It was one of Hizashi's favorite places to shop. He liked older things, used objects and stuff with history behind them. The low prices were another incentive, but really, he found himself in the local thrift shop that Saturday simply because he wanted to have some fun. As he was cruising the aisles, not really paying too much attention, he spotted a large bag of brightly colored objects. The tag said the entire contents were only 100 yen.
"Ooh." He frowned as he pulled one out. The colors had attracted him - neon pinks, blues, yellow and green with purple accents. They were so bright and... could it be? He grinned as it slipped out into his hand.
Slap bracelets!
Hizashi giggled faintly and snapped the thin, fuzzy coated plastic on his wrist once before returning it to the bag.
"I'm totally gettin' this," he grinned, tossing the entire bag in his cart.
Clothing was next. One had to be careful in selecting items to wear, but Hizashi knew from experience there were brand new things mixed in with the old. He hummed to himself as he flipped through the racks until he spotted a color that was as garish as the bracelets. He picked it out to look more closely at. It was a bright pink crop top, brand new with tags. His greenish-gold eyes widened in delight and he held it up to his chest, humming softly.
"Why the hell would you buy that?" A familiar voice snorted on his right.
"Aizawa?!" He jumped guiltily, clutching his prize as his cheeks blushed almost as pink. "What're you doing here?"
"Shopping." He shrugged. "I don't require new or fancy items."
"But -"
"Also, my question stands," the scruffy man grunted, pointing at the cheeky top.
"Pfft." Hizashi scowled and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I'm buying something so I can wear it around the house."
"That." His dark eyebrows raised slowly as he stared.
"Why not!" Hizashi stamped one foot on the ground. "It's new, I like the color, and -"
"...and I bet you'd look sexy as hell in it." A soft purr from behind them made them both jump this time. The school's counselor was standing there with a few shirts draped over her arm. Her fangs showed in a huge grin.
"Ches!" Hizashi's face burned hotter as he thrust the evidence in his cart.
"Really? In that?" Aizawa frowned.
"Tell you what," she said, her grin widening further. "If you buy 'that' and promise to wear it tonight, I'll pick up some beer and drop by."
The Voice Hero choked as, for once in his life, he lost his ability to speak. His throat closed up and all he could do was nod frantically. Aizawa watched all of this in amusement.
"Good. I'll stop by at eight if that's okay."
"Yeah," he managed to wheeze with a dopey smile plastered across his blushing face.
"I finally know how to shut you up after fifteen years." The homeroom teacher snorted laughter after she was gone. Hizashi didn't pay attention, instead choosing to watch as she paid for her items and left.
Now he just had to wait until eight o'clock.
Elly was just as excited, and time seemed to slow to a crawl when she got back home. His apartment was only a few over from hers, and she had to reign herself in several times before she could dash over early. Though it was nearly killing her, she waited until it was the agreed-upon time before knocking at his door.
When it swung open she was not disappointed. Hizashi was wearing the crop top, which slid over one of his bare shoulders, exposing the pale skin there as well as his toned midriff. He also had on a pair of jeans so fashionably ripped they were almost indecent. She held her breath when he turned to lead her in and she saw they had a small hole in the back of his right cheek. A flash of bright pink winked back at her, indicating he'd picked matching underwear.
Elly dropped the beer on the coffee table and he whistled lowly. "Hey, now. Ya got th' good stuff."
"I hope I did," she smirked.
Hizashi sat on the couch and stretched his long legs straight ahead of him, propping them up on the table. His feet were bare and she was amused to see that the toenails were painted a sparkly pink. The color was chipping, but there was enough there to notice.
He caught her eye and ran a hand down the back of his head, fingertips grazing the feathering of blond hair that wasn't long enough to pull up into the bun like the rest. "Yeahhh... Eri talked me into that about a week ago." He made a face, scrunching his nose up but then grinned.
"Cute," Elly said with an incredibly soft smile. "Also, I'm noticing a theme here..."
He blushed. "Aw, I just like bright stuff. The yellow we tried first wasn't dark enough to show, or I'd've had that." He wiggled his toes.
She laughed and handed him a beer before taking one herself. Hizashi looked her over carefully as she sat, one eye so squinted his other appeared huge. She had dressed differently then usual, too, in a pair of high-cut denim shorts and a white spaghetti strap top. She wore a purple bra underneath that matched her hair and tail stripes. It was one that was intended to be seen, and he wondered if she had matching underwear like him. His heart started racing and his mouth grew dry at the thought.
A beer would fix that.
Three bottles later, he was pleasantly tipsy and happier than he could remember being in a long time. They chatted about all sorts of topics and the more they spoke the more he wanted her. She liked enough things he did, they knew each other well and worked together. Though that last might be considered a negative to some, he had a lot of jobs and that meant he saw her more often. The alcohol loosened him up enough to make a pass, and he moved slow, leaning into her space as she showed him a video on her phone. When she looked up he was within kissing distance and the red blush on both his ears and the bridge of his nose gave away his intent.
Elly smiled shyly and tilted her head, bringing her lips into contact with his, but just barely. He pressed forward, dabbing with his tongue, and her eyes slipped shut as she allowed him to sweetly deepen the kiss. They savored the pleasure, slowly moving against one another for a long moment.
"Hmm," she murmured, pulling back a bit to catch her breath. "I was wondering if you'd kiss me first."
He raised an eyebrow. "So, if I hadn't, were you gonna make the first move?"
"Maybe... if I didn't chicken out." She ran her fingertips across his bare shoulder and then the soft fabric of the top. "Mnn. This is really nice. What's it made of?"
"Boyfriend material," he replied promptly.
She blinked at him and then smiled, slipping both hands around his neck. "I'd be more than happy to take you up on the offer, if that was one."
Hizashi's mesmerizing eyes held her sway. "Is it okay, then? To say I love you, baby? I - I thought it might be too fast." He chuckled sheepishly, dropping his gaze for a moment. When he looked back up, his stomach fluttered crazily along with his thumping heart.
Elly's eyes were dreamy and dark. Her fingers grazed the back of his neck, stroking the loose hair that spilled as overflow out of his bun. "I love you, too."
"Sh - shit," he wheezed. "C'mere, then. I've been holdin' back, but not anymore."
She fell sideways on him as he pulled her into his lap and he nuzzled her neck, nibbling mischievously when she didn't protest. The nipping turned to sucking as he gave in to an overpowering urge to mark her.
"Zashi," she hissed softly, "everyone will see..."
"Good." He licked his lips and surveyed the red bruise, gauging its size. "I wanna see headlines all over the place about this. Give the media circus some of the bullshit runaround they always play on us before we come out."
"And..?"
"Okay," he admitted sheepishly, "I kinda want to show off. I've pined for ya, babe, just like you did for me. Now let's celebrate, huh?" He smirked and grasped a handful of her left breast, causing her to squeal.
"Let me take the top off, at least -"
"Too slow!" He flipped it up, exposing her bra, and started feeling around for the catch. "Ugh, damn things... aha." It unhooked and her breasts bobbed loose. Hizashi used both hands to caress and rub the hardened nipples, not bothering to take any of her clothing off. She squirmed around, torn between how good it felt and wanting to get rid of the cloth hindering him in his exploration. In the end she settled on giving in to her desires to touch him.
Elly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, dipping instantly inside with no hesitation. Deft fingers rubbed the bulge in the pink fabric of his underwear, purring at the firm, hot lump. "Zashi..?"
His hips jerked and he groaned. "S'okay... if you want." He bent, kissed between her breasts and let her push him onto his back.
"Yes." She tugged and he lifted himself up so she could help undress him. Hizashi bit his lip when her hands returned to his boxer briefs, lingering but not exposing him just yet. He was gorgeous as he lay there, half-dressed with his glasses askew and short top exposing his abdomen. The fine hairs that trailed down his belly into his underwear could be seen this close, and she pet them lovingly. Long, wayward locks of blond also tickled his neck and cheeks and he absently ran a practiced hand through his updo, freeing all of it to fall down his shoulders.
"Pull that back later," he muttered to himself. Then he saw she had frozen in place, staring at him in what appeared to be abject adoration. He blushed harder.
"I've never seen your hair down," she stammered, eyes wide.
"Not many have," he replied.
Elly ran a hand through one side with a peculiar smile touching her lips, admiring the way the light shone on the silken strands. "I like that fact," she said quietly. "I like seeing you in ways others don't."
He really didn't know what to say to that. Thank goodness he didn't need to, because she pulled out and down on his briefs a second later, causing his erect member to spring free. Hizashi flopped weakly back as her hand gripped him firmly but not too hard, stroking with an emphasis on rubbing directly under the tip. She listened to his gasps and bitten-off cries and repeated what made him twitch and jump, his hands balling into fists.
"Ches, ah god, baby I'm too close already," he whined. "S - slow down, or I'm gonna -!"
She paused, then let him slip out of her palm. He shivered hard, a thin whine escaping his throat as he gasped for air. "Got carried away there," she nodded, also breathing heavily. "Okay. I just really loved hearing you."
He squirmed around until he was in a sitting position and held his arms out, beckoning. "Kisses. Now."
Elly laughed giddily and obliged, surprised when his actions were still soft and sweet. She sank into his arms at the gentle licking and nuzzling, smiling when she felt his mustache tickle.
"I wanna make love to you," he hummed in her ear. "You up for that?"
"I'm way ahead of you. We need to talk about safety."
"Uh, I've got my bloodwork for the month here someplace." Pro Heroes were checked routinely since they came into contact with all sorts of fluids. He stood up and opened the drawer on the side table, rummaging through junk and all sorts of bills and papers he threw in there. "Aha!"
Elly grinned at it and shrugged. "I did trust you, but it's nice to have confirmation." She dug around in the bag she'd brought, exclaiming in triumph when her fingers closed on a small envelope. "Here's mine," she said simply.
He took it with trembling fingers and pulled the form out, noting the signature and seal. The fact she had it on her proved she had come over with sex in mind. His heart raced even faster. "So," he whispered dreamily, "we're both clean."
"Uh huh. And I'm on birth control."
"Oh, man," he husked happily before they kissed again. "This has been the best day ever."
"Going to get better."
"Oh, yeah." Hizashi sighed lustily and adjusted his glasses. "So, bedroom? I've got a western bed, you know. Lots of space." He waited for her to roll off his lap and then stood, grimacing when his knees popped loudly. "Urgh. Maybe I should do some stretches first. M'not as young as I used to be."
"I can think of several stretches I'd love to see you do."
"Oohh. Kinky." He gestured to the left as they walked down the hall. "That's the bedroom. Oh, an' I gotta warn you ..." She jumped as he stepped quickly up behind her, husking lowly into her ear. "We're gonna need music. I'm a screamer."
Elly felt like she was going to pass out. "Just when I think I can't get more turned on."
"Surprise," he chuckled wickedly. "And hey, this okay?" Music filled the room at the touch of a button on his phone that was charging on the nightstand. It was bass-heavy and reminded her of his hero persona.
"Perfect."
"You ain't seen nothing yet." He grunted softly, stretching out on the bed to reach his nightstand. Elly was inclined to agree, as he was naked from the midriff down and even with only the dim light from the hallway she could see his back flex impressively. A glittery, golden glow shone over black and leopard print sheets as he clicked a lava lamp on. "The glitter starts right away but just wait 'til it heats up."
She climbed onto the bed, discarding her shirt and bra as she went. "I think that's my line."
Hizashi let out a low wolf whistle. "Yeah, baby." He set his glasses aside somewhat regretfully as his vision grew fuzzy without them, but they would be in the way. He tossed the crop top onto the floor and she unbuttoned her pants. "Here, let me." Her jeans were tossed down to land in a pile next to his shirt.
She moaned when he touched her tail to move it out of the way. "Hizashi." Her voice had a syrupy undertone to it that made his heart beat faster.
"Sensitive tail, huh?" He unfastened the velcro on her panties that held the striped fur in, stroking firmly at the base. She curled her hands and her toes, laying her ears back and panting harshly. "Let me hear you, beautiful. Don't hold any sweet cries in." The music masked her wail as his fingers touched her sex for the first time, dipping lightly in and rubbing. Her body was wet and swollen, ready to explode from excitement.
"Please."
"Music to my ears," he murmured and urged her onto her back, crawling on top. "You ready, Ches? Yer super wet, so wanna try without lube?"
"Yes. Please, just take me, Zashi."
"M'gonna move," he whispered, and thrust.
Her legs whipped up on either side of him and wrapped tightly around his waist as he rocked forward. Hizashi had forgotten, in his eagerness, to tie his hair back. The curtain of sweet-smelling blond hair fell about them, covering them in a canopy of silken threads as they kissed. He held himself deep inside her, giving them both time to adjust.
And then he pulled back, gently, before rolling his hips again and again. She matched his movements as he thrust to the rapid beat of the music, never faltering, his eyes locked onto hers and burning as hotly as the fire in her belly.
"God, your eyes," she sobbed. "Zashi - faster, honey -- oh god, they're so sexy."
He raised one eyebrow at her, squinting with a crazy smirk in that way he had when he thought he had the upper hand, and she came before she knew what was happening. Hizashi choked, startled, as she squeezed all around him.
"God, baby, d'ya come already?!"
"Yes!" She writhed under him, his thrusts now plunging into her too-sensitive body. Each new movement dragged a staccato, "Ah, ah, ah!" out of her.
"I'm close, just a second!" He both hated and loved that he was making her squirm so much. He wondered if, someday, he could push her enough to orgasm twice... but not today. The weight in his groin was too much; he really was close. "I'm -!"
"Ohmigod, I can feel it," she gasped. "Oh, Hizashi."
Dazed, Hizashi thought that he really, really loved thrift shopping.
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Unforgettable (Shota)
"Oh god, Shota..!"
It was the first thing he heard upon opening his eyes.
The second was a near-deafening cry of "Aizawa!"
He winced and concentrated on focusing. He was in a stark white room, cold and bright, laying on a cot with thin white sheets. He could feel a thick medical dressing wrapped about his head and there was an ache in his skull.
Two people were hunched anxiously over his bedside. One was a woman with short purple hair winged up on either side and elfen locks spilling down past her cheeks. She had furry cat's ears that were perked towards him and from this low angle he could see her nose had a split like a feline as well. He assumed the thumping sound he could hear was her tail behind her hitting the other person's legs.
"Do you know where you are?" The loud guy on her left had lowered his voice considerably after she smacked him on the arm. He had blond hair pulled into a messy bun, red-rimmed, floating frame eyeglasses and too much jewelry, from what he could tell. Two different kinds of necklaces - gold and silver -- lay on his chest, and a red beaded bracelet was on one wrist.
"Obviously I'm in a hospital," he said drily. "The question is, who am I - and you two?"
Apparently losing your memory wasn't enough of an emergency to keep him in there too long, and with two Pro Heroes to look after him they let him out soon.
He learned his name - Aizawa Shota -- and that he was also a Pro Hero.
That was the extent of his knowledge about himself and his interests right now, however. His two friends took him back to his apartment at a local campus where they all worked, pointing out objects and buildings they hoped might spark some recognition for him.
"Here's your place." The man, who he now knew as Yamada, opened the door with a flourish.
Aizawa stepped inside, taking his shoes off and noting with a raised eyebrow the black kitty slippers nearby. Those had to be his, considering his fondness for dark colors. He put them on and wandered the apartment while the woman - Cheshire -- removed her shoes. Once in the bedroom he slipped out of his torn tracksuit and into black pants and a gray sweatshirt. He could hear her talking to Yamada in the other room, and smiled without really knowing why.
"You go out and get those groceries we were talking about. I texted you the list."
"Uh huh. Back in a jiff, Ches!"
"Groceries?" Aizawa's figure reappeared in the hallway.
"Yep. I sent Yamada out to buy stuff. I know you don't have anything here, and since Recovery Girl used her quirk on you, you're going to need to eat real food for once." She opened the fridge and wrinkled her nose at the barren shelving. "Honestly, how do you function like this?!"
"I suppose I make do."
"Well, from now on we're coming over once a week to cook. The only food I've seen you eat is when we go out on Fridays, and you drink more than eat."
"I guess I have a question," he ventured cautiously, cutting through her motherly behavior. "Why don't we call you by your name?"
"Oh, that." She rummaged through his pantry, finding only a couple of coffee tubs and an egg pan. "I don't like my name too much, so I ask folks to use my given one or Hero name, if we're colleagues."
"Ah."
"Yeah," she agreed. "I know people don't use given names much in Japan. Where I come from, though, it was simpler, since it wasn't a cultural thing."
"Where you're from..?"
Elly, he thought, a warm flush spreading across the bridge of his nose. Your given name is Elly.
"America." She frowned, her striped tail twitching as she tried to find enough plates for them to eat off of. "Hey, I know I bought plates, they're here somewhere... aha."
He took the three she offered and opened a few drawers until he found cutlery to set the table with.
The door swung open and Yamada barged in, his arms filled with plastic bags. "Your Hero is here, baby!" He crowed exhuberantly with a huge grin.
"Yamada," Aizawa grunted sourly, "you don't have to be loud all the time just because that's your quirk."
"He remembered something!" She beamed at Yamada happily, causing Aizawa's stomach to clench. He concentrated on setting the plates he held gently on the table.
"Hey, yeah! Thank frick it wasn't memory loss from a quirk. That'd be way harder to reverse." He produced an apron from somewhere and tied it on with a flourish.
She snorted and dug through the bags he set on the counter. "Good. You got everything."
"Told ya." Yamada rolled his eyes at her and cinched his apron a little tighter around his waist. It was a neon pink, green and purple atrocity that was an offense to aprons everywhere. It wasn't only garish colors that made it so hideous but it also stated in bold English: "Mr. Good-Lookin' is Cookin'" with a little heart next to the text. He rolled up the dark sleeves of his dress shirt and started to prep the meal with her.
Aizawa stared hard at the blond man, trying to assess his relationship to her. They had been by his side while he was in the hospital, and their interactions seemed very familiar. They were clearly close. Yamada said something in a low tone to her, smirking, and she stopped mixing the ground beef to giggle like a schoolgirl, whacking him on the arm.
"Knock it off! We have to finish this sometime today, you know."
"Yeah, yeah. He's not gonna know what hit him - I make a helluva burger!"
Aizawa sighed. All signs pointed to what he had feared; she was his best friend's girl.
The food was good, though he barely tasted it as he watched them chat animatedly about various things. Elly got up to clean their plates after, and Yamada apologized, saying he had to run.
"Hey - gig at a local club, yanno? Keep trying to remember shit! It'll come back to you sooner or later!" He waved frantically at the door after stuffing his feet back into his boots. "See ya!"
"Bye, Zashi," she said absently, rinsing the plates in the sink.
Aizawa waved before the door shut. "Thank you."
"So," Elly said crisply, scrubbing the utensils they'd used with a sponge, "how about I stay the night? You've got a head injury, after all, and you have to stay awake for several more hours until it's safe to sleep. I know you - there's no way that will happen unless somebody watches your stubborn ass."
He trudged over and took up a dish towel to help. "You want to stay here? What about Yamada?"
"What about him?"
Aizawa grimaced as he set a plate aside. "He might get jealous."
Elly frowned suspiciously. "Of what?"
"Well, I mean... he's not going to be happy if his girlfriend stays here overnight. Even if we're all friends."
Her eyes widened and her ears slowly perked crazily on either side of her head as she turned to face him. "Girlfriend?! Yamada and I aren't dating!"
It was the scruffy man's turn to squint at her. "What." The word fell flatly between them as he met her astonished gaze.
She shook a hand dry, then reached up and lightly brushed the bandages on his forehead. "You must have really gotten scrambled up here to think that. I mean, all shit aside, if we were in that kind of relationship I'd definitely be using his given name. "
"Um." His ears suddenly felt very warm. I distinctly remember your voice calling mine when I woke in the hospital.
"And now you're blushing? I can't handle too many surprises in one night, you know."
"My apologies," he mumbled. "It seemed logical from the way you two acted together."
"We're friends, of course we're close. And we're together because we're both close with you. If this had happened to him, you and I would've been by his side as well." She looked aside as she spoke, a slight shifting of the eyes, and he frowned harder. "There. All done. How about some coffee?"
"How close are you and I? The same?" He shut his mouth with a snap, groaning inwardly. That wasn't what he had meant to say. True, it was what he wanted to ask, but he knew better. His proximity to her was clouding his mind and it tumbled out before he knew what he was doing.
Elly regarded him solemnly for a long moment, her striped tail stilling as she thought. "I guess you could say that," she finally said. Her voice was very quiet and she kept her eyes averted. "We're good friends, too."
"Must be if you're willing to waste a night staying up to watch me." He grunted, shifting on one foot and trying to ease past the awkward moment. "I'm very lucky."
She was worried when she called my name. It meant nothing but a slip of the tongue. She's from America, and that's how they address each other there.
He sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing at them with one hand. His thoughts were melancholy and it wasn't like him - he preferred to rest, recoup and get back to work as fast as possible after any injury. Sitting here wishing his relationship with his friend and colleague was more was illogical, and time-wasting at best. Aizawa wondered if pining like a lovesick teenager was a symptom of this quirk.
"Go sit," she shooed him off. "I'll start this and then join you." Elly bustled purposefully about the small kitchen, getting a filter out and scooping the coffee in. She was all business and clearly didn't need help. He hung his head so his long hair hid his expression and shuffled off to sit on the couch with his hands dangling off his knees.
"Don't you need to sleep?" He realized a flaw in her plan when she sat down.
"I'm a terrible insomniac." She shrugged. "Actually, scratch that. I'm really too good at it. I'll be awake long enough to see you through the worst."
"Oh." He nodded. "You can sleep wherever you'd like," he offered lamely. "I know I don't have a bed or anything."
"Yeah," she laughed softly, patting the couch they were on. "Yamada and I had to buy this for you just so we had somewhere to sit when we visited." Her laugh was genuinely fond, and her eyes were kind as she spoke. "You really should get a futon at least, you know. That bag can't be good for your back."
He shrugged. "I don't need much."
"So you say."
"You can have the couch later, then."
"Thanks."
They settled in for a long evening. Aizawa wanted more than anything to be able to hold her against his side, to feel her snuggle up to him. He stretched one arm out along the back length instead, and his heart started beating fast at the thought that all he had to do was move a little bit and he could wrap it around her.
He did not.
Still, several hours flew by so quickly he had to check the clock when he heard birds singing outside.
"Congratulations," Elly smiled. They had sat through a few cat-themed movies and a few cups of coffee by this time. She twisted around to peer at the heavy blinds. It was still dark out but wouldn't be for long; her sensitive cat ears could also hear the chirping. "It's early, not late... but you made it. Should be safe to sleep."
He grunted and rubbed at the back of his neck.
"You know, uh - does that hurt? I always meant to ask but never did... the neck thing. You do it a lot." She rubbed at one furry ear in a nervous gesture.
Aizawa paused, his hand still resting at the nape of his neck. "Hnn?"
"Nevermind." She coughed lightly, holding her hand up in front of her mouth. "Um, do you have any spare blankets or anything I can use?"
He reached over and placed a hand on hers as it lay beside her. Elly jumped, and he quickly removed it with a mumbled apology. "Sorry, I, uh. Yes, my neck's tight, but not unbearable. I deal with it."
"You shouldn't have to. I can help, if you want."
He shrugged in a noncommittal fashion but he hopped around to offer her his back.
Elly brushed his hair aside, then pursed her lips in thought. "Do you have a hair tie?" He searched in his pockets for a minute, then wordlessly handed her a black cloth band. She carefully pulled the wealth of hair up and away, her fingers combing gently through the dark tresses.
He had to suppress a shiver when her warm hands touched him, but grew relaxed as she expertly massaged his tense muscles.
"That," he groaned as he let out a pleasurable shudder, "that's amazing. Where did you learn to do that?"
She never paused in her firm kneading, fingers digging into all the sore points. "I took a special course at a chiropractic clinic over the summer."
"Hnf. Why?" He sighed as she worked the last kink out of his sore muscles. "I mean, it's useful now, but why else would you need such a skill?"
"I..." She trailed off, and her fingers stilled. He moved sideways to face her, mindful not to crane his neck and ruin her work. Elly was blushing and once again wouldn't meet his eyes. This time he cupped her chin in one hand and tilted so she had to.
"Cheshire," he asked quietly, "did you learn how to do that just for me?"
She bit her lip, blushing harder.
"You realize that only confirms my suspicion."
That made her flinch. "Aizawa, I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore." Her voice cracked. "It's bad enough you got so hurt, and then your memories..." She paused to gather her scattered thoughts, eyes dark and full of unshed tears.
"I'm in love with you."
Her entire being - body and mind -- froze in place for several seconds. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to reboot her system after such an unexpected shock. The tears spilled down her cheeks when she did, and he wiped them away with his fingertips. "What?"
"When I thought you were with my best friend, it caused me considerable pain." He cleared his throat, then went on. "Without the other parts of my memory, all I could focus on were my feelings for you. Maybe I was repressing them - more than likely, it was a combination of things. But now I see no logical reason to hold onto the truth."
"You..?"
"So, if by any chance you were to feel the same -" He stopped all at once and removed his hand, realizing he was touching her rather intimately. But when he did, she moved, yearning towards his touch so much he used both hands to cradle her face as he met her in a soft kiss. It lasted only seconds, this first, but when they parted each let out a small moan.
"Sh - Shota," Elly gasped, and he noticed somewhat smugly that her voice was breathy and rough.
Of course his was, too. "That's better," he told her seriously. "Everyone calls me Aizawa. I'd like if it you used that, instead."
"Good," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him close. "Then make me say it again."
"Gladly." He kissed her more seriously, lapping at her lower lip and moaning when she opened her mouth to give him access. They twisted and squirmed on the small sofa, their hands stroking and petting, harsh breathing and an occasional groan filling the room. Eventually Elly had to say something.
"The couch is too small for us both. We'll fall off if we begin anything too, ah... adventerous."
"We could make a floor bed," he murmured.
"Do you have enough stuff for that?"
"Let's find out." He stood up and took the cushions from his side of the couch off. She grinned and jumped up as well, gathering the ones under her. "Here - bedroom's on the left." He led her back down the hall to an extremely dark room that had blackout curtains and not much else. When Aizawa clicked the lights on, there was only his sleeping bag and duffel close by.
"You really don't own anything," she gasped in awe, dumping the cushions she held along with his.
He shrugged. "I have enough."
She eyed the woefully small pile for their bed and raised her eyebrows, but he laughed and opened the closet on the far side of the room. This small storage area provided a surprising amount of blankets and one extra sleeping bag, enough for a very cozy makeshift bed.
"Where did you get all these?" She purred, rubbing her hand on a soft polar fleece blanket.
"Donations, gifts." He laid next to her and sighed. "I'm glad I kept them. This is ...nice."
Elly cuddled into his arms and sighed. "You're remembering more," she said. "I'm so glad."
"You should be," he grinned slyly. "I might have just remembered a few things that are going to make this night memorable."
"S'already memorable." Her hands lifted the hem of his shirt and caressed his chest underneath.
"Hnf." He pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His chest was firm, well built, and moderately hairy. She exclaimed softly in delight as she traced his rough skin, toying playfully with the trail that led into his sweatpants. Aizawa huffed louder, his eyes squeezing shut. "You're wearing too much."
"So are you." Her fingers lifted the waistband and she thrust a hand inside. He busied himself with lifting her shirt and unfastening the bra underneath, but when her palm curled around his stiff member he froze, shuddering hard.
"Ches..."
"Here, take these off." She pushed the pants down around his hips and he wormed his way out of them. His erection poked eagerly up at once, flushed red at the tip and dripping with fluids. "Do you always go commando?"
He snorted. "I hadn't done the laundry yet."
"Oh." She smiled as he stared hotly at her, his gray eyes dark with lust.
"Protection?" His voice was husky, rough and hungry.
"We're okay. Monthly testing and I'm on birth control."
He groaned thickly. "We won't have to worry about that if you keep that up."
Elly glanced briefly down at her hand and realized she was stroking him with a firm but gentle touch, easily giving a good handjob due to the amount of lubricant he was producing. "Oops."
"Don't apologize. Your touch is amazing." He kissed her again, a little sloppier this time and much harder. "You do need to stop, however, or I'm going to come too quickly."
She nodded and removed her hand. Aizawa tugged on her shirt, and she propped herself up so he could pull it off. Elly discarded her bra and laid back, lazily stroking the back of his head as he bent towards her breasts.
"Oh, Shota," she whispered shakily as his mouth devoured her hardened nipples. His dark hair tickled as he licked and sucked, one hand playing gently with the opposite breast. It wasn't very long before she was gripping him around the waist with her legs, twitching uncontrollably and begging for his sex. Aizawa smirked and slid his hot mouth just above her chest, worrying a few love bites into her pale skin. She clawed at his back, hissing with pleasure.
"Up," he said quietly, and she lifted her lower half again while he slipped the rest of her clothes off. Her tail proved a challenge, but then they were both completely naked. He let his gaze linger on her lush figure and pale skin, so much lighter than his and far less scarred. "You're beautiful," he murmured.
Elly spoke not a word, but her fingers traced the rough skin of his elbow, her heart in her eyes. He nodded and lowered himself down and into her, sighing with satisfaction as he felt her heat envelop him. She trembled, her head thrown back and her lips parted.
And then they moved ...together.
He was extremely gentle with her, cradling her in one arm as he thrust. His other was keeping him propped up enough so his weight didn't crush her, his fingers tangled in the blankets and muscles straining. It was good to lose himself in the act of loving her - the give and receive, the clean sweat and steadily building pressure in his groin burned away any worries of the present. He had been injured and in the hospital only hours before, but that seemed a vague dream now as he listened to the cat woman's cries underneath him.
Elly tried desperately to keep up with him, but he was a slow, steady lovemaking machine. She grew weary of meeting his thrusts with her own, jerking her hips up as he moved. Her pleasure only grew, however, and she found new strength as her position caused him to angle up at the perfect spot inside her.
She bit her lip, her toes curling. "Sho," she gasped raggedly, "Up, like this. Not as much in." He immediately changed tactics, arching his thrusts to meet hers, and she cried out so loudly he faltered.
"Ches?"
"Yes! Yes yes yes! Don't stop, baby, I'm gonna -!"
Aizawa choked and doubled his efforts. Their bellies slapped together in a quickening beat, and he joined her in a series of short, rough moans as the weight in his lower belly threatened to crush him. "Ah, ah, ahh!"
That was it; no more holding back. He shivered, hunching forward with his hair tenting over them to cover both their faces. His kiss was frantic as his hips jerked, losing his rhythm as he spilled his essence inside her. He heard her screaming his name and a weary - though satisfied -- smile touched his lips.
"That did it," he announced softly.
"Mnn, Sho baby?" Elly rubbed her eyes in a cat-like gesture. "You feel okay?"
He looked down at her as he pulled out and chuckled. "I remember," he said simply.
Her ears shot up. "Really? Everything?!"
"Yes."
She squealed happily and threw her arms around his sweaty neck. "Thank god!"
"I was going to eventually, you know." He rolled over, pulling her half on top of him.
"Mnn?"
"I never forgot that I loved you. The rest just took longer, that's all."
It was the first thing he heard upon opening his eyes.
The second was a near-deafening cry of "Aizawa!"
He winced and concentrated on focusing. He was in a stark white room, cold and bright, laying on a cot with thin white sheets. He could feel a thick medical dressing wrapped about his head and there was an ache in his skull.
Two people were hunched anxiously over his bedside. One was a woman with short purple hair winged up on either side and elfen locks spilling down past her cheeks. She had furry cat's ears that were perked towards him and from this low angle he could see her nose had a split like a feline as well. He assumed the thumping sound he could hear was her tail behind her hitting the other person's legs.
"Do you know where you are?" The loud guy on her left had lowered his voice considerably after she smacked him on the arm. He had blond hair pulled into a messy bun, red-rimmed, floating frame eyeglasses and too much jewelry, from what he could tell. Two different kinds of necklaces - gold and silver -- lay on his chest, and a red beaded bracelet was on one wrist.
"Obviously I'm in a hospital," he said drily. "The question is, who am I - and you two?"
Apparently losing your memory wasn't enough of an emergency to keep him in there too long, and with two Pro Heroes to look after him they let him out soon.
He learned his name - Aizawa Shota -- and that he was also a Pro Hero.
That was the extent of his knowledge about himself and his interests right now, however. His two friends took him back to his apartment at a local campus where they all worked, pointing out objects and buildings they hoped might spark some recognition for him.
"Here's your place." The man, who he now knew as Yamada, opened the door with a flourish.
Aizawa stepped inside, taking his shoes off and noting with a raised eyebrow the black kitty slippers nearby. Those had to be his, considering his fondness for dark colors. He put them on and wandered the apartment while the woman - Cheshire -- removed her shoes. Once in the bedroom he slipped out of his torn tracksuit and into black pants and a gray sweatshirt. He could hear her talking to Yamada in the other room, and smiled without really knowing why.
"You go out and get those groceries we were talking about. I texted you the list."
"Uh huh. Back in a jiff, Ches!"
"Groceries?" Aizawa's figure reappeared in the hallway.
"Yep. I sent Yamada out to buy stuff. I know you don't have anything here, and since Recovery Girl used her quirk on you, you're going to need to eat real food for once." She opened the fridge and wrinkled her nose at the barren shelving. "Honestly, how do you function like this?!"
"I suppose I make do."
"Well, from now on we're coming over once a week to cook. The only food I've seen you eat is when we go out on Fridays, and you drink more than eat."
"I guess I have a question," he ventured cautiously, cutting through her motherly behavior. "Why don't we call you by your name?"
"Oh, that." She rummaged through his pantry, finding only a couple of coffee tubs and an egg pan. "I don't like my name too much, so I ask folks to use my given one or Hero name, if we're colleagues."
"Ah."
"Yeah," she agreed. "I know people don't use given names much in Japan. Where I come from, though, it was simpler, since it wasn't a cultural thing."
"Where you're from..?"
Elly, he thought, a warm flush spreading across the bridge of his nose. Your given name is Elly.
"America." She frowned, her striped tail twitching as she tried to find enough plates for them to eat off of. "Hey, I know I bought plates, they're here somewhere... aha."
He took the three she offered and opened a few drawers until he found cutlery to set the table with.
The door swung open and Yamada barged in, his arms filled with plastic bags. "Your Hero is here, baby!" He crowed exhuberantly with a huge grin.
"Yamada," Aizawa grunted sourly, "you don't have to be loud all the time just because that's your quirk."
"He remembered something!" She beamed at Yamada happily, causing Aizawa's stomach to clench. He concentrated on setting the plates he held gently on the table.
"Hey, yeah! Thank frick it wasn't memory loss from a quirk. That'd be way harder to reverse." He produced an apron from somewhere and tied it on with a flourish.
She snorted and dug through the bags he set on the counter. "Good. You got everything."
"Told ya." Yamada rolled his eyes at her and cinched his apron a little tighter around his waist. It was a neon pink, green and purple atrocity that was an offense to aprons everywhere. It wasn't only garish colors that made it so hideous but it also stated in bold English: "Mr. Good-Lookin' is Cookin'" with a little heart next to the text. He rolled up the dark sleeves of his dress shirt and started to prep the meal with her.
Aizawa stared hard at the blond man, trying to assess his relationship to her. They had been by his side while he was in the hospital, and their interactions seemed very familiar. They were clearly close. Yamada said something in a low tone to her, smirking, and she stopped mixing the ground beef to giggle like a schoolgirl, whacking him on the arm.
"Knock it off! We have to finish this sometime today, you know."
"Yeah, yeah. He's not gonna know what hit him - I make a helluva burger!"
Aizawa sighed. All signs pointed to what he had feared; she was his best friend's girl.
The food was good, though he barely tasted it as he watched them chat animatedly about various things. Elly got up to clean their plates after, and Yamada apologized, saying he had to run.
"Hey - gig at a local club, yanno? Keep trying to remember shit! It'll come back to you sooner or later!" He waved frantically at the door after stuffing his feet back into his boots. "See ya!"
"Bye, Zashi," she said absently, rinsing the plates in the sink.
Aizawa waved before the door shut. "Thank you."
"So," Elly said crisply, scrubbing the utensils they'd used with a sponge, "how about I stay the night? You've got a head injury, after all, and you have to stay awake for several more hours until it's safe to sleep. I know you - there's no way that will happen unless somebody watches your stubborn ass."
He trudged over and took up a dish towel to help. "You want to stay here? What about Yamada?"
"What about him?"
Aizawa grimaced as he set a plate aside. "He might get jealous."
Elly frowned suspiciously. "Of what?"
"Well, I mean... he's not going to be happy if his girlfriend stays here overnight. Even if we're all friends."
Her eyes widened and her ears slowly perked crazily on either side of her head as she turned to face him. "Girlfriend?! Yamada and I aren't dating!"
It was the scruffy man's turn to squint at her. "What." The word fell flatly between them as he met her astonished gaze.
She shook a hand dry, then reached up and lightly brushed the bandages on his forehead. "You must have really gotten scrambled up here to think that. I mean, all shit aside, if we were in that kind of relationship I'd definitely be using his given name. "
"Um." His ears suddenly felt very warm. I distinctly remember your voice calling mine when I woke in the hospital.
"And now you're blushing? I can't handle too many surprises in one night, you know."
"My apologies," he mumbled. "It seemed logical from the way you two acted together."
"We're friends, of course we're close. And we're together because we're both close with you. If this had happened to him, you and I would've been by his side as well." She looked aside as she spoke, a slight shifting of the eyes, and he frowned harder. "There. All done. How about some coffee?"
"How close are you and I? The same?" He shut his mouth with a snap, groaning inwardly. That wasn't what he had meant to say. True, it was what he wanted to ask, but he knew better. His proximity to her was clouding his mind and it tumbled out before he knew what he was doing.
Elly regarded him solemnly for a long moment, her striped tail stilling as she thought. "I guess you could say that," she finally said. Her voice was very quiet and she kept her eyes averted. "We're good friends, too."
"Must be if you're willing to waste a night staying up to watch me." He grunted, shifting on one foot and trying to ease past the awkward moment. "I'm very lucky."
She was worried when she called my name. It meant nothing but a slip of the tongue. She's from America, and that's how they address each other there.
He sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing at them with one hand. His thoughts were melancholy and it wasn't like him - he preferred to rest, recoup and get back to work as fast as possible after any injury. Sitting here wishing his relationship with his friend and colleague was more was illogical, and time-wasting at best. Aizawa wondered if pining like a lovesick teenager was a symptom of this quirk.
"Go sit," she shooed him off. "I'll start this and then join you." Elly bustled purposefully about the small kitchen, getting a filter out and scooping the coffee in. She was all business and clearly didn't need help. He hung his head so his long hair hid his expression and shuffled off to sit on the couch with his hands dangling off his knees.
"Don't you need to sleep?" He realized a flaw in her plan when she sat down.
"I'm a terrible insomniac." She shrugged. "Actually, scratch that. I'm really too good at it. I'll be awake long enough to see you through the worst."
"Oh." He nodded. "You can sleep wherever you'd like," he offered lamely. "I know I don't have a bed or anything."
"Yeah," she laughed softly, patting the couch they were on. "Yamada and I had to buy this for you just so we had somewhere to sit when we visited." Her laugh was genuinely fond, and her eyes were kind as she spoke. "You really should get a futon at least, you know. That bag can't be good for your back."
He shrugged. "I don't need much."
"So you say."
"You can have the couch later, then."
"Thanks."
They settled in for a long evening. Aizawa wanted more than anything to be able to hold her against his side, to feel her snuggle up to him. He stretched one arm out along the back length instead, and his heart started beating fast at the thought that all he had to do was move a little bit and he could wrap it around her.
He did not.
Still, several hours flew by so quickly he had to check the clock when he heard birds singing outside.
"Congratulations," Elly smiled. They had sat through a few cat-themed movies and a few cups of coffee by this time. She twisted around to peer at the heavy blinds. It was still dark out but wouldn't be for long; her sensitive cat ears could also hear the chirping. "It's early, not late... but you made it. Should be safe to sleep."
He grunted and rubbed at the back of his neck.
"You know, uh - does that hurt? I always meant to ask but never did... the neck thing. You do it a lot." She rubbed at one furry ear in a nervous gesture.
Aizawa paused, his hand still resting at the nape of his neck. "Hnn?"
"Nevermind." She coughed lightly, holding her hand up in front of her mouth. "Um, do you have any spare blankets or anything I can use?"
He reached over and placed a hand on hers as it lay beside her. Elly jumped, and he quickly removed it with a mumbled apology. "Sorry, I, uh. Yes, my neck's tight, but not unbearable. I deal with it."
"You shouldn't have to. I can help, if you want."
He shrugged in a noncommittal fashion but he hopped around to offer her his back.
Elly brushed his hair aside, then pursed her lips in thought. "Do you have a hair tie?" He searched in his pockets for a minute, then wordlessly handed her a black cloth band. She carefully pulled the wealth of hair up and away, her fingers combing gently through the dark tresses.
He had to suppress a shiver when her warm hands touched him, but grew relaxed as she expertly massaged his tense muscles.
"That," he groaned as he let out a pleasurable shudder, "that's amazing. Where did you learn to do that?"
She never paused in her firm kneading, fingers digging into all the sore points. "I took a special course at a chiropractic clinic over the summer."
"Hnf. Why?" He sighed as she worked the last kink out of his sore muscles. "I mean, it's useful now, but why else would you need such a skill?"
"I..." She trailed off, and her fingers stilled. He moved sideways to face her, mindful not to crane his neck and ruin her work. Elly was blushing and once again wouldn't meet his eyes. This time he cupped her chin in one hand and tilted so she had to.
"Cheshire," he asked quietly, "did you learn how to do that just for me?"
She bit her lip, blushing harder.
"You realize that only confirms my suspicion."
That made her flinch. "Aizawa, I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore." Her voice cracked. "It's bad enough you got so hurt, and then your memories..." She paused to gather her scattered thoughts, eyes dark and full of unshed tears.
"I'm in love with you."
Her entire being - body and mind -- froze in place for several seconds. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to reboot her system after such an unexpected shock. The tears spilled down her cheeks when she did, and he wiped them away with his fingertips. "What?"
"When I thought you were with my best friend, it caused me considerable pain." He cleared his throat, then went on. "Without the other parts of my memory, all I could focus on were my feelings for you. Maybe I was repressing them - more than likely, it was a combination of things. But now I see no logical reason to hold onto the truth."
"You..?"
"So, if by any chance you were to feel the same -" He stopped all at once and removed his hand, realizing he was touching her rather intimately. But when he did, she moved, yearning towards his touch so much he used both hands to cradle her face as he met her in a soft kiss. It lasted only seconds, this first, but when they parted each let out a small moan.
"Sh - Shota," Elly gasped, and he noticed somewhat smugly that her voice was breathy and rough.
Of course his was, too. "That's better," he told her seriously. "Everyone calls me Aizawa. I'd like if it you used that, instead."
"Good," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him close. "Then make me say it again."
"Gladly." He kissed her more seriously, lapping at her lower lip and moaning when she opened her mouth to give him access. They twisted and squirmed on the small sofa, their hands stroking and petting, harsh breathing and an occasional groan filling the room. Eventually Elly had to say something.
"The couch is too small for us both. We'll fall off if we begin anything too, ah... adventerous."
"We could make a floor bed," he murmured.
"Do you have enough stuff for that?"
"Let's find out." He stood up and took the cushions from his side of the couch off. She grinned and jumped up as well, gathering the ones under her. "Here - bedroom's on the left." He led her back down the hall to an extremely dark room that had blackout curtains and not much else. When Aizawa clicked the lights on, there was only his sleeping bag and duffel close by.
"You really don't own anything," she gasped in awe, dumping the cushions she held along with his.
He shrugged. "I have enough."
She eyed the woefully small pile for their bed and raised her eyebrows, but he laughed and opened the closet on the far side of the room. This small storage area provided a surprising amount of blankets and one extra sleeping bag, enough for a very cozy makeshift bed.
"Where did you get all these?" She purred, rubbing her hand on a soft polar fleece blanket.
"Donations, gifts." He laid next to her and sighed. "I'm glad I kept them. This is ...nice."
Elly cuddled into his arms and sighed. "You're remembering more," she said. "I'm so glad."
"You should be," he grinned slyly. "I might have just remembered a few things that are going to make this night memorable."
"S'already memorable." Her hands lifted the hem of his shirt and caressed his chest underneath.
"Hnf." He pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His chest was firm, well built, and moderately hairy. She exclaimed softly in delight as she traced his rough skin, toying playfully with the trail that led into his sweatpants. Aizawa huffed louder, his eyes squeezing shut. "You're wearing too much."
"So are you." Her fingers lifted the waistband and she thrust a hand inside. He busied himself with lifting her shirt and unfastening the bra underneath, but when her palm curled around his stiff member he froze, shuddering hard.
"Ches..."
"Here, take these off." She pushed the pants down around his hips and he wormed his way out of them. His erection poked eagerly up at once, flushed red at the tip and dripping with fluids. "Do you always go commando?"
He snorted. "I hadn't done the laundry yet."
"Oh." She smiled as he stared hotly at her, his gray eyes dark with lust.
"Protection?" His voice was husky, rough and hungry.
"We're okay. Monthly testing and I'm on birth control."
He groaned thickly. "We won't have to worry about that if you keep that up."
Elly glanced briefly down at her hand and realized she was stroking him with a firm but gentle touch, easily giving a good handjob due to the amount of lubricant he was producing. "Oops."
"Don't apologize. Your touch is amazing." He kissed her again, a little sloppier this time and much harder. "You do need to stop, however, or I'm going to come too quickly."
She nodded and removed her hand. Aizawa tugged on her shirt, and she propped herself up so he could pull it off. Elly discarded her bra and laid back, lazily stroking the back of his head as he bent towards her breasts.
"Oh, Shota," she whispered shakily as his mouth devoured her hardened nipples. His dark hair tickled as he licked and sucked, one hand playing gently with the opposite breast. It wasn't very long before she was gripping him around the waist with her legs, twitching uncontrollably and begging for his sex. Aizawa smirked and slid his hot mouth just above her chest, worrying a few love bites into her pale skin. She clawed at his back, hissing with pleasure.
"Up," he said quietly, and she lifted her lower half again while he slipped the rest of her clothes off. Her tail proved a challenge, but then they were both completely naked. He let his gaze linger on her lush figure and pale skin, so much lighter than his and far less scarred. "You're beautiful," he murmured.
Elly spoke not a word, but her fingers traced the rough skin of his elbow, her heart in her eyes. He nodded and lowered himself down and into her, sighing with satisfaction as he felt her heat envelop him. She trembled, her head thrown back and her lips parted.
And then they moved ...together.
He was extremely gentle with her, cradling her in one arm as he thrust. His other was keeping him propped up enough so his weight didn't crush her, his fingers tangled in the blankets and muscles straining. It was good to lose himself in the act of loving her - the give and receive, the clean sweat and steadily building pressure in his groin burned away any worries of the present. He had been injured and in the hospital only hours before, but that seemed a vague dream now as he listened to the cat woman's cries underneath him.
Elly tried desperately to keep up with him, but he was a slow, steady lovemaking machine. She grew weary of meeting his thrusts with her own, jerking her hips up as he moved. Her pleasure only grew, however, and she found new strength as her position caused him to angle up at the perfect spot inside her.
She bit her lip, her toes curling. "Sho," she gasped raggedly, "Up, like this. Not as much in." He immediately changed tactics, arching his thrusts to meet hers, and she cried out so loudly he faltered.
"Ches?"
"Yes! Yes yes yes! Don't stop, baby, I'm gonna -!"
Aizawa choked and doubled his efforts. Their bellies slapped together in a quickening beat, and he joined her in a series of short, rough moans as the weight in his lower belly threatened to crush him. "Ah, ah, ahh!"
That was it; no more holding back. He shivered, hunching forward with his hair tenting over them to cover both their faces. His kiss was frantic as his hips jerked, losing his rhythm as he spilled his essence inside her. He heard her screaming his name and a weary - though satisfied -- smile touched his lips.
"That did it," he announced softly.
"Mnn, Sho baby?" Elly rubbed her eyes in a cat-like gesture. "You feel okay?"
He looked down at her as he pulled out and chuckled. "I remember," he said simply.
Her ears shot up. "Really? Everything?!"
"Yes."
She squealed happily and threw her arms around his sweaty neck. "Thank god!"
"I was going to eventually, you know." He rolled over, pulling her half on top of him.
"Mnn?"
"I never forgot that I loved you. The rest just took longer, that's all."
Discoveries (Shota)
"So," Kayama grinned, steepling her fingers over the top of her laptop to stare at her colleague across the way. "Did you get lucky last night? Is that why you're extra tired this morning?" Her eyes gleamed as she took in his blood-flecked eyes.
Aizawa didn't bother to even glance up from his work. "I stayed on a late patrol."
"So what, nothing? Again?"
He grunted. "I'm fine with going slow."
"Slow is one thing, Aizawa." Kayama paused for a moment, tapping her fingers on the polished wood of the shared desktop. "But how long's it been now? How many months?"
"A year and three, actually." His tone was as casual as if they were discussing the weather.
"You've been together that long and haven't done anything?!"
"This is hardly a work appropriate discussion," he said firmly, his eyes finally glancing up over the top of the computer at her.
She was aghast, her eyes giant as she pointed at him. "You've got to do something about this! Couples grow apart if they don't renew their intimacy once in awhile, and you two have never even -!"
He got up and walked out.
As abrupt as he had been with her, however, the conversation did make him think. But he didn't want his girlfriend to be uncomfortable, so he said nothing until she brought the subject up herself after school hours.
"Midnight was giving me these terrible looks all day," Elly shuddered as she sat on his somewhat dilapidated couch. Her striped, double-tipped tail swished at the memory as she watched him make coffee.
"That?" Aizawa shrugged and poured her a cup. "She was concerned because she thinks we haven't had sex yet." He picked both up and carried them over.
Elly's eyebrows drew tight, pulling up as her ears went down. "But - but Shota," she said in a tiny voice. "We haven't. "
He sighed and put his cup down on the table. "Yes. I know." His gray eyes focused directly on her own. "Do you want to discuss this now?"
Her ears folded further back in distress. "I - I didn't think... is it a problem? Do you not want to be with m -"
"Elly."
She jumped; he never used her English given name as he had an accent and it came out sounding like his ward's - Eri's -- instead. It got her attention fast and her heart pounded crazily in her chest at the thought of how serious he sounded. He looked worried and she reached up to smooth the creases in his brow.
"I care more about you than I do sexual gratification," he said so intensely that she blinked.
"Oh."
"I'm not going anywhere." He waited until she nodded and then took her hand in his. "Now. Tell me why you seem so afraid to get physical."
"I'm sorry." Elly winced.
"It really is okay," he murmured.
"Why is it okay?" She thought about the few other men she'd tried dating and shuddered. Those hadn't ended well. But, then again, they hadn't lasted as long as her relationship with Aizawa. The shabbily dressed, dark-haired man treated her to a slow, gentle smile - more common for her to see than anyone else, but rare enough to cause her heart to flutter. She thought he looked particularly handsome; though he wore a tattered black shirt and gray sweatpants his hair was pulled back into a rough bun.
"I love you," he said as if that was reason enough, and took a sip of his coffee.
She was starting to realize that for him, that was enough. With that realization came a flood of emotions she had been repressing for a very long time. Elly flung herself into her boyfriend's arms and buried her head in his chest, crying as quietly as she could. He stretched one arm out, sloshing some of the dark brew on himself in the process, but managed to set the cup back down so he could wrap his arms around her.
"You're holding back even now, aren't you." It wasn't a question, but she nodded. Aizawa stroked her hair and thought hard for awhile as she got herself under control.
"Sorry," she gasped again when she had enough air.
"You don't need to apologize."
"I ... know, but it's ingrained in me. Thank you for saying that, though."
"Ches." He pulled her desperately close, his strong arms tightening around her in a protective fashion. One hand cupped the back of her head as he husked into her ear. "Who hurt you this badly? And how can I help you?"
"Bad childhood," she said simply. "I can't shake the shame of wanting, or liking sexual gratification. I've - I've never even managed to, uh, do it myself."
"Your ..." He paused, cleared his throat. "You've never had an orgasm?"
"Not on purpose. I think my body does it sometimes when I sleep. Women can squeeze their thighs to m - masturbate, but it's rare. I've woken up feeling kind of weird after we -" She faltered to a stop, her cheeks redder than ever.
He broke out into one of his slow grins, his eyes tracking hers. "After we what, my queen? Make out? Is that it?"
She shivered nervously. "All right, yes. The nights we fool around I can't even do anything about it unless I'm asleep, I guess. And it's not satisfying that way."
The hand around the back of her head threaded through her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. "Hmm."
"I - I want to be with you, Shota, really. I'm just ashamed and scared I'll mess things up."
"You can't mess us up. I'm not going anywhere." He leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, causing her to gasp.
"W - what are you..?!"
Aizawa's hand held her firmly, caught tightly but not painfully in her hair. He slowly licked down to her throat and then back, chasing his tongue's actions with little, teasing nips of his teeth.
"Sh- Sho - ta Ai - za - wa..!"
He chuckled but kept going. After she stopped protesting he moved to the other side of her neck, this time kissing and biting a little harder. He paid careful attention, listening to her breathing as it rasped roughly and feeling her body grow softer against his, more pliant.
"You never let me bite harder than this," he murmured, lips working on her blushed skin. "Is it because the idea of your lover marking you drives you wild?"
Elly drew in her breath sharply, heart pounding crazily in her chest. His stubble rubbed on her as he nuzzled closer. "Sho -!"
"And that frightens you," he concluded. "Losing control. Wanting me so much that we move forward, my hands beginning to wander, caressing your breasts." He chose his words carefully, alert to any change in her body language. "My mouth sucking on your nipples, my hands moving lower..."
There.
Her breathing hitched and she stiffened in his arms, almost imperceptibly.
Almost.
"It's okay, Ches. It's not happening. We're sitting here and my hands are where you can both see them." He held his free one up and drew the other from her hair to do the same.
"Sex. That's what you want, isn't it?" Her voice was very weak. "It's what you want and I've never let you."
"I want to make love to you." He drew back and looked deeply into her eyes. "Making love is more than just the act of sex. Besides, I never mentioned intercourse at all. I was making you feel good." He placed a rough-calloused palm on her cheek. "Would you like that? May I try?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "I've wanted to try for a long time now. I just ... it's hard to talk about."
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Same safewords as always, stoplight colors. Remember? Nothing will happen that you don't want. Promise to tell me right away if you're scared." His voice cracked a little as he spoke again. "I never want to hurt you."
"Okay."
Aizawa's hand slid down her side until he was gently petting her breast. "All right?"
"N - nervous."
"Color?"
"Green," she replied promptly, though her voice shook a little.
Aizawa removed his hand and laid his head between her breasts instead. His breath was warm on her skin, and she could feel his heartbeat as he lay peacefully, doing nothing at all. He simply rested. She glanced over and saw his eyes were half-lidded and drowsy. Elly stroked his long, dark hair in a soothing manner, caressing his forehead and scalp. She smiled when she heard him sigh and watched his eyes close.
This was nice.
It was a quiet cuddle they were sharing, nothing different from how he would nap when they were together on the weekends. Slowly she began to relax, snuggling back into the couch cushions with her arms around her sleepy boyfriend. She was so calm that when she felt one of his hands steal under her shirt it didn't quite register at first. He deftly unhooked her front-closure bra and then waited, his hand cupping one bare breast.
Elly blinked down at him. "How did you do that?"
Aizawa was sporting one of those creepy grins he got when he thought he'd one-upped someone. "Color?"
She hesitated, but then lifted her shirt herself so he had better access. "Green," she said quietly.
"Beautiful," he whispered, wrapping his lips ever so lightly around her nipple. Her hands twitched on the back of his head but the gentle pleasure grew, somehow getting better as the skin became tender from the teasing. Aizawa did not move aside from his lips and tongue, and soon she was breathing heavily, her hands cradling and stroking his head as before, this time in encouragement. He kept it up until she grew shivery under him, soft moans falling from her parted lips.
"How are you feeling, my queen?" His voice was deliberately soft and low, a sexy husk.
"I - I want..." She didn't finish but her hips bucked up towards his body in a tense spasm she couldn't control. He let her shirt fall down again as he crawled back up to face her.
"You want me to help you?" One hand was carefully placed on the crotch of her jeans.
Elly sucked in a quick breath. "Yes."
He kissed her lips and set his forehead on hers as his hand started to move. Aizawa drew down the zipper slowly, then rubbed a finger on the silky material underneath. "What do you think about me taking your pants all the way off? Color?"
She stiffened underneath him, and he could feel her trying to take deep, calming breaths.
"Ches," he murmured, "you're red right now, aren't you. Don't try to tough it out. Tell me."
"Yes."
"Color?" He prompted once more.
A tiny sob escaped her. "Red."
"Good girl," he soothed, immediately withdrawing his hands to hold her instead. "It's all right. I want you to tell me when you're scared, remember?"
"I know, but - but what if I take too long? What if you get tired of catering to me like this? You deserve -"
He placed a hand over her mouth. The warm, rough palm stopped her rambling right away and she stared up at him fearfully. Aizawa's hair was afloat and his gray eyes were filled with determination. "I will never give up on helping you," he said so intensely that she shivered. "You're worth it, even if you don't think so."
"Oh!"
"I love you," he said in a much softer tone, kissing her on the lips.
"You've said that a lot today." Elly sighed into his mouth between kisses.
"You need to hear it. Now, ah, do you want to take a break? We don't have to go farther if you're uncomfortable."
She rubbed her cheek against his stubbled one, frowning. "I'm... I do want you to keep going."
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I feel really tense and it's driving me crazy." She squirmed around, biting her lower lip.
"Then how about this," he murmured, his fingers once more rubbing the front of her panties through the opening in her jeans. "You keep these on. I'll slide under here, see?"
"Sh - Shota..."
"Relax, my queen. Does it feel good?" It was difficult to touch her just right, the cloth binding him up, but he managed to find the upper part of her sex and rubbed gently.
"Oh!"
Aizawa kissed her as his finger rolled in tight, little circles. He listened carefully to her breathing as it picked up and smiled when she began to moan. "I want you to feel good. Tell me if you need anything - faster, maybe?"
Her hips bucked up into his touch and she whimpered. "Don't know. But don't stop!"
"I won't," he promised. "Not unless you want me to."
Her cries grew louder, and he leaned over her, pressing kisses to her cheeks, lips, eyes and throat while he whispered encouragement. Surrounded by him with her thoughts focused entirely on this scruffy man she loved so much, she finally surrendered to the pleasure. Elly didn't scream, but her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she clung to him, shaking hard at the tingling burst in her loins. Aizawa guided her through, moving slower until she fell limply backwards.
He removed his hand and grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe his hand. "That was incredibly sexy, you know." He offered her one and she shook her head.
"Really?" Her voice was satisfyingly breathy. "I, uh, have to use the bathroom. Be right back."
He nodded, then cleared his throat. "Don't hurry on my account."
"But -" She stared pointedly at the obvious lump in his pants.
"No." He shook his head. "You need to know I did this for you. Trust me, ah... this is uncomfortable, but I'll survive."
"If you're sure..."
"Yes." He grinned at her then. "I love you. Go clean up, and then we can have a nap."
Elly smiled back.
"It only gets better from here," he promised her as she walked down the hall.
Aizawa didn't bother to even glance up from his work. "I stayed on a late patrol."
"So what, nothing? Again?"
He grunted. "I'm fine with going slow."
"Slow is one thing, Aizawa." Kayama paused for a moment, tapping her fingers on the polished wood of the shared desktop. "But how long's it been now? How many months?"
"A year and three, actually." His tone was as casual as if they were discussing the weather.
"You've been together that long and haven't done anything?!"
"This is hardly a work appropriate discussion," he said firmly, his eyes finally glancing up over the top of the computer at her.
She was aghast, her eyes giant as she pointed at him. "You've got to do something about this! Couples grow apart if they don't renew their intimacy once in awhile, and you two have never even -!"
He got up and walked out.
As abrupt as he had been with her, however, the conversation did make him think. But he didn't want his girlfriend to be uncomfortable, so he said nothing until she brought the subject up herself after school hours.
"Midnight was giving me these terrible looks all day," Elly shuddered as she sat on his somewhat dilapidated couch. Her striped, double-tipped tail swished at the memory as she watched him make coffee.
"That?" Aizawa shrugged and poured her a cup. "She was concerned because she thinks we haven't had sex yet." He picked both up and carried them over.
Elly's eyebrows drew tight, pulling up as her ears went down. "But - but Shota," she said in a tiny voice. "We haven't. "
He sighed and put his cup down on the table. "Yes. I know." His gray eyes focused directly on her own. "Do you want to discuss this now?"
Her ears folded further back in distress. "I - I didn't think... is it a problem? Do you not want to be with m -"
"Elly."
She jumped; he never used her English given name as he had an accent and it came out sounding like his ward's - Eri's -- instead. It got her attention fast and her heart pounded crazily in her chest at the thought of how serious he sounded. He looked worried and she reached up to smooth the creases in his brow.
"I care more about you than I do sexual gratification," he said so intensely that she blinked.
"Oh."
"I'm not going anywhere." He waited until she nodded and then took her hand in his. "Now. Tell me why you seem so afraid to get physical."
"I'm sorry." Elly winced.
"It really is okay," he murmured.
"Why is it okay?" She thought about the few other men she'd tried dating and shuddered. Those hadn't ended well. But, then again, they hadn't lasted as long as her relationship with Aizawa. The shabbily dressed, dark-haired man treated her to a slow, gentle smile - more common for her to see than anyone else, but rare enough to cause her heart to flutter. She thought he looked particularly handsome; though he wore a tattered black shirt and gray sweatpants his hair was pulled back into a rough bun.
"I love you," he said as if that was reason enough, and took a sip of his coffee.
She was starting to realize that for him, that was enough. With that realization came a flood of emotions she had been repressing for a very long time. Elly flung herself into her boyfriend's arms and buried her head in his chest, crying as quietly as she could. He stretched one arm out, sloshing some of the dark brew on himself in the process, but managed to set the cup back down so he could wrap his arms around her.
"You're holding back even now, aren't you." It wasn't a question, but she nodded. Aizawa stroked her hair and thought hard for awhile as she got herself under control.
"Sorry," she gasped again when she had enough air.
"You don't need to apologize."
"I ... know, but it's ingrained in me. Thank you for saying that, though."
"Ches." He pulled her desperately close, his strong arms tightening around her in a protective fashion. One hand cupped the back of her head as he husked into her ear. "Who hurt you this badly? And how can I help you?"
"Bad childhood," she said simply. "I can't shake the shame of wanting, or liking sexual gratification. I've - I've never even managed to, uh, do it myself."
"Your ..." He paused, cleared his throat. "You've never had an orgasm?"
"Not on purpose. I think my body does it sometimes when I sleep. Women can squeeze their thighs to m - masturbate, but it's rare. I've woken up feeling kind of weird after we -" She faltered to a stop, her cheeks redder than ever.
He broke out into one of his slow grins, his eyes tracking hers. "After we what, my queen? Make out? Is that it?"
She shivered nervously. "All right, yes. The nights we fool around I can't even do anything about it unless I'm asleep, I guess. And it's not satisfying that way."
The hand around the back of her head threaded through her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. "Hmm."
"I - I want to be with you, Shota, really. I'm just ashamed and scared I'll mess things up."
"You can't mess us up. I'm not going anywhere." He leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, causing her to gasp.
"W - what are you..?!"
Aizawa's hand held her firmly, caught tightly but not painfully in her hair. He slowly licked down to her throat and then back, chasing his tongue's actions with little, teasing nips of his teeth.
"Sh- Sho - ta Ai - za - wa..!"
He chuckled but kept going. After she stopped protesting he moved to the other side of her neck, this time kissing and biting a little harder. He paid careful attention, listening to her breathing as it rasped roughly and feeling her body grow softer against his, more pliant.
"You never let me bite harder than this," he murmured, lips working on her blushed skin. "Is it because the idea of your lover marking you drives you wild?"
Elly drew in her breath sharply, heart pounding crazily in her chest. His stubble rubbed on her as he nuzzled closer. "Sho -!"
"And that frightens you," he concluded. "Losing control. Wanting me so much that we move forward, my hands beginning to wander, caressing your breasts." He chose his words carefully, alert to any change in her body language. "My mouth sucking on your nipples, my hands moving lower..."
There.
Her breathing hitched and she stiffened in his arms, almost imperceptibly.
Almost.
"It's okay, Ches. It's not happening. We're sitting here and my hands are where you can both see them." He held his free one up and drew the other from her hair to do the same.
"Sex. That's what you want, isn't it?" Her voice was very weak. "It's what you want and I've never let you."
"I want to make love to you." He drew back and looked deeply into her eyes. "Making love is more than just the act of sex. Besides, I never mentioned intercourse at all. I was making you feel good." He placed a rough-calloused palm on her cheek. "Would you like that? May I try?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "I've wanted to try for a long time now. I just ... it's hard to talk about."
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Same safewords as always, stoplight colors. Remember? Nothing will happen that you don't want. Promise to tell me right away if you're scared." His voice cracked a little as he spoke again. "I never want to hurt you."
"Okay."
Aizawa's hand slid down her side until he was gently petting her breast. "All right?"
"N - nervous."
"Color?"
"Green," she replied promptly, though her voice shook a little.
Aizawa removed his hand and laid his head between her breasts instead. His breath was warm on her skin, and she could feel his heartbeat as he lay peacefully, doing nothing at all. He simply rested. She glanced over and saw his eyes were half-lidded and drowsy. Elly stroked his long, dark hair in a soothing manner, caressing his forehead and scalp. She smiled when she heard him sigh and watched his eyes close.
This was nice.
It was a quiet cuddle they were sharing, nothing different from how he would nap when they were together on the weekends. Slowly she began to relax, snuggling back into the couch cushions with her arms around her sleepy boyfriend. She was so calm that when she felt one of his hands steal under her shirt it didn't quite register at first. He deftly unhooked her front-closure bra and then waited, his hand cupping one bare breast.
Elly blinked down at him. "How did you do that?"
Aizawa was sporting one of those creepy grins he got when he thought he'd one-upped someone. "Color?"
She hesitated, but then lifted her shirt herself so he had better access. "Green," she said quietly.
"Beautiful," he whispered, wrapping his lips ever so lightly around her nipple. Her hands twitched on the back of his head but the gentle pleasure grew, somehow getting better as the skin became tender from the teasing. Aizawa did not move aside from his lips and tongue, and soon she was breathing heavily, her hands cradling and stroking his head as before, this time in encouragement. He kept it up until she grew shivery under him, soft moans falling from her parted lips.
"How are you feeling, my queen?" His voice was deliberately soft and low, a sexy husk.
"I - I want..." She didn't finish but her hips bucked up towards his body in a tense spasm she couldn't control. He let her shirt fall down again as he crawled back up to face her.
"You want me to help you?" One hand was carefully placed on the crotch of her jeans.
Elly sucked in a quick breath. "Yes."
He kissed her lips and set his forehead on hers as his hand started to move. Aizawa drew down the zipper slowly, then rubbed a finger on the silky material underneath. "What do you think about me taking your pants all the way off? Color?"
She stiffened underneath him, and he could feel her trying to take deep, calming breaths.
"Ches," he murmured, "you're red right now, aren't you. Don't try to tough it out. Tell me."
"Yes."
"Color?" He prompted once more.
A tiny sob escaped her. "Red."
"Good girl," he soothed, immediately withdrawing his hands to hold her instead. "It's all right. I want you to tell me when you're scared, remember?"
"I know, but - but what if I take too long? What if you get tired of catering to me like this? You deserve -"
He placed a hand over her mouth. The warm, rough palm stopped her rambling right away and she stared up at him fearfully. Aizawa's hair was afloat and his gray eyes were filled with determination. "I will never give up on helping you," he said so intensely that she shivered. "You're worth it, even if you don't think so."
"Oh!"
"I love you," he said in a much softer tone, kissing her on the lips.
"You've said that a lot today." Elly sighed into his mouth between kisses.
"You need to hear it. Now, ah, do you want to take a break? We don't have to go farther if you're uncomfortable."
She rubbed her cheek against his stubbled one, frowning. "I'm... I do want you to keep going."
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I feel really tense and it's driving me crazy." She squirmed around, biting her lower lip.
"Then how about this," he murmured, his fingers once more rubbing the front of her panties through the opening in her jeans. "You keep these on. I'll slide under here, see?"
"Sh - Shota..."
"Relax, my queen. Does it feel good?" It was difficult to touch her just right, the cloth binding him up, but he managed to find the upper part of her sex and rubbed gently.
"Oh!"
Aizawa kissed her as his finger rolled in tight, little circles. He listened carefully to her breathing as it picked up and smiled when she began to moan. "I want you to feel good. Tell me if you need anything - faster, maybe?"
Her hips bucked up into his touch and she whimpered. "Don't know. But don't stop!"
"I won't," he promised. "Not unless you want me to."
Her cries grew louder, and he leaned over her, pressing kisses to her cheeks, lips, eyes and throat while he whispered encouragement. Surrounded by him with her thoughts focused entirely on this scruffy man she loved so much, she finally surrendered to the pleasure. Elly didn't scream, but her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she clung to him, shaking hard at the tingling burst in her loins. Aizawa guided her through, moving slower until she fell limply backwards.
He removed his hand and grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe his hand. "That was incredibly sexy, you know." He offered her one and she shook her head.
"Really?" Her voice was satisfyingly breathy. "I, uh, have to use the bathroom. Be right back."
He nodded, then cleared his throat. "Don't hurry on my account."
"But -" She stared pointedly at the obvious lump in his pants.
"No." He shook his head. "You need to know I did this for you. Trust me, ah... this is uncomfortable, but I'll survive."
"If you're sure..."
"Yes." He grinned at her then. "I love you. Go clean up, and then we can have a nap."
Elly smiled back.
"It only gets better from here," he promised her as she walked down the hall.
Hero Worship (Zashi)
The box was huge.
It arrived care of U.A., addressed to the school counselor, but she wasn't there at the time. Since she didn't take possession of it right away, it sat in the teacher's lounge while the staff ogled it.
"It's friggin' giant," Present Mic exclaimed in awe.
"It's also not yours, Hizashi." Aizawa sat in the chair next to his friend, digging one hand into his capture weapon to search for his eyedrops.
"I know!"
"Doesn't diminish the curiosity, though." Midnight tapped on one side. "It's heavy. To ship this all the way from America must've cost a fortune."
"Cheshire said she paid for it," Toshinori murmured quietly. Everyone turned to face the skeletal blond man as he coughed apologetically. "She told me she had to threaten her mother not to throw the stuff out. It's quite important to her."
"Oh my goddd, now I have to know what's in it. She told All Might about it, it's got to be something juicy!"
"Kayama!"
"Don't -!"
"It slipped," she said innocently, her dark eyes wide as one of her pointed fingernails slit the tape. "Look, just a peek and we'll seal it back up... oh. Oh, my."
"Well?" Hizashi tried not to look too interested. "No, no, we shouldn't. You need to fix it back up. She's our colleague, and it's her privacy."
"Yamada," Kayama said thoughtfully, "remember that charity auction we did years ago?"
He pulled a face. "There's been a lot -"
"The one where your jacket - your used jacket -- sold for that obscene amount of money?"
He pushed his shades up, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Oh that. Uh huh. Some chick in America fought really hard... for ... it ..." He trailed off, his greenish-gold eyes bulging.
Toshinori's jaw dropped, and he sat back down into his chair slowly. Aizawa appeared to be wholly absorbed in his work, his expression enigmatic as always, though he did glance over at his friend once.
Kayama pursed her lips. "I think you'd better have a private chat with Ms. Sketchit after school hours," she told him with a smug little smirk.
That was how Hizashi found himself at her apartment several hours later. He had waited until they had time to shower and change into civilian clothing, hoping it would be easier to talk as friends than colleagues.
And besides, if his hero persona got her that flustered, he wanted to save it for a special occasion.
He was barely inside before he spilled everything. "Kayama looked," he blurted out all at once. "I swear, Ches, I told her not to - we all did -- but then she said that I should talk to ya afterwards, an' I got to thinkin' maybe she knew what she was talking about, and -"
Elly sighed. "Breathe, Zashi," she told him wearily.
He gulped in a huge breath of air. "She asked me about this one time, when I donated a jacket..."
She sighed an even deeper sigh and reached into the box, pulling out a very familiar jacket that was definitely his. Even the better fakes couldn't duplicate the exact size, for one, and he had a special lining sewn inside that could be unzipped in warmer weather. His mouth gaped open, lips slightly pursed as he stared, wide-eyed at this proof.
"I have the certificate of authenticity that came with it and your hand-written note." Her voice cracked and he noticed she was facing away from him, unable to look him in the eye.
"Whoa, babe, th - this went for a lot of money. Like, thousands." He placed a shaky hand on her shoulder and she flinched.
"I'm sorry," she choked. "This is really embarrassing, and I've put you in a terrible position. I never meant to do that to a colleague."
"No! It's, uh, I mean, why?" He stared incredulously at her, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Ches, that was so much money!"
Her knees trembled and she collapsed all at once on the floor in front of the package, sobbing. "I had to have something! My home life, my - my relationships... they were shit. You were the only person that gave me hope, even if you didn't really. I used fantasies of you to stay sane."
"Huh. No way." Hizashi fiddled with the bracelet he wore on one wrist, spinning the red beads absently. "Well, is the real thing better?"
"I don't know," she hissed acidly, "since now I've probably lost you as a friend. All because of my stupid crush from way back."
"Of course we're still friends," he said in exasperation. "This whole thing is actually kinda incredible. No one's ever had, uh - I'm not regarded as a sexy hero or anything. Not really. Uh... d'ya still have a crush on me?"
"You're not helping," Elly groaned. "And no. I've gone farther now that I know you."
"Farther..?" He gave her what she always thought of as The Look, one of his glorious, green-gold eyes wide and the other squinted, with a sly smirk to match. "You tryin' to tell me somethin'?"
"Just when I thought this day couldn't get more embarrassing." Elly's ears flattened backwards and she started to shake again. "I'm not trying to tell you, since I want to stay friends. You can guess, you're smart enough." She pushed the box angrily with her foot and it fell over, spilling far more Present Mic merchandise than he knew was available onto the table and floor.
"No hugging pillow?" Hizashi poked curiously through the pile. "M'actually kinda sad. Never saw one with me on it before."
Her purple eyes stared at him with a flat, dead inside kind of look. "You've seen all this, I guess it's not going to hurt." She waved him down the hall into her bedroom. He followed, head bobbing as he peered around her eagerly.
He was a bit disappointed to see it wasn't lewd at all. It was a standard photo of him, the pose they used for almost everything. He was standing tall with one arm up. It was, however, a very worn-looking pillowcase. Like it had been used - and washed -- a lot.
"I can't sleep without it," she confessed in a very small voice. "I'll have to now, honestly, but -"
"Well, sure." Hizashi stepped forward and eyed his image with a peculiar squint. "But only 'cause there isn't room for us both and a pillow." He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back to whisper in her ear. "I'm'a sleep cuddler. Really bad. Tend to cling, yanno?"
Her face flamed bright red. "Uh..."
"Yeahhh?"
"Are you suggesting we're going to sleep together from now on?"
He blinked. "Why not, babe?"
"Because I'm not that easy, Yamada Hizashi!" Elly bared her fangs at him as she yelled. It wasn't as loud as he could get, of course, but she had excellent diaphragm control and he was oddly proud. "Get out!"
Hizashi was devastated. He darted out of her home at breakneck speed while she shrieked like a cat at him. His heart pounding heavily in his chest and his breath coming in harsh pants, he called his two best friends for help.
"How on earth did you ruin such a sure thing?" Kayama wrinkled her nose at him, toying with the rim of her glass with one finger. They had gone to their usual haunt, a bar close by campus. It was within walking distance but Hizashi had taken his car for comfort. He didn't plan on drinking anyway. "She's totally into you," she continued.
"You know him," Aizawa grunted cryptically.
"I - I just -!" The blond man groaned and banged his forehead on the table. He spoke from that flattened position, his voice slightly muffled. "Aughhh... I kinda, maybe acted like it was already decided we'd, uh, ..."
They stared at him across the beer-stained table.
"You know." He looked up and coughed, blushing suddenly, then stared wretchedly into his glass of soda. "Do the deed."
"So..."
"You pressured her?"
"Nuh uh!" He shook his head wildly about. "I said something like how I cling when I sleep."
Aizawa snorted laughter. "Idiot."
"I was tryna' be cute!"
"And you probably were, to her," Kayama said firmly. "It pissed her off. You were being too flippant about things. It's obvious that she wants more than just sex from you."
"So do I!"
"It's fixable." She rolled her eyes in exasperation at him. "Go apologize, stupid. With flowers. And maybe some wine or something. Woo her like she matters to you, no joking."
"But - but of course she does, I even told her we were still friends!"
"Then she thinks that's all you are, idiot. You said she's got more than a crush on you, well - fucking confess. She's not going to do it until you do."
"She's right, you know," Aizawa added calmly.
Hizashi sprinted outside as fast as he could.
It took him more than an hour before he could gather everything he needed and he made sure to text several apologies along the way. She ignored every one, but he did notice she read them. He found the reason she may have not answered back when he arrived at her apartment again. Elly's voice could be heard from where he stood as she talked on the phone.
"He's so ughhh," she groaned loudly. "How can someone be so adorable yet gorgeous at the same time?"
A pause, then,
"And why did I give up my only chance?!"
He held his breath and knocked on the door.
Inside, Elly's ears jerked upright and her eyes grew wild as she stared at the entrance. He knocked again, gently, and called out her name in a low tone.
She couldn't refuse him.
When she opened it, Hizashi stood there, head drooping like a wounded puppy. His spiralled eyes were wide and filled with sorrowful hope. In his left hand he held the most magnificent flowers she had ever seen. He trembled as he offered it to her; a black box with gold calligraphy on the side, filled with far more than twelve red roses. She'd never seen so many in person before.
Did they do bouquets of more than a dozen?
Apparently they did.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice deep and serious. He swallowed hard, then bit his lip and held out his other offering. His hand was gripping a bottle of expensive looking sake so tightly the knuckles were white. A plastic bag dangled from that wrist. She sniffed and caught a scent of her favorite food.
"Oh."
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he sniffled. "Don't let my stupid mouth ruin us."
"Your mouth isn't stupid," she said automatically, and he smiled.
"Does this mean I can come back in?"
Elly sighed in defeat, though the corners of her mouth twitched up in a shy smile.
"These are really beautiful," she commented as she set the flowers aside for now.
He set the bag of food and the sake down on the counter so he could take his boots off at the door. "They're, uh, 'forever roses'. There's a florist in town that has them in stock so I got lucky..."
"Forever?"
"Yeah." He startled her by coming up from one side and peering down over her shoulder. "The place has a lifetime guarantee on 'em. I kinda, uh, see..." He made a face she couldn't see and then laughed out loud. "I wouldn't be surprised if it's out on social media real soon that Present Mic bought a bouquet of these. I had to show serious I.D. to get 'em."
"Why would you -" Elly had been searching the name online, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw the cost of a single rose. "Yamada Hizashi! These are too expensive!" Her phone clattered onto the countertop out of her nerveless fingers.
He shook his head rapidly, golden hair flicking back and forth as he did. Some came loose from the bun and he tucked it behind his ear. "Nuh uh," he protested. "You're worth as much to me as you spent on my jacket!"
"H - hih - iz ..." She hiccupped, tears running down flushed cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a sweet embrace.
"No buts," he said firmly. "In fact, you're worth more to me 'cause I'm in love with you." And then he kissed her, since her face was turned up to him anyway.
Elly absolutely melted against him, a phrase he had read before and thought silly. Now he knew it could happen; her body was warm and pliant and wholly desirable. He held her with one arm around the waist while his other hand twined in her short, purple hair, threading through while he mouthed her lips repeatedly. When she gripped his outer shirt in both hands and started to kiss back harder, he moaned and slid both hands down her lower back.
"Zashi."
"Mnn." He opened his eyes to find himself staring into her deep, dark purple ones.
"After all that fuss I made earlier, I'm embarrassed to give in like this," she groaned. "But if you kiss me any more I swear I'll just faint!"
He shrugged and grinned sheepishly at her. "Is that such a bad thing, babe? I'm not goin' anywhere... yer stuck with me. Hope you like super clingy, affectionate boyfriends!"
She gave up all at once, and so unexpectedly that he stumbled back a step. "Show me," she pleaded, her tone low and rich and urgent. "Take me into the bedroom and show me how much you love me."
"For real, yo?" His eyes seemed to spin, the spirals thickening in intensity.
"I can't wait. Yes."
"Lemme put the food in the fridge, at least."
She giggled at his fretful tone and nodded. "I have a feeling we're going to want it later."
"Arrgh," he grumbled as he stood up. "Don't wanna let go - hafta put food away." Hizashi bent and kissed her neck, rubbing his mustache on her and making her laugh louder.
"The faster we put the stuff up, the faster we can get back to snuggling."
His eyes brightened. He bounced over to the counter and slid the takeout into the fridge in one smooth, swift movement. "Okay! Where's the bedroom, baby?"
She clutched her sides, howling with laughter.
"Yer not gonna be laughing for long," he predicted with a wicked smirk.
They lay tangled together on her western style bed, sheets twisted under them and clothing piled everywhere the eye could see. A pair of briefs hung from one of the bedposts and her bra lay draped across the lampshade on the nightstand.
Hizashi had looked once, briefly, and dubbed the mess a "sexplosion". True to his prediction, however, she didn't laugh because his warm, nude body lay atop hers when he said it.
Elly was just the <i>tiniest</i> bit distracted. She couldn't think, breathe, see or smell anything but Hizashi. He dominated her entire being at the moment and appeared completely flabbergasted by this.
"Hey hey there," he murmured into one if her furry ears. "You feelin' good? Everything okay? M'experiencing some severe radio silence here."
She was at a loss for words.
How could she explain the soft prickle of his mustache rubbing on her upper lip as he kissed her took her breath away? The warmth of his pale skin on her own, his sweet, delicious scent of leather, bubblegum-like hair products and just... him. Underneath it all her sensitive cat's nose could smell the unique blend of sweat and musk that was his alone. Combined, it was all proof this was actually happening, and Elly was speechless with sheer exhilaration. Her dreams had never been enough; she could finally get drunk on the real thing.
She kissed him.
Hizashi's eyes widened as she pressed forward, her passion speaking for her. He groaned and then closed them, surrendering to the moment.
"Oh, <i>baby</i>," he wheezed. "Ches honey, I was supposed to show you, not th'other way around."
"Can't help it," came her purred reply. She chased after his lips, brushing more kisses wherever she could. "I love you, Zashi. I love you so much. I've had a crush on you for years and when I met you - it wasn't instant, but I fell so deep in love."
He kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her mouth. "Dammit," he whispered, "Yer killin' me here. Y - you..." He shook his head. "Hold onto me," he told her, his voice rough and low. "Hold on to your Zashi." Her thighs gripped him and she clutched his shoulders as he thrust.
An electric thrill ran up her belly from her loins as he entered her. Hizashi was perhaps marginally talented at best in the bedroom, having only had a couple partners in the last few years. However, his willingness to please the woman he had fallen for more than made up the difference. He found himself digging deeper, holding back and prolonging their lovemaking in ways he never knew he could. The weight in his lower belly was maddening; he was going to orgasm hard but that didn't surprise him. She was so delightful, so eager and full of passion. Her body held him hot and tight, and he whimpered as he bucked repeatedly forward, desperate for more even as he pulled back to plunge back again. His hair was almost free of the bun now, long, blond strands clinging to his sweaty neck and back.
Her eyes were tightly shut and mouth parted as she strained, moving with him to deepen his thrusts. Her furry, purple ears lay cutely askew on her pillow and he smirked when she let out a pure, catlike miaow. If sound was an indicator - and he liked to think it was, as a Voice Hero -- he was doing very, very well.
"Oh god, oh <i>Hizashi</i>, yes!"
"This?" He tried his best to duplicate his previous movement, with excellent results. Elly's cries grew frantic, her nails scratching at his back and digging little bites of pain to mix with his pleasure. He gasped loudly and his pace grew faster, harder, as he neared orgasm.
"Don't stop, please, ohhhh, so <i>good</i> please, little more -!"
He grasped a double fistful of sheets and clamped his lips tightly shut. There was no way he was going to ruin their first time by knocking her out with his Voice, but he didn't have much of a chance to hold back when she came.
His shout mingled with hers, each calling out the others' name in ecstacy.
Neither one of them knew how they disentangled or when the condom got tossed. When they started to come around they were snuggling close despite their sweaty bodies and his massive, unruly mess of hair.
"Now that was excellent." He sighed and wrapped an arm around her. "Was it - was I -- worth the wait, Ches?"
"Cut it out." She nipped his neck in reproach for the tease. "But, um... yes. Oh, god yes."
BONUS
"Hizashi? Is it okay to look yet?" Elly sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed. She was wearing a t-shirt and soft shorts, and though simple sleeping attire, he had told her she looked especially pretty tonight. Her new boyfriend loved to surprise her, she found out, and the more shocked she was the more he enjoyed it. Hizashi had only told her she could have this latest gift from him if she closed her eyes and waited patiently.
"M'kay... almost." He sounded very close now, and then the bed dipped as he sat beside her. "Okay! You can look!"
She opened her eyes and immediately turned to see what he had been plotting. Her breath caught in her throat, and she jumped when she saw him looming over her with a wicked smile on his face.
Present Mic was very close, one arm behind her on the bed while he snickered at her stunned gaze. He'd slicked his hair up and dressed completely in his hero persona, right down to the neck speaker and everything.
"I heard my girlfriend gets turned on by a certain hero," he mused, pursing his lips and wiggling his eyebrows comically. His mustache twitched as his grin spread. "What d'ya say to a bit of cosplay, baby?"
"S'not cosplay if you really are Mic," she managed to choke out.
"Touche." His grin grew smarmier somehow, his eyes swirling as they focused deeply on hers. "But then it makes this all the better, hmm?"
She stammered out a series of garbled noises meant to be words, but could form no coherent sound. The leather jacket rubbed her bare arm and she shivered as he leaned ever closer.
"Well, then." His hand slipped low around her waist and he squeezed. "How about I give my awesomest, super number-one listener a smooch?"
Elly nodded, hoping to convey her approval. He took her hands and placed them around his neck on the catch of his speaker. "Let me take this off first. Then we can have some fun."
Hizashi removed his neck gear but left everything else on. He loved the way she was staring, her hot eyes tracking him as he bent and laid the speaker on the nightstand. He sat back on the bed, crooked a finger at her and spread his legs in an inviting manner.
"Zashi," she gasped, "you're incredible." She hopped into his arms, purring loudly with her tail twitching with interest.
"Uh uh, sweet thing." He beeped her gently on the nose and pulled his shades down slightly so she could see his green-gold eyes whirling with lust. "Outfit's on. I'm Mic now."
She bit her lip, her cheeks blossoming into twin roses of shyness and excitement. "Present Mic," she whispered.
"Yeah." He covered her mouth with his own, cupping the side of her burning face in one soft, leather-gloved hand. "Mikey likes." Her tongue eagerly met his and her hands toyed with his massive hair spike, testing the weight and feel. They kissed for a long time, wet sounds the only noise in the otherwise silent room. Hizashi usually played music when they made love, but he'd been too swept up in the moment this time. Elly's hands were everywhere - groping him hungrily, kneading his thighs and growing closer to his tightly tented crotch. He moved his under her t-shirt, petting her breasts and enjoying the view as he made her squirm.
"God, Mic, I'm gonna explode if we don't get down to it."
"How 'bout a ride, baby? Yer already sittin' on my lap." His hand stole to the waistband of her shorts and slid them down. She kicked them off and he hummed with appreciation when he saw she was nude underneath.
Elly immediately unbuckled and unzipped his pants, careful not to snag him in the process. Hizashi hummed and let his head roll back on his shoulders while she pulled him free. The air felt cool on his flushed skin as his erection sprang out, curving up with droplets of fluid dripping down its length. Her enthusiasm had passed itself on to him as well, and he was ready for whatever she wanted.
Or so he thought.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it, baby!" He groaned, his trademark sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as she slipped him quickly inside her. "Shhhi - i - i - it! But hey, Plus Ultra an' all that. Wow!"
Elly laughed loudly in pure joy. The position was difficult, sure, but she had energy to spare thanks to his little surprise. She held on tight, her fingers digging into soft leather, and concentrated on an in and out motion rather than up and down. They shared their test results every month - all heroes were required to have regular blood work done -- and she was on birth control. Tonight was one of the nights they decided to skip wearing protection.
Since they didn't always do it, the heat and the added sensation threw him quickly close to the edge. They panted and kissed and grasped each other tight while she rode him as best she could for a few long minutes.
Finally, Hizashi grasped her rear and let out a bestial groan that sounded almost like a growl. "Yer beat's perfect, babe," he panted harshly, tugging on the base of her tail in a way he knew she liked. "But lemme add a little into the mix." He set himself and bucked into her, meeting her down thrust with his upward one. She had been getting tired, after all, and her movements were growing more shallow.
"Mic!"
"Oh, yeah," he wheezed. "There we go."
"Take me, Voice Hero!"
"M'not greedy," he gasped as they both neared completion. "But yer mine, ain't ya, Ches?"
"Yes!"
"So good," he choked.
It arrived care of U.A., addressed to the school counselor, but she wasn't there at the time. Since she didn't take possession of it right away, it sat in the teacher's lounge while the staff ogled it.
"It's friggin' giant," Present Mic exclaimed in awe.
"It's also not yours, Hizashi." Aizawa sat in the chair next to his friend, digging one hand into his capture weapon to search for his eyedrops.
"I know!"
"Doesn't diminish the curiosity, though." Midnight tapped on one side. "It's heavy. To ship this all the way from America must've cost a fortune."
"Cheshire said she paid for it," Toshinori murmured quietly. Everyone turned to face the skeletal blond man as he coughed apologetically. "She told me she had to threaten her mother not to throw the stuff out. It's quite important to her."
"Oh my goddd, now I have to know what's in it. She told All Might about it, it's got to be something juicy!"
"Kayama!"
"Don't -!"
"It slipped," she said innocently, her dark eyes wide as one of her pointed fingernails slit the tape. "Look, just a peek and we'll seal it back up... oh. Oh, my."
"Well?" Hizashi tried not to look too interested. "No, no, we shouldn't. You need to fix it back up. She's our colleague, and it's her privacy."
"Yamada," Kayama said thoughtfully, "remember that charity auction we did years ago?"
He pulled a face. "There's been a lot -"
"The one where your jacket - your used jacket -- sold for that obscene amount of money?"
He pushed his shades up, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Oh that. Uh huh. Some chick in America fought really hard... for ... it ..." He trailed off, his greenish-gold eyes bulging.
Toshinori's jaw dropped, and he sat back down into his chair slowly. Aizawa appeared to be wholly absorbed in his work, his expression enigmatic as always, though he did glance over at his friend once.
Kayama pursed her lips. "I think you'd better have a private chat with Ms. Sketchit after school hours," she told him with a smug little smirk.
That was how Hizashi found himself at her apartment several hours later. He had waited until they had time to shower and change into civilian clothing, hoping it would be easier to talk as friends than colleagues.
And besides, if his hero persona got her that flustered, he wanted to save it for a special occasion.
He was barely inside before he spilled everything. "Kayama looked," he blurted out all at once. "I swear, Ches, I told her not to - we all did -- but then she said that I should talk to ya afterwards, an' I got to thinkin' maybe she knew what she was talking about, and -"
Elly sighed. "Breathe, Zashi," she told him wearily.
He gulped in a huge breath of air. "She asked me about this one time, when I donated a jacket..."
She sighed an even deeper sigh and reached into the box, pulling out a very familiar jacket that was definitely his. Even the better fakes couldn't duplicate the exact size, for one, and he had a special lining sewn inside that could be unzipped in warmer weather. His mouth gaped open, lips slightly pursed as he stared, wide-eyed at this proof.
"I have the certificate of authenticity that came with it and your hand-written note." Her voice cracked and he noticed she was facing away from him, unable to look him in the eye.
"Whoa, babe, th - this went for a lot of money. Like, thousands." He placed a shaky hand on her shoulder and she flinched.
"I'm sorry," she choked. "This is really embarrassing, and I've put you in a terrible position. I never meant to do that to a colleague."
"No! It's, uh, I mean, why?" He stared incredulously at her, his glasses slipping down his nose. "Ches, that was so much money!"
Her knees trembled and she collapsed all at once on the floor in front of the package, sobbing. "I had to have something! My home life, my - my relationships... they were shit. You were the only person that gave me hope, even if you didn't really. I used fantasies of you to stay sane."
"Huh. No way." Hizashi fiddled with the bracelet he wore on one wrist, spinning the red beads absently. "Well, is the real thing better?"
"I don't know," she hissed acidly, "since now I've probably lost you as a friend. All because of my stupid crush from way back."
"Of course we're still friends," he said in exasperation. "This whole thing is actually kinda incredible. No one's ever had, uh - I'm not regarded as a sexy hero or anything. Not really. Uh... d'ya still have a crush on me?"
"You're not helping," Elly groaned. "And no. I've gone farther now that I know you."
"Farther..?" He gave her what she always thought of as The Look, one of his glorious, green-gold eyes wide and the other squinted, with a sly smirk to match. "You tryin' to tell me somethin'?"
"Just when I thought this day couldn't get more embarrassing." Elly's ears flattened backwards and she started to shake again. "I'm not trying to tell you, since I want to stay friends. You can guess, you're smart enough." She pushed the box angrily with her foot and it fell over, spilling far more Present Mic merchandise than he knew was available onto the table and floor.
"No hugging pillow?" Hizashi poked curiously through the pile. "M'actually kinda sad. Never saw one with me on it before."
Her purple eyes stared at him with a flat, dead inside kind of look. "You've seen all this, I guess it's not going to hurt." She waved him down the hall into her bedroom. He followed, head bobbing as he peered around her eagerly.
He was a bit disappointed to see it wasn't lewd at all. It was a standard photo of him, the pose they used for almost everything. He was standing tall with one arm up. It was, however, a very worn-looking pillowcase. Like it had been used - and washed -- a lot.
"I can't sleep without it," she confessed in a very small voice. "I'll have to now, honestly, but -"
"Well, sure." Hizashi stepped forward and eyed his image with a peculiar squint. "But only 'cause there isn't room for us both and a pillow." He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back to whisper in her ear. "I'm'a sleep cuddler. Really bad. Tend to cling, yanno?"
Her face flamed bright red. "Uh..."
"Yeahhh?"
"Are you suggesting we're going to sleep together from now on?"
He blinked. "Why not, babe?"
"Because I'm not that easy, Yamada Hizashi!" Elly bared her fangs at him as she yelled. It wasn't as loud as he could get, of course, but she had excellent diaphragm control and he was oddly proud. "Get out!"
Hizashi was devastated. He darted out of her home at breakneck speed while she shrieked like a cat at him. His heart pounding heavily in his chest and his breath coming in harsh pants, he called his two best friends for help.
"How on earth did you ruin such a sure thing?" Kayama wrinkled her nose at him, toying with the rim of her glass with one finger. They had gone to their usual haunt, a bar close by campus. It was within walking distance but Hizashi had taken his car for comfort. He didn't plan on drinking anyway. "She's totally into you," she continued.
"You know him," Aizawa grunted cryptically.
"I - I just -!" The blond man groaned and banged his forehead on the table. He spoke from that flattened position, his voice slightly muffled. "Aughhh... I kinda, maybe acted like it was already decided we'd, uh, ..."
They stared at him across the beer-stained table.
"You know." He looked up and coughed, blushing suddenly, then stared wretchedly into his glass of soda. "Do the deed."
"So..."
"You pressured her?"
"Nuh uh!" He shook his head wildly about. "I said something like how I cling when I sleep."
Aizawa snorted laughter. "Idiot."
"I was tryna' be cute!"
"And you probably were, to her," Kayama said firmly. "It pissed her off. You were being too flippant about things. It's obvious that she wants more than just sex from you."
"So do I!"
"It's fixable." She rolled her eyes in exasperation at him. "Go apologize, stupid. With flowers. And maybe some wine or something. Woo her like she matters to you, no joking."
"But - but of course she does, I even told her we were still friends!"
"Then she thinks that's all you are, idiot. You said she's got more than a crush on you, well - fucking confess. She's not going to do it until you do."
"She's right, you know," Aizawa added calmly.
Hizashi sprinted outside as fast as he could.
It took him more than an hour before he could gather everything he needed and he made sure to text several apologies along the way. She ignored every one, but he did notice she read them. He found the reason she may have not answered back when he arrived at her apartment again. Elly's voice could be heard from where he stood as she talked on the phone.
"He's so ughhh," she groaned loudly. "How can someone be so adorable yet gorgeous at the same time?"
A pause, then,
"And why did I give up my only chance?!"
He held his breath and knocked on the door.
Inside, Elly's ears jerked upright and her eyes grew wild as she stared at the entrance. He knocked again, gently, and called out her name in a low tone.
She couldn't refuse him.
When she opened it, Hizashi stood there, head drooping like a wounded puppy. His spiralled eyes were wide and filled with sorrowful hope. In his left hand he held the most magnificent flowers she had ever seen. He trembled as he offered it to her; a black box with gold calligraphy on the side, filled with far more than twelve red roses. She'd never seen so many in person before.
Did they do bouquets of more than a dozen?
Apparently they did.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice deep and serious. He swallowed hard, then bit his lip and held out his other offering. His hand was gripping a bottle of expensive looking sake so tightly the knuckles were white. A plastic bag dangled from that wrist. She sniffed and caught a scent of her favorite food.
"Oh."
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he sniffled. "Don't let my stupid mouth ruin us."
"Your mouth isn't stupid," she said automatically, and he smiled.
"Does this mean I can come back in?"
Elly sighed in defeat, though the corners of her mouth twitched up in a shy smile.
"These are really beautiful," she commented as she set the flowers aside for now.
He set the bag of food and the sake down on the counter so he could take his boots off at the door. "They're, uh, 'forever roses'. There's a florist in town that has them in stock so I got lucky..."
"Forever?"
"Yeah." He startled her by coming up from one side and peering down over her shoulder. "The place has a lifetime guarantee on 'em. I kinda, uh, see..." He made a face she couldn't see and then laughed out loud. "I wouldn't be surprised if it's out on social media real soon that Present Mic bought a bouquet of these. I had to show serious I.D. to get 'em."
"Why would you -" Elly had been searching the name online, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw the cost of a single rose. "Yamada Hizashi! These are too expensive!" Her phone clattered onto the countertop out of her nerveless fingers.
He shook his head rapidly, golden hair flicking back and forth as he did. Some came loose from the bun and he tucked it behind his ear. "Nuh uh," he protested. "You're worth as much to me as you spent on my jacket!"
"H - hih - iz ..." She hiccupped, tears running down flushed cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a sweet embrace.
"No buts," he said firmly. "In fact, you're worth more to me 'cause I'm in love with you." And then he kissed her, since her face was turned up to him anyway.
Elly absolutely melted against him, a phrase he had read before and thought silly. Now he knew it could happen; her body was warm and pliant and wholly desirable. He held her with one arm around the waist while his other hand twined in her short, purple hair, threading through while he mouthed her lips repeatedly. When she gripped his outer shirt in both hands and started to kiss back harder, he moaned and slid both hands down her lower back.
"Zashi."
"Mnn." He opened his eyes to find himself staring into her deep, dark purple ones.
"After all that fuss I made earlier, I'm embarrassed to give in like this," she groaned. "But if you kiss me any more I swear I'll just faint!"
He shrugged and grinned sheepishly at her. "Is that such a bad thing, babe? I'm not goin' anywhere... yer stuck with me. Hope you like super clingy, affectionate boyfriends!"
She gave up all at once, and so unexpectedly that he stumbled back a step. "Show me," she pleaded, her tone low and rich and urgent. "Take me into the bedroom and show me how much you love me."
"For real, yo?" His eyes seemed to spin, the spirals thickening in intensity.
"I can't wait. Yes."
"Lemme put the food in the fridge, at least."
She giggled at his fretful tone and nodded. "I have a feeling we're going to want it later."
"Arrgh," he grumbled as he stood up. "Don't wanna let go - hafta put food away." Hizashi bent and kissed her neck, rubbing his mustache on her and making her laugh louder.
"The faster we put the stuff up, the faster we can get back to snuggling."
His eyes brightened. He bounced over to the counter and slid the takeout into the fridge in one smooth, swift movement. "Okay! Where's the bedroom, baby?"
She clutched her sides, howling with laughter.
"Yer not gonna be laughing for long," he predicted with a wicked smirk.
They lay tangled together on her western style bed, sheets twisted under them and clothing piled everywhere the eye could see. A pair of briefs hung from one of the bedposts and her bra lay draped across the lampshade on the nightstand.
Hizashi had looked once, briefly, and dubbed the mess a "sexplosion". True to his prediction, however, she didn't laugh because his warm, nude body lay atop hers when he said it.
Elly was just the <i>tiniest</i> bit distracted. She couldn't think, breathe, see or smell anything but Hizashi. He dominated her entire being at the moment and appeared completely flabbergasted by this.
"Hey hey there," he murmured into one if her furry ears. "You feelin' good? Everything okay? M'experiencing some severe radio silence here."
She was at a loss for words.
How could she explain the soft prickle of his mustache rubbing on her upper lip as he kissed her took her breath away? The warmth of his pale skin on her own, his sweet, delicious scent of leather, bubblegum-like hair products and just... him. Underneath it all her sensitive cat's nose could smell the unique blend of sweat and musk that was his alone. Combined, it was all proof this was actually happening, and Elly was speechless with sheer exhilaration. Her dreams had never been enough; she could finally get drunk on the real thing.
She kissed him.
Hizashi's eyes widened as she pressed forward, her passion speaking for her. He groaned and then closed them, surrendering to the moment.
"Oh, <i>baby</i>," he wheezed. "Ches honey, I was supposed to show you, not th'other way around."
"Can't help it," came her purred reply. She chased after his lips, brushing more kisses wherever she could. "I love you, Zashi. I love you so much. I've had a crush on you for years and when I met you - it wasn't instant, but I fell so deep in love."
He kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her mouth. "Dammit," he whispered, "Yer killin' me here. Y - you..." He shook his head. "Hold onto me," he told her, his voice rough and low. "Hold on to your Zashi." Her thighs gripped him and she clutched his shoulders as he thrust.
An electric thrill ran up her belly from her loins as he entered her. Hizashi was perhaps marginally talented at best in the bedroom, having only had a couple partners in the last few years. However, his willingness to please the woman he had fallen for more than made up the difference. He found himself digging deeper, holding back and prolonging their lovemaking in ways he never knew he could. The weight in his lower belly was maddening; he was going to orgasm hard but that didn't surprise him. She was so delightful, so eager and full of passion. Her body held him hot and tight, and he whimpered as he bucked repeatedly forward, desperate for more even as he pulled back to plunge back again. His hair was almost free of the bun now, long, blond strands clinging to his sweaty neck and back.
Her eyes were tightly shut and mouth parted as she strained, moving with him to deepen his thrusts. Her furry, purple ears lay cutely askew on her pillow and he smirked when she let out a pure, catlike miaow. If sound was an indicator - and he liked to think it was, as a Voice Hero -- he was doing very, very well.
"Oh god, oh <i>Hizashi</i>, yes!"
"This?" He tried his best to duplicate his previous movement, with excellent results. Elly's cries grew frantic, her nails scratching at his back and digging little bites of pain to mix with his pleasure. He gasped loudly and his pace grew faster, harder, as he neared orgasm.
"Don't stop, please, ohhhh, so <i>good</i> please, little more -!"
He grasped a double fistful of sheets and clamped his lips tightly shut. There was no way he was going to ruin their first time by knocking her out with his Voice, but he didn't have much of a chance to hold back when she came.
His shout mingled with hers, each calling out the others' name in ecstacy.
Neither one of them knew how they disentangled or when the condom got tossed. When they started to come around they were snuggling close despite their sweaty bodies and his massive, unruly mess of hair.
"Now that was excellent." He sighed and wrapped an arm around her. "Was it - was I -- worth the wait, Ches?"
"Cut it out." She nipped his neck in reproach for the tease. "But, um... yes. Oh, god yes."
BONUS
"Hizashi? Is it okay to look yet?" Elly sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed. She was wearing a t-shirt and soft shorts, and though simple sleeping attire, he had told her she looked especially pretty tonight. Her new boyfriend loved to surprise her, she found out, and the more shocked she was the more he enjoyed it. Hizashi had only told her she could have this latest gift from him if she closed her eyes and waited patiently.
"M'kay... almost." He sounded very close now, and then the bed dipped as he sat beside her. "Okay! You can look!"
She opened her eyes and immediately turned to see what he had been plotting. Her breath caught in her throat, and she jumped when she saw him looming over her with a wicked smile on his face.
Present Mic was very close, one arm behind her on the bed while he snickered at her stunned gaze. He'd slicked his hair up and dressed completely in his hero persona, right down to the neck speaker and everything.
"I heard my girlfriend gets turned on by a certain hero," he mused, pursing his lips and wiggling his eyebrows comically. His mustache twitched as his grin spread. "What d'ya say to a bit of cosplay, baby?"
"S'not cosplay if you really are Mic," she managed to choke out.
"Touche." His grin grew smarmier somehow, his eyes swirling as they focused deeply on hers. "But then it makes this all the better, hmm?"
She stammered out a series of garbled noises meant to be words, but could form no coherent sound. The leather jacket rubbed her bare arm and she shivered as he leaned ever closer.
"Well, then." His hand slipped low around her waist and he squeezed. "How about I give my awesomest, super number-one listener a smooch?"
Elly nodded, hoping to convey her approval. He took her hands and placed them around his neck on the catch of his speaker. "Let me take this off first. Then we can have some fun."
Hizashi removed his neck gear but left everything else on. He loved the way she was staring, her hot eyes tracking him as he bent and laid the speaker on the nightstand. He sat back on the bed, crooked a finger at her and spread his legs in an inviting manner.
"Zashi," she gasped, "you're incredible." She hopped into his arms, purring loudly with her tail twitching with interest.
"Uh uh, sweet thing." He beeped her gently on the nose and pulled his shades down slightly so she could see his green-gold eyes whirling with lust. "Outfit's on. I'm Mic now."
She bit her lip, her cheeks blossoming into twin roses of shyness and excitement. "Present Mic," she whispered.
"Yeah." He covered her mouth with his own, cupping the side of her burning face in one soft, leather-gloved hand. "Mikey likes." Her tongue eagerly met his and her hands toyed with his massive hair spike, testing the weight and feel. They kissed for a long time, wet sounds the only noise in the otherwise silent room. Hizashi usually played music when they made love, but he'd been too swept up in the moment this time. Elly's hands were everywhere - groping him hungrily, kneading his thighs and growing closer to his tightly tented crotch. He moved his under her t-shirt, petting her breasts and enjoying the view as he made her squirm.
"God, Mic, I'm gonna explode if we don't get down to it."
"How 'bout a ride, baby? Yer already sittin' on my lap." His hand stole to the waistband of her shorts and slid them down. She kicked them off and he hummed with appreciation when he saw she was nude underneath.
Elly immediately unbuckled and unzipped his pants, careful not to snag him in the process. Hizashi hummed and let his head roll back on his shoulders while she pulled him free. The air felt cool on his flushed skin as his erection sprang out, curving up with droplets of fluid dripping down its length. Her enthusiasm had passed itself on to him as well, and he was ready for whatever she wanted.
Or so he thought.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it, baby!" He groaned, his trademark sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as she slipped him quickly inside her. "Shhhi - i - i - it! But hey, Plus Ultra an' all that. Wow!"
Elly laughed loudly in pure joy. The position was difficult, sure, but she had energy to spare thanks to his little surprise. She held on tight, her fingers digging into soft leather, and concentrated on an in and out motion rather than up and down. They shared their test results every month - all heroes were required to have regular blood work done -- and she was on birth control. Tonight was one of the nights they decided to skip wearing protection.
Since they didn't always do it, the heat and the added sensation threw him quickly close to the edge. They panted and kissed and grasped each other tight while she rode him as best she could for a few long minutes.
Finally, Hizashi grasped her rear and let out a bestial groan that sounded almost like a growl. "Yer beat's perfect, babe," he panted harshly, tugging on the base of her tail in a way he knew she liked. "But lemme add a little into the mix." He set himself and bucked into her, meeting her down thrust with his upward one. She had been getting tired, after all, and her movements were growing more shallow.
"Mic!"
"Oh, yeah," he wheezed. "There we go."
"Take me, Voice Hero!"
"M'not greedy," he gasped as they both neared completion. "But yer mine, ain't ya, Ches?"
"Yes!"
"So good," he choked.
Attraction (Zoro)
The crew had split up at the dock, everyone going their separate ways to look for fun, food and supplies. Elly tagged along with the swordsman since he'd said he wanted to both eat and drink. It was late and it seemed that they had the whole place to themselves. That suited her just fine at the moment and they strode along the town's cobblestone street in silence until she realized something.
She looked up at him, blinking in shock. Her eyes grew wide and she grabbed a double fistful of his robe, tugging on it.
"What?!"
"You're radiating pheremones. I can smell it on you, and I'm the only one here! You're attracted to me!"
Zoro gave her a very sour look, his eyes squinted almost all the way shut in disgust. He thrust his lower lip out and grunted, "Fine. I'm attracted to you. Happy?"
It was Elly's turn to pout. "Not when you say it like that."
He groaned. "Look, cat," he told her angrily, pointing a thick finger directly at her nose. "I don't have time for crap like this. I've got a goal and nothing is going to stop me from achieving it."
She blinked at the fingertip, her purple eyes crossing as she stared. "But -"
"Nothing," he said firmly. "Now get off me."
"Yeah," she murmured, a frown crossing her pale features. "Okay."
He huffed impatiently and stormed off down the street to the nearest tavern. Zoro wanted to concentrate on drinking, his favorite vice, but after only a quarter of an hour he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder.
"What," he groaned when he saw who it was. "What do you want, pervert?"
Sanji shoved at him roughly. "Saw Angel walking back towards the docks. It's not time for us to leave yet, so I tried calling her back for some fun."
Zoro scowled at him.
"She said she was going to stay in her tower for the rest of the dock. Now, why do you think she would say something like that?" He blew smoke into the air in a lazy stream.
"In her tower?" The big man frowned. The cat tower had been a joke gift when she became a member of the crew. It was a tall cat scratching post, nicely carpeted wood with a bottom half that had a comfortable bed inside and lots of other places to hide. They hadn't known at the time that she could revert back to cat form and it would actually become her safe haven. She said she preferred it to a human bed at times.
The cook was walking out the door, but he turned and called back. "She's just a 'stupid cat' to you, though, right? Why should that bother you. Oh, and by the way, she was trying to hide it, but she was definitely crying."
Zoro swore violently under his breath and stood up, throwing a handful of coins on the bar top.
Now he had to go find that stupid cat and drag her back out.
Unfortunately, Sanji had not been joking when he said she was in her cat tower. She had changed form and hissed at him as he approached, digging her claws deep into the carpeting and refusing to move.
"You ..." He snarled to himself, beating on the floor with one large fist. "Stupid cat," he finished lamely. "I don't even know why I'm bothering, but get the hell out here!" He grit his teeth and dragged her out by the tail. When she was exposed she reverted back into her more familiar human form so she could talk - or, rather, scream -- at him.
"Go away!" She clawed at his face, hissing, perhaps forgetting in her rage that she was back in human form. Her nails were sharp enough to badly scrape, though, and he swore as she tore his cheek three thin, bloody stripes.
Elly knew she was badly outclassed in a wrestling match but struggled anyway, her arms and legs straining as he held her down. She whipped her head up, snapping at the air inches in front of his nose and his good eye widened incredulously. Before he knew what was happening he had crushed their lips together. Her teeth were still bared and he pressed forward despite the taste of copper that flooded his mouth as she nicked him with her sharp canines. His tongue thrust deep, pushing at hers and dominating as his body weighed her down to the decking. He kissed her long, hard and very deep.
Even Zoro had to breathe, though, so eventually he had to part for air.
"You bastard," she choked.
He ran his tongue out, licking the blood off his lower lip. "Tell me you didn't want that."
"You know I want you. I'm not hiding that." Her eyes glinted dangerously in the moonlight shining through the porthole. "What I object to is you acting like I'm a nuisance and then forcing yourself on me."
"I like your spirit." He shrugged. "Sure, you're a pain in the ass, but then I realized you're my pain in the ass."
"Augh! You're an idiot!" She screeched in rage.
"Flea-bitten stray," he snapped.
"Muscle-bound no-brain!"
"Demon!"
"Human!"
They stared at each other, panting, red-faced and sweaty, teeth bared.
"That's it, right here," Zoro ground out, his hands tearing at her clothing. "You asked for it." His robe was next, and he unfastened just enough of the frog catches on the front for access.
"You better keep that top half on, big man," she growled. "Or I'm going to rip you to shreds."
He grinned fiercely at her and slid it off his shoulders in one move, revealing his tan, scarred chest. He leaned forward and spoke lowly into her furry ear. "Do it."
"Knock it off!" She slashed at him halfheartedly, not really wanting to hurt him that bad though she was furious.
"F - fuck," he groaned. "Aahh! A little pain isn't gonna put me off." He sank his teeth into her neck and she screamed piercingly. "Like that, huh?" Zoro chuckled smugly. "How you going to explain when everyone sees the bite marks on your pretty white skin?"
"Oh, now I have pretty skin." She retaliated by sucking on his own neck as hard as she could. "Mmfft. I won't need to explain," she huffed as she nipped. "They're gonna know."
"Who's gonna know I took you right here? All they'll be able to see is the bruises - but no one'll know it was from my thorough fucking." He wasted no time and thrust, groaning at how absolutely perfect she felt tightening around him.
"You -!"
He grinned down at her, tongue lolling out suggestively as he panted. "Yeah? What's the matter, give up already?"
"No! Harder," she rasped harshly, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not like one of your cheap, breakable little barmaids."
"Barmaids?" He snorted, amused. "You've got the wrong idea about me. As usual." He braced himself and moved faster, bucking into her so strongly that her hips would be bruised the next morning.
"Wh - what?"
"I don't fuck around," he panted, fixing her with a look so intense she faltered, her heart leaping into her throat. "You said it before, remember? I only want you."
"Z - Zoro?!" Elly squeezed tighter with her thighs, holding on for dear life. His new pace was doing things to her that had never been done before. She wasn't sure she wanted to admit something so embarrassing, but she also couldn't help it. In a few moments her pleasure was going to soar her mindlessly over the edge into a screaming mess.
"Gonna make you mine, kitten," he rumbled into her mouth as he kissed her.
Okay, yeah. That was it.
The possessive statement mixed with the adorable nickname he dropped the second after broke her completely.
"Yes! Yes, Zoro, give it to me!"
The laugh that burst out of him was the most joyous she had ever heard. His heavy body shook all over, and he wrapped her in his arms, his strokes firm and steady. He kissed her once more, but curiously softer, his lips and tongue gentle. "I'm close," he told her seriously. "You coming with me?"
The electric friction grew higher, her body more tense. She could only keep gasping "yes", her voice growing louder as she spiraled into her inevitable orgasm. His shout was no less powerful than hers as he came seconds after her.
The next day the other girls were baffled at the change in their quarters.
"How did the decking get torn up like that?" Nami wrinkled her nose as she scuffed her heel on the wooden planks. "We're really careful with it."
"Looks like claw marks," Robin murmured with a sly smile.
Elly shrugged. "Beats me," she coughed under her breath. She turned and raised her eyebrows at the sight before her. Chopper stood in the doorway, holding his nose with his eyes gigantic as he stared in disbelief at her. "Err... oops."
She looked up at him, blinking in shock. Her eyes grew wide and she grabbed a double fistful of his robe, tugging on it.
"What?!"
"You're radiating pheremones. I can smell it on you, and I'm the only one here! You're attracted to me!"
Zoro gave her a very sour look, his eyes squinted almost all the way shut in disgust. He thrust his lower lip out and grunted, "Fine. I'm attracted to you. Happy?"
It was Elly's turn to pout. "Not when you say it like that."
He groaned. "Look, cat," he told her angrily, pointing a thick finger directly at her nose. "I don't have time for crap like this. I've got a goal and nothing is going to stop me from achieving it."
She blinked at the fingertip, her purple eyes crossing as she stared. "But -"
"Nothing," he said firmly. "Now get off me."
"Yeah," she murmured, a frown crossing her pale features. "Okay."
He huffed impatiently and stormed off down the street to the nearest tavern. Zoro wanted to concentrate on drinking, his favorite vice, but after only a quarter of an hour he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder.
"What," he groaned when he saw who it was. "What do you want, pervert?"
Sanji shoved at him roughly. "Saw Angel walking back towards the docks. It's not time for us to leave yet, so I tried calling her back for some fun."
Zoro scowled at him.
"She said she was going to stay in her tower for the rest of the dock. Now, why do you think she would say something like that?" He blew smoke into the air in a lazy stream.
"In her tower?" The big man frowned. The cat tower had been a joke gift when she became a member of the crew. It was a tall cat scratching post, nicely carpeted wood with a bottom half that had a comfortable bed inside and lots of other places to hide. They hadn't known at the time that she could revert back to cat form and it would actually become her safe haven. She said she preferred it to a human bed at times.
The cook was walking out the door, but he turned and called back. "She's just a 'stupid cat' to you, though, right? Why should that bother you. Oh, and by the way, she was trying to hide it, but she was definitely crying."
Zoro swore violently under his breath and stood up, throwing a handful of coins on the bar top.
Now he had to go find that stupid cat and drag her back out.
Unfortunately, Sanji had not been joking when he said she was in her cat tower. She had changed form and hissed at him as he approached, digging her claws deep into the carpeting and refusing to move.
"You ..." He snarled to himself, beating on the floor with one large fist. "Stupid cat," he finished lamely. "I don't even know why I'm bothering, but get the hell out here!" He grit his teeth and dragged her out by the tail. When she was exposed she reverted back into her more familiar human form so she could talk - or, rather, scream -- at him.
"Go away!" She clawed at his face, hissing, perhaps forgetting in her rage that she was back in human form. Her nails were sharp enough to badly scrape, though, and he swore as she tore his cheek three thin, bloody stripes.
Elly knew she was badly outclassed in a wrestling match but struggled anyway, her arms and legs straining as he held her down. She whipped her head up, snapping at the air inches in front of his nose and his good eye widened incredulously. Before he knew what was happening he had crushed their lips together. Her teeth were still bared and he pressed forward despite the taste of copper that flooded his mouth as she nicked him with her sharp canines. His tongue thrust deep, pushing at hers and dominating as his body weighed her down to the decking. He kissed her long, hard and very deep.
Even Zoro had to breathe, though, so eventually he had to part for air.
"You bastard," she choked.
He ran his tongue out, licking the blood off his lower lip. "Tell me you didn't want that."
"You know I want you. I'm not hiding that." Her eyes glinted dangerously in the moonlight shining through the porthole. "What I object to is you acting like I'm a nuisance and then forcing yourself on me."
"I like your spirit." He shrugged. "Sure, you're a pain in the ass, but then I realized you're my pain in the ass."
"Augh! You're an idiot!" She screeched in rage.
"Flea-bitten stray," he snapped.
"Muscle-bound no-brain!"
"Demon!"
"Human!"
They stared at each other, panting, red-faced and sweaty, teeth bared.
"That's it, right here," Zoro ground out, his hands tearing at her clothing. "You asked for it." His robe was next, and he unfastened just enough of the frog catches on the front for access.
"You better keep that top half on, big man," she growled. "Or I'm going to rip you to shreds."
He grinned fiercely at her and slid it off his shoulders in one move, revealing his tan, scarred chest. He leaned forward and spoke lowly into her furry ear. "Do it."
"Knock it off!" She slashed at him halfheartedly, not really wanting to hurt him that bad though she was furious.
"F - fuck," he groaned. "Aahh! A little pain isn't gonna put me off." He sank his teeth into her neck and she screamed piercingly. "Like that, huh?" Zoro chuckled smugly. "How you going to explain when everyone sees the bite marks on your pretty white skin?"
"Oh, now I have pretty skin." She retaliated by sucking on his own neck as hard as she could. "Mmfft. I won't need to explain," she huffed as she nipped. "They're gonna know."
"Who's gonna know I took you right here? All they'll be able to see is the bruises - but no one'll know it was from my thorough fucking." He wasted no time and thrust, groaning at how absolutely perfect she felt tightening around him.
"You -!"
He grinned down at her, tongue lolling out suggestively as he panted. "Yeah? What's the matter, give up already?"
"No! Harder," she rasped harshly, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not like one of your cheap, breakable little barmaids."
"Barmaids?" He snorted, amused. "You've got the wrong idea about me. As usual." He braced himself and moved faster, bucking into her so strongly that her hips would be bruised the next morning.
"Wh - what?"
"I don't fuck around," he panted, fixing her with a look so intense she faltered, her heart leaping into her throat. "You said it before, remember? I only want you."
"Z - Zoro?!" Elly squeezed tighter with her thighs, holding on for dear life. His new pace was doing things to her that had never been done before. She wasn't sure she wanted to admit something so embarrassing, but she also couldn't help it. In a few moments her pleasure was going to soar her mindlessly over the edge into a screaming mess.
"Gonna make you mine, kitten," he rumbled into her mouth as he kissed her.
Okay, yeah. That was it.
The possessive statement mixed with the adorable nickname he dropped the second after broke her completely.
"Yes! Yes, Zoro, give it to me!"
The laugh that burst out of him was the most joyous she had ever heard. His heavy body shook all over, and he wrapped her in his arms, his strokes firm and steady. He kissed her once more, but curiously softer, his lips and tongue gentle. "I'm close," he told her seriously. "You coming with me?"
The electric friction grew higher, her body more tense. She could only keep gasping "yes", her voice growing louder as she spiraled into her inevitable orgasm. His shout was no less powerful than hers as he came seconds after her.
The next day the other girls were baffled at the change in their quarters.
"How did the decking get torn up like that?" Nami wrinkled her nose as she scuffed her heel on the wooden planks. "We're really careful with it."
"Looks like claw marks," Robin murmured with a sly smile.
Elly shrugged. "Beats me," she coughed under her breath. She turned and raised her eyebrows at the sight before her. Chopper stood in the doorway, holding his nose with his eyes gigantic as he stared in disbelief at her. "Err... oops."
One of these things is Not Like the Other
Their date had gone well.
This wasn't a one-time thing, either - Elly and Hizashi almost always had fun together. They had been officially a couple for almost a year now, no longer the headlines and top subject of online gossip. Which was a good thing, because tonight they wound up in his room at the dorm, tumbling onto his bed in a tangle of arms, legs and one striped tail.
It was going well until she got too close to an insecurity of his.
Her hands caressed his chest, lingering, petting gently. His breathing quickened for more than one reason, and when she tugged on the bottom to loosen it from his slacks, he jerked back.
Elly stared at him, purple eyes wide with hurt at the apparent rejection. "Zashi?"
"Uh. S'okay." His brow creased in a light frown and he tugged on the shirt he was wearing in apprehension. "Uh, I just ...we don't need to undress?"
Her face clouded further. "Oh. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I thought that by now it would be okay. I didn't mean to, um. I'm sorry." Hizashi felt her body grow tense in his arms and she pulled away. She took a deep breath and lifted her chin, her expression firming. "Well, hey!" She said with forced cheerfulness as she stood. "We've got school tommorow, so I'd better go get some sleep. See you!"
He tried to say something - anything -- but his throat was squeezed tight with nerves and regret. He waved meekly instead, then swore at himself the moment the door clicked shut behind her.
He really wanted her.
But how could he let her know the reason behind his reluctance for her to touch or see him? Once she knew, she would say it wouldn't matter and of course it would. He didn't want to lose her, but his body, well... it would disappoint if not disgust her. He'd turned her down countless times already, afraid of letting her see the real him. But he saw now he risked losing her from his constant rejections anyway. Hizashi closed his eyes and groaned loudly. The least he could do was text her goodnight.
Mic: Hey beautiful, sorry about that. I know I keep backing away but it's this body issue I have
Mic: It's not you
Hizashi waited anxiously, resisting the urge to send a third text.
Ches: Zashi, I'm a therapist. I understand, it's okay. Thanks for letting me know! We'll talk later. G'night ♡
He blew air out in semi-relief. At least she didn't think he hated her or something. The bit about "talking later" made him nervous, but he ignored that for now and tapped a message back.
Mic: Night ♡♡♡
"Later" came sooner than he preferred, after school the very next day. It was pretty quiet at the teacher's dormitory, so they retired to his room to talk. Hizashi sat on his bed while she nervously walked around in small circles.
"I'll get right to it," she murmured.
"Okay." He gulped.
Elly forced herself to stop pacing and took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes. "If you're asexual or anything else, I want you to know it doesn't matter to me. I love you." Her voice wavered a little and a tear slipped down her cheek as she continued, "but if you don't at least have romantic feelings towards me, we should end this."
Hizashi felt like an ass for causing her so much pain. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to him in a fierce embrace. "God, baby, no! I'm so sorry, don't cry. I love you, I really, really do." His quirk caused the air around them to throb with a low pulse they both felt. It was rather soothing, and he kissed her forehead and did it again when he repeated himself. "I love you."
She whimpered, and he realized how much she had been holding back. "Thank god. I - I don't want to even think of my life without you in it."
"Oh," he choked. "Me too. S'why I didn't talk to you before. I don't wanna lose you!"
"So ...so what's wrong? If you want to tell me, that is. I'd like to know, but if it's difficult you can have as much time as you like. I don't want to force you."
Hizashi sighed. "I keep pushing you away 'cause I'm - well, I'm not gonna look like you expect."
"What?"
"My body," he clarified. "I, uh." He lifted the hem of his shirt with a grimace, bracing himself for her gasp of dismay.
Elly sounded confused. "Um, sweetie, I'm not sure what you're telling me to look at. It's just your chest."
He blinked, his red glasses slipping on his nose. "The scars? I mean, see? Here... and here, and -"
"This?" She reached out and gently traced the ridged flesh above his navel. "This is what's been bothering you?" Now she was clearly baffled.
"But they're so ugly."
She trembled as she took in the expanse of pale skin he had gone through so much trouble to hide from her for so long. "You're a Pro Hero. It'd be weird if you didn't have scars. I've got some, too, and Hizashi, it doesn't matter. You're still handsome as hell." Her fingers lightly grazed another, older scar.
"Wha-a-a?" He scoffed, mustache wriggling as he frowned harder. He shook his head then, as she gave him a reproachful look. "Okay, okay. You said it. I believe you think that, but it's hard to really-really convince myself. Other people haven't been kind," he added lamely.
Elly winced at his mention of others and obvious mental pain. "Those idiots didn't deserve you," she hissed angrily. "You're gorgeous."
"Wh - what're you doin'?!" He blinked his eyes open wide, scrambling backwards on the bed until he was flat against the wall. She climbed over his long legs, her tail swishing slowly back and forth.
"I want to see you."
He sighed and removed his glasses. "Here, babe. Put 'em on the nightstand. I ain't gonna fight ya, but the scars - there's a lot. They touch me up whenever I get in magazines and shit like that for a reason."
"Magazines make everyone look fake. I like the real you." Gentle hands not only lifted his red shirt but removed it entirely, tugging carefully over his head. Hizashi ducked out of instinct, and it pulled easily off. Once his chest was bare, he laid back and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. There were no exclamations of disgust, however, and she didn't ask him to put his shirt back on. Instead he felt a warm kiss as she pressed her lips to his throat. He was amazed she even knew there was one there, faint as it was and covered with concealer. When he was younger, his neck gear had exploded and burnt a ring around his throat that was mostly gone except that small part. The speakers had gotten a serious upgrade after that - the support staff misjudged his power -- and it never happened again, though the one mark remained.
"Wh - what're you doing?"
Elly looked up at him through half-lidded eyes but didn't say a word. She moved down and softly kissed the ragged strip across his left pectoral, gotten while rescuing children out of an over turned bus. Moved over and traced the thin line over his right nipple, and further, further down, always slow and sweetly loving. His body stayed tense for a few minutes, but it simply felt too good. Instead of bucking away, he found himself arching into her caresses, yearning for her fingers and hot tongue.
"O - okay," he panted roughly, squirming madly and dislodging the leopard print sheets underneath him. "I get it. I get it... ahh, shit, what, ya gonna do them all? I've got too many!"
"Yes," she said firmly. "I'm going to do them all. Every single one."
He blinked, then gasped loudly as she unzipped his pants. They had never gone this far before, and his heart felt like it was going to hammer straight out of his chest. "Sh - shit, wait -!"
"Just be quiet, sweetie."
He laughed at the irony in that statement, his eyes rolling back in his head as she licked a rough strip of flesh on his inner thigh. "At least lemme take my boots off."
"Be my guest." Elly nodded, and he unbuckled them with lightning speed, shoving his pants down as well. For the first time he lay completely exposed save for a pair of red boxer-briefs that were stretched tightly across the front. It was the most vulnerable he had been in a long time, and, though he trusted her, the past was hard to let go of.
"Well, uh, now you can see the worst." He bit his lower lip, blushing, but she only smiled and kissed the burn mark on his lower belly. His skin twitched, but he remained calm.
She was still not turned off.
She kissed and caressed, her hands and lips loving him as he truly was. Hizashi felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from him. Freed from his mental block, his body surrendered completely to her touch and he was forced to cram a hand against his mouth to try and stifle the cries bubbling up from within. She paused, and with the most impish grin he'd seen requested he flip over.
"What?"
"Turn around, please," she repeated. "I haven't done your back."
"But baby," he started to protest, but she shook her head.
"No, Hizashi. I said all of them."
He whined and flopped around to lay on his stomach. "M'not gonna last," he complained. "Ahhh, god, your mouth!"
"Nmm. There's not so many here," she murmured. "It won't take long."
"I'm not gonna take long!" His tortured erection was trapped between his briefs and the mattress, the friction incredible.
"Mm hmm." She mouthed a spot between his shoulder blades and he whimpered, trying not to rub himself on the bed. "Let go, Zashi," she whispered in his ear. "Don't hold back."
"But - but you haven't..."
"You dear, sweet man," she breathed with a catch in her voice. "It's okay to put yourself first sometimes." Elly leaned lower, her breasts pushing softly on his bare back as she nibbled his earlobe. "I want to give you this."
Faced with so many pleasurable touches and listening to her turned on voice husking directly into his ear, he gave up. He stuffed his face into the pillow, muffling his moans as he bucked his hips, rubbing off against the soft bed. It didn't take long; he had told the truth about being pushed to his limit.
"Mfft!"
She smiled and kissed the nape of his neck as he slowed down. "I love all of you."
Hizashi turned his head to reveal he was red-faced and sweaty, his eyes whirling with emotion. "I totally believe that."
This wasn't a one-time thing, either - Elly and Hizashi almost always had fun together. They had been officially a couple for almost a year now, no longer the headlines and top subject of online gossip. Which was a good thing, because tonight they wound up in his room at the dorm, tumbling onto his bed in a tangle of arms, legs and one striped tail.
It was going well until she got too close to an insecurity of his.
Her hands caressed his chest, lingering, petting gently. His breathing quickened for more than one reason, and when she tugged on the bottom to loosen it from his slacks, he jerked back.
Elly stared at him, purple eyes wide with hurt at the apparent rejection. "Zashi?"
"Uh. S'okay." His brow creased in a light frown and he tugged on the shirt he was wearing in apprehension. "Uh, I just ...we don't need to undress?"
Her face clouded further. "Oh. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I thought that by now it would be okay. I didn't mean to, um. I'm sorry." Hizashi felt her body grow tense in his arms and she pulled away. She took a deep breath and lifted her chin, her expression firming. "Well, hey!" She said with forced cheerfulness as she stood. "We've got school tommorow, so I'd better go get some sleep. See you!"
He tried to say something - anything -- but his throat was squeezed tight with nerves and regret. He waved meekly instead, then swore at himself the moment the door clicked shut behind her.
He really wanted her.
But how could he let her know the reason behind his reluctance for her to touch or see him? Once she knew, she would say it wouldn't matter and of course it would. He didn't want to lose her, but his body, well... it would disappoint if not disgust her. He'd turned her down countless times already, afraid of letting her see the real him. But he saw now he risked losing her from his constant rejections anyway. Hizashi closed his eyes and groaned loudly. The least he could do was text her goodnight.
Mic: Hey beautiful, sorry about that. I know I keep backing away but it's this body issue I have
Mic: It's not you
Hizashi waited anxiously, resisting the urge to send a third text.
Ches: Zashi, I'm a therapist. I understand, it's okay. Thanks for letting me know! We'll talk later. G'night ♡
He blew air out in semi-relief. At least she didn't think he hated her or something. The bit about "talking later" made him nervous, but he ignored that for now and tapped a message back.
Mic: Night ♡♡♡
"Later" came sooner than he preferred, after school the very next day. It was pretty quiet at the teacher's dormitory, so they retired to his room to talk. Hizashi sat on his bed while she nervously walked around in small circles.
"I'll get right to it," she murmured.
"Okay." He gulped.
Elly forced herself to stop pacing and took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes. "If you're asexual or anything else, I want you to know it doesn't matter to me. I love you." Her voice wavered a little and a tear slipped down her cheek as she continued, "but if you don't at least have romantic feelings towards me, we should end this."
Hizashi felt like an ass for causing her so much pain. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to him in a fierce embrace. "God, baby, no! I'm so sorry, don't cry. I love you, I really, really do." His quirk caused the air around them to throb with a low pulse they both felt. It was rather soothing, and he kissed her forehead and did it again when he repeated himself. "I love you."
She whimpered, and he realized how much she had been holding back. "Thank god. I - I don't want to even think of my life without you in it."
"Oh," he choked. "Me too. S'why I didn't talk to you before. I don't wanna lose you!"
"So ...so what's wrong? If you want to tell me, that is. I'd like to know, but if it's difficult you can have as much time as you like. I don't want to force you."
Hizashi sighed. "I keep pushing you away 'cause I'm - well, I'm not gonna look like you expect."
"What?"
"My body," he clarified. "I, uh." He lifted the hem of his shirt with a grimace, bracing himself for her gasp of dismay.
Elly sounded confused. "Um, sweetie, I'm not sure what you're telling me to look at. It's just your chest."
He blinked, his red glasses slipping on his nose. "The scars? I mean, see? Here... and here, and -"
"This?" She reached out and gently traced the ridged flesh above his navel. "This is what's been bothering you?" Now she was clearly baffled.
"But they're so ugly."
She trembled as she took in the expanse of pale skin he had gone through so much trouble to hide from her for so long. "You're a Pro Hero. It'd be weird if you didn't have scars. I've got some, too, and Hizashi, it doesn't matter. You're still handsome as hell." Her fingers lightly grazed another, older scar.
"Wha-a-a?" He scoffed, mustache wriggling as he frowned harder. He shook his head then, as she gave him a reproachful look. "Okay, okay. You said it. I believe you think that, but it's hard to really-really convince myself. Other people haven't been kind," he added lamely.
Elly winced at his mention of others and obvious mental pain. "Those idiots didn't deserve you," she hissed angrily. "You're gorgeous."
"Wh - what're you doin'?!" He blinked his eyes open wide, scrambling backwards on the bed until he was flat against the wall. She climbed over his long legs, her tail swishing slowly back and forth.
"I want to see you."
He sighed and removed his glasses. "Here, babe. Put 'em on the nightstand. I ain't gonna fight ya, but the scars - there's a lot. They touch me up whenever I get in magazines and shit like that for a reason."
"Magazines make everyone look fake. I like the real you." Gentle hands not only lifted his red shirt but removed it entirely, tugging carefully over his head. Hizashi ducked out of instinct, and it pulled easily off. Once his chest was bare, he laid back and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. There were no exclamations of disgust, however, and she didn't ask him to put his shirt back on. Instead he felt a warm kiss as she pressed her lips to his throat. He was amazed she even knew there was one there, faint as it was and covered with concealer. When he was younger, his neck gear had exploded and burnt a ring around his throat that was mostly gone except that small part. The speakers had gotten a serious upgrade after that - the support staff misjudged his power -- and it never happened again, though the one mark remained.
"Wh - what're you doing?"
Elly looked up at him through half-lidded eyes but didn't say a word. She moved down and softly kissed the ragged strip across his left pectoral, gotten while rescuing children out of an over turned bus. Moved over and traced the thin line over his right nipple, and further, further down, always slow and sweetly loving. His body stayed tense for a few minutes, but it simply felt too good. Instead of bucking away, he found himself arching into her caresses, yearning for her fingers and hot tongue.
"O - okay," he panted roughly, squirming madly and dislodging the leopard print sheets underneath him. "I get it. I get it... ahh, shit, what, ya gonna do them all? I've got too many!"
"Yes," she said firmly. "I'm going to do them all. Every single one."
He blinked, then gasped loudly as she unzipped his pants. They had never gone this far before, and his heart felt like it was going to hammer straight out of his chest. "Sh - shit, wait -!"
"Just be quiet, sweetie."
He laughed at the irony in that statement, his eyes rolling back in his head as she licked a rough strip of flesh on his inner thigh. "At least lemme take my boots off."
"Be my guest." Elly nodded, and he unbuckled them with lightning speed, shoving his pants down as well. For the first time he lay completely exposed save for a pair of red boxer-briefs that were stretched tightly across the front. It was the most vulnerable he had been in a long time, and, though he trusted her, the past was hard to let go of.
"Well, uh, now you can see the worst." He bit his lower lip, blushing, but she only smiled and kissed the burn mark on his lower belly. His skin twitched, but he remained calm.
She was still not turned off.
She kissed and caressed, her hands and lips loving him as he truly was. Hizashi felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from him. Freed from his mental block, his body surrendered completely to her touch and he was forced to cram a hand against his mouth to try and stifle the cries bubbling up from within. She paused, and with the most impish grin he'd seen requested he flip over.
"What?"
"Turn around, please," she repeated. "I haven't done your back."
"But baby," he started to protest, but she shook her head.
"No, Hizashi. I said all of them."
He whined and flopped around to lay on his stomach. "M'not gonna last," he complained. "Ahhh, god, your mouth!"
"Nmm. There's not so many here," she murmured. "It won't take long."
"I'm not gonna take long!" His tortured erection was trapped between his briefs and the mattress, the friction incredible.
"Mm hmm." She mouthed a spot between his shoulder blades and he whimpered, trying not to rub himself on the bed. "Let go, Zashi," she whispered in his ear. "Don't hold back."
"But - but you haven't..."
"You dear, sweet man," she breathed with a catch in her voice. "It's okay to put yourself first sometimes." Elly leaned lower, her breasts pushing softly on his bare back as she nibbled his earlobe. "I want to give you this."
Faced with so many pleasurable touches and listening to her turned on voice husking directly into his ear, he gave up. He stuffed his face into the pillow, muffling his moans as he bucked his hips, rubbing off against the soft bed. It didn't take long; he had told the truth about being pushed to his limit.
"Mfft!"
She smiled and kissed the nape of his neck as he slowed down. "I love all of you."
Hizashi turned his head to reveal he was red-faced and sweaty, his eyes whirling with emotion. "I totally believe that."
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