Lana's Quirk

Chapter 6: Playtime

The first day Anabolis had seemed intimidating, but it took only until the second day of school for the facade to break. He was a jovial, caring man with a love for teaching young people, and so he allowed the class to start a little late as the students chatted to their new friends. Lana sat in the front, leg bouncing with awkward energy, when James walked in. Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other. As the two of them talked, the volume in the room rose, and Rosie made the move she’d planned for the last hour. She walked over quietly to Revan and slipped her hand onto his shoulder, edging under the collar of his uniform. Revan started, and his muscles tensed. Rosie smiled, “ Hey, Revan, when we partner up for sparring today, you’re mine,” she said in a low forceful voice. Revan gulped in surprise, was this even the same girl he had met this morning? Her tone was so forceful, so confident, so… well attractive. Just an hour ago, she was ashamed and nervous around him, something in her had changed, or had he not seen it in her before? “Y-yes,” he finally sputtered out. “Good,” Rosie said, slowly removing her hand as she stepped away, drawing out the contact between her fingernails and his neck. It was his turn to be speechless as she walked away.

On the field, the students squared off, testing their skills under the supervision of Anabolis who shouted mostly helpful advice, “get em! Pin her! Come on Push harder than that! You call that a quirk?!”

Rosie and Revan circled each other carefully, looking for any advantage. Revan saw his, and pushed forward, feigning a jab with water and coming in with a fist. Rosie sidestepped and got inside him, grabbing his arm and throwing him to the ground and pouncing on him. Then the grappling started, Revan had never felt anything like it. He couldn’t move for himself, whatever he did, despite all of his training and coordination, she would pin and twist him into submission. To people watching it must have looked like fierce fighting, but to Revan it was a velvet box with sharp edges. Her hands glided over his skin softly, her body pushed against him in a way he liked a little too much, and her breath was in his ear, on his neck, and  across his forehead. If he struggled, claws dug into him and her body went from soft and pulsing to inhumanly strong in an instant, her voice hissing in his ear, “don’t you dare!”

Wait CLAWS! what he had thought were fingernails, had become real claws, her teeth grazed his ear and he felt unnaturally long incisors nick him. Her hair which he had mistaken for black was actually mottled with subtle brown circles, boxes, and black spots. Then he caught a glimpse of her eyes, again he’d thought brown, but now in the sun they were revealed as yellow--the eyes of a predator. He hadn’t seen it before because the traits were not as obvious as someone like Asui’s but, “Your quirk, its--”

“Clouded Leopard, correct,” Rosie whispered into his ear, “you don’t see many black ones so it’s not surprising you didn’t realize” she mused, chuffing like a big cat, “You don’t see many Leopards period!” Revan said. “Shut up, and let's get a few things straight,” she commanded, pulling him tighter, claws scratching him, but almost overtly humping him now, “if you’re ever gonna do something stupid and hot like that run again, you had better fucking ask me first. Also, I know your dirty little secret,” she said flipping him to be face up on the ground with her on top of him, “whats tha--” He was cut short as her knee jammed into his always full bladder, making him yelp a little. “I know that you’re always a little desperate, aren’t you?” She was right, her knee dug in harder and harder, he hadn’t used any of his “secret water” in the fight yet, but if she kept pushing, it wouldn’t be his choice anymore. The desperation, the warm press of her body, her  breathing down his neck as she bent on top of him, that devious look she’d had, the smell of her hair, all the little scratches she’d given him. Jesus Christ, this was the sexiest thing anyone had ever done to him, and he was getting way too aroused for a public place. “We need to get out of here right now, get inside now,” Revan said completely flustered. “Oh no you don’t, you’re gonna fucking piss yourself, like you made me do thi--” “Ok Sure,” Revan felt release wash over him, soaking his uniform. Rosie was briefly stunned, “inside now,” Revan repeated, both a question and a statement. Then Rosie seemed to understand as she felt the hot piss soak through the leg of her uniform too. “Revan pissed himself!” “Again?!” Anabolis said in a disapproving but strangely excited tone, “go get him fixed up then, hustle!”

            Nobody had to tell them twice, Rosie and Revan sprinted to the building , taking a screaming left turn just inside the door and into the walk-in book closet just down the hall. Revan slammed her against the wall and kissed her hard, she bit and pulled his lip, her claws scratching his neck. They pushed and grabbed and locked hips, their lips meeting again as hands searched smooth bodies under training clothes. Then they calmed down, and came back to earth, “not here, not more than this, not now,” Rosie said barely breathing. “You’re right,” Revan sighed, also breathless, peeling away and sinking to the floor. She sat down beside him. “So what the fuck changed between this morning and now?” Revan asked with a smile in his voice. “I knew you liked me after what you did. I have Leopard’s instincts, once I see my prey, I pounce,” Rosie said matter-of-fact-ly. “Oh,” Revan laughed nervously, and she laughed too, and they both sat there in the closet, not wanting to leave.