after a whole week came the time to go to the academy, UA.
Zion strutted through UA High's polished halls, the navy blazer and red tie of his uniform chafing like a leash on a wolf. The walls gleamed, plastered with hero posters—All Might's grin, Endeavor's flames—mocking his true game: power, pussy, and tearing this world apart. All for One thrummed in his chest, Lightspeed and Ironclad begging to flex, his All-Seeing Eye scanning for prey. Class 1-A was his coliseum, and Deku—One for All's chosen—was the first throat he'd choke. After smashing the selection robot, fucking Midnight into oblivion, and stoking Mirko's protective fire, Zion was ready to carve his name into UA's bones. Day one, and he was already hard thinking about the chaos he'd unleash.
The classroom door slid open, revealing a room buzzing with tension—desks in neat rows, a chalkboard scrawled with Quirk theory, and twenty teens staring like he was a bomb. Aizawa stood at the front, eyes bloodshot, looking like he'd rather be dead. "New student," he grunted, voice scraping like gravel. "Zion. Late transfer. Don't make me regret this." Deku, green hair and nerdy focus, sat front-row, pencil scratching, but his eyes flicked up, sharp with suspicion. Bakugo slouched in the back, smirking like he could taste blood. Ochaco, her uniform hugging curves that screamed trouble—round hips, perky chest—tilted her head, her smile bright but curious. Fuck me, she's a walking wet dream, Zion thought, mentally pinning her for later. Kirishima grinned, all teeth, while Momo frowned, sizing him up like a math problem. Jiro twirled her earphone jack, muttering, "Great, another ego."
"Introduce yourself," Aizawa said, half-buried in his scarf, already checked out.
Zion leaned against the teacher's desk, grin sharp as a blade. "Name's Zion. I'm here to kick ass, break shit, and maybe play hero if it's not too boring." Kirishima laughed, fist-pumping. "That's the spirit, man!" Mina giggled, pink skin bouncing.
Bakugo's scoff was loud. "Tch, all talk, no bite." Deku's pencil froze, his stare cutting through Zion's bullshit. Yeah, nerd, smell the threat, Zion thought. I'm your endgame.
Aizawa launched into a lecture on hero ethics—self-sacrifice, blah blah—but Zion tuned it out, his All-Seeing Eye flaring to hunt Quirks. First, Iida, stiff as a board, glasses glinting like a robot's:
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Name: Tenya Iida
Age: 16
Quirk: Engine
Special Ability: None
Energy: 15
Endurance: 12
Strength: 10
Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 04
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Fast, but Lightspeed's smoother. I'd outrun him and steal it just to flex, Zion thought, recalling the selection's robot crumbling under his fists. Next, Tsuyu, her frog eyes calm but piercing:
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Name: Tsuyu Asui
Age: 16
Quirk: Frog
Special Ability: None
Energy: 10
Endurance: 14
Strength: 8
Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 20
>
Sticky tongue, water tricks—cute, but I'd rather melt shit than hop. He moved to Todoroki, brooding, his scar screaming daddy issues:
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Name: Shoto Todoroki
Age: 16
Quirk: Half-Cold Half-Hot
Special Ability: None
Energy: 18
Endurance: 16
Strength: 14
Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 0
>
Holy fuck. Fire and ice? He could burn cities, freeze armies. That's mine, Zion decided, picturing the robot fight—his Ironclad fist smashing steel—amped by Todoroki's Quirk.
Then, Mina, all curves and chaos, her acid dripping in training clips he'd seen:
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Name: Mina Ashido
Age: 16
Quirk: Acid
Special Ability: None
Energy: 12
Endurance: 10
Strength: 9
Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 30
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Corrosive, versatile. I'd melt faces and doors. Finally, Momo, poised, her uniform tight over a body that could stop traffic:
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Name: Momo Yaoyorozu
Age: 16
Quirk: Creation
Special Ability: None
Energy: 14
Endurance: 12
Strength: 10
Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 25
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Making anything? Guns, bombs, traps? Fuck yeah. Class 1-A was a candy store, and Zion was a kid with sticky fingers.
Break time hit, and Zion zeroed in on Ochaco, her skirt riding up as she stretched, thighs begging to be grabbed. He slid into the desk beside her, voice low, dripping sin. "Yo, Ochaco, your float trick's gotta feel like flying. Wanna take me for a ride sometime?" His eyes roamed her—curves, flushed cheeks, lips he wanted to taste.
She blushed hard, twirling her hair, giggling. "Oh, gosh, um, that's… bold! Maybe, I mean, you're kinda intense, right?" Her eyes sparkled, and his All-Seeing Eye pinged:
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Appeal (Attraction to Zion): 35
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Mina nudged Ochaco, smirking. "Girl, he's trouble!" Deku glanced over, jaw tight. Zion leaned closer, whispering, "I'm only trouble if you can't handle me." Ochaco fanned her face, flustered, and he backed off, slow-playing it like with Mirko. She'll beg for it soon.
The door slammed open, and Midnight strutted in, her bodysuit painted on, breasts heaving, whip coiled like a lover's promise. "Just checking on my star pupil," she purred, eyes locking on him, her tone thick with their tunnel fuck. Kirishima gaped, Kaminari drooled, Jiro rolled her eyes. Bakugo muttered, "Fucking showboat." Ochaco's smile faltered, jealousy flickering.
Zion's phone buzzed: Mirko, texting, Midnight's at UA? Keep that bitch away, Zion. Another buzz, a missed call from her. He grinned, ignoring it. Mirko's protectiveness was hot—those thighs, that ass, her fierce mama vibe. He'd work her, slow and steady, until she was his.
Midnight sauntered over, leaning close, her breath hot. "Don't let me down, Zion," she whispered, nails grazing his arm, then strutted out, leaving chaos. Deku's pencil snapped, Ochaco pouted, and Zion's dick twitched. Two queens fighting for me? I'm living.
In his dorm that night, Zion sprawled on his bed, UA's sterile walls mocking his hunger. Class 1-A was a goldmine—Todoroki's fire, Mina's acid, Momo's creations, all waiting to be stolen. Ochaco's curves, Mirko's fire, Midnight's screams—they'd fall, one by one. Deku's suspicion was just icing; breaking him would be personal. UA was his to gut, and he'd do it grinning, his empire built on stolen Quirks and conquered women.
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