"What's all this noise?!"
"…It's… it's Mirko," Zion blurted, his voice way louder than he meant.
"No shit it's me," she snapped, leaning against the doorframe. "What's your deal this morning? You're acting like you got hit by a quirk that fries brains. And you're never up this early."
"…"
"What, cat got your tongue? Hurry up and get ready," Mirko said, then strutted out of the room, her hips swaying like a goddamn metronome.
Zion stood there, mouth shut tight. He didn't have a clue how to play this. Sure, he knew My Hero Academia like the back of his hand, but this world? He was a stranger in his own skin. He needed intel—who he was, what his deal was—without tipping anyone off. Asking straight-up was a rookie move, and Zion wasn't about to look weak.
Then it hit him. A sly grin crept across his face. "I know exactly what to do," he muttered. "Get her to spill without even realizing it."
He left the room, scoping out the house as he went. Kitchen, bathroom, living room—basic layout, nothing fancy. In the kitchen, Mirko was setting out food on the table, and fuck, she was a sight that could stop traffic. Her rabbit ears twitched, framing a face so gorgeous it hurt to look at—sharp eyes that could gut you and lips that promised trouble. Her crop top clung to her like a second skin, showing off abs carved from steel, each ridge screaming power. Her massive thighs, thick and unyielding, flexed with every step, and her ass? Round, firm, bouncing just enough to make a saint sin. Her XL chest strained against the fabric, drawing eyes like a magnet. Every inch of her screamed raw, animalistic charm—a body built to dominate, seduce, or destroy, depending on her mood. Zion's brain short-circuited for a second before he snapped back to his mission.
He slunk over to the fridge, tossing out a line like it was nothing: "Man, I miss my mom."
Mirko raised an eyebrow. "Miss her? What's that about?"
"Dunno, just… wish I could see her lately."
"You mean the one who ditched you when you were seven?"
Zion forced a laugh. "Nah, I'm just screwing around."
"Better be," she said, voice low, almost a growl.
"Hey, uh, what time's the academy thing again? Slipped my mind."
She rolled her eyes. "You forgetting that? Gates open at 8 a.m., selection starts at 9."
"Got it, thanks."
"You sure you wanna go?" Mirko asked, leaning forward, her cleavage practically daring him to stare. "Your Quirk hasn't even awakened. Plus, you're a year late to the party."
Zion froze, his brain chewing on that. A year late? No Quirk? Bullshit—his system screamed All for One, clear as day. But Mirko didn't know that, and now he had another problem: the selection test. With his stats at zero across the board, he'd get smoked unless he figured out how to game this. "Gotta find a way to juice up my stats," he thought. "Going into that test blind's a death sentence, especially if it's anything like the manga."
With a clearer picture of his situation, Zion got ready and hit the road. Asking passersby for directions was easy enough, and soon he stood before the towering gates of UA High, the letters "UA" looming like a challenge.
"So, in this life, I'm destined to be a hero," he sneered. "If only they knew."
Inside, a crowd of teens milled around, all eager to prove themselves in the selection. Their faces screamed optimism—dreams of fame, glory, and rubbing shoulders with the big shots.
"Look at these idiots," Zion thought, his lips curling. "All hyped up, thinking this is their big break. They don't get it. The second I stepped in here, they were already pawns in my game."
< Ping >
A system notification jolted him. "What's good, system?"
<
Conditions met. Due to Quirk: All for One, a new Special Ability has been unlocked.
Special Ability: All-Seeing Eye
Description: Allows the user to see beyond the barriers of the world.
>
"Damn, that's some broken-ass shit right out the gate," Zion said, grinning like a wolf. "Now, how do I use it?"
It came to him like instinct. He locked eyes on a girl in the crowd, focused, and his vision shifted. The All-Seeing Eye kicked in, and her stats popped up like a video game HUD:
<
Name: Alice
Age: 15
Quirk: Bubblegum
Special Ability: None
Energy: 10
Endurance: 8
Strength: 6
Appeal (Attraction to the user): 20
>
Zion's grin widened. Bubblegum? Lame as hell. Sticky, stretchy, maybe good for traps or restraining, but it wasn't exactly world-shattering. Still, it was a start. His Quirk, All for One, let him steal powers, and the selection was about to be his buffet. Alice's Bubblegum wasn't top-tier, but there'd be others—stronger Quirks, better picks. He could already picture himself snatching the best one, stacking his arsenal before anyone knew what hit them.
As he scanned the crowd, plotting which Quirk to nab first, a new presence stole the air. The doors to the testing area swung open, and Midnight strutted in, commanding every eye like she owned the place. Her hero costume was pure sin—black leather bodysuit hugging every curve, so tight it looked painted on. Her breasts, barely contained, heaved with each step, and her hips swayed with a rhythm that could hypnotize. Thigh-high boots clicked on the floor, accentuating legs that went on forever, and her whip dangled from her hand like a promise of pain or pleasure, depending on her whim. Her violet hair framed a face that was all sultry smirks and bedroom eyes, her lips glossy and begging to be kissed. A faint scent of her Somnambulist Quirk's mist trailed her, making the air feel heavy, intoxicating. She was a walking fantasy, and she knew it.
"Welcome, darlings," Midnight purred, her voice dripping with honey and danger. "I'll be overseeing your selection today. Show me what you've got… or don't bother showing up at all."
Zion's mind didn't even register her words at first. His eyes were glued to her, and a filthy idea sparked in his head. All for One could steal Quirks, sure, but what about using them? Midnight's Somnambulist—knocking people out with a whiff of her scent—paired with his infinite appeal? He could have her, or anyone, eating out of his hand. Maybe not today, but the thought of bending a pro hero like Midnight to his will? It sent a shiver down his spine, and not the innocent kind.
He shook it off, refocusing. The selection was about to start, and he needed a plan. Bubblegum was a pass—too weak. But someone here had to have a Quirk worth taking. With his All-Seeing Eye, he could scout the field, pick his target, and strike when the chaos hit. Midnight's presence only upped the stakes. If he played this right, he'd walk out stronger, deadlier, and one step closer to turning this world into his personal playground.
"Let's get this shit started," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. The other kids were dreaming of being heroes. Zion? He was dreaming of breaking them all.
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