A/N:

Hello I've had writer's block for a while so I thought I'd post a little story. It's inspired by a DR comic dub video on YouTube called "Hajime's Talent". If you haven't seen it I'm pretty sure the summary gave you hint on what it's about.

This is my first published DR fic. Hmm...dunno how I feel about that. In anycase, this will be a little different from the video.

Instead the story will be a non-despair AU and Hajime will be an Ultimate student who "forgot" his talent thanks to amnesia or whatever.

So without further ado, please proceed and if I get a lot of positive feedback, I'll consider continuing! I'll be keeping chapter lengths to 1k - 2k words.

Anyway, please favorite, follow and review!


Chapter 1

Hajime briskly walked through the large crowd of students in the hallway, his green gaze fixed ahead of him, showing no indication as to where exactly he was in such hurry to.

Exactly what he was hoping for.

As he trekked past his schoolmates, he felt so breathless, small beads of sweat developing on his forehead.

But he wasn't tired or sick or anything of the sort. Hell, if he was he wouldn't be carrying his ass around the school like this. He'd just let his classmate, the Ultimate Nurse, Mikan Tsumiki give him a quick check up.

As clumsy and temorous as she was, Mikan was still a talented medical professional. She might have not been confident in herself but she was very confident about her skill as a nurse and as an Ultimate.

An Ultimate...

"So hey, what's your talent again?"

"Huh? M–my talent? Oh, sorry, like I said before...I don't— I can't r–remember..."

"Oh— sorry, I forgot about your amnesia! Man, must suck being enrolled here only to lose your memories straight after!"

"Y–yeah...sucks..."

"Yeah...But hey! Look at the bright side! This means you have so many possibilties for what your talent could be! You could be anything! And I bet your talent is awesome! Probably a million times better than mine!"

"...Mm..."

"Oh don't look so nervous, Hinata-kun! No matter what, you're an Ultimate like the rest of us! Probably even more so than myself!"

Hajime suddenly paused in his tracks, that word echoing in his mind.

Ultimate.

An Ultimate.

He was an Ultimate.

The brunet felt his body begin to tremble, a weak breath escaping his lips. The teen's body was going limp. He felt weak at the very core of his being. He thought he'd collapse right there and then, if he hadn't tensed up at the warm, no the hot sensation steadily finding it's way to his—

No!

No! No! No! No! No!

NO!

Not here, not here.

Hajime quickly snapped out of it, ignoring the many curious eyes that were on him when he abruptly stopped. He kept moving forward, more determined than before. His gaze was so sharp and serious that it actually scared some students off. He really almost caved in just then, he almost lost himself in front of so many people.

No, he could never let that happen.

He could never let anyone know.

Hajime Hinata wasn't tired or sick or having some kind of weird off day. He was perfectly fine, in great condition actually.

Although, at this moment he yearned for solitude. No, he was hungry for it. Starved since classes began this morning and now that it's finally recess, he can have time to himself. More than anything right now, he wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

Alone with his secret...

The teen made a sharp turn around the corner, his eyes darting both ways before he dashed over to the secluded storage room on his left. He glanced around one more time for good measure before slipping out a key from inside his blazer pocket and began unlocking the door, already feeling his body itch with anticipation, his breathing picking up as he pushed the door open.

Hajime wasted no time standing outside and rushed into the storage room, immediately locking the door again afterwards.

Once he did, he forced himself to move away from the door just before his legs gave into gravity and he descended to the floor onto his hands and knees.

Finally...he was alone...

He stared at the tiled floor blankly, aimlessly as felt the encroaching heat take over his body once again but he this time, he didn't stop it...

He let it take over, let it control him.

Oh the heat...

His face flushed a bright red as the arousing warmth enveloped his entire being intensely, feeling especially so generous around his crotch area.

And thus came a small noise from Hajime, followed by another and another.

...And several more.

"...nghh...ahh...aaahhhh..."

The teen grunted and moaned over and over, his hands slowly moving from the floor to the sides of his arms. He lifted his body up, arching his back foreward and shutting his glazed eyes tightly. He rubbed and gripped his shoulders, giving into the arousal he's been holding in all morning.

"Nghhh...!" Came yet another grunt.

Hajime hurriedly shrugged off his blazer and loosened his tie, smiling and breathing heavily and huskily as the memories of that day swirled wildy in his mind.

Every conversation, every mention, every implication from someone about his forgotten talent. About every possible talent he could possibly possess. About how amazing his talent probably was. About how even though he couldn't remember, he was still one of them. One of the chosen students at Hope's Peak Academy. One of the talented! One of the greats! One of the Ultimates!

He was an Ultimate!

"NnggaaAhh...!"

Another wave of heat, circulated his whole arched body, making him jolt his back up straight, biting at his bottom lip to keep himself quiet.

Unfortunately, or rather fortunately...that devilishly hot sensation went right in between his legs once again, earning a weak moan from the boy.

His gaze opened up once more, his long eyelashes fluttering as he blinked continuously at the increasing tighness in the deliciously hot area. The growing buldge in his pants caused his already heavy breathing to become even more erratic, a trickle of drool leaving his mouth as he spread his knees out more.

The horny teen wiped the little saliva off before he arched over again, bringing his hand to his hardened groin and steadily stroking it through the stretched material of his pants, savoring the feeling of his erection.

"Aaauuhhh...nghhh...aahhh..ahh..ah...!" He moaned continuously, as he quickened the pace of his thumbing, "Nnnnrrrgghh...aah...this feels...this feels...i–incredible!"

Indeed, Hajime felt incredible! So incredible, that he couldn't escape his real urges any longer. He managed to crawl much further into the storage room, carefully avoiding the equipment and boxes inside and stopping right before the wall.

He gently placed his head on the wall and sucked in a few deep breaths, groaning at his protesting erection and losing himself all over again. He stared at the large bulge in his pants, licking his lips at his thoughts trailed back to his situation once again.

He really was an Ultimate. An amnesiac but an Ultimate. A Mystery Ultimate. An Ultimate with limitless possibilities. That was who he was...

At least, that was who his classmates thought he was. They believed he was a talented individual like them. A bringer of inspiration. A pillar of hope. An Ultimate.

Nah, he was just an average student. A boy once in the the school's Reserve Course chosen by the principal to join the 77th class as an observer. He wasn't anyone special, nobody note-worthy.

But they didn't know that...

So he pulled out the amnesia card and oh boy, was it the best thing he's ever done. Hajime has always adored being complimented, being awknowledged as useful or viewed as important. And he couldn't deny that he got very similar excitement to right now when the principal chose him as the best candidate for his little experiment.

To which the brunet took full advantage of.

And now that he was a part of Hope's Peak's Main Course, as an "amnesiac Ultimate student whose talent could be anything", Hajime Hinata couldn't be happier and any more aroused at being treated and adored by other Ultimates.

"This—" He huffed loudly. "This is perfect...nnngghhh...they— they think I'm an Ultimate— aahhhh!" He moaned, salivating again. "This...this is all I've ever wanted...!"

He squeezed his thighs, rubbing them up and down while panting madly.

"I can never go back to Reserve Course...screw those losers...mmmm...!" Hajime hummed. "I'm...a part of the Main Course...now!"

Maybe he can go as far calling himself, the Ultimate Liar...

He let out a breathy chuckle as his heavy eyes found their way back to his impatient erection and a small smile tugged at his lips. 'Speaking of main course...'

Hajime's hands already began to undo his belt. Oh, he was going to be here for a while...


A/N:

Wow, I actually wrote and posted this on my account. Ngl, I'm low key proud but also low key embarrassed—

Any who, I hope you guys enjoyed. Like I said I'll continue if you want me to, I already have a few scenarios in my head that will trigger Hajime's Ultimate Fetish.

So just say the word and I will deliver!

Anyway, thanks for reading! Pls favorite, follow and review!

Jayenee