Quirks are a genetic gamble, sure you could get a powerful quirk that would allow you to be a hero (or villain given how life goes) other times you get something benign. Of course you got a less than stellar quirk. Luckily your quirk is just fine for being a masseuse and it fed into your tastes.
Oddly enough the parlor you worked at saw more feminine customers than male so you never really got to divulge your fantasies. One day a group of schoolgirls enter "great", you thought "more girls to pamper". Just as that thought ended a certain blonde entered the parlor. " hey, the girls suggested this place to me and my damn feet are killing me". This is it, your chance to shine. "Right this way sir, I'll be your personal masseuse". "Whatever". You take the boy (thanks to id you know his name is Katsuki Bakugo) to the back and let him change. As Bakugo lies on the table with nothing but a towel covering him, you prep the oil and start massaging his soles. As the room starts to steam up you get into it, every movement you make makes you want to caress his foot more and more. "Hey I herd the people here have quirks, how about you use it" called bakugo on the table. As you stare at his oiled up feet with fantasies flashing in your mind and decide to use your quirk.
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