Everything was white. Again.
Oh, shit. Oh, please, let it not be what I think it is.
Ren blinked several times, trying to process what he was seeing. The infinite white room stretched out in every direction. It was the same space where he had woken up the first time after dying.
"Are you kidding me?" he muttered aloud, looking around with growing panic. "Did I just... die? Again?"
He touched his chest, searching for wounds. Nothing. He checked his body. Everything seemed to be in order. So, what the hell was he doing here?
Wait a minute. The realization hit him suddenly. Are you telling me that Mitsuki Bakugo's hips literally carried me to the other side? Is this death by Snu Snu?
"It can't be," he said to himself, walking in circles through the empty space. "It has to be a fucking joke. Am I going to go down in history as the first transmigrator to die during sex? Is THAT going to be my legacy?"
He imagined his tombstone: Here lies Ren, formerly Andres. He died as he lived: being a damn pervert. A MILF's hips were too much for him.
"Fantastic," he grumbled. "Just fantastic. When I get to the other side, they're going to laugh at me for all eternity. Hey, did you hear about the guy who survived S class Quirk villains and died fucking? How embarrassing."
Ahem.
The sound of someone clearing their throat made Ren spin around abruptly. And there he was.
Charles Xavier.
Sitting in his signature wheelchair, wearing a serene expression.
"Professor Xavier," Ren said, walking toward him with quick steps. "Please tell me this isn't what it looks like. Please tell me I didn't die in the most pathetic way possible."
Charles smiled slightly, clasping his hands over his lap. "It is a pleasure to see you again, young man."
"Did I die or not?" Ren insisted. "I need to know. My dignity as a reincarnated protagonist is at stake."
"No," Charles responded calmly. "I do not believe you have died."
Ren let out a long sigh. "Thank God. Then what is this? A cosmic coincidence? A chance encounter between dimensions? Do you have a dimensional doorbell that rings every time I do something stupid?"
"We could call it a coincidence." Charles tilted his head slightly. "Or perhaps there are forces in the universe that we still do not fully understand. What I can say is that you look different since the last time we met."
Ren looked at himself. "Seriously? I feel the same. Same body, same face, same premature baldness that makes me look like an egg with eyes."
"I am not referring to your physical appearance," Charles clarified. "Your aura, if you want to call it that. You are stronger."
Stronger? Ren processed that information. Does being a pervert give me power ups? Is this the secret mechanic of the universe that nobody told me about?
"I haven't trained as much as I should," Ren admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I've been a bit... busy."
"Whatever it is you have been doing, it is working," Charles observed with a penetrating gaze. "Your control over your abilities has improved. I can feel it. You have been practicing."
Yes, practicing how to use telekinesis for increasingly questionable things. Ren decided that information was better kept to himself.
"Speaking of abilities," Ren took the opportunity. "I have some questions about telekinesis. Exactly how versatile is it?"
Charles leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Telekinesis is one of the most versatile powers in existence," he began. "From its most basic form of moving objects to extremely sophisticated applications. You can create energy shields, launch direct attacks, even manipulate objects at a molecular level if your control is precise enough."
Ren listened intently, nodding.
"And combined with telepathy," Charles continued, "the possibilities expand exponentially. You can sense your opponents' intentions before they act, anticipate movements, coordinate group attacks. You can even..."
He stopped abruptly, narrowing his eyes. "I hope you are using these powers responsibly."
"Of course," Ren responded, perhaps a bit too quickly.
"To protect the innocent," Charles added.
"Absolutely."
"To maintain peace."
"Without a doubt."
"And not to satisfy... twisted desires."
There was an uncomfortable silence. Ren laughed dryly. "Me? Twisted desires? No, no, no. How could you think that, Charles? I am a faithful follower of your philosophy. World peace, brotherhood between mutants and humans, all that. I'm practically a disciple of yours."
Charles looked at him with suspicion; for some reason, he was briefly reminded of his interactions with Magneto. He sighed deeply.
"At the end of the day, there is nothing I can do from here," he admitted. "I can only hope that you make the right decisions. Power without responsibility is..."
"Wait, you're repeating the Spider-Man line," Ren interrupted.
"It's a good line." Charles shrugged. "Stan Lee knew what he was doing."
Suddenly, everything began to glow. The white light intensified until it became almost blinding.
"It seems the time for goodbye has come," Charles said, his voice starting to sound distant. "It was a pleasure to see you again, young man. Use them wisely."
"Wait!" Ren shouted as everything faded. "I still have questions! How do you communicate with me? Is this magic? Technology? A combination of both?"
But Charles was already gone, and the white light enveloped him completely.
******
The sweet, fruity scent was the first thing he registered. Ren kept his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of warmth surrounding him.
He opened his mouth slightly, relaxing his lips. Almost immediately, something soft and warm came into contact with them.
What is this? Ren thought, still half asleep.
By instinct, he closed his lips around the soft protrusion and gave it a light bite.
"Mmm!"
The feminine moan made his eyes snap open.
The first thing he saw was messy blonde hair falling over his face. The second was Mitsuki's crimson eyes looking at him with surprise. And the third, when his brain finally processed the full situation, was that he was gently biting her nipple.
She was on top of him, her red lace bra pushed down, completely naked from the waist down. Her breasts were pressed against his face; her warm, soft body was over his.
"Shit," Mitsuki whispered, pulling away slightly to look at the clock on the wall. "We fell asleep. It's already four in the morning."
Ren released her nipple slowly, still processing the fact that he had gone from talking to Charles Xavier to waking up in the most erotic way possible.
Transitions in this universe are absolute madness.
"Four in the morning?" he repeated, his voice raspy from sleep.
"Yes." Mitsuki sat up, straddling him without being the least bit concerned about her nakedness. "Fortunately, Katsuki didn't leave his room last night. That brat sleeps like a log when he's tired from training."
She stretched, arching her back in a movement that made Ren appreciate every curve of her body. The dim morning light filtered through the curtains, creating shadows and highlighting her figure in a way that should be illegal.
This is art, Ren thought. This is literally what Michelangelo was trying to capture, but they didn't have Japanese MILFs as models in the Renaissance.
Mitsuki got up from the sofa with elegance. Ren also sat up, watching her as she stretched again, completely unconcerned about being naked.
"Coffee?" she asked, walking toward the kitchen.
"Please," Ren replied, still admiring the view.
He watched her look through the cabinets, taking out ingredients for what looked like waffles. She took a kitchen towel from a drawer and tied it around her waist casually.
And there she was. Mitsuki Bakugo. Naked, with only a towel covering her lower half, cooking waffles at four in the morning as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
Ren got up from the sofa, walking toward her. The coffee maker bubbled in the background, filling the kitchen with a comforting aroma. Without thinking much about it, he hugged her from behind, pressing his chest against her bare back.
Mitsuki didn't flinch. Instead, she continued whisking the waffle batter with calm movements.
"Comfortable?" she asked with amusement in her voice.
"Very," Ren admitted, gently stroking her waist and stomach. The skin under his fingers was soft. "This position is perfect."
"Mmm," she hummed in agreement, leaning back slightly against him. "Don't get too used to it. This is only because it's early and I don't feel like getting dressed yet."
"Sure," Ren smiled against her shoulder. "Totally understandable."
They stayed like that for a moment in a comfortable silence. Ren held her, feeling her slow, steady breathing. Mitsuki poured the batter into the waffle maker with slow movements so as not to disturb Ren. It was strangely domestic and comforting.
This is dangerous, Ren thought. I'm getting used to this peace.
He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for your hospitality," he murmured.
Mitsuki let out a laugh. "Hospitality? Are we getting shy now?" She turned in his arms, facing him directly. Her gaze was playful and bold. "After everything we did last night, you're thanking me for hospitality?"
Before he could respond, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. It was long and pleasant, without the desperate urgency of the night before. Just... nice. As if they had all the time in the world.
When they finally pulled apart, Mitsuki gave him one last quick kiss on the lips.
"Have a nice day at UA," she said, smiling. "And look after my idiot son, will you? Make sure he doesn't do something stupid."
Ren, spurred by Mitsuki's gesture, placed both hands on her butt and gave her a hard smack with both palms simultaneously.
SMACK!
The sound echoed in the kitchen. Mitsuki gasped, her eyes widening with surprise before a wicked smile appeared on her face.
"Don't worry," Ren answered. "I'll make sure Bakugo doesn't do anything stupid. He's my classmate, after all."
"Such a good boy." Mitsuki patted his cheek with genuine affection. "Now eat and go before I regret letting you leave."
*****
Ren walked through the streets of Musutafu while the sun had yet to rise. The cool morning air hit his face, waking him up completely.
Another day at UA, he thought, putting his hands in his pockets. And another day being the bald pervert who is apparently lucky enough to sleep with explosive MILFs.
He wondered if someone was writing a fanfic of his life. Would this count as volume two? After all, the USJ arc is already over. Now comes the UA Sports Festival arc.
The author is probably having trouble deciding how much smut to include versus plot development, he thought with amusement. Should I write another sex scene or finally move the story forward? Decisions, decisions.
The idea of being the protagonist of a fanfic inside an anime made him laugh. It was meta on levels that would probably break normal people's minds.
If this were a fanfic, what would the rating be? he wondered as he walked. Definitely M for Mature. Maybe MA if the author is particularly daring. The tags would probably include: Reincarnation, OP Powers, Harem (Eventually), MILF, Smut, Humor, Romance.
He stopped at a convenience store to buy an onigiri; Mitsuki's waffles hadn't quite filled him up. The cashier, a girl with a Quirk that gave her insect antennae, looked at him with a neutral expression.
"Good morning," Ren said with a smile.
"Good morning," she replied mechanically, scanning his purchase.
He paid and left, biting the onigiri as he walked toward his apartment. He needed to shower and change before going to school. The last thing he needed was for someone to smell him and detect Mitsuki's perfume.
Though, he thought with amusement, it would be funny to see Bakugo's reaction if his mom-con radar went off.
He reached his apartment and showered quickly, letting the hot water relax his muscles. While he soaped up, his mind wandered.
The Sports Festival is coming up, he thought. It's basically where everyone shows off their Quirks in front of professionals and scouts.
He sighed, turning off the water. He dried off quickly and dressed in his UA uniform. The uniform made him look more professional than he felt.
He checked his phone. 6:30 AM. He had plenty of time before classes started.
He decided to head out early. He walked toward UA with a calm pace, enjoying the morning tranquility. The streets were relatively empty, with only a few people heading to work early.
I wonder what will happen today, he thought, looking at the morning sky.
When he reached the UA grounds, he noticed the gates were more heavily guarded than before. There were more security guards, and everyone looked more alert.
Well, he thought as he passed through security, it was to be expected after villains literally infiltrated the facilities.
He walked toward the main building, his steps echoing in the almost empty hallways. It was strange to see the school so quiet. Normally it was full of students running, talking, and laughing.
He decided to go directly to classroom 1-A. Perhaps he could use the extra time to review some notes or just relax before the daily chaos began.
As he went up the stairs, he heard light footsteps behind him.
"Ren!"
He recognized that voice immediately. He turned around and saw Ochako running toward him, her backpack bouncing on her back. Her brown hair was slightly messy, as if she had left home in a hurry.
"Good morning, Ochako," he greeted with a smile.
"Good morning!" she replied with a bright smile. "You're early today."
"I couldn't sleep," he half lied. It was technically true, considering he had fallen asleep on the Bakugos' sofa.
"Me neither," Ochako admitted, walking beside him. "I've been thinking a lot about what happened at the USJ."
"I know." Ren nodded as they walked down the hall together. "Fortunately, everything turned out okay."
They reached classroom 1-A. Ren slid the door open, and they entered together. The classroom was empty; the chairs and desks were perfectly organized.
"We're the first ones," Ochako observed, looking around.
"Seems so." Ren walked toward his seat. He dropped into the chair with a satisfied sigh. "Peace and quiet before the rest arrive and this turns into a zoo."
Ochako sat in her own seat, dropping her backpack on the floor. She turned to look at him, resting her chin in her hands.