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Chapter 12 : Contemplation of cutie pettability.

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"I AM HERE! Coming through the door, like a normal person!" a voice suddenly booms out as the bell rings to signal the beginning of our afternoon double period of Hero Basic Training and the door slams open -way harder than it looks to do that with those sliding doors the Japanese are fond of-.

I smother a laugh by biting the inside of my cheeks while the vast majority of the 1-A students' jaws drop in amazement as All-Might -Yagi Toshinori for very, very few people- makes his -rather goofy- entrance, and I immediately take the occasion to take a direct look at Japan's First Ranked Hero in the flesh.

And the guy is fuck-huge, built like a brick-shithouse, his muscles rippling with each motions through his I-swear-it's-not-spandex skin tight uniform, his signature smile going strong on his face and radiating a kind of 'You're safe now' energy that leaves me legitimately impressed.

Granted, it is noticeably less impressive once you know that it is only a facade, and even worse for me once I'm done flickering through my myriad of possible visions with my optics and get an uncensored account of how fucked up his body is.

No wonder the guy is depicted coughing out blood each minutes in the source material, because I'm legitimately convinced the sole thing keeping him going at this point is sheer, unrelenting resolve to succeed at his goals and his extremely strained Atlas Factor barely managing to keep him alive, despite the fact that he'd definitely need a gastric pouch if he was on my old earth and apparently managed without until now, somehow.

As the whole class explodes in enthusiasm at the idea of being taught by THE Hero, I tilt my head in thoughts, the beginning of an idea making its way in my mind.

"Ya don't look surprised." Kyoka offhandedly comments while side-eyeing me, wrenching me out of my fugue, while Toshinori tries -emphasis on the try part- to calm the class so as to begin to explain what we're supposed to do this afternoon.

"Ara, because I'm not, ne?" I answer with a coy smile, "I may or may not have pestered Grumpy-san to know if he was going to be our teacher for Hero Basic, which may or may have not made him laugh and told me that I was going to be 'someone's else headache', which forced me to take drastic measures, and so I decided to annoy him to death until he finally cracked and told me, ne?"

Which is exactly what happened, it took me a few days -Aizawa is a tough and tenacious nut to crack- but I eventually succeeded.

I smile innocently as I finish my explanation while Kyoka gives me a deadpan stare.

"Ya absolute menace." she drawls.

"Ara, thank you, I, like, so try, ne?" I bat my eyelashes at her through my sunglasses, prompting her to snort before shaking her head.

"Why didn't ya say anything, though?" the dark-purple haired girl asked puzzledly.

"Ara, because he asked me not to?" I answer 'confusedly', my 'ditzy gyaru look' number 5 proving its worth once again, "So, I wasn't going to spoil the fun, ne?"

That, plus the fact that I didn't want to butterfly canon by giving an early heads up to the shriveled penis that his blonde murican-expy of a nemesis was taking a teacher's position at UA.

"Color me surprised : ya actually listened to Teach' for something." Kyoka sasses me while mock-gasping, her jacks going slack in 'astonishment'.

I pout at her.

"Ara, I'm not that bad, ne?!"

"Look at yaself in a mirror, girl."

"I so don't see it, ne?!"

"That's ya sunglasses : they must be too dark for you to properly see through."

"Argh, I can't even, ne?!" I end up conceding her point, my arms going akimbo in mock-exaggeration.

Kyoka and I trade another look, and we giggle at our silliness, while in the background All Might finally manages to wrangle the class.

"-for this class, we'll be building up your hero foundation through various trials!" Toshinori booms out once more, prompting me to give him back my attention.

"For today, let's jump right into it with…" the hero pauses, building up tension, before giving us a grand gesture, "The 'Heroes vs Villains' Battle!"

Gotta admit, the guy is good at theatrics.

"But first!" All-Might booms once more as the whole class goes positively ape-shit, "You'll need to don the heroes' true regalia, which we had you send in requests for to match with your quirks! I'm, of course, speaking of…" the towering blond trails once more as he makes a sharp gesture toward the wall, which opens at the dramatic reveal, letting out mechanical hisses as rows of numbered cases get revealed, "Your costumes!"

Immediately, everyone starts to clamber in the closest examples of disorder I've ever seen in a Japanese school, which actually speaks volumes of the level of excitement of my fellow students, bar one, who's standing ram-rod straight, his hand raised in question as he directs a sharp "Sensei?" at All-Might.

"Yes, Tenya-shounen?" the hero asks.

"It appears one case is missing, All-Might-sensei," Ida starts, his right hand robotically going up and down, "There's only nineteen of them, but we students number twenty."

I perk up at that and interject before Toshinori can fumble an answer, since he appears to be caught off guard by Ida's no-nonsense tone.

"Ara, Ida-kun, that's, like, tots because of me, ne?" I answer his query in All-Might's stead, poking my tongue out and tapping my knuckles against my temple cutely, "See, UA asked us what our quirks did to create our costumes, but I, like, so wanted to do mine myself that I just did that after asking Nezu-san if I could, ne?"

"Do you have it with you, Ban-shoujo?" the blond hero directs his attention at me and I almost low-key balk at the weight of his gaze.

Gosh, the guy is intense.

"Ara, I do, ne?" I answer with a beaming smile, "And before you ask : I'm aware that I'm only supposed to use it either with a provisional license, during an eventual internship under a qualified pro-hero or in case of a dire emergency. Aizawa-sensei and Nezu-san were quite clear -and thorough- about that, ne?"

Yagi Toshinori stares at me for a bit longer, his gaze serious, searching for something, before his permanently fixed smile turns a notch more genuine and he gives a honest nod.

"Very well, Ban-shoujo." the blond hero turns himself toward Ida, "Was there anything else, Tenya-shounen?"

"No, All-Might-sensei!" Ida replies energetically, before bowing formally.

"If there's no more questions?" the hero asks, quickly panning his eyes around the class, before nodding to himself as nobody raises their hands, "Then get to your changing rooms before meeting me at Ground B in ten minutes!"

All-Might then dashes away, probably aiming to take a little breather in those ten minutes, leaving us to scramble out of the classroom in haste, everyone cradling their cases in their hands like Gollum fawning over the Ring.

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I was distantly aware that the girls were chattering about how awesome it was to have the top of the top heroes to teach us Hero Basic and how lucky we were.

Key word : distantly.

Very, very distantly.

Because, let's be honest, Toru's costume -or rather, extreme lack off- was making it very difficult for me to focus on everything else than the nude girl currently streaking me in the room.

I remember telling myself that the girl was hot, and that I would definitely manage to woo her or die trying.

I'm taking that back.

Because she's actually Very-Cutie-Hottie and I currently really, really want to see if it's possible to fuse my pouty lips with her puffy ones as she keeps absentmindedly doing stretches -for no reasons that I can think of beyond nervousness- right at the edge of my field of view.

Blatantly put, it is a god damn torture on my self control.

With every motions, her sizable, perky breasts topped with bright pink nipples -absolutely kneadable- merrily jiggle, her bubbly butt -extra-spankable- ripples a little when she jumps or move suddenly, her squishy tummy -so kissable- flexes, drawing my eyes toward her belly-button and the smooth expanse of flesh lacking any definition -so yummy-, and, ending the picture of a youthful and delightfully sinful body, her light-green little bush and its gold-and-pink streaks, the very same shade as her hair, looks so pettable right now, it is fucking killing me not to do just that before enthusiastically exploring her folds with my tongue.

I could just walk up to her, look straight into her eyes after wrenching off my sunglasses as I tackle her against the wall, before abusing my [Lures] to get my way with her and scratch the itch she's giving me.

I won't -for a number of reasons, chief among them the fact that I want her to come to me first-, but I certainly could, and she's tempting me a lot.

No matter, the girl better hope we won't be facing each other today before she has time to actually get herself a proper DNA-locked costume or something, or I'm liable to get handsy with her, real, real quick.

Now, I could expose her to the rest of the girls right this moment by carelessly saying aloud 'by the way, I can see you', but the poor girl would probably becomes a gibbering mess if I pulled this shit while she's already naked, so I'm going to wait the end of the exercise before pulling her to the side and have a one-to-one talk with her.

I may be a bit of a shameless slut, but that doesn't mean I can't respect others' privacy.

Plus, that'd mean I'm going to have free eye-candy -yummy, yummy eye-candy- for the next two hours, so, you know, everybody wins!

At least I do!

"-bi-chan?" a hand -Kyoka's, my brain helpfully provides me- finds itself and my shoulder and jerks me out of my contemplation of cutie pettability.

"Ara, yes, ne?" I 'perk up'.

Panning my look around, I see that everyone else actually finished up changing and, considering that I'm still in my undies, I'm a bit late to the party.

The girls are all in their first season costumes, from what I can see from my cursory glance, and I'm actually surprised because Ochako's skin tight I-swear-I'm-not-a-Thirteen-fangirl's hero-suit really suits her, and the girl definitely has some beautiful curves.

It kinds of makes me want to seduce her.

She'd be so fun to bully in the sheets, I can tell.

Kyoka has her punk-rock black blazer and pants combo, except that, dayum, those pants kinda look painted on her ass and I want to take a nibble, real, real quick, Momo's actually way more functional than it looks when you take into account how her quirks function, even if she'd probably benefits more from a DNA-locked pseudo-armored suits than what she's currently wearing, Tsuyu looks like she's two accessories removed from going scuba diving, which, fair, and Mina…

Mina's costume is actually kinda lame, now that I really see it for real. Don't get me wrong, it hugs her -deceptively fit- body quite nicely, but, come on, why not go for extra protection when, for now, you will only use your quirk through your hands and feets?

"Ya're getting ready one day, or?" Kyoka interrupts my musing once again, prompting me to giggle.

"Ara, sorry, ne?" I apologize as I finish to unclasp my bras -electric blue with little lightning bolts today, really comfy-, prompting the class' tomboy to take a really sharp intake of breath before looking elsewhere, "I was looking at your costumes, they're, like, tots amazing, ne?"

My answer earns me a chorus of bashful 'thank you's' while I take a moment to straighten the string of my g-string.

Now, I normally don't really like wearing those, I'm absolutely a tanga girl truth to be told, but it's kind of needed with my costume, so I'll deal.

It's either that, or going commando.

With my girls free and the minuscule piece of fabrics pretending to be my panties straightened, I relax my arms before sending the mental prompt needed to my [Pocket Space], and, barely a second and a flash of light later, I'm ready as I'll ever be.

"Woah!"/"Impressive, kero."/"Ya made it yaself?!"/"En, it's, like, so beautiful!"/"...Beautiful."/"You're quite the tailor, Ban-san." Ochako's sharp intake of breath, Tsuyu slightly awed tone, Kyoka's boggling, Mina's genuine praise, Toru's slightly breathless tone and Momo's honest -and calculative, I'm betting she's asking herself if she could pass a commission right about now- comments makes me preen a little.

I did sink a no small amount of hours into my 'Combat Dress' design, after all.

I do a happy little twirl on my heels, letting the bottom of my deep black and golden seams plunging v-neck backless dress flare in the motion through the qipao-inspired long straight cuts at my sides, showing hints of my long, dark legs.

I giggle, giving a wink to my audience while putting a finger on my lips.

"Ara, and you've seen nothing yet, ne?" I brag a little, letting my arms relax once more.

Now, I may have crammed the last stretches of their designs during my commute from my apartment to UA this morning, but I've finished the G-Arms Mk.14 this morning, which means I had the time to produce both the civilian- and military-grade designs.

Another mental prompt, and, two seconds later, something in reality seems to fold, my arms becoming blurry and glitchy to mortal's eyes, before they settle back.

From an outsider's perspective, bar the obvious cybernetics golden seams and fingernail, nothing much has changed and my arms just appear to fit my general heroic theme.

Inside, it is actually another story : top-notch actuators, titanium-wapometal alloy inner plating, pseudo-wapokevlar mesh under the synth-skin, optic fibers nerves cluster, carbon fiber myo-synthetic muscles, gold-plated inner cabling, and, of course, bullshit integrated palm-lazer with enough oomph to send a Leman Russ sky-high with one shot.

Or so I'd like to think anyway.

I flex my fingers into the routine error-checks program I've designed, humming in satisfaction as everything is in the green, before giving a little punch at a quarter of the maximal theoric output.

I flex, strike the air in front of me -and not with the girls behind- and my punch displaces enough air to make a little 'woof!' sound.

"Ara, purr-fect, ne?" I smile a little too-widely, happy with my new 'toys'.

"Alright, stop." Kyoka interjects, her right-hand palm raised in the universal 'hold the fuck on' motion, before pointing at me with said hand, "What the fuck was that?"

"Ara, that?" I ask, while reproducing the blurry-and-glitchy rendering with my right leg, the civilian grade Twin Leg-Jets Mk.8 -streamlining the design of those ending up being way easier than the arms- leaving its place for the military grade, with the same obvious golden cybernetics seams and integrated two-inches open toes heels.

I know, quite ironic that the military model has integrated heels of all things, but my power relies on me being the most desirable piece of ass since Lillith, so I literally have to.

Plus, the whole leg's balance is designed to take those into account where [Athletic-] and [Martial Talent] aren't enough, so I'm actually quite comfortable wearing those and still as deadly as without them, and it gives me an absolute killer sway.

"Yeah, that!" the purple-haired girl answer while gesturing alternatively between my leg and arms while I begin the process to change my left one -changing both at the same time is messy, unless I'm in the air or don't care to crater the ground I'm standing on-, "And where the fuck did the dress come?"

"Ara, it's kind of the same answer, ne?" I answer, now properly back on my feets, my diagnostic programs giving me the all green once more, "Do you remember when Grumpy-san said I could 'iterate on my design', ne?"

At the girls' silent nods, I carry on.

"Well, it all happens in some sort of hammerspace that only I can access, where a very large amount of smart-matter is stocked, that I can 'play with' at will to better myself and hotswap my parts like I just did. It also doubles as a very convenient way to stock sensitive or important items, like my costume was." I explain easily, one of my hand lazily resting on my coked hips while the other gesture idly, "Don't ask me how it works exactly because I, like, tots don't understand, but it is part of the whole 'hello, I'm the most advanced -and hottest- cyborg you'll ever met' package, ne?"

"Ano," Toru timidly interjects, and I have to resist the urge to stare as something jiggle topside as she shifts on her feets, "Doesn't that mean that you can use it to heal yourself too?"

I blink.

"Ara, it does, actually," I answer while giving her a little smile, which makes her blush, which makes me moist, but I'm zen like the buddha and can resists any kind of temptations -boldest lies were never said-, "Two seconds, and I'm good to go, ne?"

"That's…" Momo starts, trailing as she gets a very pensive look -probably running some calculations in her head, "Extremely impressive, actually, Ban-san."

"Ara, it is," I agree with a nod, "Nezu-san is still looking for those responsible," -and wasting his time-, "But he said that it was borderline clark-tech, ne?"

"En, clark-tech?" Mina asks, frowning cutely.

"A technology so advanced, it borders on magic, kero." Tsuyu machinaly answers, a finger on her lips and her head tilted.

As one, we look at her in askance.

"My little brother is kind of a nerd, kero." she explains placidly, prompting us all to chuckle.

"I believe we should go," Momo politely interrupts us, amusingly reminding me why she'll end up Vice Class Representative if canon follows its course, considering the ease and calm with which she just took charge, "While we still have a few minutes to make the walk between the changing rooms and Ground B."

With a chorus of ascents, given with various degrees of energy, the 1-A girls and I started to make our way toward our first Hero Basic period in truth.

[AN : Stare.

As I said in the disclaimer, the canon timeline runs as fast as Sonic the Hedgehog, if he also took some cocaine and was doping himself at the same time, so we're now at the beginning of the HvsV battle.

Poor Hebi-chan wasn't ready for the glory of Toru the shameless streaker, and got sort of caught off guard, but, since it's literally the first time they all don their hero gear, she couldn't prevent the issue.

She'll have to clench her thighs really, really hard during the whole thing due to that, fufufu~.

Hebi-chan's costume ends up being something that naturally emphasizes her appeal, because the Mero-Mero no Mi relies on it, and she's literally tougher than anything else on the personnel protection market, so, operation 'beautiful dress for beautiful girl' is a go.

We talk about augments too! Even if those are basically the same set-up she had during the entrance exam, except they are now slimmer and fundamentally indistinguishable from her 'normal' arms and legs.

Hope you enjoy, xoxo.]