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.