. Her eyes studied him with open curiosity, without a trace of embarrassment regarding the proximity.
Ren's hand moved before his brain could process the action, reaching out gently to touch her cheek. The texture was an immediate revelation.
How is this even possible?
His fingers slid across her skin with almost no resistance. It was an incredibly comfortable softness. He traced the curve of her cheekbone, feeling the heat beneath the surface. He continued down to her jaw, where his thumb found the edge of her chin.
Is this real? Or did I hit my head during training and now I'm hallucinating?
His hand continued to move of its own volition. His thumb brushed her lower lip. The texture changed: still soft, but fleshier. The natural pink color stood out against her pale skin in a supremely pretty way.
Ren was completely lost in the sensation. His fingers traced back to her cheek. Nejire's cheeks tinted pink.
"Ehm," her voice said, curious but also slightly embarrassed. "What are you doing?"
Reality snapped back into focus as Ren blinked. He was sitting on the floor of Gamma Training Field. Nejire Hado was crouching in front of him. His hand was caressing her face like some kind of serial stalker.
Oh no.
He pulled his hand away quickly. "Uh."
"That was intense," Nejire said, tilting her head. The blush on her cheeks deepened, but her expression remained more curious than offended. "Were you meditating or something?"
Ren started to push himself up on his elbows. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"No, no, it's my fault!" Nejire interrupted, waving both hands in front of her. "I wanted to surprise you because I thought it would be fun, but then you looked so relaxed that I hesitated! And then you just started touching my face and I didn't know what to do, so I stayed still because I thought maybe it was some kind of meditation or visualization technique that heroes with telekinesis use, but then you kept touching me and I realized it probably wasn't that and..."
She took a deep breath.
"Sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous."
Ren sat up completely, scratching the back of his head out of nervous habit.
"What are you doing?" Nejire asked.
He stopped mid-scratch. "What?"
"You're scratching your head, but you don't have any hair to scratch." Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's funny."
Ren couldn't help but laugh. "Good point. I guess old habits die hard."
"Did you have hair before?"
"In another life, maybe."
Nejire giggled. "I like you, Hayashi-kun. You're interesting."
"Interesting-good or interesting-worrying?"
"Definitely good! Boring people never do anything unexpected. They only talk about the weather and homework and how tired they are. You touched my face without warning. That's way more memorable!"
She stood up and offered him a hand. "Come on, let's start training. I'm excited to see what you can do!"
Ren took her hand. Her grip was stronger than he expected. Hero training left marks on people in ways that weren't always visible.
"So," Nejire said, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. "You want to learn to fly with your telekinesis, right?"
"That's the goal. I tried once and ended up crashing into a brick wall."
"Really?" Nejire laughed again. "That must've hurt!"
"It hurt a lot. Definitely wasn't my finest moment."
"Well, I can help with that! My Quirk isn't the same as yours, but I think the fundamentals are similar." She tapped her temple with a finger. "Flying is all about mental strength and concentration. You have to be completely focused on where you want to go and how you want to get there. Any distraction breaks the flow and you fall."
"So it's more about mental discipline than power?"
"Exactly!" Nejire walked toward the center of the gym. "A lot of people think flight Quirks are just about generating enough force to lift yourself. But that's only part of it. You also need to maintain constant awareness of your position in space, your trajectory, the wind, the temperature... anything that can affect your movement."
She stopped in the exact center of the open space. "Watch this."
She activated her Quirk. Spiral waves of yellow energy formed around her body. Then she rose off the ground effortlessly, soaring about two meters into the air. She hovered there, completely stable.
"See? It looks easy, but I'm actually doing several things at once. I'm generating the lift force, adjusting to air resistance, compensating for my body weight distribution, and watching my surroundings in case I need to dodge something."
Ren watched carefully. The spiral energy moved in consistent patterns around her.
"And you do all that automatically now?"
"Yup! But it took a lot of practice. At first, I kept tilting to one side or spinning randomly." She floated down and landed gracefully. "It was so embarrassing in hero class. Once I ended up flying headfirst into the ceiling."
"Did you get hurt?"
"Only my pride! Though Mirio didn't stop laughing for a week." Her expression brightened. "Your turn! Try to lift yourself just a few inches off the ground. Just focus on the basics first."
Ren took his position in the center of the gym. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Telekinesis was about moving things with his mind; the principle of applying it to his own body should be the same.
He visualized the necessary force. Just enough to overcome gravity. Just enough to—
"You're thinking too much," Nejire's voice came from nearby.
Ren opened his eyes slightly. Nejire had moved closer and was demonstrating a posture. She was standing with her legs slightly apart, knees bent, and arms raised to shoulder height.
"Like this! Center your balance and let the energy flow through you naturally. Don't force it."
Ren tried to focus on her instructions. He really tried. But his eyes kept drifting downward.
Dammit.
Nejire's hero suit was designed for mobility and aerial combat. That meant it was skin-tight. The material hugged every curve of her body without any slack that could interfere with movement. And from this angle, with her legs slightly apart and her body leaning forward to demonstrate the correct form, Ren had an excellent view of her rear.
Those are definitely world-class, his brain observed. Absolutely outstanding in their category.
Her thighs were toned from constant training. They weren't bulky or overly muscular; the definition was visible even through the suit material. They led up to a backside that was round and firm, currently stretching the fabric in a tantalizing way.
Focus, you bald idiot! he ordered himself. Stop staring at your upperclassman's ass during a training session!
But his brain wasn't cooperating. But maybe just a little bit wouldn't hurt? Just to check the full situation. For research purposes...
Ren sighed internally. This is for the greater good.
He activated his X-ray vision and the suit disappeared.
Nejire's feet appeared first. Surprisingly delicate for someone who spent so much time flying and fighting. The toes were perfectly proportioned; the nails, neat and short.
Pretty, Ren thought, genuinely surprised. And I don't even like feet.
His gaze traveled upward. The curve of her calves was smooth but defined. Her ankles were slender. The transition to her thighs revealed more muscle definition without sacrificing femininity.
Come on, just a little more...
The sacred area was revealed.
Oh.
Ren forgot how to breathe. Is this... the ultimate intimate zone?
It was the prettiest he'd ever seen, and he'd abused his powers enough to have a decent sample size for comparison. The outer contours were soft and delicate. The color was a pale pink that darkened gradually toward the center. A light patch of blue hair covered the area just above; the color was lighter than her hair, almost sky blue. The texture looked incredibly soft.
I didn't know that part could look so... pretty, Ren thought, genuinely awestruck.
The inner folds were barely visible from this angle, just a darker pink line suggesting depth. Everything was perfectly proportioned.
This is art, his brain decided.
He continued his visual exploration upward. Her stomach was toned without being excessively muscular—soft lines instead of hard abs. Her breasts were the perfect size for her build.
But here was the interesting part: her nipples were a pale pink. The areolas blended almost seamlessly with the soft, white skin of her chest. And instead of sticking out, they were inverted. Both formed small, keyhole-like depressions right at the peak of her breasts.
That's adorable, Ren realized. A girl so extroverted and curious, yet her nipples are shy.
For the first time in a long while, since he'd started using his powers for perverted purposes, Ren felt an overwhelming arousal.
Oh no. Little Ren, hide! he shouted mentally at his crotch. This is not the time or the place!
But "Little Ren" apparently had other ideas. Pressure built in his pants as blood redistributed to places where it definitely shouldn't go during a professional training session.
Ren swallowed hard.
Damn it. At this rate, Nejire's going to notice something. Think of something unsexy. Quick. Mineta being chased by a hungry crocodile. Aizawa without caffeine for a week. All Might in a swimsuit.
The mental image helped a little. The pressure decreased by a fraction.
"Hayashi-kun?" Nejire's curious voice cut through his thoughts.
The problem that had been retreating immediately reversed course at the sound of her voice. Ren looked up just as Nejire stepped closer to check on him. The shift in her position caused her legs to spread a bit wider.
Ren's eyes locked onto the enhanced view. From this new angle, he could see more: the inner folds were fully visible now. The deep pink of the center contrasted perfectly with the light pink of the exterior.
Definitely beautiful, his brain supplied without permission. This is a masterpiece.
The pressure in his pants returned with a vengeance. Ren quickly squatted down to hide the very obvious bulge now pressing against the fabric.
"Are you okay?" Nejire asked, tilting her head. "Does your stomach hurt?"
"I'm fine," Ren managed to say. His voice came out a bit strained.
Turn off the X-ray vision, he ordered himself. Turn it off now before this gets completely out of hand.
He tried to deactivate his power. But Nejire's proximity, combined with his state of arousal, was interfering with his concentration. Instead of just turning off his vision, his telepathy glitched and accidentally connected with Nejire's mind, causing her confusion.
The spiral energy waves she was maintaining for balance cut off abruptly.
"What—?!" Nejire's eyes went wide.
She had been maintaining a small amount of lift for perfect balance during the demonstration. With that support suddenly gone, gravity reasserted itself immediately. She started to fall.
Ren's brain processed the situation in slow motion.
Nejire falling toward me. My arousal still very much present. My X-ray vision still active showing everything. This is about to become a complete disaster.
He threw out his telekinesis to cushion the fall. The invisible force caught her in mid-air and slowed her descent significantly. But the sudden weight, combined with the awkward angle, caused Ren to lose his footing. He didn't want to risk letting go of her completely and having her hit the floor, so he reached out his arms to catch her.
Like in those Korean romantic dramas, he thought desperately. The hero catches the girl and everything is romantic and—
His plan failed miserably.
Even with the telekinetic cushioning slowing her down, Nejire's momentum was too much. Instead of catching her with cinematic grace, Ren found himself falling backward with her full weight landing on top of him. His back hit the floor hard as the air was knocked out of his lungs.
And then he registered the pressure.
"Nghhhh!!!"
The feminine moan filled the gym. Ren's eyes snapped wide open; absolute shock erased every other thought. Nejire's hands gripped his shirt tightly. She bit her lower lip so hard it turned white. Her face was bright red, and her eyes were squeezed shut.
Ren, still recovering from the impact and the lack of air, began to feel a sharp, intense pain radiating from his crotch. He shifted slightly to try to relieve the pressure and looked down between their bodies. Then he understood.
Oh. Wrong hole and scrambled eggs.
His member, still embarrassingly erect, had lined up exactly with Nejire's rear when she fell. The pressure of her full weight, combined with the angle of impact, meant his erection had made extremely intimate contact with Nejire's backside.
Through clothing, fortunately.
But the position was unmistakable. The tip of his erection was pressing directly against Nejire's back entrance through the layers of fabric, and his testicles were caught at an angle that perfectly explained the intense pain.
Am I the hero or the villain in this situation? Ren wondered distantly.
The gym started to spin. The pain, combined with the sheer embarrassment and the surrealness of what had just happened, exceeded his ability to process reality.
Death by Snu Snu again, his brain supplied as his vision darkened at the edges. Honestly, what a way to go.
The gym ceiling faded away, and everything went black.
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Author's Note: Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed the chapter! As you can see from that shot of Nejire's backside... yeah. Can we get a moment of silence for poor Ren? I don't think anyone expected his 'mighty Excalibur' to end up in such an embarrassing situation.
As for whether something like this could happen in real life—it actually can, but trust me, it's never as steamy or satisfying as I make it look lol.
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