Sometimes it Happened

Sometimes a Hero died in the call of duty. It was the cost of protecting the public and putting others above the safety of your own person.

Sometimes it happened.

All heroes knew it.

There had been such an incident with Hizashi and Aizawa's friend when they were younger. And, unfortunately, it happened again in their later years.

Elly sat in her living room, her eyes wide and so pale they were almost all white. In her hands she held Present Mic's leather jacket, ripped down one side and burned on the other. Her ears lay so far back they were hidden in her short hair, and she was shaking.

Aizawa pulled out his phone and mirrored it on the television, bringing up a specific video that had been recorded years ago.

Hizashi popped onto the screen. He sat in a chair in what looked to be the faculty lounge, but that wasn't what she was focusing on. Her mind numb, she watched, knowing that he was gone. He was dressed casually in his favorite outfit, his blond hair pulled up into a messy bun.

"Ches," he began softly. "My sweet baby princess." His voice faltered, but then he sighed deeply and smiled. "I recorded this video - hopefully by now it's a long time ago -- just in case. I know this is gonna be hard for you. Please, please listen to me - I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Don't wanna be here," she whispered brokenly. "Wanna be with you, Zashi."

"I know you want to be with me," Hizashi's image said at nearly the same time. Aizawa flinched; never had he seen two people's souls so tightly entwined that they could speak with each other beyond the grave. It hurt him to see her so completely broken, clinging to his friend's torn jacket as she watched this video.

"But you can't, baby. It's not your time. I want you safe." He paused, then reached up and pushed his red glasses up, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "To that end, Aizawa Shota is going to move in with you. We already discussed this and he's agreed to do it. Everything is taken care of. He doesn't need much space and he sleeps in that stupid yellow bag of his..." He grinned, thinking at the time that the scruffy man would be by her side and hear all of this. "Listen to him. He's gonna be your lifeline to keep you going."

Aizawa nodded. There was no way he would break his promise to his best friend. And neither would he fail the woman he had fallen in love with.

He had thought it was secret, that no one knew. But a few years ago - before Hizashi asked her to move in with him -- he had asked him if he would do him a favor.

Aizawa looked up, alerted by the other man's low tone. His friend's voice got deep when he was serious, so he knew something was up. "What is it?"

"Look, Shota, I - I might be wrong about this. But we've been friends a long time, and I bet my hunch is on the mark. You like Ches, don't you?"

"What." He stared at him with eyes suddenly more bloodshot than usual. "Hizashi, that's your girlfr -"

"I know, an' I know you're not gonna try nothin'. I just need to know how you feel about her. Honestly. It's very important."

Aizawa sighed deeply, placing a weary hand over his eyes. He stayed like that for a few minutes, but Hizashi waited patiently. After a time he slowly dragged his hand down his face and looked his best friend directly in the eyes.

"I'm in love with her, yes."

"Good," he blurted out.

"Excuse me?"

"Good," he repeated. "Sho, I need to ask a favor. If anything happens to me..."

Aizawa's eyes widened, realizing what he was about to ask. "Hizashi."

"Promise me you'll stay by her side," he pressed on, unperturbed. "I need to know that someone who loves her is there. She's - she's got no one else. She might hurt herself." He flapped a hand at him when he opened his mouth to retort. "Shush up, an' listen. Ches needs a lot of love. You've got that. Even if you don't like her that way anymore, I trust you to make sure she's safe an' she comes back from ...well, that. If I'm gone."

He agreed.

He couldn't lose another friend, especially one he cared for this deeply.

Aizawa shook those old memories away to return to the sad present. The Voice Hero was addressing his girlfriend one final time on the recording.

"The universe ain't gonna let us be apart forever, honey. I promise." Hizashi held a hand up, and Elly placed her palm on his when he did it. Aizawa ducked down into his capture weapon and bit his tongue, hard, to stay his tears. Her eyes... he looked away when she moved to kiss the screen.

"'Cause I love you more than anything in this world ...or the next."

"I love you too," she choked. "Only you." The playback stopped and she wobbled unsteadily on her knees before crumpling to the floor. The jacket slid out of her arms as she reached up to yank at her hair.

"No." Aizawa grabbed her quickly, pulling her arms down and holding her in a tight embrace. "Don't hurt yourself."

"Please let me go!" She struggled but he set his jaw and tightened his arms, locking her in a gentle but firm grip. "Please Aizawa - I cuh - can't, I can't live without him!"

"No." He stayed as emotionless as possible, his voice flatly logical. "As difficult as it is, he wanted you to stay."

"I - I can't! No! My baby, nooo!"

He took a breath and stayed very still.

"He was the only good thing I had, 'Zawa," she shrieked so loudly that he winced. That had to have hurt her throat because her next sentence came out hoarse and strained. "He was my everything. I need my Hizashi!" She dissolved into a weeping, shaky mess, clutching at his tracksuit in desperation. She flickered in and out of sight but didn't have enough control over her quirk to completely activate it. It fluctuated randomly as she wept.

"And I need you to stay," he murmured, knowing she wouldn't hear in her state. He picked her up and carried her to bed, sitting down with her as she cried. There were no words anymore; she simply screamed until she quite literally passed out.

Aizawa glanced at the clock.

11:00 P.M.

It was going to be a very long night. He closed his tired eyes and prayed with all his might that she would heal some day.

He could wait.

Promises aside, he would not let her hurt forever.

-

The lava lamp on the nightstand cast a golden glow over Elly's form as she writhed in sorrow on her bed.

"No, no ...<i>my baby</i>!"

"Ches?!" Hizashi was torn out of sleep by his girlfriend's soft wailing beside him. He squeezed her side where his arm lay draped over her gently. "Ches. Yer havin' a bad dream."

She was crying in her sleep, her hands balled into fists and her body shaking. He brushed her forehead briefly and shivered at the touch of clammy skin.

Elly whined loudly and then moaned, a lost sound that tore at his heart.

He rolled over, planting his hand firmly on the bed so he could lean over her. "Hey, princess," he crooned, kissing her tear-stained cheek as his hand cupped the other side of her face. "Hey. Yer safe at home."

Her eyelids twitched, then cracked slowly open. She stared at him blankly for a moment and he frowned with concern when he saw her eyes had paled drastically. They were barely lavender, a striking contrast to her normal deep, dark purple.

"H - Hizashi?"

"Yeah baby," he murmured. "You were havin' a nightm -"

Tears gushed everywhere as she threw her arms around his bare shoulders. "Oh god, you're okay. <i>You're okay</i>!"

"Whoa!" His greenish-gold eyes popped wide open. "Yeah, I'm fine! Everything's okay!"

Elly curled her tail around him as she grabbed a double fistful of his long, blond hair. He winced but she didn't tug, just held it and started sobbing harder.

"Hey. It's okay." Hizashi rolled backwards, scooping her into his lap. She let go of his hair when he started rocking her tenderly in his arms, humming with his lips pressed onto her neck. The vibrations from his quirk always soothed her, so he kept it up between words as he spoke. "I'm here, it's okay, Zashi will make it better. Just relax, sweetheart."

It took a full ten minutes or more before she was calm enough to speak. "I dreamed I lost you," she whined. "Zashi, I can't ever. I don't wanna think about it!"

Hizashi sighed sadly. "Oh, Ches," he whispered. "I wanna tell you that'll never happen, but ya know I can't."

"I <i>know</i>!" She sniffled and rushed on, eager to get it the dream of her head so it might go away. "And you had Shota watching me and he wouldn't let me - he ..."

"Oh," he said in a small voice.

"What?"

"I, uh, actually..." Hizashi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking aside. "I kinda <i>did</i> ask Sho to look after you if anything happens to me."

"What the hell?!"

"'Course I did," he retorted hotly. "He's our friend an' he would do whatever it takes to kerp ya safe. I don't want you hurting yourself, ever."

She squirmed uncomfortably. "I guess I understand that. I don't know wh - what I'd do if I lost you." The mere thought was enough to make her start to shake all over again.

"Hey, heyyy now. M'still here. An' even if that happens, ya know I'll love you forever. Nothing can <i>ever</i> change that."

She buried her face in his neck and listened to him sing softly to her. Her eyes grew heavy, and he lay down again with her, pulling the blankets up over them both.

Hizashi watched her for a long while after he was certain her breathing had slowed and she was really asleep. He rubbed his lightly stubbled face in thought.

"I may hafta step up my plans here, babe," he murmured. "I hope you don't think I'm rushing shit, but I think you'd be happier if we got married sooner than later." 

Nobody Does it Better

Present Mic was having a bad day.

The last person he saved on patrol had been a woman that accused him of grabbing her inappropriately - camera evidence at a local store cleared him, but it still rankled -- especially since the media coverage on that was still going strong. One of the new students this morning had casually stated, as one or two always did, that he wasn't a Pro Hero.

He'd corrected that quickly with a very non-English test, to be sure.

But the ingratitude, the slights, the 'just a guy that yells' insults had finally been too much.

And if that wasn't enough, Hizashi Yamada was having a shitty day, too. He'd been cut off in traffic multiple times, the last package of coveted snacks in the convenience store snatched up by an ungrateful toddler who chewed the top off, ruining it, and threw it onto the floor. Worst yet, his favorite two-in-one shampoo was getting discontinued.

All together, it was simply too much.

"I try to be positive, always positive. I try to do things that make others smile."

"You do a lot, sweetie. You have too many jobs, is all." Elly stroked his long, blond hair as he lay dejectedly on their bed.

"It fails. I fail. I can say something like, 'I support you! Hooray' and don't you know it, folks will be claiming I'm worse than Hitler, or racist, or some kind of 'phobe." He fell flat onto the bed, facedown with his arms spread. His voice was muffled as he kept speaking into the pillow. "An' the worst part? The freakin' silence! The times I do all I can and no one cares. But, yanno, big strong burly hero number dickety-two comes out sayin' he likes the color purple and everyone applauds!"

She sighed inaudibly, her eyes filled with as much if not more pain than her boyfriend's. She absolutely hated to see him so down and though it was rare, it did happen occasionally. But she didn't interrupt again, just let him ramble on for ten minutes or so until he was silent.

"Feel better?"

Hizashi grunted. "Maybe." He turned his face to the side, his eyes bleary. "Ya got any ideas on how I can calm the frick down before my nine o'clock gig? I may need to be wired as Mic, but not like, murderous."

"Oh, I may have some."

"Do they involve me having to move at all?"

She burst out laughing and shook her head. "Not if you don't want to. All you need to do is roll over so I can take your socks off. I'll be right back."

He flopped carelessly around on the bed while she rummaged about in the bathroom. When she came back he was propped partially up on the headboard with his white slacks pulled up and socks gone. He'd also removed his black dress shirt and wore only the tighter, red t-shirt that had been underneath.

"Figured I could at least pull 'em off for ya." He grinned at her, though she could see the strain in the set of his mouth. He'd taken his glasses off before, so his gaze was slightly unfocused. He didn't know what she had in her hands or what she intended, though it was fairly obvious.

"Aw." She set the bath stool down so she could sit and reached out to take gentle hold of one of his ankles. "Just try to relax, sweetheart."

"Mmfft." He sighed and closed his eyes as she washed his foot with a warm, soft cloth. The other was next, and then she took hold of the first again and rubbed, massaging the aching spots. "Heyyyy now," he murmured drowsily. "Thas' pretty sweet. Guy could get used to this..."

"Oh, hush," she laughed softly. "I'd do so much more for you, Hizashi."

He hummed quietly in the stillness of the room. "Mmn. I love it when you say stuff like that, babe."

Elly pushed the bucket and lotion bottle off to the side and climbed up onto the bed. "You want to lay with me, then, while I tell you how much I love you?"

"If you're okay with bein' cuddled to bits, be my guest!" He held his arms out and she snuggled into his embrace.

"I know you feel like you're not good enough, especially when people look down on you." She nuzzled into his neck and kissed the underside of his chin. "They don't know you like I do. You're amazing - I'm always in awe of your energy. You don't quit! You're so smart and sexy I sometimes wonder how I ended up with you."

His eyes teared up. "Babe," he choked, taking her hands in his. "S'other way around, you know. I didn't ask you out for so long in the beginning 'cause I thought you were too good for me."

"Good thing we found out we liked each other. I don't know how I could live without you." She said it so easily, a statement of pure fact, that his throat closed up. A tiny squeak was all that came out as he pressed her knuckles to his lips, his eyes wide and full of love. "It's true," she murmured. "It may not be healthy, but you're my everything."

"Oh god, baby," he moaned, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he laid his head back on the pillow.

"Is that it, Zashi honey? You want praise?"

He shivered hard all over and quickly grasped her around the waist, mashing his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. His hands squeezed hers and his tongue wrestled her own so forcefully he took her breath away.

"Oh god," she gasped when they parted. "My god, you're so fucking hot." She twisted her hands in his shirt, pulling him up for another greedy kiss. Hizashi groaned; his girl didn't swear often when they were fooling around and to make her lose control like that ...

"Yer drivin' me crazy," he gasped. Then he remembered she loved that look he got when he was feeling the better end of a fight and carefully pulled himself above her. He squinted with a dangerous smirk, one eye wide and the other squinted as he leered down at her on the bed. "So, hey, babygirl, how's about you let me vent a little - frustration -- out on you?"

She bit her lip and squirmed around, twisting the bedsheets underneath her. "I dare you."

He inhaled sharply, taking a deep breath. Her ears laid back and her dark eyes glittered wickedly.

"Nahhhhhh," he teased, letting the air out as a soft exhalation instead to blow on one sensitive ear. "You'd like that, wouldn't you baby? You wanna get wrecked by my quirk?"

Elly wet her dry lips with a quick pass of her tongue. "It's a bit of a fantasy, yes. But you destroy me too easily anyway."

"I know," he mourned sadly. "One little look and you go all to pieces. But you're soooo cute when ya do." He loosened his zipper and thrust a hand into the waistband of his pants while staring lewdly at her.

She choked and grabbed at his neck. "Sh - shit, Mikey, I need you in me right now."

Hizashi shivered when she used the nickname she gave his hero persona. It was in the look, the attitude he was showing her and she picked up on it right away. "Hold on then, sweetheart," he hummed, curling his tongue over his upper lip. "I've got somethin' really special lined up for my number-one listener." He did a slow reveal of his lower body, pulling his white jeans off and cupping the bulge in his maroon boxer briefs.

"Yes," she whispered, falling back as he planted his knees on either side of her on the bed. She wriggled out of her underwear while he hooked a finger in his waistband to do the same. "Quick. Don't worry about foreplay -"

"Say what?" He paused in the act of kicking the briefs off.

"Do me just like that. Don't bother taking anything else off."

"Ohhh baby, I know how hot that gets ya. You just waitin' for the drop?" He teased, nipping at her neck. "I'm ready if you are."

"More than ready. I want you so bad."

"Hey, yer makin' me sweat, here," he murmured. "Layin' it on a little thick for my benefit, hmm?" He rubbed his hard length on her thigh and she whimpered. "Or d'ya really want Present Mic to fuck you senseless?"

"Yes!"

He leveled the full impact of his wicked grin at her and hummed lowly, adding just a touch of his quirk so she could feel the ripples in the air. "Then scream, babygirl. Beg so that everyone in the complex knows you want me."

Elly's face blushed so hard her cheeks looked almost as purple as her hair. He meant it, and when he gave ultimatums he always went over the top. At least it would give the others fair warning. She took a deep breath.

"Please, I want you, Mic! Take me, Voice Hero!"

"Holy shit, that's hot." He shuddered, licking his lips. Then he paused, his head cocking to the side. "Uh... well, sounds like they did hear ya."

"Give it to her already!" Kayama could be heard yelling out her window across the way. "I sounded the alarm, we're all set!"

Hizashi coughed lightly. After several particularly noisy lovemaking sessions, the staff had come up with a text alert system. When any of them realized the couple was about to throw down, they would send a text alert to the other residents. Most had noise-cancelling headphones on hand and would pop them in, besides setting aside anything fragile they were working on.

"Well?"

"A'ight, you asked for it." He positioned himself and thrust, slowly at first and sighing as he was enveloped in her heat. "Ohh man, you are gonna get it tonight."

"Hope so!" She arched her back with a shaky smile and threw her arms around his neck.

"Awright, then. Let's get loud!" He flung himself into the act with all his energy.

Elly was in absolute heaven.

She loved her boyfriend's endless enthusiasm and cheerful nature. Seeing him so unhappy before had been terrible, but here he was giving his all once more. His mood lightened as he pounded into her again and again.

"You likin' this beat, baby?" Hizashi panted roughly, gripping her hips in both hands and bucking rhythmically into her. "Or d'ya need me to - ahhh -- up the tempo?"

"S - so good!"

"Perfect mix then?" He grinned down at her, his golden hair swaying with his movements about his shoulders. His green eyes were dark, the spiraled pupils seeming to whirl with intensity as he neared his climax.

"Mic..!" She groaned despite her mounting pleasure. Then she laughed. "Hizashi. I love you."

"Heh," he hummed happily as he strained forward. "Love you, too. M'close, you there?"

"F - faster," she moaned. "Faster, sweetie!"

Hizashi threw his head back and doubled his efforts. His hair had grown damp, swinging thickly in clumped strands against his flushed cheeks. Sweat rolled down his neck and caught in the collar of his t-shirt, where only slightly farther down his necklaces bounced with every thrust. Ignoring everything except the mounting pleasure and the increasingly louder cries of his woman under him, he kept on.

"Aah, aah, aaahhh!" Every breath was hoarse now, every exhalation a cry out. His concentration switched, as it always did, to keeping his quirk at least marginally in control. One way to do that was to muffle himself, and the Voice Hero thought that was a very good idea to do right now. His lungs felt like they were about to burst with the pent-up energy coursing through him.

Elly tensed, her nails digging lightly into his back and her body shaking. "Zashi!"

He quickly grasped his pillow off the side of the bed and stuffed it against his mouth, tilting his head toward the ceiling. His scream was primal, and, though muffled, still shook the entire building.

He didn't break anything, though. That was the idea, after all.

The pillow dropped to his side and he knelt, chest heaving, thighs trembling as he pulled himself back from the mind-numbing orgasm he'd just had.

"Hey, you okay?" She placed a gentle hand on his wrist.

"Nmm. Y - yeah, princess. M'great, actually. That was just what I needed." He swept his hair back with one hand, grimacing at all the wet. "Fuuckkk. That ...and a shower."

"Good. Just remember I love you," she told him, kissing him firmly on the mouth. "You're my absolute favorite hero."

Counseling Sessions: Dating

"What do you think about that one Hero school not lettin' the kids date?" Hizashi flopped down onto their couch, flipping his house slippers off and wiggling his toes. "The students were talking about it today in class."

Elly pursed her lips. "Dating does cause chaos," she said with a wry smile. "But denying people what's natural never works out well in the end."

"You start datin' early?" He yawned and reached out to curl an arm about her shoulders.

"No. In fact, the only time I was asked out by a boy she told me I couldn't go. Everyone else was dating, by the way. And his parents were coming along. But... nope. She denied me that."

"Aww. That sucks. Wait, though - the only time? No one ever asked ya out?!"

"No. By High school I was the scapegoat of the entire school. But in earlier years, I might have been okay, if it hadn't been for my mother. She taught me anything about growing up and liking boys was bad.

"I kissed a boy on the cheek once - barely, by the way, I did it, the ran off -- in Elementary school. My mom heard me talking about it and told me nice girls didn't do that." She paused, her brow creasing as she frowned. "In Middle school a boy I liked called me and started saying sexual stuff but - but I didn't know what it meant. He asked if I could bike out to see him, and my mom must have been listening in on the call because when I went out she did, too. She drove up and down the street with this scary, mean look on her face to intimidate me to come back home. All I thought was going to happen was we'd hold hands or kiss, maybe."

"You went back right away, huh?"

"Oh god, Zashi, I was <i>terrified</i>! I came right back and she asked if I wanted to be a whore. That was it, a nasty accusation and then she ignored me. No talk, no chance to explain my side of the story. I was just supposed to be innocent forever, except she never believed I was." She snuggled deeper into his arms. "At seventeen, I finally got a date. Oh, he didn't ask <i>me</i>, it was this weird mixup thing. Anyway, the important part was I came home once after we'd dated awhile with this tiny mark just under my chin on my throat."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah," she said sourly. "Again, <i>nice</i> girls didn't <i>do</i> that. Do what? Make out? Explore their own fucking sexuality? I had sex the minute I could to spite her, but I didn't learn what an orgasm was or how to masturbate until I was twenty-three!"

Hizashi nibbled on her neck, his mind racing. "Twenty-three?!"

"Yep. Never felt safe enough in my own home to experiment. Also, from all her shit, didn't feel right. If I did that stuff, I felt bad. And no one taught girls about their pleasure spots, so I thought you just rammed something inside repeatedly to come."

"Oh, <i>sweetheart</i>," he groaned, his eyes tightly shut. Then a thought struck him so frightening that he immediately broke out into a cold sweat. He pulled back to stare into her eyes.  "You're okay with stuff now though, right?"

"You make me feel safe," Elly said softly.

Hizashi grew limp with relief as he teared up a little. "Aww."

"Plus I'm older now, and have gone into therapy, besides becoming a therapist. I worked really hard to heal even this much."

The Voice Hero sniffled, though he was smiling at her. "I love you," he said simply.

"I love you too, Zashi." She hugged him tight.

"You wanna, uh ...go spite yer upbringing some more?" He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. "I bet I could make you feel so good it might take some of those nasty thoughts away."

"I bet you can," she giggled, relaxing into his arms as he picked her up. 

Surprise Houseguest

There was a lot to be worried about.

The mysterious quirk-induced illness released onto U.A's campus had to be stopped from spreading into the city at all costs. Nezu had issued a hasty but firm order that everyone stay right where they were at the time. No one was allowed out.

But he wasn't worried.

Hizashi knew they wouldn't run out of food or water. Some of the students here had food-creating quirks and the cafeteria was fully stocked besides. The staff in charge said they knew how to supply them with food without endangering anyone. As his colleagues both in the school and professional heroism, he trusted them.

He wasn't even worrying about living with the woman of his dreams for an unknown amount of time. Elly had been visiting him when the order had come through, and it was now evening. The blond man sat stiffly on his couch with his eyes wide and showing a lot of the whites.

He.

Wasn't.

Worried.

He was downright petrified.

Although...

Panicking is a much better word, he thought as he stared moodily at the glow from his phone.

Mic: So cause of the quarantine we're stuck together! She's showering right now!

Eraserhead: People normally do that, Hizashi.

Mic: She's gonna wear my clothes!!!!!!!!!

Eraserhead: I think you missed a few exclamation points on that last text.

Mic: I'M SERIOUS!

Eraserhead: Relax. So she wears your stuff. What's wrong with that?

Mic: Nothing! But you idiot, you know how HOT she's gonna look wearing one of my shirts???!!

Eraserhead: You're too loud even when you text.

Mic: HELP MEEEEE

Eraserhead: Think about bugs then.

Mic: That's not helping! :c He tossed his phone onto a nearby table, groaning.

Okay, okay ... don't freak. Hizashi tugged at the collar of his tank top, fidgeting as his mind raced. I gave her an old pair of sweatpants, s'not like she's gonna be n - His mind went blank when the door opened and she walked out.

Elly's short, layered purple hair was damp and laying down instead of winged out at the sides like he normally saw her. It gave her a softer look as she stood there in the hallway. She was holding his pants out towards him with an apologetic look.

"They, uh... they just wouldn't stay up."

She was decently covered, but his Justice Radio t-shirt was so large it slipped down on one shoulder, exposing a smooth expanse of creamy skin. Her legs were bare and he jerked his gaze away, blushing, when he realized he was staring.

"We'll think of somethin'," he managed to croak out of his rapidly tightening throat as he took the pants from her.

"Mmmn, yeah." She rubbed the back of her head and looked around. "Anyway... you have that extra blanket on the couch. I'll sleep out here."

"Wha - no way." He shook his head rapidly, dismissing the idea. "Nuh uh, babe. My house, my rules - guests get the bed. 'Specially smokin' hot ones wearin' my old shirts," he added under his breath.

Her ears twitched, brows drawing together in concern. "We don't know how long this will be. I don't want you sleeping on the couch. We could just share the bed."

His heart nearly stopped beating, and then it jerked crazily in his chest as it began to pound.

Reject that! It's just her being kind!

"Uh, nahhh... that's okay. I have a really comfy couch. It's, uh, totes okay. See?" He stretched out, grinning abashedly when his long legs stuck far off the end.

"Yamada." Elly smiled and tried another tactic. "I don't mind. I trust you."

"Ughhh," he groaned miserably. "I guess I'm just so safe." His mustache wiggled as he pouted outrageously with his lower lip thrust out. He folded his arms and huffed in annoyance. "I am a man, you know."

One eyebrow shot up at his comment. She walked closer, bending down to sit slowly beside him. "I know. You're a good man."

"Doesn't mean I don't get tempted," he grumbled under his breath with his eyes downcast.

"Would you rather me be afraid of you?"

"Oh! No, I just ... crap." He rolled over and sat up, placing his head between his knees. "M'tired of bein' treated like I'm such a good guy -"

A smile curved her lips up partway. "Says the Pro Hero."

Hizashi's head snapped up, his eyes suddenly dangerous. Her smile froze as he stared hard at her, one eye squinted and the other wide with intent. "Yeah. But when I'm like this, I'm just a man, babe. Especially with you."

Her ears flicked back as her cheeks started to flush with color. Hizashi watched with interest; he wasn't sure if she was angry or embarrassed. Either one might earn him a slap, though, so he winced when she raised her hand towards him.

"Hey," she said quietly. "I'm not gonna hit you, Mr. Man." Her fingertips grazed his cheek. "I promise."

"Heh." He cleared his throat. "I, uh - guess I expected it. Pushin' my luck too far is kinda my thing, ya know?" His foot tapped nervously on the floor in a restless staccato.

"Uh huh."

"Errr... so, with that in mind, I'd really like it if you'd call me by my given name. 'Specially since we're going to be roommates for awhile."

She blinked, startled at last. "Hizashi?"

"Yeah."

"I can do that." Elly stood up and walked back to the hall. Once innthe opening she turned and smiled sweetly at him. "Good night, 'Zashi."

She gave me a nickname already!

He sighed wistfully and yanked the polar fleece blanket from the back of the couch over himself. It depicted two wolves howling at a full moon in all its glowing glory. "G'night."

Hizashi knew he was going to dream this night.

He was woken up minutes, maybe hours later - he wasn't sure which -- by someone calling his name.

"Z - Zashi? You up?"

He rubbed at his eyes, confused, then remembered Elly was staying over. She sounded scared and that triggered a crushing wave of protectiveness to sweep over him.

"Ches? M'here!" He stumbled up, cursing when the blanket tangled his legs, and rushed towards her shadowy form standing nearby. Elly immediately wrapped her arms tight around him the second he was close enough. He gasped loudly, his eyes popping wide open. "Ches?!" He could feel her whole body quivering and squeezed tighter in comfort.

"I'm sorry... I get night terrors. Waking dreams and a lot of horrible things," she confessed with a shudder. "I - I just woke up, and -"

"This isn't yer home, s'confusin'." His speech was slurred with sleep.

"I could smell you, but you weren't there."

Hizashi frowned a little, thinking. "So ... you'd sleep better if I was with ya?" He blinked. "That sounds like the world's worst pickup line," he mourned. "M'not tryna' be a dick, honest."

"I would, though," she answered quietly.

He paused. "Mwha?"

"But you don't want to, and it's okay," she murmured. "I understand you don't feel that way about me."

He pulled back, still holding her, so that he could stare incredulously into her eyes. "What the hell, babe?! Where'd ya get that idea?"

"Y - you didn't want to before..." Elly swallowed hard. Those green-gold eyes with their concentric circles seemed to spin as he directed all his attention on her. Hizashi's face was bare; having been asleep he'd placed his red-rimmed glasses aside on the coffee table next to the couch. She must have alarmed him so much he hadn't grabbed them first. Maybe he couldn't see her properly and that was why he was squinting like that...

"Hullo? Ches? Els?" He leaned in, concerned. "Yer spacin' out on me here." His nose was almost touching hers. She tensed on instinct, not moving for fear of bumping into him and initiating an even more awkward encounter. But Hizashi shook his head. "Uh huh, I think I finally get it. Sorry for being kinda dense."

He cupped the back of her neck in one warm palm and pulled her closer. Her expression grew nervous, and he paused before they made contact. Instead of going right in, he brought one hand up to rub his thumb over her lips, lightly parting them. One raised eyebrow was all the question it took; she realized his intent and nearly melted in his arms.

Hizashi kissed her.

It was as good or better than both had imagined; sweet and full and soft. Neither pressed too hard or got greedy, for this kiss wasn't about lust but love. His mustache brushed her face and she giggled, the fear in her eyes completely gone.

"Okay, up." He scooped her into his arms and she squeaked faintly, surprised by this sudden show of strength. Grinning, he plucked his glasses from where he'd set them before and headed back to the bedroom.

"Oh, hey. You picked the perfect spot on the bed." He set her down where the sheets had been yanked back. "I usually sleep on the left."

"Good," she muttered, distracted now that he was climbing in with her. He flopped onto his side, facing her as she lay on her right.

"Well, c'mere."

Blushing, she inched closer and he chuckled and reached out to pull her into the warmth of his body. "Don't be shy now, babe. Do whatever you need to get comfy."

Elly took a deep breath and, her whole body tingling with anticipation, cuddled into his curved form. She rested her head under his chin and clutched his soft t-shirt in one hand with a shaky sigh. "Thank you," she whispered so low it was almost inaudible.

Hizashi nuzzled into her hair, inhaling deeply. "Mmmn," he hummed in a sleepy voice. "Thank you. Just don't hold it against me if you, ah, get a little more than you bargained for. I won't act on it, but - errr, well, you know..."

Her smile was hidden but he heard it when she spoke. "'Cause you're a man, right Zashi?"

"Mmn hmm. But not just any man. M'all yours, if I read that kiss right." He yawned, settling further into the pillow. "We'll work it out in th'mornin'."

"We've got time," she agreed sleepily.

Mine (Zashi)

"Put him down - or else." Cheshire's striped purple tail swished angrily behind her. She'd caught up with the villain who had captured her partner, and was not pleased with the situation. Present Mic was bound securely to a chair in the middle of the room, a rather normal-looking man standing beside him.

The reason for his easy capture was clearly seen as the man didn't appear to have ears.

"Or what? You're a hero. Heroes don't do anything bad." He paused, then caressed the Voice Hero's cheek with an evil grin. "My hand seems to have slipped... I'm not sorry it did, though."

"Mic is mine," she growled in a deep, guttural tone. "Take your hands off him or I'll shred that stupid smirk right off your face." She flickered out of sight and her voice grew even more gravelly and low pitched. "'Not sorry' my ass, you think that's cute? You've pissed me off, and you're going to have to deal with the consequences without whining like a little bitch that I'm not supposed to act this way."

There was a pause, then a dreadful snarl. "I'll act how I want. Mikey!"

Mic blinked, his wonderfully expressive eyes showing his shock and mixed pleasure at her outrageous claim. Then he remembered the nickname she gave him was their agreed-upon codeword. He screwed his eyes tightly shut, wondering once again what he might see if he watched.

The Insanity Hero did what she did best.

The man eventually passed out with a trickle of foam running down one side of his chin, his eyes bugged out of his head. She checked to make sure he was really out, cuffed him with a zip tie and then unceremoniously kicked him out of the way.

"Bet you're fucking sorry now, bastard." Cheshire tore her paw gloves off, dropping them with a snarl. "And you're lucky I want to free him more than rip your fucking heart out," she added with a hiss.

"Mfft?" Mic's voice shook a little, even while gagged. He wasn't used to hearing her swear like that.

"Yeah. You can look." Her voice was more normal, more Elly instead of her Hero persona. She bent around him and struggled to unfasten his bonds, but he was tied firmly. Growling under her breath, she leaned closer and carefully chewed with her two fangs at one knot until it was weakened.

Mic wrenched his shoulders, breaking free with a grunt. The first thing he did was pull the cloth gag out, gasping as he did.

"I hate it when they mute me!" He rubbed with a grimace at his mouth.

Elly's eyes paled with distress. She touched the rashed corners of his skin with worried fingertips. The rage came back at his slight wounds, and she dropped quickly down beside her discarded gloves to take some deep breaths.

Mic glanced down at her and blinked. "Hey, baby, no. I'm fine - relax." He placed a shaky hand on the back of her neck as she knelt, panting and bent over. "See? No damage at all."

"Sh - shit. Sorry." She reached down and grabbed the villain by the hair. "Let's drop this scum off at the nearest station and finish up here."

The police station was very close. The cops tossed the drugged and frightened man into a holding cell and others started the more menial task involving the Heroes and case paperwork.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those horribly possesive things." She coughed lightly under cover of her hand, turned and smiled at the cop at the desk who was staring at them.

Mic handed over the paperwork that covered his side of the takedown and then gestured for her to sit along a far wall.

"Man, fuck all that politically correct bullshit," he whispered in a low voice. "It was hot." He swallowed hard, then admitted, "I liked it."

Elly sat down in a chair with a thump, her eyes wide. "M - Mic, what?"

"I'm okay with my girl bein' protective of me." He looked slyly down his prescription sunglasses at her in a half squint.

"But - but I'm not -"

"Well I'm offerin' myself then I guess. If you wanna be."

"Oh!" She squeaked faintly and he held her wrist lightly in one hand, seeing as her gloves were back on.

"That a yes?"

She nodded mutely.

"After this is done, how 'bout we head somewhere we can talk in private?"

Talking was not exactly what either had in mind right away, however.

Because the teachers were now living in one of the dorms to better protect the students, they needed to book a room at a love hotel. Hizashi chose one that catered to Pro Hero fans, knowing the likelihood they may be taken for a couple of cosplayers rather than themselves.

Once inside they immediately embraced. Their lips touched and mouths opened on contact in unison, eager to taste the other and gently licking inside.

He not only smelled like leather and bubblegum-like hair products, but he tasted sweet as well. The overactive blond man had a love of sugar and caffeine. The result was a flavorful kiss that caused her to purr in delight.

Eyes closed, she ran her hand up his jacket, the battered leather and zippers rough under her palm, to the smooth expanse of his neck. Trembling, she reached further up. Soft, shorter hair fanned out along the back of his neck but higher was the solid mass only hair products and a lot of effort could produce. The blond tresses here were heavier, solidly packed like a rug but tacky. Their kiss broke but they remained close, foreheads touching.

"It, uh, gets sticky sometimes after I put in a lot of hours," he apologized with a sheepish chuckle after her fingers moved down again.

"It's okay," she murmured, eyes still shut. "I like it."

His green-gold eyes widened with surprise and he moved to hold her closer, tighter against him. His heart was beating so heavily in his chest he almost couldn't breathe. Hizashi's hands caressed her body and his kisses were lighter, gentler ... and near continuous.

No one says that about my hair!

No one did. Everyone either hated it or made fun of it, even his friends. They called him names like "cockatoo" and "banana man", and he knew it was mostly in fun but sometimes it hurt.

He liked his hair.

Of course he did; why the hell else did he style it that way? It took ages, not only growing it out but fixing it up every day. Not to mention washing it out and making sure to condition and take care of the blond tresses so they didn't dry out.

It was a lot of work, but it was a labor of love. And now it looked like she understood that love - shared it, even.

Hizashi trembled, a lopsided grin creeping onto his lips. She felt the curve of his mouth change and parted slightly.

"Zashi? You okay?"

He gasped at her use of his given name. "Better'n okay," he whispered fervently. "Is - is it okay if we just, yanno, uh..." He bit his lip. "I don't wanna jump too far, too fast. I kinda do that a lot but I'll be damned if I do that to us."

"I'm happy to just have you hold me while we kiss," she confessed.

"Ahhh, yer freakin' beautiful, baby," he sighed, his arms tightening around her.

"For now," she added impishly.

Uninhibited (Shota) 2

Aizawa thought that, all things considered, he was a very lucky man.

They saw no one once he was forced off the rooftops to traverse the sidewalk near the hotel. He found the place easy enough and slipped inside quickly and quietly, giving his name in a low tone to the front desk clerk. The young twenty-something year old anthro with a pair of furry ears similar to that of a lion, glanced over at Elly once but said nothing other than the normal pleasantries one expected from a hotel. He asked for ID and a credit card for payment and waited patiently for the scruffy man to produce both.

Aizawa shifted the drowsy cat woman in his arms, holding her on his hip while he dug around in one of his many pockets for his civilian identification. She rested her chin on his shoulder, purring softly and seemingly unconcerned about their location. Her striped tail twitched slowly, the white tips flicking independently of each other.

"You can purchase food and items through the tablet in your room on the nightstand," the clerk told him as he finished processing his payment. "If you need information on your partner's condition, there is an app on the tablet as well. It will reccomend items you may need." He paused, then handed him a slip of plastic. "Here's your card key - you're through there on the left."

"Thanks," Aizawa said shortly and strode inside the brightly carpeted hallway to look for their room. She had drifted off again some time between checking in and him opening the door, so he went immediately to the large bed. He sat down somewhat stiffly with Elly still in his arms. He'd promised her that he wouldn't let go, and he was going to keep that promise. His tired eyes slowly dropped closed as soft bed and warmth of her beside him relaxed him to sleep as well.

It was a quarter of an hour later when he woke. He was comfortable, his head resting on a pillow with a kitten purring beside him. What had brought him out of his slumber was the kitten licking his face.

His bloodshot eyes flew open.

That's no kitten!

"Ches," he choked, and instantly regretted it as speaking gave her an opening to his mouth. An uncharacteristic whimper forced its way out of his throat when her tongue slipped between his lips. He tried to fight the urge to kiss back, but her arms and legs wrapped around him and he was surrounded by her scent, her softness and her low, hungry purring.

Ah, fuck it.

Aizawa cupped the back of her head in one calloused palm and pressed eagerly forward, his mouth covering hers. Elly let out a pleased miaow and doubled her efforts, her hands fisting tight in his tracksuit as they kissed. It wasn't until her writhing body started to rub against him a little too accurately that he gasped and jerked away.

"Ches! Stop!" It wasn't quite as loud as Mic's shouting, but he managed to get his point across very clearly through her heat-induced fog.

Her ears folded back into her hair and she cringed wildly, curling up into a ball. "Sorry ... sorry!"

"No, that's my fault. Hey, wait, it's okay!"

She almost fell off the bed she was shaking so hard. When he reached for her she mewed pathetically and apologized again. "I didn't mean to, really, please don't -"

Aizawa froze in the act of extending a hand in comfort.

Please don't ...what?

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to ask you something."

When Elly looked up he sucked in a lungful of air. Her eyes were filled with tears and as red as his on a bad day. She was biting her lip, the bottom caught in one shining fang with a trickle of blood running down her chin.

"Oh, no ...shit." Aizawa stood and searched the nightstand for some tissues. When he found a small box he pulled a few up and came back to lean over her. She flinched but he ignored that and cupped her chin firmly in one hand. "You're bleeding, kitten. Here. No, don't bite. Let me clean that."

"S -"

"Nope." He pressed a finger to her lips. "No more apologies. There. Now, what the hell am I going to do with you?"

"Hurts."

"I know." He rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger, frowning. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No!"

"All right. Does that mean you consent to a night of sexual activity with me?" His gaze was piercing.

Elly squirmed a little but nodded. "Yes."

Aizawa dropped his eyes and busied himself with tossing the tissues in the trash can. "Yes, well. I'll put this as simply as I can: is this just for one night?"

His bluntness combined with the state she was in caused her to blurt out a truth she had been carefully concealing for months. "Shota, I love you," she husked plaintively.

He fell to his knees as they buckled under him. No one had ever said that to him before. As a teenager he had thought, perhaps, that one day it would happen. But here he was, thirty-one, his appearance haggard, his body scarred beyond belief and only looking to get worse. He had no time for this sort of thing and no one seriously wanted him.

Or so he thought.

How had this happened?

"Ches, I - I'm the one that should be sorry." He dragged himself up onto the bed again. "I couldn't bring myself to believe you feel the way you do. I know you're hurting, so..." He slipped an arm around her and pulled her onto his lap as he sat with his head hanging down and his long hair obscuring his face.

"Shota?"

"I've fallen deeply in love with you as well. Two quick questions: are you on birth control, and do you need or want me to finish inside of you?"

She could barely stammer out a coherent reply. "Yes ... yes."

He took her chin in one hand, looking up into her eyes. His were as bloodshot and tired-looking as always, but they were the softest she had seen.

"Then trust me. Let me know what you need and I'll help you through this." She squirmed around and he grinned, realizing one hand was low on her back. "Is your tail sensitive? Some with tails aren't -" He reached down and grasped the base of striped fur firmly but not too tight.

"Aaah!"

"That's a yes. How's this suit come off?" He slid both hands up her back, checking for a zipper. "Hidden closure?"

Elly swallowed with an audible gulping noise and pointed at her ruffle of chest fur. "Uh huh."

Aizawa made quick and efficient work of both their outfits and the gear that remained on them, folding everything neatly on top of a dresser in the room. She didn't even see his naked body before he was laying on top of her, kissing her neck and pushing her onto the mattress. Her hands could feel the rough scarring on his back, and she gripped him tightly as they writhed together, panting and getting hotter by the minute.

"Shota, wait." Her fingers stroked the back of his head, combing through the messy hair as he sucked recklessly on her neck. "School ... on Monday..."

"Your neck gear will hide any marks," he said, shrugging.

"Ohhh."

He grinned and sucked harder, causing her to shriek softly and wrap her legs around him. "Like that, huh?"

"I - I need..!"

"Yes." He leaned back and she saw his upper body for the first time, as scarred as his back with his defined abdomen flexing in an impressive fashion. He had a lot of hair - everywhere, really -- under his arms, his chest and trailing down his lower belly to where his erection lay stiffly on her thigh. He absently scratched his chest as he stared at the junction between her legs.

"Please," she begged, the blush on her cheeks intensifying.

"I'm not well educated in this type of thing," he confessed bluntly, "but I love you, and will try." He bent to her once more, his mouth finding hers as his hand trailed down her body. Aizawa blinked, surprised at the amount of wetness as he probed gently with his fingers. He had watched porn as a teenager - mostly to shut the guys up when one managed to foist a DVD off their older brother -- and vaguely recalled the anatomy from that and health initiatives over the years. She was much hotter and slicker than he had imagined, and he knew holding back would be futile.

"Is it okay if I try something?" He withdrew, his hair swinging as he moved to sit up again.

"Yes," she gasped eagerly, her hips bucking in sharp little jerks as she yearned towards his absent hand. "Anything. Please."

He chuckled faintly. "All right. I've heard that one doesn't last their first time. Let's see if I can fix those odds by doing this first, instead." He grasped his member in one hand and positioned himself along her needy sex but not inside. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his knees and moved, his intent to slide himself against her swollen clitorus and make them both come. It was awkward in the beginning but he was fit and intent on pleasuring her, so he kept on trying. Eventually he found a rhythm that worked and started to groan as the pressure in his tense body began to mount.

"God, yes," he choked thickly. Now he knew he had chosen correctly; there was no way he could have held back inside her heated body. He was barely going to last a minute here, and he was glad he had rubbed her almost to completion before trying this. "Yes..!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh Shota, yes!"

He grunted, then pressed forward again, rubbing himself faster as she spasmed through her orgasm. "Sh - shit! Ches." He cried out suddenly, dropping his head to her shoulder. Then, harsher, as the weight in his lower half broke sharply, "Ches!" Without thinking he thrust hastily but only managed to stuff the tip of his penis inside. Much of his release spilled onto her open body, trickling along the folds as he came so hard he saw spots.

"Ohhh... wow," she wheezed, her furry ears and hair askew on the pillow.

"We'd better clean you up," he murmured, staring somewhat abashedly at the mess he had made. Vaguely he recalled men being turned on by seeing their semen on or inside another, but all he could think of was how uncomfortable it looked. He reached for the tissue box again and managed to get most of the spillage before muttering something about a shower.

"Mnn." Elly held her arms out, and he smiled.

"You like to be babied, don't you, Ches?"

She nodded. "Not enough love in my life. Especially from my male family members, so-o-o..." She sing-songed the last part, drawing it out and shrugging.

His heart wrenched at the thought but he had surmised as much from previous conversations they'd had. "I can definitely fix that."

She sighed happily as he picked her up. "No one would believe it but me."

He snorted so hard he blew her hair back. "Good. I don't need people thinking I've gone soft."

"Everyone already knows you're gentler and kinder than you let on. But you're not soft when it counts."

He set Elly down on the edge of the tub and ran the taps until the water was lukewarm. Then he adjusted the shower spray while she stood checking out the assorted shampoos and lotions on the counter.

"It's ready," he murmured, turning around to see her standing with two small items in her hands.

She held them up with a grin. "These're the free ones."

Aizawa stared first at her and then the tiny soap and two-in-one hair care bottle. "You could break open a pay soap or something," he told her with a shrug.

She looked shocked. "When these are perfectly good?"

He broke out into a dry laugh that sounded more like a cough. "That's fine, Ches. Whatever you want. For now, though..." He pulled the curtain back and gestured.

"Uh huh." She got in and waited while he did as well. For awhile all they did was wash up, and she let out a contented sigh when done.

"Feel better?" He kissed her cheek from behind, where he was scrubbing her back.

Elly shivered. "Much better."

"Uh huh. Then turn back around. I want to kiss you."

She sighed again and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed, toying with the back of his neck. He rubbed his cheek on hers, brushing his lips lower, and she mewed faintly.

"Is my face too scratchy? I could, uh, shave -"

"No, it's okay. I want to feel your stubble. It's you." The quick, greedy way she spoke more than convinced him.

"Okay, then." His nose nuzzled between her breasts and he lightly flicked one of her nipples with a fingertip to gauge her reaction. When she arched eagerly into his touch he smiled and moved to lick there, his lips teasing the tender flesh while his fingers rubbed the other. He sent Elly into a state of near rapture with his loving touches. She squirmed and whimpered, her hands sliding over his surging shoulders as he moved against her.

"Oh god, Sho," she moaned. "You're - you're so sweet."

"I think I can do better than sweet," he whispered, moving even lower as he sank down on his knees. His hands traced the back of her legs ticklishly and remained there as support as he knelt. Elly shivered, guessing his intent, and struggled to remain still. It was very difficult, especially when he hotly mouthed the inside of her thigh.

His tongue lapped without much knowledge or skill, but enough love and enthusiasm to make up for the lack. He simply listened to her and repeated anything that caused the best reactions. This he did until she was gasping out soft cries on every exhalation, her body trembling under his palms. He slid them under her rear until he had a firmer grip and changed his actions into a kiss, his lips gentle and tongue probing.

Elly felt the difference, and just the knowledge that he was kissing her down there sent her over the edge. She grasped the back of his head, her hands tangling in his dark, wet hair and tugging as she came. He came up for air when she stopped pulling and sagged instead, her legs shaking with exhaustion. He held her steady, looking up with a gentle smile on his face.

"Good?"

"So good," she sighed. "Thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're welcome, but you don't need to thank me, you know. I'm happy to please you."

"Ugh," she groaned as he helped her out of the shower. "You say all the right things, damn it."

Aizawa paused in the act of grabbing a towel. "Are you still hurting badly? I just came awhile ago, so it'll be a bit before I can again." He stared down at his flaccid member, appraising it with a look so critical she had to clap a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"I'm much better. The edge has definitely been taken off." She reached up and took the towel out of his hands to rub his wet hair with. "Besides," she murmured, "that just means I get to love on you a lot more, doesn't it?"

He gave her a suspicious look. "What do you mean by that, exactly?"

"Well, for one, at least let me get your hair a little dryer." She ran her fingers through it a little as she fluffed it out. "I'm surprised it's not tangled at all. It certainly always looks like it is."

"I take enough care of it to avoid that. They hurt, for one."

"Mm hmm. I think you should relax on the bed for the next part."

"I somehow doubt I'll be relaxing." His eyebrows arched dubiously but he went and laid on the mattress, head on the pillow and legs sprawled out with no concern. "Oh. What're you doing?" His voice cracked as she crawled on top of him, bending to kiss him on his chapped lips.

"I just want to give you kisses." Elly gazed into his grey eyes, one finger lightly tracing the half-moon shaped scar underneath his right. She bent to kiss it and he closed his heavy lids with a long, deep sigh.

His skin held so many scars, not just the one on his face. She served every single one she could see a feathery brush of her lips, the longer and bigger ones getting more attention. The roughened skin of his elbow, the much fainter latticework along his ribcage. As she lavished care on his body his breathing picked up and he tossed his head on the pillow.

She moved down until she was dipping her tongue into his navel and trailing lower, her hands ticklishly gentle. One cupped the sacs of skin between his legs and rolled them in a warm palm while he gasped. She felt them draw tighter and smiled, using her other hand to stroke the wild patch of pubic hair preceding his penis, soft no longer. It slid upwards into the curl of her hand and she kissed the tip, her tongue sliding around the darker head.

Aizawa's reaction was impressive. His entire body jerked in place as he gasped her name. The purple head with its perky, furry ears nestled between his thighs bobbed as she took him slowly into her mouth, sucking in as she relaxed her throat muscles. Elly didn't think she wasn't very good at this, but she had some knowledge and was determined to use it all to make him feel as good as possible. She drew back and experimented, kissing the sensitive skin below the dripping head and licking hard.

"Ch - Ches... wait," he panted, gripping the sheets tightly in both hands and twisting. "Fff -! Yes! Like that!"

"Look, Shota," she purred softly, lapping slowly and gently at his stiffening penis. "You got harder much faster than you thought."

"Hnf!" One baleful eye glared at her from the pillow he was sunk deeply in. "The woman I love is sucking my dick. Both things are a first for me, so yes, it produced an erection much quicker than anticipated."

"Cranky." She chuckled, then suckled at the very tip in gentle retaliation at his crankiness. He breathed out all at once, shaking as his thigh and abdomen muscles jerked wildly with pleasure.

"C'mere," he breathed raggedly, rolling to the side as she pulled back. "It's time."

"Yes." She nestled into his embrace as he figured out a comfortable position.

"That okay?"

Her ears lay to the sides, her lips parted and her eyes dreamy. "Almost perfect," she purred enthusiastically. "Now give it to me."

He huffed softly. "Remember, I'm - I'm not..."

"What you are is everything to me."

For perhaps only the second time in his life, Shota Aizawa lost control. If she had said that at any other moment he might have rolled his eyes and made some sort of sarcastic comment. But hearing it now, as he was about to love her for the first time, caused the blush on his cheeks to spread. He threw his head back, summoning every ounce of strength and all his willpower. Elly watched, fascinated. She had never seen a body blusher before. As he grew more aroused, his neck burned blotchy, and then his chest.

And yet he didn't speak again.

His body fit into hers, curving neatly above and filling deliciously below. His mouth covered her own, swallowing her cries as he learned how to love her. Rough breathing, heady panting and the smack of their bellies striking together filled the room. She moved with him, drawing back and bucking forward to meet his every thrust. Aizawa swore once, a guttural sound, as he slipped awkwardly out of her. His return caused a hoarse cry to burst forth from her lips as he angled differently.

Both of them lost track of what happened after that; it was pull and push, give and take, noisy without words and excruciatingly pleasurable. She came first, digging her nails into his back and moaning loudly. He took several minutes longer and his patient, steady lovemaking gave her the gift of a second orgasm. Elly broke out in tears as she was swept up in the intense electric spasm once again, sobbing his name over and over. She felt him shudder powerfully above her and his damp hair flew up in the air. His movements grew erratic, slowing down but his hips jerked more strongly, driving him deeper, an instinctive need to fill her with as much of his seed as he could.

She flopped weakly onto the bed with a dopey grin on her tired features. He pulled out of her body with a grimace, then joined her alongside, curling his arm around her midsection.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice was low and shaky, and when she turned towards him he cupped her face in a cold hand.

"Oh, god no. That was amazing." She frowned, taking his hand and cuddling it to her chest. "Why would you think that?"

"Well ...you, uh. The crying?"

"I got emotional because it was so good," she told him shyly. "All I could think of was - was my - you were inside me." She corrected herself quickly, ducking her head.

Aizawa smiled very, very slowly and rubbed her ears. "Now I'm your...what? Boyfriend? Mate?"

"Is both okay?"

He nodded. "Yes." She drifted off to sleep, perfectly content in his arms with her mating heat satisfied. He waited until her breathing slowed to bend towards her furry ear and whisper, "Why don't we split the difference and say fiance."

The word had a nice sound to it and Shota Aizawa was a practical man. They fit. This was what they both needed and he would see things through.

Also satisfied, in more ways than one, he closed his eyes and slept.

Paternity (Zashi)

"Hey, what's the big idea?" The tall, blond man spun around as his shoulder was poked at from behind. He had showered and changed from Present Mic back to his casual self, but then forgotten some tests he needed to grade and rushed back to campus.

Midnight stood there with her phone in one hand and a serious expression on her face. "Yamada -" She began, but he cut her quickly off.

"I gotta get back home, Ches needs me."

"Some of the public are calling for you to get a paternity test."

Hizashi frowned. "Uh, Kayama..? Why the hell would I need that?"

"Read for yourself," she said drily, holding up her phone. She had pulled up the reddit post in question, now on the front page. It was filled with men agreeing with the idea in a frightening mob; almost every one taking the side that every baby should be tested to prove it was theirs.

Hizashi's face paled as he read. "No way! I love Ches," he whimpered. "I married her because I love and <i>trust</i> her completely. Asking her to do this is saying I don't an' it would be doing it when she's most emotionally vulnerable. She freakin' cried over a rip in a piece of paper the other day!"

"Exactly. This isn't a question when you're married and have no reason to believe your partner is cheating on you. It's controlling - a loyalty test, really -- and that's disgusting."

"Wait... wuh - wait. <i>What?!</i>" Hizashi nearly dropped his phone. "Oh, shit. Oh god. They linked it on twitter and added her!"

"You'd better move fast. You're right that she's an emotional time bomb. This will destroy her if she sees it!" Kayama grabbed his arm and pushed, propelling him out the door. "Quickly, Yamada!"

Elly had seen it.

Hizashi cringed hard the moment he reached the door to their apartment and heard her sobbing inside. He made short work of the lock and darted in, not bothering to take off his shoes.

"M'here, babe!"

Elly was sitting in a pregnant sprawl on their couch with a box of tissues by her side. The pile of wadded up ones all around her was alarming, showing she'd been crying a long while.

"I'll do anything you want," she sobbed, clutching at the open front of his black shirt when he flung himself beside her. "We can get the test done after the baby is born -"

Hizashi's mind reeled. "I don't need that!" He wrapped his arms around her, humming in a soothing fashion. "Look, princess, those're just some stupid assholes on the internet. You're not some one night stand accusing me of getting you pregnant. We're <i>married</i>. We <i>wanted</i> this, an' I'm <i>happy</i>. You're givin' me the most ultimate gift ya can ever give, the most love you can show. What terrible person would question the woman they love like that?!"

"Yeah," she sniffled weakly. "Where's their loyalty test for them, then? How is the married woman supposed to make sure the guy isn't fucking all the bitches."

Hizashi snorted laughter. "'All the bitches.'"

"True, though! He questions her on this, well, when does it stop? What if she stays late at work one day? Does he automatically think she's cheating?" She paused, her ears flat and eyes lit up from within. Hizashi let her go on, rubbing her upper back gently.

"And what about the idiots who are all like, 'if she doesn't want the test and says she's hurt by the lack of trust it <i>proves</i> she's guilty'?" She spat angrily. "Bullshit! They're projecting. Most people would be pissed if they were questioned like this out of the blue. If they felt this way they should've told their prospective wives <i>before</i> marrying them. Then it wouldn't become a trust issue. And she could flat out reject a guy if she knew he was that paranoid."

"Agreed. But we can't ignore them; we're celebrity heroes. How about ya let me handle this one, love?"

"Okay. I'd only rip them apart anyway."

He snickered. "They deserve it, but yeah, no. I'll take 'em down a peg."

A half an hour later the tweet from <b>Present Mic (official)</b> was trending:

'<i>To those sayin I should have a paternity test done on our baby: I love</i> and <i>trust my wife, or I wouldn't've</i> married <i>her. Listen up: don't go there</i>.' 

Uninhibited (Shota) 1

The trio stared at the metal cage the villain had laughingly dumped them in front of. Cheshire, U.A's counselor and Pro Hero, was locked up tightly and unable to help herself. She had been bait they couldn't ignore, and now all of them were imprisoned.

"What did they do to you?" Aizawa knelt by the door, carefully staying away from the bars. She bared her teeth, fangs flashing into view. He took in her posture and the way her pupils were dilated with extreme worry. "Mic, Midnight, this is bad."

Present Mic turned around from where he had been trying to pry open the solid wooden door that locked them in this basement. He looked vulnerable without his gear, neck exposed between the huge collar of his leather jacket. "What?"

"They induced her heat. May have made it worse."

"Uhhh..." His blank stare caused their other partner to sigh in frustration and stomp over. "What, Midnight? Not everyone knows all the quirked out sex stuff like you do!"

The dark-haired woman rolled her eyes at him. "Eraser did," she told him. "What's your excuse?"

"It's a cat thing, a'course he knew." He refrained from saying the truth of the matter - if anything concerned this particular cat woman, Aizawa knew all he could about it. His friend was smitten beyond belief, and he knew it. Mic sat heavily down on the floor beside the cage, his brow drawn tight with worry. "We found her, but now what?!"

Midnight squinted at the Insanity Hero in the cage. She had gasped and flung herself away from Reser the minute he sat near. Though now on the opposite side, she was acting as though she was fighting a powerful force that wanted to pull her towards the scruffy man.

"Erserhead," she said in a curious tone. "Just how much do you like our counselor?"

He jerked his head up, frowning. "What's that got to do with our situation?"

"You're the one she's afraid of, and I think I know why. I have an idea."

Mic dusted off his knees. "So? Spill it."

She gave Aizawa a very amused look. "He's got to entice her to bust out. She's strong enough; she always holds back, is all."

"Entice?" Aizawa's frown grew darker.

"Just... you know. Be sexy. Flirt. You have to make her want you so much she breaks out without thinking." She placed her hands over her ears and turned around to give them privacy. "Go wild."

Mic blinked, but turned around with her to stare numbly at the wall in front of him.

Aizawa gaped at their backs. He rubbed the back of his neck, massaging his aching muscles as he looked over once more at the imprisoned woman. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" He muttered out loud.

Still, it looked like he had to.

Aizawa sighed wearily and unfastened his tracksuit so the undershirt he wore was visible. He scratched at his chest, frowning and trying to think up something - anything -- to say. She clung to the bars on the far edge of the cage, watching him and whimpering with her ears laid back.

"You've been having heats since puberty," he grunted, running a hand through his thick black hair and staring intently at her. "Why should this frighten you now?"

Elly shook her head violently and flattened herself further back. No no no.

"It's me, Ches. I'm not going to hurt you."

NO NO NO! Raw panic flashed in her eyes, paled from their usual dark purple to a lavender color. She trembled and shook, squeezing them shut so she couldn't see him.

Unfortunately she could still hear. Aizawa lowered his voice and spoke in as soft a tone as she ever heard from him. "We need to get out. You can do it, you're strong enough. If -" He hesitated, then cleared his throat. "If you come to me, I'll rub your ears."

She hissed at him.

"No? I guess I don't blame you. That was a bit condescending. You're not a pet." He dipped into his capture thread and took out his eye drops. Applying them gave him more time to think but no solid ideas. "All right. You want a kiss?" Her breath caught and he lifted one eyebrow in confusion. "That get your attention? I don't really have too much experience but I'll try if you want," he added lamely.

She shook her head, softer this time, then gripped it in her hands and tore at her hair in frustration.

"I feel like a fool," Aizawa snapped, his hair raising as his emotions got the better of him. "Flirt? Ha! As if my body or desire would inflame you. It's the worst joke ever." He grimaced and pounded a hand on the firmly locked door of her prison. "That's right. I'm not devoid of emotions, damn it." He stared at her so hard his quirk activated and she gasped at the literal fire in his eyes as he stepped back and gestured at himself. "I want you, Ches. Logical or not, I want you so fucking badly I hurt. If you wanted me I'd gladly give you everything I could - my mind, heart, and my body."

Elly slowly placed her hands on the floor of the cage, her attention focused on the red-faced Erasure Heto.

He paused, then took a deep breath and delivered the last in a raspy husk. "That's if you want me. All I'm asking is you come and get me if you do." He backed farther away and slid a hand down his chest to his belt. When he heard her growling he grimaced, hopeful he was on the right track but devastatingly embarrassed. He scowled but cupped his crotch, outlining the bulge there. "I call your name out," he confessed, breathing hard. "When I masturbate. "

The cage and its occupant vanished. There was a horrifyingly shrill scream and the twist of metal, and secobds later the thick door burst into a million splinters, freeing them.

What happened next was fairly predictable. Midnight and Mic subdued and detained the villain while Aizawa fended off the amorous advances of a cat anthro in heat. His gray eyes flew wide open, startled as the invisible counselor flung herself on him and kissed him on the mouth.

Spluttering, he wrenched backwards and fell on the ground, backpedaling and struggling to control her. He erased her quirk and she flashed into sight, but that only made his situation that much worse. Elly's elfin hair was mussed and her cheeks stained a pretty pink color. Her chest heaved with passion, the white fur trim drawing his attention to her modest cleavage beneath the cheshire-grinning gear hung about her neck.

His heart beat faster and faster, pounding against his ribcage at the memory of her lips on his. His mouth tingled, his body was tense and he suddenly, shockingly had a harder erection than he had ever had in his life. Elly purred dangerously and her teeth closed gently on his chin. Her eyes met his and she thrust her hands past his waist, groping -

"Midnight!" Aizawa roared out in panic. "Put her to sleep!"

Midnight glanced back over her shoulder and smirked at the sight. "All right, but it's going to take longer since she's a woman." She released her sleeping fas and he held his breath. Elly got a lungful, however, and sneezed powerfully.

"Thank you," Aizawa muttered.

Yet now it seemed they had another problem. Mic was calling the authorities and the villain was asleep already. But as the gas started to affect the counselor she reacted very differently to it than he had.

She trembled all over, clutching at Aizawa's undershirt and weeping. He felt warm heat where her tears were starting to soak through to his skin. "What's wrong, Ches?!"

"She's scared of drugs, remember?"

"Shit," he groaned. "No. I didn't." Then, addressing the terrified woman in his arms, "It's okay. I'm staying here with you. You're just going to take a nap and when you wake up, everything will be sorted out."

"S - scared, Shota!"

His heart wrenched with pity. "I promise I won't let you go," he said firmly. "I won't leave you."

This seemed to placate her enough to stop her crying, if not the shivers wracking her all over. She pushed her face harder into his chest and eventually fell asleep, her tail flopped unceremoniously over one of his arms.

Midnight held up her phone. "All right, I booked you a room at The Naughty Kitten -"

Aizawa gave her a very level look.

She held up her hands. "Now see here, you prude, it's a very discreet love hotel that caters especially to cat types. The best in the area."

He didn't drop his gaze. If anything, his eyes appeared to grow harder.

"Kayama's right, Sho," Mic murmured.

"If nothing else, it'll give you the chance to finally punch your v-card."

Mic's eyebrows shot up. "Wha - have you really never..?!" Aizawa shrugged, unperturbed, and his jaw dropped. "Sho, yer thirty-one fer god's sake!"

"Sex is a waste of mental and physical energy." He sounded irritated.

Midnight gestured at the striped bundle in his arms. He wasn't just carrying the counselor, he was cradling her gently as if he would never let go. "Look at her and tell me it would be a waste."

He scowled darkly. "Give it a rest, Kayama."

"She needs care," the dark-haired woman pointed out. "The hospital will drug her through it, and you've seen how she responds to that. Do you think she'd rather be there or in your warm, safe arms?"

He snorted. "Hardly safe. Look what happened to her."

"We rescued her, though." Mic gave his friend an encouraging smile.

"She'll come around eventually. When she does, ask her what she wants. But!" Midnight raised one neatly manicured nail in the air. "You'd better get to that hotel before anyone sees you. She's pretty recognizable, and too out of it to use her quirk right now." She thought of something else and hastily unfastened Elly's neck gear. "I'll take her gloves and neck speaker back."

"Here - use this." Mic shrugged out of his leather jacket. "It'll cover her up enough so you can get there."

Aizawa accepted it and bundled her up. She was asleep now but mewling faintly like a kitten. Her forehead was very hot as it pressed against his chest and he vaguely wondered if that's why they called it a heat. "Is this what you would want?" He asked under his breath.

"Just go," the 18+ Hero insisted. She pushed him in the direction his phone said the hotel was in. "The cops'll be here any minute!"

He shook his head but grasped her tightly and shot out a strand of thread at the top of the building.

The rooftops will be a safer avenue to this place...

...considering he looked like an unshaven vagabond carrying a sleep-drugged woman in his arms. He hoped the clerk at the hotel would understand.

Uninhibited 2 (Zashi)

"Midnight," Mic sputtered, aghast that even she would suggest such a thing. "I hafta take her to the hospital!"

"Oh, grow up. No one wants to get hit with a fuck or die quirk, or have something like this happen. But it did, and do you think she would want to be locked away in a cold, sterile room or be held safe in your arms?"

He bit his lip, shifting from one foot to the other as he weighed his options. "I don't wanna -"

Aizawa interrupted him with a grunt. He'd been tapping on his phone while his friends were discussing the situation. "I booked you a room and sent an email with confirmation and address. Just go."

"And for god's sake take her neck gear off - and the gloves off before she scratches you," Midnight rapped sharply, yanking both away before he could do it himself. "You don't need to get drugged by accident."

He started to argue again but the Erasure Hero pushed him toward the open road. "Go," he told him sharply. "We'll tell the cops you'll give reports later."

He shook his head, dazed by how fast everything was happening. He did, however, start sprinting down the street in the direction his friends pointed.

Mic dug his phone out and stared at it at as he darted around a corner. "Really? The Naughty Kitten?!"

Better stick to the back streets as much as I can, he thought as he shifted the sleeping Elly in his arms. It wouldn't be a good idea to be called in for a kidnapping or something after all the effort that had gone into keeping this private. Imagine explaining this to the cops, he shuddered as he checked his phone to make sure he was going the right way. 'Well, officer, we're both pro heroes and I have to fuck her a bunch to help her, so we're going to a love hotel.'

"I already feel like a pervert," he muttered.

Elly stirred. "Huhh..?" She was coming around alarmingly fast, and he picked up his pace as they got closer. "Hizzz-ashi?"

The light slur she made as she purred his given name sent shivers up his back. "M'here, just like I promised. Hey, baby, we're almost there - hang on."

Elly yawned hugely, her eyes still teary with sleep. "Nmm."

"We're gonna hafta go as incognito as possible..." He pulled his jacket off and covered her with it as he walked, combing his fingers through his hair to work it down. This had mostly no effect but two blond tendrils slipped down on either sides of his ears, giving him an elfin look much like her own hairstyle. "Hope they think we're just cosplaying," he muttered under his breath as he opened the door.

It may have helped that Aizawa had relieved him of his neck speaker, the hardest piece for fans to duplicate properly. And besides, the scruffy loner had chosen surprisingly well - this was a spot that was discreet to all and catered to anthros and mixes, especially felines as the name implied.

Geez, I thought Sho chose this place based on name alone. Shoulda known better... was probably half the decision, tops.

Mic showed the clerk his civilian identification and they logged his credit card for any extra expenses. That was it; the next thing he knew he was fumbling with a key card in the slot of a garishly painted door.

He wondered how many couples the man saw with one half asleep like she was. In the lobby Elly managed to blink away more of her sluggishness and nodded when she saw where they were. Perhaps that was why they had been deemed safe. Or maybe the clerk just recognized the state she was in under the fog of Midnight's quirk.

Once inside, Mic set about truly changing himself back to Hizashi again after getting her comfortable on the large bed. She snored softly and rolled over, tail twitching as she tried to focus. He ordered some food and drink from the tablet on the bedside table, thought about it, and, blushing, bought some condoms as well. When he was certain she was still resting in a half daze, he jumped into the bathroom to shower all the gunk out of his hair and freshen up. This gave her time to wake up but he hurried anyway, not wanting to leave her alone long.

"Man oh maaaan, I feel a hundred times better. You wanna go next, baby?" He stepped out of the bathroom, grinning abashedly with only the hotel towel wrapped around his waist. "Uh, I could join you this time. To help, if yer kinda droopy."

The minute traces of sleeping mist still in her system had calmed her enough to be mostly rational, but the sight of him was enough to wreck her again.

She drew in a sharp breath, face burning as she saw him standing in the doorway. Sweet-smelling steam drifted out from the shower stall and under that his scent lingered on his skin and the clothing he'd piled nearby. Leather, bubblegum-scented hair product and the copious amounts of coffee he drank mixed together with the plain, clean hotel soap smell.

He was no longer his Hero persona but the man she had fallen in love with behind that. Long, blond hair streamed down his bare back. He hadn't bothered to dry it, knowing it would just get wet again. Water pooled by his feet on the tile and ... and, and that meant she had looked down at his legs. Face flaming now, she raised her eyes, noting how they didn't seem too hairy because of the blond color. She jerked her gaze past the towel quickly and he chuckled. Hizashi's chest was pretty sparse as well except for a sodden puff in the middle, dewey with water droplets that trickled down, following the little trail of downy hair on his lower belly. His abdomen was firm yet only lightly defined, and she could see the lines from his pubic bones jutting tantalizingly from under the fluffy towel. And, unsurprisingly she was once again staring at where the junction of his legs would be under that towel..!

"Oh, oh my god..." Elly fell over on the bed, breathing hard from the sensory overload. "Oh my god, Zashi, I can't believe this is happening. You're so sexy."

"Hey, c'mon," he chuckled shyly. "Yer gonna make that go to my head, babe. I - I'm not, you know - that big a deal."

"You are to me," she said so intensely that he faltered and almost dropped the towel.

"Sh - shit! For real?" He swallowed hard and shook his head. "It's not just, I dunno... whatever that asshole did to ya?"

"It's my heat, these are my feelings," she stressed. "The idiot caused it to happen early, that's all. I was going to stay home from school the first day when I got it so I didn't see you, otherwise ...well, this would have happened anyway."

"Look, I'm not sure I'm good enough for you." He looked quickly away, hands tightening into fists. "I can help you here but - but is this all it is?"

Her expression of pain told him enough and he tried to speak to ease it, but she did first. "No! I want more. I want a full, monogamous relationship with you, Hizashi Yamada. If - if you don't..." She faltered, and he felt like an ass when he saw her holding back tears.

"Nuh uh! I do too!"

"Oh god, thank god." Elly hid her face in her hands, gulping. "To come this far and then stop? I don't know if I could've handled it." Her striped tail flicked weakly on the bed.

Hizashi coughed softly and she uncovered her face to find him blushing from his ears straight down to his chest. "Um. If you don't mind, c - can I hear you say it, though?"

Her mind went dreadfully blank for a second, and then she grinned as relief washed over her. "I love you, Hizashi," she purred, holding her arms out. "Now come help me undress. I'm - I'm actually in a great amount of pain." Her smile faltered and she winced, listing to the side.

He wheezed rather comically and dashed over, losing the towel in the process. "Ches! Y'should've told me that right away!"

She choked but forgot the momentary glimpse she'd had of his lower half when his mouth found hers. This time he held nothing back; the kiss was hot, wet and just as desperate as she felt. His tongue thrust into her mouth, lapping at her own while he grasped her breasts, gently kneading. Moaning, she pressed back and slid her hands across his shoulder blades, clutching him close.

"Ah, god, Zashi, I've wanted you so bad for so long."

He shuddered pleasantly, his fingers finding the hidden zipper on her suit. "Yeah," he groaned. "Me, too. If I'd've known..." The zipper swished down in one swift pull. "M'such a chicken. So many wasted days an' nights," he mourned.

"It's all one piece -"

"Yeah. Need t'get yer paws off, then we can slide it down." She hastily lifted her feet and he tugged the padded cat's paws off to fall onto the floor. Once they were gone it was really as simple as standing to let the bodysuit fall, and he stood with her, his eyes hotly watching as the striped cloth fell away from her pale skin. She was as entranced by his body as he was with hers, barely noticing when his arms circled around to unhook her bra. Hizashi's member jutted out from a dark gold batch of pubic hair. He was fit and ready, curled upward and ever so slightly to the side. It brushed against her thigh as he embraced her, and she could feel the wetness at the tip.

"Tell me..." He tugged lightly at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her. "Where's it hurt, babygirl?"

She swallowed hard. His cheesy pet names turned her on more than she cared to admit. "M - my lower belly. You know."

"Oooh," he crooned melodically, his quirk causing a low vibration to thrum through the air. "Low, huh? You want me to fix that for ya?" His fingers ran underneath the hem of her panties and she jerked forward with a gasp.

"Yes!"

He whisked them off at her enthusiastic consent. "C'mere," he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sit facing me." She did, and he spread his legs a little so he could worm a finger down there.

"Z - Zashi..." Her head rolled back and he kissed her throat.

"I know. One quickie comin' up, so ya don't hurt so much." He pet the purple hair apart, stroking so he could have better access to the fleshy folds within. After testing her readiness, two fingers entered while his thumb rubbed the top of her sex. It wasn't long before his gentle touches caused her to cry out.

"Right there!"

"Mnn. You like that, huh?" He thrust faster with his curled fingers. "Tell me, Ches baby, did I find yer sweet spot?"

Her reaction was more than answer enough, but she still cried out. "Ohmigod Hizashi, yes! Yesyesyes!"

"Shit," he husked as she quivered and shook. "Fast. An' that's just my fingers."

Elly panted as she regained her senses, bucking lightly. He guided her through the last little sparks of pleasure until she stopped moving. "Y - yeah."

He licked his lips slowly, watching her squirm. "You still, you know..?"

"Yeah."

His tongue slipped out again and he brought his hand up before him to suck greedily at his fingers. As she watched, fascinated, he sighed. "I'm gonna enjoy our shower. You taste sweet as I imagined, an' I wanna kiss you until you come."

"Hizashi!"

"Uh huh. Shower time," he drawled lazily, picking her up. "I'm so fucking hard I hurt, but my rebound time ain't what it used to be nowadays, so..." He shrugged. "Shower, another orgasm for my love, an' then we can do it together."

She went positively noodle-limp in his arms, dangling carelessly with complete abandon and trust in him. He set her down on the closed toilet seat and fiddled with the taps, adjusting the temperature meticulously.

"Not too hot, 'cause yer burnin' up already... there."

"Ready?" Her voice shook as she walked over to the shower and tub combo. It was designed to be big enough for two with a small dip in one wall.

"Yep." He pointed at the indented area. "That's like, to help ya lean back. You go there an' I'll help you scrub up."

She pulled the shower curtain back and inhaled deeply of the steam. "Mmmn. This was such a great idea."

Hizashi pulled his hair back, looping the wet mass with itself so it stayed back, away from his face. He joined her, turning to grab the tiny bar of hotel soap and then handing it over. "Here, babe. You want a new shampoo? I can break open one of the pay ones -" He coughed apologetically, "I kinda used all of the other one. It was small."

Elly giggled at his boyish attitude. "No, it's okay. You've got a lot of hair and had a ton of stuff in it, Zashi. Mine's not my trademark, either, so one night with just a rinse isn't going to ruin it."

"'Kay." He watched her with hungry eyes as she finished up. "Here," he murmured, "lemme get that back for ya."

"I'll do you, too," she offered.

"Later, baby. Right now is all about you." His hands were firm but gentle, rubbing the soap into a good lather. She sighed dreamily, her ears flicking water as they perked about. "Feel good?"

"Yes."

"Good. Let's get this soap rinsed and then I'll make you feel even better."

"H - Hizashi." She closed her eyes as he pressed her back, guiding her into the little dip in the molding. Her rear fit smoothly into it, helping her stand while his hot mouth trailed over her skin, sucking on her neck and lower. "Easy..."

"I know. No marks. We got school on Monday."

"Mmm, but it feels good."

He chuckled wickedly. "How about here, then? You want a hickey that badly?" His teeth closed on a swatch of skin just above her breasts. "I can definitely do love bites." He nibbled and bit, peppering her all over in areas her outfit would cover with dark little marks until she whined, legs twitching.

"I need..!"

"I know. Okay, then." He knelt before her on a spare hand towel he had folded up previously. He lifted her tail and set it to the side so it wouldn't hit him in the face. "Leg up," he murmured. "Here, shy baby, what's got you embarrassed? I wanna see all of you."

"I want this, but ..." She gulped. "Bad experiences."

Hizashi's face fell. "That's terrible. Should I stop? We don't have to do this." He kissed her thigh softly. "I don't ever want you uncomfortable with me."

"Please don't stop. I just - just want you to know that no one's ever, uh..."

His eyes widened. "Am I your first for this, Ches?" She nodded and bit her lip, looking aside. "H - holy shit," he breathed. "Sweet baby, you deserve these kisses. Lean back and enjoy."

His words caused her throat to dry up entirely. She couldn't answer and didn't need to because he had begun lapping lightly at her quivering body, spreading her apart with one hand while his other braced himself on the tub. He found the folds of skin that created a covering for her pleasure center and tickled gently with the tip of his tongue until the button of flesh emerged.

"Ooh, yer a big girl." He wrapped his lips around the nub and suckled, slipping his tongue lower inside. "That makes this a whole lot easier."

She shrieked breathlessly and her hands twisted themselves in his wet hair. "So - so good!"

He closed his eyes, nuzzling and listening happily to her growing cries of joy. He grinned as they grew in urgency, indicating she was very close.

Hizashi hummed.

The steady buzz of his quirk, gently directed, vibrated rapidly on her swollen body. Elly's heart hammered in her chest, her vision blotting out as she came so hard her legs gave out and she slid down into the tub. Hizashi backed up, holding her carefully, and let her sit in the warm steam and spray while she gathered herself.

When she opened her eyes again she saw him smiling rather smugly. "Els, you back?"

"Yesss..."

"Good. I, uh, got worried for a bit." He ducked his head, chuckling. "Heh."

She blew air out gustily in a huge sigh. "That was amazing, Hizashi," she said sincerely. Her eyes held his, warm and filled with love. "You - you're amazing."

"That's how I feel about you, beautiful." He hugged her slippery body close. It was romantic but the reality was they both started to get chilly as the water cooled, so they got out and dried each other off with the fluffy towels.

"Guess we don't need to get dressed," she laughed abashedly. "I still need you."

"Ah, man, I'm never-ever-ever gonna tire of hearin' that." They both jumped then, startled, as a knock sounded on the main door.

"Oh! I ordered food and, err, condoms," he coughed awkwardly. "One of the articles I read real quick said you'd need energy, an' I didn't know if you needed me to, uh..." He gestured vaguely at his lower half as he grabbed a robe off the back of the bathroom door. "Do we need them? Or do I hafta come inside you?"

"I'm clean like you - hero testing -- and on birth control. That said, well... you don't need to. But it'll speed up my recovery. My body will think it's getting what it needs."

"Huh. Neat." He pulled the cart inside and sniffed in appreciation. "This can wait," he decided. "I want to set somethin' up..." Hizashi walked over to the bed and pulled his phone off the nightstand, tapping on it as he searched for something.

"What'cha doing?" His slang was infectiously adorable and she smiled as she spoke.

"Can't do this bit without mood music," he shrugged. "I woulda put some on before but we were kind of in a rush." Hizashi hit the play button and set it on the stand along with his glasses. Syrupy slow music filled the room with exotic strains, elaborate and beautiful.

"Oh," she gasped and sat on the bed, eyes wide.

"Not this time, though," he said seriously. The robe slipped off his shoulders and he turned to face her. "I won't rush through our first time makin' love." He shrugged it all the way off and joined her, crawling towards her on the sheets.

"I want you on top of me," she whispered. "I've dreamed of how you'd feel on top of me, holding me in bed. Oh god, Hizashi, I -"

"I know," he said quietly, and kissed her. "Me, too. My heart's got a beat better'n anything I could mix by myself."

Elly placed a hand over his left side as he straddled her. It was beating rapidly, just like her own. "Oh."

"Here, let's put 'em together." He laid carefully on top, propping himself up partially so his weight wouldn't crush her. "Ohhh yeah, that's the stuff. Yer so soft."

"You're so hard," she gasped.

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Uh huh."

"Oh, Zashi."

He giggled and kissed her, long and slow. The music wafted over them as they writhed together, twisting the sheets underneath them. It was several minutes later when Hizashi wrenched back, straining, as she touched him for the first time. She ran her fingers along his firm length, rubbing under the tip.

"Oh god! Ches!"

"Ooh!" Elly fell back as his hips bucked involuntarily into her grip.

"Can't wait," he whimpered apologetically, petting her thighs to indicate he wanted her to spread her legs. "I promise I'll be gentle, but I - I can't... your hand, sh - shit."

"Here." She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.

"There," he whispered. "I'm so in love with you, baby. I'm - oh, Ches." He faltered, his head dropping to her shoulder as he sank deeply inside her body.

And the Voice Hero lost his voice.

Hizashi's eyes screwed tight, tears dripping from the corners, his chest heaving but no sound escaping his tightly-bitten lips. He gathered her into his arms and began an act as old as time itself, slow and steady though his body trembled with the urge of release. His thighs quivered and he was nearly crushed by the weight of the pressure building inside of him.

Never had it been like this.

Sex was always pretty good - like the old saying, even bad sex was okay. But the emotions he felt for the woman he was loving were so powerful the act was multiplied. He truly was speechless. Still he thrust, bucking his hips and angling for the spots that made her grip his back tightly, nails digging in but not too hard, just enough.

Harsh breathing and breathy moans filled the hotel room along with the frenzied thump and squeak of the mattress. She reached for him, wordlessly begging, and so synced were they that he knew what she wanted. He devoured her, locking them in a soulful kiss that waxed and waned with their movements.

Elly swore she really could feel their heartbeats merging as their act neared completion. Her eyes fluttered closed and she was suddenly, shockingly one-hundred percent certain that Hizashi Yamada was it.

He was the one. She would need no other. Her orgasm burst through her at this epiphany and she wept his name, clinging to him and feeling his thrusts falter at last.

"H - Hizashi! Hizashi!"

Her lover heard her and lost control. He frantically pressed forward, jerking and whimpering as the pressure grew to intolerable levels. And when he came, his voice broke free at last.

"Oh, god, baby, I'm coming inside of you! Ches, yer my precious sweetheart baby, now an' forever..!"

There is a span of time after making love when the female's natural urge is to go to the bathroom to purge herself of any impurities. Elly lay for approximately five seconds, savoring the fullness of his now-softening member inside her, before that time struck.

"I gotta pee," she choked.

Hizashi laughed cheerfully and slid out of her with a moist sound. "I'll come with. I need to clean off." He followed her as she made a mad dash for the toilet and grabbed a washcloth to wipe down with.

"Thank god."

"Better?"

She nodded and flushed. "But holy hell am I beat."

He squinted at the taps as she washed her hands, debating on whether he should wash the rag out, then gave up and tossed it in the tub. "I say we snooze, then."

"Mmn." Her tail fluffed out, nearly dry now, as she stretched out on the rumpled bed.

He turned the music off and checked his messages quickly, then ran a hand through his hair, letting it down over his naked shoulders. It was quite thicker and longer than hers, so it was very much still damp and cold. "Yuck. Oh, hey. You want your phone?"

"Nah." She rolled over. "I'll get it later."

He nodded and put it back on the charger, joining her once more, this time under the sheets.

"Ooof. It's gonna be hard to go back to the teacher's dorm and separate rooms after sleeping in your arms." Elly snuggled into his chest.

"Mmm hmm," he agreed sleepily. "We'll work somethin' out. I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off ya all the time." He yawned, stretching his long legs and curling one around hers as they lay on their sides. "I'm an affectionate man, baby."

"I know, and I love it."

"You wanna have a nap?"

"Food's gonna get cold."

"I picked sandwiches. S'all cold anyway."

"Oh, good. Yes. A nap, then dinner sounds great."

They smiled at each other in the dim hotel room lighting. He kissed her forehead affectionately. "'Night then, baby."

"Good night."

"Hell yeah it is," he muttered drowsily.