Special Training: Quirk Awakening (Rtenzo)

UA High - After Hours

You always hated how everyone around you seemed to figure out their quirk by now—how their powers manifested in glorious bursts of potential. You were 20, in your final year at UA, and still… nothing. Not a spark, not a flicker.

Aizawa had told you not to worry, that it happens to some late bloomers. But that didn’t stop the whispers. You were strong, determined, and sharp in battle studies—but your quirk remained a blank slate.

So when your last class ended, you decided to stay late and walk the halls to clear your head. That’s when they crossed your path.

Midnight—draped in her skin-tight, dominatrix-style hero outfit—was leaning casually against a wall outside the faculty room, smirking like she already knew what you were thinking.

Mt. Lady—taller than life and striking in her purple and white costume—stepped out behind her, a bag slung over her shoulder, catching sight of you.

“Well, look who’s still hanging around school after hours” Mt. Lady purred, stepping closer. Her eyes sparkled with something more than casual curiosity.

“You’re the one with the mystery quirk, aren’t you?” Midnight added, tilting her head. “Still hasn’t awakened… how tragic.”

You blinked, heart beating a little faster. “Yeah… not yet.”

Mt. Lady’s hand slid along your shoulder. “You know… sometimes quirks need the right kind of stimulation.”

Midnight’s laugh was low and sultry. “He’s a student, Yu—”

“He’s 20” Mt. Lady shot back with a playful grin. “Perfectly old enough for… special hero training.”

Midnight circled around behind you now, her perfume thick and intoxicating. “He could use a little one-on-one mentoring. Or maybe… one-on-two.”

You swallowed hard as the two pro heroes sized you up like a prize they both wanted. Their teasing was deliberate, their bodies brushing too close, their eyes gleaming with challenge.

Mt. Lady leaned in, whispering hotly in your ear. “Let’s see which one of us can make your quirk burst out first.”

Midnight purred, lips near your other ear. “Winner gets to keep him for extra lessons.”

And with that, they each took a hand—dragging you into one of the empty training rooms, the door locking behind you.

Inside, the room felt hotter. Maybe it was their presence. Maybe it was your heart racing. Maybe… your quirk was reacting already.

Their touches turned from teasing to assertive. Mt. Lady pushed you onto a padded mat, straddling your lap, her curves pressing down as she smirked. “Let’s see what you’re hiding, big guy.”

Midnight wasn’t far behind, kneeling beside you, her hand brushing your chest as she whispered. “Just relax… let us draw it out of you.”

You weren’t sure what was going to erupt first—your quirk… or something else entirely.