8 - Whirlwind [LDA]

[ Quirk Training Center, Musutafu ]

[ 7 April 2198 ]

Funded by the Hero Public Safety Commission, Japan was littered with centers that were all for the purpose of 'training Quirks.' In reality, it was a place for people with the 'right Quirks' to let loose. If your Quirk was unstable, or you had too many prior accidents or injuries... it was all but impossible to get into one.

Corruption ran deep, it seemed.

Ryuji let out a low whistle. 'This one's nice, though.'

The one that he had used back in Niigata paled in comparison. This one had top-of-the-line equipment, multiple olympic-sized pools, and a massive outdoor area. Not to mention that, as far as Ryuji could tell, the entire facility was spotless. This most likely had something to do with the place being so close to Yuuei... which he certainly wasn't going to complain about.

As soon as he arrived, he flashed his a pass provided by the HPSC, and was promptly let in without question. He really relied on his sister for everything, didn't he?

Despite being interested in their workout equipment, Ryuji left for the outdoor area.

50,000 acres of unrestricted flight space, just off the coast.

Ryuji stretched, taking off his shirt. They had the money for him to just bust through them, but that was hardly necessary. Not to mention that he didn't have another shirt on hand.

"Huuuuuuuuu boy!"

"Goddamn..."

"Thanks for the show!"

Ryuji stopped, turning to see a trio of women who were... cat calling him? Because he was taking off his shirt? Nice, plump and mature, they were certainly his type, not to mention that all three of them had a striking resemblance to the harpies of Interspecies Reviewers.

But no, that wasn't why Ryuji was here today. Rolling his eyes and scoffing playfully, he casted his shirt aside and transformed.

Fully.

Not into a full dragon, since Ryuji was still keeping that card close to his chest, but he let all of his draconic features shine in bipedal form. Not holding himself back like he had during his class introduction, but letting it all out.

His bright pink wings bursting out of his back, his scales rippled over his skin... before stopping just before his face. That was new. From his neck up, his scales formed underneath his face, his face staying almost exactly the same, despite becoming more feral. He still had the imposing fangs, eyes, tongue, and jaw of a dragon, but he could tell that overall, he was more appealing to look at. More appealing to... lust over.

He also felt his raw power surge, and his vision... triple?

"That's certainly new," Ryuji muttered.

He had six eyes.

He wasn't fucking Gojo, he knew that much, be he literally had three pairs of eyes adorning his face, making him something akin to Demon Slayer's Upper Rank One. It was surprisingly intuitive, the way he could now focus on so many different things in front of him... and he could already see how this would make him a better fighter, a better flier.

Then he lifted himself off the ground.

Ryuji blinked. 'Lifted?'

He... wasn't flying. He was just floating, a few inches up.

Eyes wide at the revelation, he immediately shot up into the sky.

'Holy shit, why the fuck having I been putting this off?!'

Despite having wings... flying kind of sucked. Like most people with wings as part of their Quirks, his wings would pull air into them so he could actually fly as he flapped them, but he still had to flap them. As anyone with wings knew, having to constantly flap an extra set of arms just to stay in the air... it was fucking exhausting.

Hawks being one of the only exceptions, with her telekinetic feathers.

Now though, Ryuji just had to have his wings out, and they'd pull him around. Sort of like how Hawk's feather's worked, except his weren't detachable. But as he soared through the skies, he couldn't help but grin. For the first time in years, he was enjoying flying.

He couldn't wait to tell Ryuko.

"HEY!"

Ryuji stopped, remembering where he was. For a moment he thought he'd flown too far... but no, he was still well within the QTC's boundaries. Slightly annoyed, he turned to the voice who had so rudely called out to him.

With long, black hair billowing in the wind, her muscles showing through her tanktop and her sweatpants, her hands on her hips... she didn't look that much older than him. Then there was the fact she was grinning ear to ear, a downright feral look in her eyes.

"YOU LOOK STRONG! WHAT'S YOUR QUIRK?!"

Ryuji chuckled. Using his Quirk, he flew her way so they wouldn't have to shout at each other... only for the wind to start to pick up. 'Upwind?' Ryuji thought, before realizing. The reason her hair was floating and thrashing straight above her head, almost comically, was because this girl was keeping herself afloat with the wind itself.

"The name's Ryuji, Ryuji Tatsuma. You?"

"SORRY, I GOT AHEAD OF MYSELF!" she bellowed, bowing frantically. Which looked a little silly while she was airborne. "I'M INAMI, INAMI YOARASHI!"

Ryuji's eyes glistened in recognition. 'Inasa... but female?' He had been liking her all ready, her fiery spirit being extremely alluring, but now he was all the more intrigued.

"So... wind, huh?" he asked, even closer than before. Just a few feet away at this point.

She grinned. "I call it Whirlwind! I can control the air around me!"

"Dragonification," Ryuji replied, "I've got most of the traits you'd find in a dragon."

"Can you breathe fire?!" Inami asked, her eyes shining. The way that she overflowed with a passion for anything and everything she came across, it was just... infectious. Ryuji just couldn't help but smile at the way everything excited her.

Turning the other cheek, Ryuji looked away, and roared.

A massive flame shot out of his mouth, so hot and bright that Inami had to shield her eyes with her arms, instinctively leaning back from the heat.

"How's that?"

"THAT WAS COOL AS SHIT!" she hollered.

Ryuji nearly did a double take at her crass language, but this wasn't a manga or an anime, but the real world. There wasn't a need for 'censorship.'

"Can you do it again?!" she asked, this time holding her... phone. He was a little bemused that she was asking him to repeat his stunt just so she could film it, but whatever. This was certainly a good way to ask her for a favor...

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"One more time!" Inami hollered, just as enthusiastic as ever.

Well, her patience might be running a little thin.

Her Quirk was strong, she knew that. She liked to flaunt it too. That was why she was so excited when she first spotted Ryuji, because she could tell– he was strong. That was why she had called out to him, that's why she wanted to prove herself against him. Pitting strength against strength... passion against passion! There was nothing better, right?

So when he challenged her to a contest of strength, how could she refuse?

But whether it was weight-lifting, running, endurance training, or even flying... something she was supposed to be the best at... she couldn't win! They had moved on to things like testing their aim, reflexes, and so on and so forth, but she just couldn't pull ahead.

For Ryuji had the strength of a dragon. The speed of a dragon. The aim of a dragon. The goddamn reflexes of a dragon. 'Traits you'd find in a dragon' was vague as hell, but it seemed to apply to everything.

She really wanted to win, dammit!

"I dunno," Ryuji said, frowning. "I'm getting kind of bored..."

"Then– then how about a spar!"

"...No."

"What! Why?!"

"What do I get out of it?" he probed.

"You– you get to test your might, to test your strength against mine!"

"No," Ryuji chuckled. "That's what you get out of it. You want to prove yourself against me, but I couldn't care less about that. No... well, maybe if..."

"Maybe if? If what?" she nearly pleaded.

"If I got something that made it worth my while."

"Like what? Money?"

"I don't need money..." he trailed off, and Inami had to admit it was true. Just walking around the QTC with Ryuji was enough to notice. The way they cleaned off machines for him without even asking, and that there was always someone available for him, and he didn't even seemed to be paying for the food and drinks that came his way... he was some sort of bigshot.

"Sex?"

She watched him do a double take. "What?"

"I know I'm hot. I've got a healthy set of tits and ass. Not to mention that boys love a fiery, strong-willed girl. So if you beat me in a spar, I'll let you fuck me!"

Inami wouldn't say this to just anyone, but Ryuji... he was strong. He had spent the last few hours showing her up in every single way, and it was pretty hot. She's had sex before, but it just wasn't that fun to leave herself to the whims of a weak man. Nor did she enjoy dominate a man either– it just wasn't for her.

No, if she was going to fuck a man, she had to be her better in everyway!

Ryuji eyes narrowed. "I don't want sex."

Inami blinked. She thought that she had read the atmosphere right, that Ryuji was attracted to her, even coming on to her to an extent... but maybe she was wrong. Shit.

"Let's spar."

***

Ryuji had to admit it, Inami was good.

Despite being stronger, faster, and better than her, Inami had her Quirk. Subtly pushing and pulling herself with her punches, as well as slowing and twisting his own momentum with her wind... he was honestly impressed.

He could see how she could get 1st place on Yuuei's recommendation exam.

But it wasn't enough.

As a dragon, he could move himself through physical space freely. He could even do it with his wings tucked away, despite it feeling weird. But Inami just... wasn't strong enough. In an enclosed area like this, she couldn't gather enough wind to so much as scratch him. When he first realized how much stronger he was than everyone else, Ryuji had been filled with a sense of pride, but the weight of that statement was finally starting to sink in.

One of the strongest people of their generation couldn't even scratch him.

"Alright, that's enough."

"I'm not done yet–!"

Before she could even finish, Ryuji speed blitzed her. Grabbing her outstretched arm, and stepping on the back of her knee, Inami was forced to fall. With Ryuji pinning all of her limbs to the ground and kneeling on her stomach, she couldn't even budge an inch.

She struggled for a moment, staring up at Ryuji defiantly... before letting out a sigh.

"Damn... you're really strong, you know that?" she said, grinning.

Despite being knocked down again and again, despite Ryuji putting it in her face how beneath him she was... she was still brimming with passion. Practically nothing could get the girl down, because she believed in herself. Because she knew she was strong. Despite not winning once, she was more than happy that she had the chance to go all out against him.

Then her eyes went wide as Ryuji kissed her.

Still pinned to the floor by the beast of a man that was Ryuji, who was better than her in every way, Inami moaned wantonly as he attacked her maw. Inami fought back at first, trying to push her tongue back into his, but she couldn't. She was losing to him once again.

She had been aroused before, but now she was dripping onto the mat below them.

Pulling back from the kiss, Ryuji whispered, "I don't want sex, I want you. I want to take you, fuck you, and make you mine."

Inami couldn't help but blush at his declaration.

"Y-You're on!"

***

[ Bakugo Household, Musutafu ]

[ 7 April 2198 ]

Staring herself down in the mirror, Katsumi's hands trembled.

Her entire body filled to the absolute brim with rage.

Five fucking days straight, Katsumi hadn't tried to fight that dragon fucker, let alone even stand up to him. Five fucking days. She was going to be a fucking hero dammit, but she was being a fucking PUSSY! Somehow, for some reason, every time that she got close to him... she couldn't bring herself to fight him! It didn't make any fucking sense!

"Fucking fuck! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRAT! I'M TRYING TO ENJOY MY WEEKEND!"

Katsumi gritted her teeth. "Like I care, HAG!"

"THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME?! I OUTTA COME UP THERE AND–" she tuned her mother out, looking down at her palms. With a decently loud pop, she ignited her palms and got rid of her excess sweat.

Explosions. She could create explosions with a fucking thought, and she could withstand them too. She was fucking strong. She knew that. So why the fuck...

Her eyes widened. "Did he... did he fucking mess with me?"

It was the only explanation. Katsumi had stood up to fuckers twice her weight class. She's fought fights that even SHE thought she'd loose, only to win. She'd never pussy out of a fucking pissing contest... unless someone messed with her fucking mind.

But she wasn't going to report him, no. Some cheap dragon fuck who hides behind a mind control Quirk, she'd get the better of him. If she KNEW she was being messed with, she just had to fucking press forwards.

When Monday rolled around, she was gonna teach that wannabe fuckboy a fucking lesson.

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