King of my Heart - 6

"King of my Heart - 6"

orig. 12/3/2018

BNHA Elly (Cheshire) x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Inspired by "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift 

Non-Canon based off manga/anime

PG

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Elly opened her hotel door at the series of staccato raps. Her heart beat fast with anticipation, knowing who it was and longing to see him again.

The panel swung open and there he was, the blond man with the goofy grin and ridiculous, adorable mustache that had so stolen her heart. He wore his usual when he wasn't working - a light, soft jacket over a maroon shirt and khakis. One silver and one gold necklace glinted in the artificial light in the hallway. She knew he would have at least one beaded bracelet, but the jacket sleeves covered them right now. She loved his style, loved his everything, really, but most importantly...

"I love your hair," she told him shyly as she joined him. "I wanted to tell you for awhile now."

"Wha - really?" He blinked. "I grew it out so it has to get tied up all the time. It's a pain to wax it every morning, but it's part of my image now, so I stick with it. It's like my trademark, yo!" He made a gesture out behind his head where the hair would be sticking up. He was casual tonight of course, which meant he simply wrapped it several times, neat in the middle yet messy at the bottom. "D'ya bring a - oh, you did. Good." He grinned when he saw her jacket was the one with his radio show logo on the back. They nodded at the front desk clerk, then strolled leisurely out into the cool night.

"It's so you." She reached out but stopped herself before she touched the bun on his head. She settled for brushing at the golden spill against his neck as they walked. He blushed, but she didn't notice since she was focused on the silky strands. "And I love it this way, too."

"For real?" He couldn't hide his confusion this time and she watched, enthralled, as he rubbed nervously at the back of his neck, his cheeks stained light pink at the compliment. "I mean, uh, it's just that people recognize it, but no one's told me they liked it before." They stopped at a crosswalk and he absently guided her across with one hand lightly held on her upper back. 

"No one? But - but it's so..." She flicked her ears, aware she was about to start gushing. "Erhm. Nevermind."

"Oh?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, stopping for a moment to pull her closer and stare into her eyes. "You can't just start a sentence and then stop, baby! I wanna know. 'It's so' - what?"

"Oh, hell." She chuckled awkwardly. "Sexy. Okay? I think you are - ah, your hair! Is... ah..." She choked and then trailed off, absolutely drowning in bashfulness this time. Her face felt ten times hotter than it had ever been. Hizashi had, of course, caught the slip-up for maximum embarrassment potential.

"Oh, shit." His glorious green eyes grew distant for a moment as his mouth dropped open. "That's better'n okay, sweetie. I mean - whew!" He hugged her tightly, grinning like the lovesick fool he was. "Right on," he gasped, his brain unable to formulate anything else.

Elly giggled. "Unfair," she said. "You can't act too cute after hearing that. I'll explode, or something."

"Oh, no!" He clutched her even tighter, loudly and poorly acting the scene of the distraught lover, lamenting her demise. She laughed even louder, snorting a bit, and pushed at his chest.

"Zashi! People are staring!"

"Don't care," he said happily. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her gently on. "'Sides, we're almost there. We can duck into the bar and hide our lovey-dovey grossness." Elly pressed her face into his side, stifling more laughter. He finally pulled up at the small bar that they'd agreed to meet at. "Annnnd here we go! We come here every week if we can."

"So you guys do this often? Hang out together and stuff?"

"Well, yeah. I guess." He held the door open for her.

"It wasn't like this where I was. A lot of people kept to themselves." 

"I hope you like it!"

"Oh, I do." She grinned and stepped inside the dimly lit area.

Hizashi was close behind her, squinting about until he saw the tall, thin form of Toshinori poking up from a booth in the back. "Hey hey heyyyy," he called out, waving madly.

"Crap," Aizawa sighed. He was slumped comfortably against the padded seat nursing a mug of beer.

"You knew they were coming," Yagi reminded him. He waved back, and the blond man slid into the booth after a quick glance. He held an arm invitingly out and Elly followed.

Aizawa frowned. Not willing to let her sit next to me, are you, old friend?

"Hi," Elly grinned.

"Just a booth? I thought more peeps were comin'." Hizashi reached for a menu to pass to Elly, who let out a soft miaow of delight.

"It's just us." Yagi took a closer look at the cat woman. He had been introduced, of course, but regrettably hadn't been there for the now-infamous mock fight she'd had with Eraser. She was pale, but he noted Yamada caused pretty spots of color to bloom in her cheeks almost every time he spoke to her. The cat ears and tail weren't her only feline features, when she laughed he spotted the fangs that had nicked Aizawa so badly during their test fight. He caught the voice hero staring at him and realized he'd been scrutinizing her. He coughed loudly, whipping a hand up so as not to bleed on the table.

"Gross, Yagi," Hizashi chuckled, relaxing.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Ah... so, you two really hit it off, huh?"

"Yeah!" Hizashi glanced over and saw their fingers touching lightly on the table. Biting his lower lip as he grinned, he reached a little further and curled his hand around hers. Elly smiled back, positively glowing.

"They're going to make me vomit," Aizawa groaned.

"I think they're cute together."

"Ngh." Aizawa grunted and flagged their waiter down, thrusting his empty beer in front of him and holding up two fingers. He banged the empty mug down and waited impatiently.

"Yep." Elly smiled. "So weird, you know? I never thought I was going to date anyone here."

"I never thought she was gonna be so pretty," Hizashi squealed.

"You're lazy," Aizawa grunted bluntly. His tired eyes focused on his friend. "I looked up her files when Nezu informed us she would be coming."

"Aizawa," Elly interjected gently, "if you had, wouldn't you have known how I fight?"

The scruffy man froze. How was he supposed to admit that when he'd seen her picture he had come nearly undone? He hadn't read her file, just stared at her. Those ears... all he could think about was rubbing them. Would they be as velvety as they looked? Would she purr? And don't even think about her tail when it's there in front of you, he scolded himself. Don't. Thankfully, his beers came and he busied himself with drinking as much as he could. The others tactfully ignored his remarks and kept on with their conversation.

"How long are you staying?" Yagi asked quietly.

Hizashi completely froze. His green eyes appeared puzzled, then worried. "Elly?"

"I have a partial work visa," she admitted nervously. "90 days."

"Baby, no," he whispered.

"Oh, I didn't mean..." Yagi sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

"S'okay. I knew, I was just trying not to think about it." Elly dabbed at her eyes with a napkin, struggling to hold back the tears that wanted to burst forth. Hizashi's wounded expression only made her want to cry more. She couldn't leave him - she just couldn't. It would cause her physical pain for so many different reasons. "I could apply for an extension," she suggested faintly.

Yagi was panicking just as much as the couple was. Unbeknownst to many, Toshinori was a secret romanticist. If his coworkers were as smitten as they looked, he couldn't bear to see them ripped apart. He whipped his phone out and searched hurriedly online, flinching at Yamada's pathetic whimpers.

"Quit crying." Aizawa slapped the center of the table forcefully, startling all of them. "There's a logical solution to this, like everything. We just have to find it."

"Shota," Hizashi murmured gratefully.

"Well? You seem to have an idea." The dark haired man glanced over Yagi's shoulder.

"What would it take for the longest extension she could get?" Hizashi chimed in. 

Elly pursed her lips. "Well, obviously..."

"Work." Yagi completed her sentence for her. He looked up from where he had been scrolling busily through his phone and held it out for them all to see. "Like when I was in America. Look - if we can take her on as an employee at UA, she can stay between three months to... hey. Five years. It depends."

Aizawa grinned his manic grin and clapped the frail-looking man on his back. "Good job," he told him, ignoring his surprised cough.

"Nezu has to approve it," Hizashi fussed, scrolling frantically through the website.

"He might be persuaded if we band together."

"What about when that time is up, though?" She fretted.

Hizashi had found something very interesting on the page. He reached out and took her hand in his again, squeezing it gently. "I think I might be able to fix things ...later," he said, his voice deepening. Aizawa jerked his head about at the different tone. Hizashi Yamada's serious voice was something he rarely heard. He was immediately on guard, his grey eyes narrowing as his mind raced through several possible scenarios. It wasn't long before they snapped open, the whites accented by shot lines of bleary red. It was partially the extremely shy blush on his friend's face that gave it away, but logically the only solution to her staying as long as she wanted could only be ... that.

He stared incredulously at him and the blond man dropped his gaze, completely embarrassed at seeing Shota had guessed.

You idiot..!

Elly was smiling again, pushing away any bad thoughts with the hope that her new friends gave her. She clapped her hands once and bowed an awkward little half-bow. "Thank you so much for doing this."

Yagi smiled. "No problem," he told her in fluid english, popping into the strong form of All Might for a second and giving her a thumbs-up. He was genuinely fond of this little lady. 

Aizawa, however, scoffed, whipping his head to the side in an effort to hide his face. "Tch."

"That's his way of saying 'you're welcome'," Hizashi told her with a snicker.

No one else showed up that night and the four of them ate, drank and joked comfortably after that. After four beers even Aizawa seemed to shake off his melancholy, meaning he'd retreated to a corner of the booth and had been snoring lightly, oblivious to what was going on around him. Hizashi excused them after a couple of hours, saying that they had to rest up before the broadcast they were scheduled to do that night. 

"Ugh," he complained lightly when they were standing in front of her room again. "Time goes too fast when I'm with you!" He made a face and Elly nodded.

"I know the feeling. I'll see you soon, though." She looked up expectantly.

"Mmm, I know." Hizashi leaned in for a goodnight kiss. This time he lingered longer than he normally did, relishing the feel of her mouth on his own and more confident that she felt strongly about him. As he did, he felt her arms sliding caressingly up his chest and around his shoulders, drawing him closer. Elly's hands slid up the back of his neck to hold him as if she never wanted to let go. He shivered with pleasure, relishing the feeling when she dragged over his necklaces and they caught a bit of the hair on his neck. The ticklish touch mixed with the little bite of pain made everything seem more real. That was good - very good, in fact, because he was having a problem distinguishing from reality and a dream right now. Her body simply felt so soft and willing against his, so perfect. He slowly wrapped his long arms around her waist and flicked his tongue out, licking lightly but not pressing. She met his gentle probing with some of her own, and they were soon locked in a deep, passionate kiss. After a few solid minutes that didn't feel like any time at all to both of them, they parted with a moist sound. 

Hizashi sighed shakily. "I'll text before I come get you for the broadcast," he murmured into her neck. "Keep your phone close." She was clinging to him now, and he felt he could simply step inside the little hotel room and just as easily slip into her bed. The thought warmed him inside, but he wasn't quite sure and he didn't want to ruin what they had by moving faster than they already were. He did know that he was glad he was in his casual clothing and not the tight leather pants. He might have to think of some way to cope with that later, but for now he held his hips back so she couldn't feel how amazingly hard she had made him. 

"Okay," she whispered, hugging him once more before letting him go.

"Get some sleep before then, okay baby?" He smiled at her. "You know the time, and it's early-early-early." He accented each "early" with a gentle poke to the tip of her nose. 

She smiled. "Beep."