"You know," she began, "yesterday at the USJ was incredible."
Ren raised an eyebrow. "Incredible? We almost got killed."
"No, no, I don't an that," Ochako waved her hands in front of her energetically. "I an the way we all acted in such a coordinated way. It was like we were a real team, you know? You leading, everyone following the plan, using our Quirks together to attack that horrible creature."
Her brown eyes sparkled with excitent. Ren could see her cheeks flushing slightly as she rembered the battle.
"It was too exciting for my heart," she continued, placing a hand over her chest. "Feeling like I could be useful, that my Quirk was good for sothing more than just making small objects float. But..."
Her expression softened a bit.
"It is definitely a scene I wouldn't want to repeat," she admitted with a nervous laugh. "I almost had a heart attack when it all happened."
Ren took advantage of the mont.
"Ochako," he said, in a more serious tone than usual. "About that... I want to apologize."
She blinked in confusion. "Apologize? Why?"
"For touching your chest," Ren blurted out directly. There was no point in beating around the bush. "It was an accident, but it was still inappropriate of ."
Ochako's face turned instant red. Her hands began to wave frantically in front of her.
"You don't have to apologize!" she exclaid in a high pitched voice. "I completely understand it was because of the situation! We were in the middle of a battle! There were villains everywhere! You were saving my life!"
Ren noticed how she began to stutter, her words tripping over each other.
"Besides, I appreciate your concern," Ochako continued, her index fingers pressing together nervously. "I really do. It wasn't anything weird or perverted. Well, maybe a little bit, but in a good way. No, wait, that sounded wrong. I an that it didn't bother because I understand it wasn't intentional. Although my bre-breasts are a bit sensitive and when you touched them I felt a kind of..."
She stopped abruptly, realizing what she was saying.
Just then, the classroom door opened.
Inko entered the room with a kind smile on her face. Her green hair was tied back in a low ponytail. Her green eyes scanned the scene: Ochako completely red with her hands over her mouth, and Ren sitting there with a neutral expression.
Inko raised an eyebrow, her eyes rolling with evident amusent.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat. "Maybe I should co back another ti."
"NO!" Ochako practically jumped out of her seat. "Nothing was happening! It's just a misunderstanding! We weren't talking about my breasts! Well, yes we were, but not in that way. Ren was just apologizing for accidentally touching them during the battle yesterday. It wasn't anything sexual! Well, maybe a little, but..."
She realized she was making things worse with every word.
Inko let out a cheerful laugh. "I was just teasing, Uraraka-san. Relax."
She walked toward them with calm steps. She stopped in front of Ren's desk and offered him a sincere smile.
"Good morning, Ren," she greeted brightly. "I wanted to thank you personally."
Ren blinked in surprise. "Thank ?"
"Of course," Inko nodded enthusiastically. "I really admire the work you did at the USJ. Coordinating the use of the girls' Quirks to attack that strange creature... Mina told everything."
"I must admit you were incredible too," Ren replied honestly. "Wiping out twenty villains single-handedly... that is pro-level."
Inko blushed slightly, waving a hand with humility. "Oh, it wasn't that much. I only did what I had to do in an ergency situation."
Sure, you just smashed twenty villains like it was nothing. Typical day for the heir of One For All.
Ren noticed her hands.
"Are your fingers okay now?" he asked with genuine concern.
Inko flexed her fingers in front of her, smiling. "Thanks to my tenacity and Recovery Girl's help, I am completely healthy now. Although I had to promise I would be more careful next ti."
"Let's hope there isn't a next ti," Ochako murmured, still recovering from her previous embarrassnt.
The classroom door began to open repeatedly. The students of Class 1-A started to arrive bit by bit.
Kaminari entered first, yawning loudly. "Good morning, everyone. Does anyone else feel like they slept on cent?"
"I slept perfectly," Yaoyorozu comnted as she walked in behind him. "Though I admit I had so nightmares about villains."
Kirishima entered, patting Sero on the back. "Hey, Ren! Ready for another day of boring classes after all that action yesterday?"
Inko said goodbye with a kind gesture, returning to her seat.
Todoroki entered silently, his heterochromatic eyes briefly scanning the classroom before heading to his spot.
Finally, when everyone had settled in, the door opened again and Aizawa shuffled in.
Unlike the canon Ren rembered, his teacher was not wrapped in bandages. He looked tired, with pronounced dark circles and hair ssier than usual, but he was in one piece.
Aizawa stopped in front of the class, sweeping his gaze over each student with an evaluative attitude.
"Good job yesterday," he said in a monotone voice. "Most of you stayed calm under pressure. So made smart decisions. Others were reckless, but effective."
His gaze rested briefly on Inko and then on Ren.
"The point is that you survived," he continued. "That's what matters. Now, take out your books. We are going to review rescue theory in urban scenarios."
Ren waited for the Sports Festival announcent. He clearly rembered that, in the canon, Aizawa announced it right after the USJ invasion.
But the announcent never ca.
Aizawa simply started the class normally, as if it were any other day.
Strange, Ren thought, opening his book. Maybe he will announce it later. Or maybe my intervention changed the tiline more than I thought.
The class proceeded normally. Aizawa explained rescue concepts while occasionally throwing erasers at students who were falling asleep.
Ren tried to pay attention, but his mind kept wandering.
He rembered the conversation with Professor Xavier in that dinsional white space. The exact words echoed in his head:
"Your aura is stronger. You have been practicing."
Stronger? In what sense exactly? Ren ntally reviewed everything he had done since his arrival in this universe.
He had used telekinesis to move objects. But most of his more creative applications had been for questionable things.
Groping Mitsuki with invisible telekinetic hands. Feeling textures and shapes through tactile telekinesis. Manipulating physical sensations in other people.
All I've done so far is perverted stuff, Ren admitted internally. Even though it requires considerable ntal effort, I don't know if that really counts as legitimate training.
His gaze drifted toward Ochako, who was sitting a few seats to his right. She was taking notes diligently, her tongue poking out slightly between her lips as she concentrated.
Curiosity began to invade Ren's mind.
Damn it, he thought with exasperation. Did Professor X have to appear in my mind right at this mont, leading to perverted thoughts?
He briefly imagined the Charles Xavier from his dinsional encounter discovering that the source of all of Ren's current bad thoughts was thinking about the professor himself.
The Professor would be offended if he knew I associate him with my dinsional pervert impulses.
The curiosity intensified.
Just a quick peek, he told himself. To test if my powers are really growing.
Concentrating subtly, Ren activated X-ray vision directed specifically toward Ochako.
Her clothes began to beco translucent to his ntal perception. First the UA uniform, then...
Wow.
Ochako was wearing matching bra and panties. Both pieces were pink with small white bunny prints.
That is incredibly cute, Ren thought, swallowing hard. Completely appropriate for her cheerful personality.
But his mind pushed him further. He intensified the vision, penetrating beyond the fabric of the bra.
Ochako's breasts were exactly as he had briefly felt them during the USJ incident. Soft, fluffy, and definitely larger than her school uniform suggested. Probably a C cup, maybe even a D.
I definitely wasn't wrong in my previous tactile assessnt.
Then he rembered sothing. In his previous life, he had seen an ani about a guy who had a magic mirror that allowed him to do perverted things. He wouldn't go into specific details, but the basic function was the sa as what Ren was attempting now.
What if I replicate that idea but ntally? he wondered. A conceptual mirror inside my mind that allows to see from multiple angles.
The idea was technically brilliant. Creating a three dinsional telepathic construct that functioned like a system of ntal caras.
Concentrating intensely, Ren began to build the concept in his mind.
First, he established the front view. He could see Ochako sitting normally, with both legs slightly apart. He noticed a nervous tic in her right foot that moved up and down while she nibbled on her pencil.
Adorable, he thought distractedly.
Then he added a second point of view: a side angle that allowed him to see her profile. The curve of her back, the way her hair fell over her shoulders.
This is harder than I thought, he admitted. Maintaining multiple telepathic perspectives simultaneously requires serious concentration.
But he was doing it. Barely, but it was working.
He intensified the X-ray vision again, focusing on the lower region. He passed ntally through the uniform skirt, then the stockings, until he reached the pink bunny panties.
And then he went further.
Okay, Ren, you've officially crossed several ethical lines again.
Underneath the panties, Ochako had a small patch of brown hair. It wasn't thick like Mitsuki's, whose pubic hair was as rebellious as her personality. Ochako's was more modest, slightly sparse and carefully maintained. It looked soft to the touch.
Her vaginal lips were not thick; in fact, they were thin and delicate. They glistened slightly at the edges as if she had a light natural moisture.
Probably sweat from nervousness, Ren rationalized. Or maybe residual arousal from... no, I'm not going to analyze this any deeper.
But his brain couldn't stop. He rembered the feeling of manipulating Mitsuki's body with tactile telekinesis during their first encounter. How he had been able to feel textures, temperatures, and moisture.
What would happen if I apply the sa principle here?
It was a dangerous question. The obvious answer was "don't do it, idiot." But Ren had never been good at following obvious advice.
He subtly extended his telekinesis, creating filants of psychic energy so thin they were practically invisible. He directed them toward Ochako with extre care.
He started externally, barely brushing the surface of her skin through the panties.
Ochako moved slightly in her seat. Her eyes blinked briefly, as if she felt sothing strange.
A bug? she seed to think, lightly shaking her leg.
Ren got bolder. The telepathic filants slid deeper, exploring with curiosity. He could feel everything through the psychic connection: the softness of her skin, the natural heat of her body, and the slightly rough texture of the pubic hair.
Ochako began to feel a definite tingle. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She shifted positions in her seat, trying to ignore the strange sensation.
Ren subtly intensified the telepathic stimulation. The filants of psychic energy caressed sensitive and more private areas.
Ochako's arousal began to grow bit by bit. She was having trouble paying attention to the class. Her eyes would lose focus briefly before she shook her head, trying to concentrate.
What's wrong with ? she began to think. Why do I feel like this all of a sudden?
Ren was more direct. The telepathic filants slid between her vaginal lips, exploring the entrance delicately.
Ochako turned completely red. She snapped her legs together abruptly, trying to relieve the growing sensation. But that only intensified everything. The pressure of her squeezed thighs combined with the invisible telepathic stimulation created an explosive mix.
Aizawa continued giving his lecture, completely oblivious to the silent drama unfolding in his classroom.
"Urban rescue scenarios require precise coordination," he explained monotonically. "A single false move can result in structural collapse."
Ren manipulated the telekinesis with more intensity. The filants of psychic energy penetrated slightly, exploring depths that definitely violated multiple ethical codes.
Ochako's arousal reached a critical point. Her body reacted instinctively. She spread her legs without realizing it, seeking relief for the overwhelming sensation.
Her pink bunny panties began to show visible moisture. A small dark spot ford in the center of the fabric.
Ochako noticed imdiately. Her eyes widened with sha. She snapped her legs shut again quickly, but the damage was done. She felt an intense itch in her lower parts; a need to do sothing about that inexplicable arousal invading her.
Her hand trembled slightly as she raised it.
"Aizawa-sensei," she called out in a high, nervous voice. "Can I go to the bathroom?"
Aizawa looked at her briefly, noting her red face but not thinking much of it. "Go ahead."
Ochako practically jumped from her seat. She walked quickly toward the door, her legs held together in a strange way. Several students looked at her in confusion.
"Is Uraraka okay?" Tsuyu whispered to Mina.
"Maybe she drank too much water," Mina speculated.
Ochako left the classroom, closing the door with more force than necessary.
Ren leaned back in his seat, breathing deeply to calm himself. His heart was beating fast and there was sweat on his forehead.
That was definitely exciting, he thought, discreetly wiping his brow. But it's strange how I manage to coordinate my powers for bad things instead of being an omnipotent telekinetic bald guy.
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