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At last, after all the tests, you were accepted at U.A High. The practical test had gone pretty well, even without any destructive quirk, and it was a relief when the letter came in to inform you that you passed.
You were in class 1-A, with Aizawa-sensei as the homeroom teacher, also known as Eraserhead ! Around you were a lot of people with useful quirks, even though they had their limits. Uraraka that could cancel gravity, Bakugou that had an explosive power totally in line with his aggressive personality, Iida whose effectiveness and righteousness were mimicked in the engines of his calves.
After the acceptance tests however, you had not scored well on the physical abilities test lead by Aizawa-sensei. Your quirk was everything but physical. It did not rely on you, but on the others. It was not the best start to the year.
Yet, Eraserhead was not your only teacher, and a few months in, you decided to ask for help, to another one of the persons there. Present Mic. He was the energetic hero that presented the situation tests, and also an English teacher. His quirk was the Voice one. He could amplify his voice enough to make people’s ears bleed. Considering your own quirk, you thought it could be a good idea to ask him for help. You had to meet him in one of the numerous gymnasiums after your lessons.
When he arrived, he first asked you what was your quirk. You roughly explained it to him.
“Uh, so, I can basically talk to someone and very strongly suggest that person to do something. It also works on machines and animals, anything that can move and process orders. I’ve been told by people it’s like a voice pops up in their head and tells them to do something and they cannot resist…”
“Oh, so you don’t actually need to talk, it’s more like telepathic, isn’t it ?” Present Mic mused.
“No, I still need to form the words with my mouth, it’s just that the person hears it in their mind. It seems weird like that…” you fumbled with your hands. It was always difficult explaining your quirk.
“Hmmm… I don’t really understand. Try using it on me” he responded.
For a short instant, your mind couldn’t really process that you had to use your quirk on someone that asked for it. Oh well. You asked the teacher to stand about 50 meters from you and then used it.
“Come” you mouthed silently to the address of Present Mic.
Present Mic’s POV
It was like an imperious, sensual, deliciously seductive and charismatic voice had boomed in his head, ordering him to come in your direction. His mind went blank, but not totally. It was more like he was only focused on the voice in his head. He could not make anything of his surroundings, be it image or sound. The only thing that mattered was that voice asking him so urgently to come. It was like he was stuck to the ground yet free of his movements, but his only will at the moment was to satisfy what the voice had commanded.
Along with it, his attention was centered on you, and you only. More precisely, your mouth, forming the words as they then echoed in his mind. It was like he could expect them, and they came out. His stare, behind his glasses, was riveted to your lips.
Your POV
You seemed to find that Present Mic did not obey fast enough, because you reiterated your call, more pressing.
“COME !” you enjoin
His whole body then moves and he starts walking towards you. When he is finished crossing the distance separating you, you deactivate your quirk. Present Mic seems to regain the full control of his senses and thoughtfully scratches his chin.
“So it seems it really is some kind of voice quirk… It does not feel like mind control, because I was still conscious of what I did. It was more like… extreme charisma linked to your voice. That’s interesting.” He mumbled while pacing around.
“So !” he exclaimed “Now let’s try out everything we can with your Alter ! Can your control be broken ? To what extent can you suggest an action that is harmful for the person ? For how long can you suggest something ? Are you readyyyyyyy ?”
You nodded “Yes sir !” and the training began.
Every day after school, you sparred with him. He was the guinea pig for each and every experiment, sometimes pushing it to being ordered to walk straight into a pit for the sake of trying out how much you could do with your power. After each session, either your brain or throat was sore of using your quirk to command him. But it did yield results. You got to know how to use it better, what were your limits, what you could ask to someone. You learned that if what you asked coincided with what a person wished, or intended to do, it had absolutely no effect. You had even extended your imperiousness and time limit with the help of Present Mic. He had sometimes managed to break out of your control, but it was much harder now. Your voice was like honey, golden, sweet, and dripping onto the will of your preys, making it melt and bend to your own wishes.
--Timelapse because WHO CARES about all the stuff that happens in between ?--
One day in class, you had to choose your hero alias, the name that was meant to be known by the general public. You had several ideas, but none seemed “hero” enough. Voice girl ? it was not accurate. Controller ? What were you, an Xbox pad ? It did not work. You could not find a way to fully describe what your Alter felt like, when a sudden thought popped into your mind. What about “Whisperer” ? It seemed calm, not aggressive, yet pictured what everybody thought you were doing, whispering your commands to someone or something ! It was perfect !
When it was your turn, you proudly held the whiteboard with your hero name on it. Aizawa-sensei did not seem thrilled, but Midnight totally approved. It felt warm in your heart, to find something that fitted your identity.
--A few days later--
Your training with Present Mic was coming to an end. During those lessons, you had grown fond of the boisterous and completely hyper man that so willingly accepted to submit to your quirk. You were a little sad that those moments would become a part of your past. Even if it was harsh, you enjoyed being able to progress with him. You had not thought about it so much, but as your heart tightened up when you pushed the gym’s door and saw him, waiting, you knew it was a little more than the affection and trust a student put in his mentor.
“Heyy, so what about we have a last run at this, Whisperer ! Come on ! Whisper all you can, I’m all ears ! “ He loudly exclaimed.
You smirked. Oh right.
“Would you please go to about here” you asked, pointing towards roughly 30 meters from yourself.
“Going for the classics I see !” Present Mic mocked.
He was now facing you, like so many times before, his gaze hidden by those flashy orange glasses, a grin plastered on his face. You took a deep breath, and spoke your command.
“Come”
As soon as the silent words had come out of your mouth, Present Mic began walking towards you. As he grew closer, you bit your lips. Closer, your hands twisted. Closer, your heart was beating faster, in expectation of what you were going to do.
When he stood, tall, in front of you, you did not snap your control. You took a deep breath, shakily straightened your skirt, and asked, staring at him dead in the eye through the tainted glasses.
“Kiss me”
At first he did not budge, but then Present Mic bent towards your face, his right hand taking hold of your chin while the left one rose to his glasses. He lifted them up on his forehead, his gaze meeting yours. His lips were only millimeters away from yours when he said
“Ahh... It’s no good using your power for that”
And his mouth crashed onto yours.
It was your turn to be rooted to the ground, taken by surprise. You tried making sense of what he could have meant by that, taking into account he was under your control, your thoughts rushing… but your mind soon refused to function anymore, your eyes closing on their own. You only savoured the moment, the deliciously hot lips of Present Mic on yours, his left hand now on your waist, bringing you closer to him. Ahh… it was so blissful. The kiss came to an end, and after his mouth had left yours, you were scared to move or open an eye. You would have to face the consequences of your acts. But much to your surprise, he kissed you again, and again. You expected him to stop after one, your control was naught, but he continued. Your lips melted onto his, as he grew more passionate, hungrier, yet even tender with every kiss. Your hands were clutching his shoulders, the only grip on reality you had as you liquefied in his hands, no longer master of your own body.
When you were both out of breath, you broke the embrace and shamefully opened your eyes. Present Mic was there, his cheeks sporting a tinge of pink, and his lips stretched in a smug grin, watching you.
“I told you your power was not effective when you ordered what the subject already intended to do” he expressed while making a victory gesture with his fingers, and then started walking back to the door of the gymnasium, leaving you breathless and dumbfounded.