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 Hizashi was about to sit down by his computer in the shared teacher's office when Aizawa nudged him. 

"What?"

Surprisingly, Yagi answered from across the desk. "You're needed in the lounge, Mic."

"Whaaat?"

"You should take off your neck speaker," he added.

"It's Cheshire," Aizawa grunted shortly. 

Moments later as his unoccupied seat was spinning and the door slammed shut behind him the taciturn homeroom teacher smirked at All Might. "That's how you make him run," he snickered.

Hizashi fumbled his neck gear off as he walked, pushing the door open to the break room uneasily. He heard Cheshire immediately. She was hissing and spluttering under her breath, angered obviously by what she was staring at on her phone. He dropped his speaker carefully on a table and approached.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"No!" She showed her teeth in a snarl. "This is too far. They've <i>gone too far</i> I - I can't -"

"Okay! Let's just..." Hizashi leaned over and slowly gripped her phone in two fingers, treating it as if it were a live snake. "Here we go. Let's put <i>this</i> away. It's makin' you hurt."

"But -"

"Nope." He tossed it on top of a shelf in the corner and turned around, crossing his arms.

"<i>Hizashi</i>, I'm too <i>short</i> to reach that!"

"Yeah. I know."

"But can't I just finish -"

"No." His chin firmed with his eyebrows drawn in a tight frown. "It's hurting you." 

"But don't you want to know -"

"<i>No</i>." He crossed back over and sat beside her on the couch, reaching out to place his arm around her shoulders. "You can't <i>breathe</i>, Ches. You need to stop. Here... what can we do instead? What d'ya wanna do, maybe listen to some music? Read a book?"

Elly sighed with frustration, her ears laying back. "I don't know."

Hizashi found a playlist on his phone and turned it on. Calming instrumental music filled the room.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She leaned into his side, making it easy for him to feel the tension throughout her body. 

"But not all better," he mused. "You're gonna pass out if you don't chill out."

"I need to be in my office in half an hour."

"I'm not letting you go until you can walk without wobbling all around," he warned. 

"I can't just calm down that fast!"

"Well, then," he murmured close to one furry ear, "what about a cuddle? Will that help, baby?"

"<i>Mic -</i>" she began in a huff but let out a small squeak when he pulled her onto his lap. 

"What's up?" Hizashi asked cheerfully. "No cuddle?" He made a show of pouting and looked so overly sad with huge, pleading eyes that she giggled. 

"Okay, okay. But we'll have to deal with all the crazy rumors after this. The kids <i>and</i> staff already think we're dating. <i>The media thinks you're with somebody else, though</i>," she added under her breath.

"Ohhhh, is <i>that</i> what's got ya pissed?" He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm not seeing anybody. I wanna, but she thinks all the rumors are crazy." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

She craned her neck to look up at him and found he was blushing. "What exactly are you saying, Mic?"

"Oh. I guess, uh. You wanna date?"

A quarter of an hour later an extremely smug Present Mic strolled into the office and sat down. It was approximately five seconds until he couldn't hold out any more and proceeded to tell everyone how he'd gotten a <i>girlfriend</i>.

Hunger, 8

 "That's right, baby. <i>Scream</i> for me! Ya know I <i>like it loud</i>."

Elly twisted and turned on the bedsheets, clawing at them frantically as her lover pounded into her at a steady, even pace. Hizashi was at his outrageous best, wearing nothing but his Present Mic jacket with his hair done up in a tight bun to help prevent spillage.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"Ain't gonna," he panted hoarsely, arching his back as he thrust. "Remember, that last shot made me get it up but nothing's comin'. This is all for you - one final fuck so hard your heat'll be over."

"Oh god, ohhh goddd..."

He giggled wickedly and dropped a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hold on, babygirl, this party's only <i>just</i> begun."

The man had stamina, but this was something else. The staff were concerned her heat was taking so long and told him to "do his best" at least one more time. More than a week of repeated sex had definitely taken its toll on him, yet he said would do it as long as necessary, no questions asked. And so he threw himself into the act as fully as possible, giving in to the pull and push, working his muscles as she shook uncontrollably underneath him.

After awhile Elly threw back her head, her throat working. "Mic, oh god Mic that's it -"

Hizashi blinked as sweat dripped into his eye but he didn't dare move his hands to wipe it away. Instead he concentrated, trying to deepen his thrusts to match her weak flops towards him. She was as extremely tired as he was and he knew one more orgasm would put her out like a light.

She needed that.

He <i>really</i> hadn't counted on how extremely physical the last few days had been. He knew the stories about anthros and their cycles but thought, like everyone else, that they were highly exagerrated. Tales involving sex always got blown up on the internet, and a lot of guys loved bragging.

Turns out it was very close to what those who had reportedly been through with their partners. 

It also turned out that quite a few of those people had not, in fact, been boasting, but warning those that thought it would be a fun undertaking. Not to say this wasn't genuinely rewarding, and at times very enjoyable.

Fun, however, was not what it was about at the moment. 

<i>Damn it, it's not working</i>!

"Havin' trouble, Ches?"

She whimpered, her fingers grasping his shoulders in a tight grip. The leather helped; he was unharmed though her nails were digging in. "Close but I can't!"

"Whatcha need, babygirl? Tell me."

"You're not into it!"

"Oh, I'm into it." He laughed when she shot him a narrow-eyed look. "I <i>am</i>. Just not gonna finish this time. That the problem? I'm not coming?"

She nodded - at least he thought she did, her body was jiggling impressively with each movement he made. 

"You want me to fake it, baby? You <i>do</i> feel good."

"Anything," she gasped, "anything. Please."

Hizashi moaned softly in her ear. "Mnn, baby, you fit me so <i>perfect</i>."

She gulped audibly. "Oh!"

"That's it, that's it," he continued, his breath hot and causing her ear to twitch as he panted. "So good, yeah?" He wriggled a hand between them to rub at her upper sex, a tricky maneuver while still thrusting inside her but he was incredibly flexible as well as running on the high energy he was known for. "You make me come so hard, I wanna come -" He threw his head back, throat working to utter a series of scandalous moans that rose in pitch. It was over-the-top acting even by the worst pornographic film standards, but it worked. Hearing him sound like he was in the throes of ecstacy combined with this extreme stimulation tossed Elly over the edge. 

"<i>Yes</i>!"

"Oh, babygirl," he gasped as she shrieked his hero name several times. "Thank fuck. Good, good, it's okay, let go... that's right." 

She collapsed backwards and he hurriedly pulled out and checked her pulse. It was racing but as he waited began to slowly even out. Hizashi sighed in relief and kissed her sweaty forehead. Only then did he notice his own body was disgustingly slick under the heavy jacket, straggling bits of his long hair that fell out of the bun sticking to his neck and shoulders. He grimaced and stood up, bracing himself with one hand on a nightstand since his leg muscles were twitching wildly. Elly muttered something unintelligible, her eyes closed in sleep while he waited. When he was certain he was physically capable of movement he stretched, placing his hands at the small of his back. 

"Aw'right, gotta clean up," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a nearby towel. This was used to very carefully wipe Elly down before tucking a fresh sheet around her. She sighed happily in her sleep, grabbing a handful of soft fabric and cuddling deeper into the pillow. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby," he whispered, and kissed her cheek this time. 

She purred in response, sensing his touch. He smiled, then waddled unsteadily off to the bathroom dropping his jacket on the floor as he went.

Hunger, 7

 "Yeah, let's. I'm getting cold, anyway."

The couple dried off and wandered into the bedroom to put their fluffy robes back on. As they did they heard a beep from the door and Hizashi wandered over to look out into the tiny foyer that seperated their suite from the outside. 

"Hey, it must be dinner time," he called out.

Elly poked her head out of the bedroom. "I <i>was</i> getting kind of hungry."

"Yeah, look." Hizashi pulled open the front door and rolled in a cart with multiple covered dishes. "They probably set this out while we were in the bathroom."

"Bring it on over, sweetie. I want to be disgustingly sinful and eat in bed."

Hizashi squirmed with delight at the name and complied with a flourish.

The food was excellent but then he noticed there was a bottle on the side of the cart. "What's this? Sake? Really?!"

"Is it any good?"

"Ohhhh ho ho ho. Try this," he husked, setting his cup to her lips.

Elly drank, then started purring as the liquid blossomed into warmth in her belly. "Oh, that's <i>good</i>. I wonder why they let us have alcohol?"

"No idea. Maybe it's to help us relax." He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her deeply. "Mmmn... that's even sweeter."

"<i>You're</i> sweeter," she giggled.

"Nuh uh. You."

She laughed harder. Hizashi's lips twitched and he drank again, then sighed deeply.

"Oh, <i>fuck</i>," he breathed. "I think I know why they gave us that wine."

"Yeah."

"There was somethin' in it, right?"

"Yeah," she whispered, clinging to him and also breathing slowly. "Wine masks the taste."

"Hmm. They monitor us, so..."

"They'll take action if someone's not eating or sleeping well. We only managed a little nap before. Probably wasn't enough."

"Yeah, 'cause right now I feel like a semi just dropped on top of me." He yawned hugely, stretching one arm over his head but keeping the other slung about her waist. "We better get settled, honey. Or we'll keel over right here."

They pushed the cart some distance away and lay back on the huge mattress. Elly rolled into his arms right away. "I wish this could last forever." She buried her face in his chest, completely content.

He raised both eyebrows. "Your heat?"

"Noooo. This."

"Me an' you?" Hizashi shifted his legs around hers and sighed. "Baby, I'm not going <i>anywhere</i>. If you want me forever, you got me."

"...too good to be true," came the muffled reply.

"You'll see," he promised. "If I hafta shout it in public every day I'll do it." His golden eyes brightened, but for once he held his tongue as a wonderful idea struck him.

"I'll do anything to be with you forever."

"Mmm hmm. Well, here's the list. You ready? You're gonna hafta date me for awhile, put up with a gross amount of affection," Hizashi squeezed her once and she giggled faintly. "No, I mean it. I'm gonna shower you with so much love we'll make everyone around us puke." He thought for a moment, then added, "At the very least we'll get Aizawa. He <i>hates</i> that kind of thing."

"Funnnn. Then what."

"I'll ask you a question you'd better be ready for!" He snickered wickedly. "Although, I doubt you'll be able to prepare. I'm gonna work really hard to surprise you all the time."

"Pfff, already know the answer."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Yes," she murmured so low he almost didn't hear. Hizashi fell asleep with a smile.

relationshipadvice

 <b>I'm (30f) madly in love with my colleague (32m) and don't what to do</b>

<b>ThrowRAmadlyinlove</b>:

<i>Okay, so I need to know what others think. I'm in love with one of my colleagues. I swore I'd never trust any man since none have loved me back (not even family). But this guy ...I was there before I realized and it's too late for me to distance myself.

I'm currently in Japan, and the work culture here is different from what I'm used to. Hell, everything is different, but here you spend even more time with co-workers than in the US. I've been seeing him at work and during casual nights for long enough to get to know him very well. We stayed late when the others left and have become friends (he's called me a friend but he's friendly to a lot of people..?)

It might sound creepy to say I'm in love but we're in an industry where we rely on each other for our lives and have been in tight situations. Also, I've known him for a year now and we've been out almost every Friday night since we met, sometimes more. We even "live together" in a dorm type situation. I even know some of his bathroom habits!

Anyway, I've done a lot of work on myself in therapy but I'll always have issues. I'm scared and don't know what to do. Normally I'd ignore my feelings but they're too strong. He's a sweet man and he'd let me down easy, I think, but that's just it. I know deep down he can't like me back and I don't want to be hurt, especially after falling so hard despite myself.

What do I do?
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Elly's tailtips twitched as she read the post on her phone. The responses were mixed; she'd guessed as a therapist what most folks would say and she knew her own textbook response.

What she <i>hadn't</i> counted on was losing her anonymity.

Elly wasn't really sure how the redditor guessed who she was or why the rest believed them. She only knew that an hour after posting this on her lunch break it was on the main page, flooded with replies and had gone viral elsewhere.

She did the only thing she could - hid in her office and hoped for the best.

Of course she knew he'd see it.

There was a rapid series of knocks at her door before she was finished praying to every diety she could think of to beg he would somehow miss it.

"Hey, uh... Ches?"

Elly let her forehead fall heavily onto her desk with a defeated groan. "Ughhhhh, come in."

Hizashi stuck his head inside first, his hair rustling as the giant blond spike preceeded him. He chuckled when he saw her and closed the door behind him. "Whoa, babe, you look wrecked. I won't screw around, okay." He paused, pulled out the chair in front of her desk and plopped down in it. "Is that really your reddit post everybody's talking about?"

"Yes."

"Oh." He raised his eyebrows, looking down his nose as his sunglasses slipped to reveal his wide, golden eyes. "Is the guy All Might?"

Elly stared at him incredulously for a second, then burst into tears. He jumped to his feet and rushed over to her, kneeling to be on her level.

"It's okay! It's gonna be okay. He's not gonna hurt you, like, I don't think he even -"

"<i>It's not All Might</i>!"

"What?!"

"It's not All Might," she repeated sadly. She reached out with a shaky hand and hesitantly, carefully cupped his right cheek in a cold palm.

Hizashi's shades slipped further, his eyes huge. "Oh my god," he choked, "it's me? Ches, is it <i>me</i>?"

She jerked her hand away, flinching, as his came up but all he did was remove the giant speaker from his neck. Once that was placed aside, he took her wrist and gently guided her hand back to where it had been. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and trying to think how he could reassure her.

Instead of the million little things he'd always thought of saying that were loving or supportive he blurted out, "You wanna come over tonight after work?"



















<b>She (30f) likes me (32m)! How do I not fuck this up????</b>

<b>ThrowRAloudAFlover</b>:

<i>Old as time lyrics, yo! She's into me and we're gonna meet up. So we're close enough that we can skip the "getting to know each other" part. But she's giving out a serious vibe and I think she wants to seal the deal!!!!

YEAAAAHHHHH ♡♡♡

But also

Like

SHIT

I need help QUICK! How do I:

- help her realize she's awesome
- make this night extra special
- keep quiet during (you know), and I mean QUIET or I'll get in serious trouble

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Edit: FFS MY DUDES OKOK you know who we are but now you get why I need tips or she's gonna be deafened HEEEEELLLLP</i>

Mental Health Help

 It wasn't quite dark yet, but it was far after school hours and the teachers at U.A. were mostly winding down for the night.

Hizashi Yamada was not.

He dashed down the dormitory hall, necklaces bouncing on his chest as he scrambled to find the school counselor, his scheduled partner in crime.

"Hey hey! M'almost ready to leave for the bar, where you at, <i>where you at</i>?" He opened her door but stopped cold as he realized the room was dark. "Ches?"

She was curled up on her bed in a tight ball with her striped tail wrapped around her. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light he saw her shoulders shaking and he stepped forward catiously.

"Hey..?"

"Sorry." Elly very obviously struggled to control her crying so she could speak. He could see this was a massive effort, akin to someone lifting a huge amount of physical weight. She got under it, and, with a heavy grunt of determination rolled her shoulders back. Hizashi watched her eyes come back into focus with relief. "Oh. The bar."

"Yeah, are you okay?"

"No."

"Oh." He blinked, startled. It was strange dealing with someone other than Aizawa that spoke so bluntly, but he liked that about them both. "Are you sick? D'ya need Chiyo..?"

"No... it's my illness. My brain is sort of fixating on bad memories and ideas," she explained. "I can't stop it."

"I knew you had bad days, like, moods an' stuff. It's more, though, yeah?"

"Yeah. It's just..." Elly sighed deeply and rubbed at her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. "It's hard, sometimes, not having anyone special to make things better."

"I thought we were tight, yo." Hizashi's face grew sad, his expressive eyes fixed on hers. "You can come to <i>me</i> if yer upset."

"I know." Her cheeks grew a darker red color all at once and she broke eye contact to stare at her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I know, but - well, but you're such an outgoing guy. You shouldn't have to stay in because I don't want to go. Have fun."

"Uh... you sure?"

"Yes. I want you to go. I'll be fine."

Hizashi ran his hand across the top of his head, patting the messy bun at the back. The door closed behind him and he sighed, pausing to think about what happened.

"Yamada." He was deep in thought and jumped to one side, arms flailing, when someone stepped out of the shadowed hallway beside him. 

Wheezing, he clutched his chest and stared balefully at the tall man standing near. "Holy <i>shit</i>, All Might, for such a big dude you can be crazy quiet."

Yagi smiled at him, but pointed at the door. "Is Miss Elly not coming out? I thought I heard a disturbance."

"Doesn't feel like it. She said she'll be okay, though."

"Hmm." Yagi stared for a moment at her closed door. "I think she wants you to stay," he said at last.

"But she said -"

"She may not want to force the issue." The tall man placed a hand on Hizashi's shoulder. "You've heard about her past?"

"A little." He frowned. "We're close friends, we've had some long talks, you know, aside from the mandatory therapy stuff."

"Yes." The tall man nodded, tilting his head to one side as he thought.

"You've talked with her too, yeah? You've been to America. Even though she never really seems homesick she likes being around people that speak English now an' then."

"It's not just that, though. I can't tell you things we've spoken of in confidence, of course. But I <i>can</i> suggest that if she's upset she would want comfort."

"She said that," he admitted. "But then told me to leave. Why don't <i>you</i> go?"

"Because she sees you in a different way than just a friend."

"<i>Close</i> friend," he chirped brightly.

"That's why it has to be <i>you</i>, Yamada," he asserted quietly.

Hizashi frowned at her closed door, worry beginning to work its way into his tightly pinched brow again. "I don't want to upset her."

"I don't think you can." Yagi placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed once in encouragement. The other man sighed and walked over, knocking before opening the door a crack.

"Ches? I'm still here."

"Hizashi?" She sniffled. "I <i>hurt</i>, and it's <i>bad</i>, and I can't stop it."

"Do you want a hug?" Hizashi sat on the bed and stretched his arms wide. She looked him over very carefully, noting his lower voice and smaller, more serious, but still light-hearted smile. 

"Ohhhh... ummm, you don't have to if you don't want." She nervously crossed her arms, her ears laid low. "I know you want to go to the -"

"Nah, babygirl." Hizashi decided that he was going to have to step up his game. "What I <i>want</i> is to hold you." He raised an eyebrow and reached slowly out. "Is that okay?"

Elly locked up at <i>babygirl</i>, in such disbelief at the nickname she didn't protest. He carefully wrapped his arms around her and sat still while she adjusted to the unexpected affection. His hold was loose at first so she could pull away if she wanted, but after a minute she drew in a huge, shuddering breath and clung tightly to him.

"Ahhhhh." Her hands gripped his t-shirt, her body shaking. "There we go. Let that shit out."

"I'm so afraid!"

Hizashi rubbed her upper back gently in small circles. "Of what?"

"I - I can't..!"

"S'okay, babe." He hugged her close. "I won't let anything hurt you."

"You won't like me if you see me like this!"

"But -" 

<i>I'm</i> already <i>seeing you like this</i>.

Hizashi's heart nearly broke with sympathy. He <i>knew</i> what this felt like, had his whole life. He was loud and over-the-top almost all the time, having suppressed Yamada Hizashi in favor of Present Mic. Many people judged him because they only saw that persona. They deemed him stupid, not worth listening to and his colleages talked over him in important meetings. Even his friends often shoved him away when he tried to offer help.

Ches <i>never did, though. She won't reject me... right</i>?

"Okay." He took a steady, deep breath. "You like me, yeah?"

"Y - yes!" The reply was vehement enough that her body jerked in his arms.

Hizashi coughed uncomfortably. "Even though I'm really fuckin' annoying? I'm loud, make lots of bad jokes and uh, I'm in people's personal space too much."

"You're not annoying! You radiate positive vibes and - and, and... ohhh."

"Yup." He smiled at her as she pulled back to stare at him, wiping her teary eyes with light touches of his fingertips. "I see you better than <i>you</i> see you. And it's good. Even the messy stuff."

Her lower lip trembled and she reached out blindly towards him. He held his hands up and they clasped together. 

Later both would say it seemed like it was hours, but they sat for a couple of minutes breathlessly staring into each other's eyes until he broke the spell by tugging her hands up to his lips. He pressed a small kiss on each wrist before letting them go.

"D'ya trust me, babe?"

She shook her head but he was relieved to see she was only trying to focus. Elly rubbed her eyes and nodded. "Yes."

"Okay then! We're gonna have a stay-in date. Meet me on the couch whenever you're ready." He rushed out in excitement, throwing her a finger gun and a wink before the door closed.

Elly sat there, bemused, until she realized he said <i>date</i> and hurried to freshen up. When she walked cautiously out into the common area she got another surprise.

Hizashi grinned over at her from the smaller of the two couches, remote in hand. "Look, I got, what's it called, Disney Plus or whatever on this thing. We can watch <i>Alice in Wonderland</i>!"

Her eyes widened and she caught her breath, her face feeling quite warm all of a sudden.

Yagi was sitting in his room getting ready to head to the bar when he heard a familiar voice swear in surprise outside.

When he came out to see what Aizawa was exclaiming at, he found the two snuggled up on the couch. Hizashi had his arm around her and she was talking animatedly about the scene unfolding onscreen. The blond-haired man's expression was very soft as he paid close attention.

"Ah, ha. So he did it."

"I didn't think he had the balls," the grumpy man admitted. "They've been pining over each other for months."

"He realized she needed him." He paused, then smiled broadly. "Yamada would have never confessed for himself, but he became very protective when he saw her hurting."

"Huh." Aizawa side-eyed him until Yagi started to cough.

"I only helped a <i>little</i>!"

"Sure."

Hot fix

 It had been one of those days. Not everything had gone wrong, really, just enough to cause Elly to wordlessly walk past her boyfriend as he sat on the couch, her Hero outfit falling to the floor as she mindlessly sought the comfort of a hot shower.

Aizawa Shota was not one to take that lightly.

He easily inferred she had a rough day and made plans, waiting patiently for her to finish cleaning up in the bathroom.

Elly took her time showering, enjoying the refreshing fall of water and sweet-smelling steam. She got out and dried her short hair and tail carefully, shaking herself in front of the mirror with satisfaction. "Better go grab some clothes," she sighed.

Upon opening the bedroom door, however, she saw her boyfriend seated on the bed dressed in dark clothing, wearing his capture weapon with an enigmatic expression on his scruffy features. She smiled a sheepish smile and was about to apologize for ignoring him when she was caught tightly in several layers of his binding cloth. He pulled sharply and she flew into his arms, then rolled onto the mattress. Elly was too winded to say anything until he gently set her down, the scarf-like pieces unraveling from around her body. As soon as he did she sat up at the waist in protest.

"Shota!"

He shook his head and laid a finger on his lips.

Aizawa straddled her, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. He reached down and pulled the hem of his black shirt up with one hand, exposing his chest and firm, sculpted abdomen. The warm skin thrust at her in an aggressively sexual manner, his back arched and other arm behind him. 

He'd <i>shaved</i> his chest. The skin was smooth with no trace of the dark, furry hair that normally covered it. The hair started at his navel now, a light dusting that trailed lower.

And as she looked - how could she not, with this mouth-watering display put on for her benefit -- her eyes dropped and she saw the button on his fly was undone. Only a tantalizing glimpse of dark hair and shadows was exposed, but of course the bulge in his slacks indicated the treat that lay in wait. 

His smile was a touch smug but more confident than full of ego; when she raised her eyes he pointed at the bed in an obvious command: <i>lay down</i>.

So she did.

All her cares and worry vanished with the brush of his lips on hers and warm, strong hands caressing her body. He kissed her naked body slowly, his hot mouth trailing after his hands and covering every inch of flesh as he passed it. She squirmed and writhed, gasping as his stubble rasped lightly on her sensitive skin. Aizawa took note of this and paused to rub his cheek on her belly, staring hotly up at her all the while. 

"Baby, that tickles," she giggled.

He raised an eyebrow and did it again on the other side, slower this time.

"Ohmigod, <i>Sh</i> -" 

He hefted himself up on his hands and quickly silenced her with a passionate kiss. One turned into several, and he was soon growling softly as he pressed against her with an urgency that took her breath away.

"Eraser..?"

Nope.

She wasn't addressing him the wrong way. He still hushed her with his body and a stern, though loving, look. Elly finally got the message: no talking whatsoever.

Moaning, however, was apparently allowed.

She bit her lip, a hiss of pleasure escaping her as his kisses trailed down her neck to her breasts. He chuckled wickedly, a dark, velvety snicker, and ran the tip of his tongue up toward a hardened nipple. Instead of licking directly, however, he started a slow, lazy spiral from the outermost area. After a few minutes, Elly started biting her lip harder in an agony of torturous pleasure. When Aizawa noticed he let out an exaggerated hum of concern and pulled away to stop her with a kiss. She squirmed but he lapped at the chewed-up skin, his dark eye burning into hers.

<i>Okay. None of that either, then.</i>

She nodded in understanding and her reward was exactly what she needed, his mouth closing on her breast, lips suckling until she really couldn't help but cry his name.

"<i>Shota</i>"

He grunted approval and raised himself on his arms above her, wobbling only slightly away from his legless side. "Do you want me?"

"Yes!" 

"All right." 

She knew better; she really did. And yet the man broke her on a daily basis with love and the care he put into making her feel good. So yes, she knew better, but was <i>still</i> shocked to the core when he shoved her knees further apart, spreading them wide enough the muscles burned lightly. He thrust inside without further warning, a thrill streaking up her belly from the quick movement. When she opened her mouth, however, he crushed his own over hers again, swallowing her cries as he arched back.

"Good kitty."

He thrust forward again, holding her down so she couldn't buck up into his movements and deepen the penetration. Elly whined, craving more, but let him do as he wished. When he saw she was restraining herself he rewarded her with a sharp twist of his hips, a quick thrill that left her desperate for more. Knowing he didn't want her to speak, however, she groaned and let her head fall to one side on the pillow. 

Aizawa kissed her on the cheek, a silent apology before starting an even rhythm that burned away the ache into a slow growing orgasm. She strained for it, eager, but every time she tried he stopped and kissed her until she relaxed again. How he was holding back for so long was a complete mystery to her, yet she hadn't much time to ponder anything as he was demanding her full attention. Her focus narrowed and it was clear when she let go, her eyes glazing over and mouth parting. His lips twitched in a sly grin when he saw. She whimpered and reached for him again, and this time he bent forward so she could grasp his shoulder blades.

"I'll let that slide, my queen," he told her breathlessly, still moving his hips. "Mostly because you're going to need to <i>hold on</i>."

"Yes," she gasped, gripping tightly with hips and hands. "Yes, faster! Faster, baby - I'm close and I need this so much!"

"I know," he murmured, kissing her sweaty forehead. He took a deep breath, arched his back for a full second, and flung himself smoothly into the act with a kind of ferocity she had never known. On an ordinary day it might have been a little frightening but she wanted this, <i>needed</i> to be wrecked so hard she lost herself. 

"Deeper, please!"

"Raise your legs," he snapped brusquely. "Give them to me, here." His rough palms clutched them tight, lifting them up his waist to his back. "Can you cross your ankles?" She immediately did and her new angle provided the easiest, deepest penetration. It wasn't long until she was weeping with the force of her orgasm and he let her cry it out. If not for the sticky smear on one of her thighs, Elly wouldn't have been certain that he came or not. He'd been silent and watchful even then.

Aizawa rolled over on his back beside her, one long-fingered hand finding and entwining with hers. They lay there for a long time letting their bodies cool and their breathing slow. 

Elly was the one to break the silence. "Thank you."

He shrugged. "I love you."

"Thank you for that, too."

Hunger, 6

 Hizashi paused to rummage through his bag before getting into the shower. He pulled out a small square of plastic while Elly stared.

"Oh, baby, it's not a condom." He laughed and opened the packet to reveal a shower cap. "Go on and get in, start without me. I need to make sure my hair stays dry." She nodded and picked up the soap while he reached back to make sure the massive blond pile was fully covered under the cap. Satisfied, he stepped in and washed several key areas, letting the water rinse him fresh again.

"Okay, we're cleaned up! On to the fun part."

"F - fun?"

"Yep. Move into the tub, please? There's a little seat for you. I'll set up the water." He turned off the shower and stepped out and back into the other area, which was more like a hot tub than a bath itself. After fiddling with the dials for a moment he was satisfied the water was filling properly and he knelt in front of her.

"How you doing, Ches? You look fidgety."

"I'm - I'm on fire," she sobbed, twisting and turning, her wet legs sliding aimlessly against each other. 

"My poor baby," he whispered, his heart in his eyes as he laid his head in her lap. "What do you want? What do you need?" The water was up to his lower legs, swirling around and splashing a little as he moved.

"I need to come," she sniffled. "But I don't, I don't know..."

"Get greedy, baby. Tell me <i>anything</i> you want." Hizashi kissed her knee. "Y'know, ya still haven't quite let go. I have to ease you into it every time."

"Bad memories."

"Yeah." He looked sad momentarily, then sighed, tugging his hair free of the cap and unfastening the soft band to run his fingers through it a few times. "I know what might help, though. Remember to tell me if I do anything you're not comfortable with." Satisfied it was dry enough he fastened the long, blond locks into a triple bun.

"Uh huh." She wiggled her rear on the seat which had a small rubber mat for comfort and safety's sake. Hizashi made puppy dog eyes at her until she blushed and admitted she wanted kisses.

He started with her forehead and moved from there, taking his time and drawing each one out with tongue and soft nuzzles of his lips. 

"Your mustache is so sexy," she panted when he paused. "It turns me on when I feel it on my skin."

"Much better," he praised in encouragement. "Soooo much better. And as an added bonus - that makes me feel good, too." He kissed her navel and impishly decided to dip his tongue inside.

She whimpered and scratched the back of his neck lightly with her nails as her fingers spasmed. "Zashi..!"

"What d'ya want, sweetheart?" The feathery soft brushes of his lips dropping lower and lower were driving her insane. He knew what she wanted but also that she had less than pleasant experiences in the past. If he could gently urge her to open up, he could reinforce that he wasn't like the others. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her inner thigh. "I love you so much, baby. Let me show you. Tell me."

Elly let out air in a huff that spoke volumes before answering in a shaky voice. "Want you to go down on me..." He heard her take a gulping breath before continuing, "w - want your head between my legs."

"Yes, <i>ma'am</i>," he replied enthusiastically.

"I wasn't sure -"

"I told you, baby - I'll do damn near anything for you." He stopped in the act of kissing her knee to look directly into her eyes. "This isn't a big deal, either. I'll always want to kiss you."

"But -"

"No buts. I love you. Oh, and let you in on a secret," he whispered, sliding into place as she lifted her legs to help. "I like havin' my hair pulled. Get close to the scalp if yer gonna yank and don't hold back."

"It won't hurt you?"

"Not bad. It stings, is all." He grinned as he realized his throat felt more normal. "Heyyyy, the pills have been wearing off, so I've got a lot more power."

"Why would that matter <i>ohmigod</i>!"

Hizashi licked a slow, long strip up her sex, humming softly all the while. The vibrations from his quirk turned the simple vocalization into a buzzing sensation, not unlike a vibrator but with added tongue. Elly's legs jerked but he was ready for that and ducked a little. 

He did, however, groan when she grasped desperately at his head, burying her fingers in his hair on the sides of the bun. Sure enough when he used his quirk again she tugged, and every pull went right to his lower belly in a delicious shock of pleasure. Encouraged, he moved faster, using her tightening grip on his hair to know when to back off to edge her gently from the brink of orgasm.

He soon decided she needed that release, however, and kept on until she grew louder. Elly's body convulsed, pleasure fluttering through her in waves as he alternated between licking and humming. He would tell her later she screamed his name, but she wouldn't remember. She couldn't recall anything but how sweetly <i>perfect</i> the release felt - and how it lingered after he gave her a final kiss and drew back.

"My <i>god</i>... H - Hih - Hi<i>zashi</i>."

"Yeah, babe." He splashed around until he was sitting beside her on another seat. "Better now?"

"<i>Yes</i>." She waited for her heart to stop racing, breathing slow and deep. "You - that was... you were amazing." 

"Aw." He coughed and dipped his head shyly.

"No, I'm seriously..." Elly stopped to gather her thoughts. "No man has <i>ever</i> made me feel the way you do. In every way."

"You make me feel special." Hizashi paused to reflect and added, "I usually get told lots of bad stuff about me. But you <i>like</i> all the parts of me." He placed his arms around her and both of them started giggling when they almost slipped back into the tub. 

"Whoops!"

"Erk!"

"Maaaayyybe we should get out of the tub."

Music appreciation

 It started off as an ordinary English lesson from Present Mic at U.A, with him downing half a cup of coffee as the class pulled out the appropriate books from their bags.

The plan that day was to practice what they'd learned so far, and it went fairly well. By the end of class everyone felt good about themselves, including Hizashi, who decided to try something new.

"We're gonna end on a different note today. Come on over." Hizashi set his phone on the desk. It began playing from one of his playlists; the teens crowded around to listen.

They immediately hit a snag.

"This one's stupid," Bakugo snorted. He lifted his hand to skip to the next on the list.

"Don't you dare!" Hizashi quickly snatched it out of the way. "It's not that bad."

"It's pretty cheesy," Jiro muttered, wrinkling her nose. Several of the others agreed but some were still listening and witholding judgement.

"It's dumb," Bakugo asserted.

"Watch it," Ochako told him. "Remember you're trying to be better."

"I'm already the best, damn it!"

"I tried." She shrugged, looking aside at Jiro.

"Okay, look. We listened," the dark-haired girl reasoned with her teacher. "I like music, but this is... uh. Why do you like this so much?"

"Does Ms. Chesire like it?" Mina burst out in sudden inspiration.

"Well, yeah. That's <i>our</i> song, yo!" Hizashi sounded upset the kids could think such a thing was uncool. 

"The words are, um. I guess it's kind of romantic?" Midoriya shrugged, scratching his unruly mop of green hair. 

"<i>Romantic</i> and <i>special</i>?!" The self-professed shipper of the class leaped over as close as possible, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oooooh!" 

"Why is <i>this</i> your song, Mr. Yamada?"

"Yeah, ribbit! You're like, a DJ and stuff -"

"You've got a near-freaking unexhaustable knoweledge of music. Why this?!"

Hizashi's eyes widened in panic. He could see a slow grin creeping across Mina's face as her own eyes grew in realization. He began to panic, his mouth already going off on several different tangents trying to divert the conversation.

Someone else got to it first, though.

Mineta had been listening closely to the song and the Voice Hero's reactions as the others teased him. "Wait," he gasped, a dribble of blood tricking out of his nose. "Wait, is this what was playing when you guys <i>did it</i> the first time?!"

Everyone looked up in perfect sync to view their English teacher's face, which by now was bright red across his cheeks and nose. His ears also burned hot but at least those were hidden by the headphones he wore. Normally his hazel eyes couldn't be seen either due to his sunglasses, but he was sweating so badly they slipped down his nose. They were giant and clearly filled with a certain kind of terror.

"Holy shit he looks like he's gonna pop."

"Since you're all, uh, talking, hey! Let's stick to English, okay? Learning English through music is really effective in terms of memorizing new vocabulary, 'cause like, ya know how songs get stuck in our minds -"

"Mineta's <i>right</i>?"

"Thanks, dumbass," Bakugo groaned. "Every fucking time I hear this - shut up!" He snapped at them as they shouted at him. "<i>Every time we</i> all <i>hear this we're gonna think about that</i>!"

"Think about what?" A new voice called lightly from the doorway.

"Uh oh."

Elly walked over to her boyfriend, her ears perking up. "Hey, this is the song that was playing when you confessed." She added in English, "When you told me you loved me."

Hizashi nodded. "Yeah." He slipped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned affectionately into his side. 

"Awww!"

"Wait, I thought they had -"

"You could've just told us that, geez."

"Yeah, we missed part of lunch for nothing."

The class filed out, the couple watching until the door slid shut. Elly raised an eyebrow but before she could say anything Hizashi groaned.

"They were right!" He pulled her into a massive hug and bent to bury his face in her hair, being careful that his giant neck gear didn't crush her. 

"They don't need to know you told me <i>during</i>," she chuckled. 

"I panicked!"

"I know, dear."

Just outside the door Mina Ashido clapped both hands over her mouth to stifle the shriek of glee that threatened to burst out. Jiro grimaced and retracted her ear jack from the panel. "I really didn't need to know that," she sighed dismally.

"But it's so <i>cute</i>!"

"Yeah. Sure. You're gonna buy me that ice cream, right? Maybe I can drown my disgust in sweet stuff." She whipped her hand out to motion for the pink-skinned girl to stay quiet. "Uh uh, no. Don't you dare make a 'sweet' joke. I'm done."

"Aw."

Birthday 7/7/23

 Toshinori, Aizawa and the star of the day - Yamada Hizashi, birthday boy -- had gotten off work at nearly the same time this fine, sunny day. They had perhaps unconciously grouped together, each dressed casually as they relaxed on the couch in the teacher's dormitory.

Yagi leaned over intently. "Well, what <i>do</i> you want for your birthday?"

"I dunno." Hizashi sat slumped over, looking bored as he flipped through channels on the television. "Yer still takin' me out for karaoke later, right?"

"Yes."

"That's fine." He shrugged. "I, uh..." He glanced over his shoulder at the kitchenette, his ears burning faintly. "That's all I want. My friends with me."

Aizawa grunted faintly, and though most people couldn't discern his emotions through subtle sounds like this Hizashi knew his friend. He shot the sleepy bundle a warning look.

"Your birthday is on one of the most romantic days of the year," Yagi sighed. His sunken eyes followed the Voice Hero's in a knowing fashion.

"Yeah, <i>tanabata</i>."

Elly rummaged around in the cabinets, cursing a little in English as she searched for the tea she'd bought. "Aha!" She exclaimed as she dug the tiny tin out of the corner of the drawer it had somehow manifested in this time.

A shadow had been hovering in the hallway watching her and Eri appeared, her curiousity overcoming her shyness at last.

She scrunched her nose up and tugged at Elly's shirt sleeve. "E - excuse me, Miss Kitty..?"

The counselor bit her tongue to stifle the giggles that almost burst free at the child's nickname for her. "Yes, dear?"

"Why does Mr. Mic call you 'babygirl'?"

There was movement from the couch, a few intakes of breath and one snort as the teachers resting there overheard. Elly closed her eyes and took a deep breath before pouring hot water over her tea. "He's just being silly, that's all." She smiled down at the little girl. "Besides, that's the way he speaks. He called Eraser <i>baby</i> the other day, too."

"Nuh uh," she insisted vehemently, shaking her head. "That's <i>different</i>. He calls people listeners and sometimes, um, baby. But he only calls you baby<i>girl</i>."

"He - he does?" Elly couldn't control the blush that spread across her cheeks. She looked over at the couch this time to see who was sitting there.

Toshinori was huddled down trying to hide, though he was too tall and she could clearly see him shaking with excitement - he was a romantic at heart and spoke with her previously about the other man. Aizawa couldn't care less, his eyes closed and head tilted far back as he rested, but the man beside him was bolt upright with a blush on his ears that rivaled her own.

Their eyes met and he blinked rapidly several times before he jumped over the couch and darted down the hall into safety.

"Coward," she muttered, though not crossly.

"Yeah, he does," Eri insisted.

"Well, I <i>am</i> a girl, right? That's probably why."

Eri let out an exasperated sigh. "Noooo, he only calls <i>you</i> that. Not other girls, either."

"Hey, little listener!" Hizashi popped out from the hallway surprising them both. "I heard you got a question that involves me, yeah?"

"Mr. Mic!" She hopped with excitement. "You can answer me, can't you?"

"What's the question?"

"Why do you call her -" she gestured to Elly, "babygirl?"

"Ohhhhhh, that's <i>easy</i>!" His smile grew, though the blush had spread from his ears to across his nose and cheeks. "I do it 'cause Ches is my most super-special pretty city kitty."

To say that Eri was irritated wouldn't do the emotion justice - she blew out her cheeks and stomped one foot, a pout crossing her sweet little face. "<i>That's just more nicknames</i>!"

Hizashi chuckled awkwardly and took a deep breath. "Eri," he said in a low, serious voice.

"Huh?"

"It means she's very, <i>very</i> special to me." He reached out and took Elly's free hand in his while she carefully set the suddenly wobbly teacup on the counter. "Not like anyone else in the whole world."

"Ohhhhhhh." Eri absorbed this information and with the utter innocence of a child blurted out the inevitable. "Are you in love with her?"

He choked on a shaky inhale of air, his eyes wide. "I, uh... uh. Oh. <i>Wow, you're fulla questions today, huh</i>?! Did you write your <i>tanzaku</i> yet?" He pointed to the large bamboo branch decoration near the windows.

"Oh! Nuh uh, not yet." She looked at it and shook her head. "Someone has to help me -"

While she was distracted Hizashi tugged gently on Elly's hand, leading her off down the hall to dissapear in a room nearby. When Eri turned back she found herself abandoned and she groaned and stormed over to the couch.

"Why won't anyone answer me right?" She complained, crawling into Aizawa's lap. "Did I do okay? I don't get how that will make Mr. Mic have a happy birthday."

He cracked an eyelid to make sure she was settled and then shrugged. In his one hand he held a brightly colored strip of paper with neat writing on it which he handed to Toshinori. The tall man got up to place it back on the leafy branch beside another written in English.

"Trust me."

BONUS:

"What was <i>that</i> all about?" Elly asked breathlessly as she sat on the edge of Hizashi's Western-style bed. 

"Was all what about?" He'd pulled her to the safety of his room without thinking and though she appeared confortable he was a mess. She'd seen his suite in the city during group outings and parties but never where he slept. Since the dorm only had single rooms with a bath in each she was literally in his bedroom and the thought burned into his brain, flashing like a neon sign and distracting him from anything else. "Whuh - ah... hey, babygirl, yer comin' tonight, yeah?"

"It's your birthday. I'd never miss it." She patted the sheets with a sly grin. "Silk?"

"It's for my hair," he said absently while he searched his desk. "I don't think I hung that up yet. Where the hell did it go?"

"You didn't answer Eri."

"Sure I did!" Hizashi jolted upright, his necklaces jingling. 

"Were you going to ignore what you said and then not answer the other part?" She cocked her head up at him, eyes wide.

"No! Well, what I said, when I meant, I mean what I meant, I ..." He spluttered, stammering and slowly faltering to a stop. Hizashi sat on the bed next to her, his voice dropping lower than his usual tenor. "Okay, yeah. I've fallen in love with you. Was gonna tell you on a date if you said yes, someday, I don't know. I thought maybe after my birthday. But now, uh. I guess it's out." He rubbed nervously at the back of his neck.

"I'm so happy," she sighed, then added, "Despite the fact that it ruins the gift I was planning."

"Gift?"

She kissed him.

Hunger, 5

 Hizashi woke when he heard the toilet flushing in the bathroom. He glanced over at the large-numbered digital clock on the nightstand to see that only a half an hour or so had passed.

"Hey, beautiful," he crooned as Elly shuffled out yawning. She looked wonderful to him with her hair lightly disheveled and sleepy-eyed. Her light skin was flushed in a few places and he worried if he'd been too rough.

She gave him a sour look but smiled nonetheless. "I just looked in the mirror," she grunted, rubbing her face with a shaky hand. "I definitely don't look beautiful. Besides, it's only a matter of time before I'm a raging hormone monster again."

"Don't dis yourself," he reproached gently.

"Bad habit." She shrugged.

"Yeah, well. I think you're beautiful." He yanked the covers back, patting at his thighs. "C'mon over and sit on my lap, babygirl."

"I might be too heavy for that." She tentatively sat and he scooped her up in a big hug facing him.

"Nah, yer fine." He stroked her back and she sighed, then arched into the light caress. "See how nice this is?"

She shivered and kissed his neck. "How's this for nice?"

"Ahhh, you know my weak spots already." Hizashi rolled his head back, letting her lick and tease the skin around his Adam's apple and creeping towards his right ear. "So affectionate," he moaned, his fingers sliding down to grasp the base of her striped tail. "So ...so <i>damn</i>, baby, that feels good."

Elly nuzzled him when he rubbed the fur, stroking up the proper way. "Want you to feel good," she purred. "Love you."

"I love you, too." He tilted her chin up to face him for a kiss, long, slow and deep. "Mmmnnn, thank <i>fuck</i> I was too sexy for you to resist. Was it all the leather? Lotta chicks dig guys in leather."

She snorted laughter. "It looks uncomfortable more than anything."

"Do I look like a big ol' tasty cock -"

"<i>Hizashi!</i>"

"- atiel?" He finished with a sly grin. "You know, with my hair up? Kitties like birds, right -" The air whistled out of him as she pushed him, growling in mock anger.

"You've got a real dirty mouth on you when you're in the bedroom, Mr. Voice Hero."

"And you liiiike it," he sang, his smile showing all his teeth.

"I like <i>you</i>, you idiot. You could dress up as a big banana and I'd still think you were adorable." His answering grin grew ever wider, and she groaned. "Hizashi -"

"Okay, okay! No banana suits." She gave him a stern look and he giggled. "No banana <i>anything</i>, I promise."

"That's better." She kissed his nose. "I know you."

"Aw, that's the <i>friend</i> version. Better than most, but not everything. <i>Now</i> you get an <i>upgrade</i>, baby."

"Mnn." Elly nuzzled closer into his arms and he draped them loosely around her lower body, one hand still rubbing her back. "Is this upgrade for all of you? I mean - what I mean is, ahhhh. Shit." She buried her face in his neck, growling softly.

"Uh oh, you're getting hot again. Ask me quick."

"Yeah, about that. I want... mine. You're mine. I want all of you. Want. <i>Want</i>."

"I read some stuff that said you'd get possesive," he murmured. Then, louder, "it's okay. You've got me, I promise you that."

"...Mic?"

"Hmm?" Hizashi cocked his head to the side, puzzled for a moment. Then it dawned on him. "You want both of me." He scratched his head, patting the damp hair. "Uhhhh... except we didn't bring our hero outfits. You can call me Mic if ya want, though."

She nodded so hard he caught her head in his hands. "Whoa! Yer gonna get whiplash, babygirl. Okay." They swapped positions and he crawled on top of her, naked but different, his attitude amped up as Present Mic. "Hey, pretty kitty. I hear you requested a special setlist? One to <i>rock yer world</i>."

She shivered all over and reached for him, swallowing hard when he deliberately loomed over her, grinning in a demented way with one eye squinted over a raised eyebrow.

"<i>Mic</i>." She moaned the name so urgently he blinked.

"Damn. I was kinda joking before, but my persona really <i>does</i> turn you on, doesn't it?"

"And the outfit's so tight," Elly sighed as she squeezed his rear in one hand, picturing all that leather in her mind.

"That's <i>really</i> hot," he groaned. "Now that I know you were staring at my ass it's gonna be hard to think of anything else at work."

"Not just ass," she husked, licking her lips with her gaze dropping.

"Ohmigod," he wheezed, clutching dramatically at his heart. "You're tellin' me you - you fantasized about my <i>dick</i>? Are you serious right now?! I swear any minute I'm gonna wake up, this can't be real. <i>I'm living a horny teenager's fantasy</i>!"

"Ugh."

"Yeah, fair, but I'm not a kid any more and look at you, nearly passin' out at the thought that this is gonna be in you." He rubbed the firm length on her inner thigh and she shuddered all over with pleasure. "Yeahhhh, you like?"

"Take me, Present Mic," she moaned, her eyes half-lidded and heavy. "<i>Breed me</i>, Voice Hero."

"Whhhhhhoa!" His eyes widened, huge and shocked.

She whimpered and bit her lip shut, shaking her head. Her expression and the thin cry that forced its way out of her throat was an obvious apology.

"No, no! It's okay. Sorry, I was just, uh... don't be scared. Tell Mic the truth, <i>honey</i>." He stressed the last word in English and she melted. "You want my baby, yeah?"

She slowly nodded, fearful of making him upset. But Hizashi only stroked her cheek with the back of one hand. He reminded himself this was what her hormones wanted and that deep down, she knew better. He was supposed to satisfy these cravings and cater to them, not upset her. It's not that he didn't want kids, and he <i>did</i> dream about having them with her, but not, you know, immediately.

He could play into the fantasy for her benefit.

"Lay back," he told her while pushing firmly down so she wouldn't struggle and strain herself. "Lay back and let Mic make you a mommy."

Elly inhaled so sharply he worried for a moment but her ears stayed calmly at the sides of her head. Hizashi smiled, kissed her briefly on the forehead and began.

He could tell he wasn't going to come this time but the sex was still pleasant enough for him to respond to it with low pants and cries. Hers were significantly louder, however, and when he felt her tightening around him he dropped one hand to her hip, slapping lightly to make sure she felt it. "That's it," he groaned when she cried out. "<i>Louder</i>, baby. If you get nice an' <i>loud</i> I'll give you an extra treat."

Hizashi waited until she screamed his hero name in ecstacy before biting the mark he'd made on her neck earlier. Her screams dissolved into a babbling gush of praise, her body shaking underneath him. It was strange to not have one himself, but he'd rather skip a few than get injured.

She was still breathing hard after her eyes opened again, and when their eyes met he saw she was frightened.

"Still?" He asked in a soft voice filled with awe, and, when she nodded, he took a deep breath. "You're okay, we knew this might happen. Let's go to the bathroom again - I've got an idea."

Hunger, 4

 Elly was exhausted afterwards. She couldn't even cling to him like she wanted, her arms dropping to the bed at the slightest movement. Hizashi wiped her sweaty cheeks and leaned over to dangle off the bed for a moment. Ordinarily she would have teased him about his bare ass wiggling comically around as he crawled, but all she managed was a weak chuckle. There was a mini fridge beside them under a nightstand, and he opened it to find energy drinks and bottled water.

"Sorry 'bout mooning you there, but you'd have seen my scrawny ass up close soon anyway." He unscrewed a water and handed it to her. "Drink a little for me?"

"Mmn." She sipped until it was half empty and he drank the rest. 

Hizashi ran a hand through his ponytail and winced at the sticky feel. "I think it might be a good idea to freshen up, too."

"'Kay." She blinked owlishly up at him when he stood, stretching. He carried her in his arms again, though the room had a wheelchair he could use. Elly noticed this and smiled. 

"All righty - uh, okay. You can sit here." He placed her on the wide edge of the tub and drew the shower curtain back to turn the water on.

"Ouch." Elly squirmed uncomfortably, not wanting to fall.

"Hmm? Whoops, sorry." He helped her uncurl her tail out from under her leg. He seemed distracted for a while, his normal flow of almost constant dialogue away dying down as he scurried about setting the warmth and grabbing toiletries for them.

Elly let her face rest on his hip as he turned back towards her. "Y'okay?" It was a question and he understood immediately. Although too tired to form complete sentences she was still worried about him.

"Heyyyyy." He rubbed her furry ears which had drooped in concern. "Of course I'm okay!"

She snorted, unconvinced. "Zashi."

"All right, um. I've never had a dry orgasm, that's all. It was... different. Not bad," he rushed on to reassure her when she frowned. "It wasn't painful or anything!"

"Oh." The ears didn't move and he bent this time to look into her eyes.

"Our first time was <i>very</i> good for me, baby."

"Oh!" She brightened considerably, her ears perking back up. 

Hizashi chuckled. "You shouldn't be worrying about that," he scolded gently. "Let yourself go, Ches. I mean it. I <i>want</i> to take care of you. Be greedy. Ask for things whenever you want."

She thought for a moment. "Kiss?"

He cupped her chin in his palm and kissed her, a sweet, short kiss that ended up with both of them smiling in a goofy manner at each other. "Man, I think I'm just as addicted to you right now, you know?"

"Good."

"More like <i>awesome</i>," he sang out, enthusiastically adding the last word in English and wiggling his eyebrows at her. He paused for a moment, then gestured grandly at the running water. "And the shower is ready for you, beautiful lady."

Inside the shower Hizashi had to support her often, but it was built for this and had railings and seats inside so it wasn't as much of a hazard with the slippery conditions. He lathered up as fast as he could so he could help her finish what she couldn't reach. The smell of calming lavender soap filled the stall as he rubbed her skin, massaging tired muscles she'd been tensing for hours. 

"Feel better, babe?" He trained the showerhead on her back, rinsing the bubbles away. "Aww, cute. I guess purring means yes."

"Mm hmm."

"We're clean, get ya dried off next and do my hair, then we can relax for a bit." He shook out a big, fluffy cloth rectangle out for her to step into and started with her own shorter purple tresses.

"M'tired," she sighed wistfully after a few minutes, staring at the bed in the other room with undisguised longing. 

Hizashi nodded. "Yeah, me too." He finished towelling her dry and bent to plant a kiss on her nose. "You <i>really</i> don't wanna sleep next to all this wet hair of mine, though. Trust me. Gimme a few minutes an' I'll tuck you in." He snapped his fingers as he stood. "Gotta get my hair dryer."

"They prolly have one."

"Yeah, but mine's better."

She shrugged and watched him while he dried his huge mass of hair. It was interesting to see it turn a lighter color as it dried and began to fluff out. "Pretty," she murmured to herself.

"What's up?" Hizashi snapped the dryer off and ran a hand through before producing a comb from somewhere. He combed and pulled it back into another loose ponytail. 

"Nothin'."

"Oh. Well, in that case, d'ya wanna sleep naked? Or we could wear these robes they gave - oh." He laughed when she hugged him close, rubbing her cheek on his belly. "Naked it is, then."

"Uh huh." This time she stumbled forward when he reached over to get something off the counter, walking on her own willpower. She was determined to reach the safe haven of the bed. It looked terribly inviting and she almost made it before stumbling forward with an irritated huff. 

"Gotcha." Hizashi caught her, swinging her onto the mattress in a single movement. "Don't push yourself, babygirl."

"Meh." 

"I know, I know." He giggled and climbed in beside her, pulling the sheets up on top of them. She immediately curled into position with him as the big spoon, making him smile. "There, snuggle up and we can have a nap." He yawned hugely, reaching around to drape his arm protectively around her waist. "Wake me if you need anything, okay?"

Elly mumbled something in agreement and lay there listening to him rumbling softly behind her until she, too, drifted off.

Elly was exhausted afterwards. She couldn't even cling to him like she wanted, her arms dropping to the bed at the slightest movement. Hizashi wiped her sweaty cheeks and leaned over to dangle off the bed for a moment. Ordinarily she would have teased him about his bare ass wiggling comically around as he crawled, but all she managed was a weak chuckle. There was a mini fridge beside them under a nightstand, and he opened it to find energy drinks and bottled water.

"Sorry 'bout mooning you there, but you'd have seen my scrawny ass up close soon anyway."  He unscrewed a water and handed it to her. "Drink a little for me?"

"Mmn." She sipped until it was half empty and he drank the rest.

Hizashi ran a hand through his ponytail and winced at the sticky feel. "I think it might be a good idea to freshen up, too."

"'Kay." She blinked owlishly up at him when he stood, stretching. He carried her in his arms again, though the room had a wheelchair he could use. Elly noticed this and smiled.

"All righty - uh, okay. You can sit here." He placed her on the wide edge of the tub and drew the shower curtain back to turn the water on.

"Ouch." Elly squirmed uncomfortably, not wanting to fall.

"Hmm? Whoops, sorry." He helped her uncurl her tail out from under her leg. He seemed distracted for a while, his normal flow of almost constant dialogue away dying down as he scurried about setting the warmth and grabbing toiletries for them.

Elly let her face rest on his hip as he turned back towards her. "Y'okay?" It was a question and he understood immediately. Although too tired to form complete sentences she was still worried about him.

"Heyyyyy." He rubbed her furry ears which had drooped in concern. "Of course I'm okay!"

She snorted, unconvinced. "Zashi."

"All right, um. I've never had a dry orgasm, that's all. It was... different. Not bad," he rushed on to reassure her when she frowned. "It wasn't painful or anything!"

"Oh." The ears didn't move and he bent this time to look into her eyes.

"Our first time was <i>very</i> good for me, baby."

"Oh!" She brightened considerably, her ears perking back up.

Hizashi chuckled. "You shouldn't be worrying about that," he scolded gently. "Let yourself go, Ches. I mean it. I <i>want</i> to take care of you. Be greedy. Ask for things whenever you want."

She thought for a moment. "Kiss?"

He cupped her chin in his palm and kissed her, a sweet, short kiss that ended up with both of them smiling in a goofy manner at each other. "Man, I think I'm just as addicted to you right now, you know?"

"Good."

"More like <i>awesome</i>," he sang out, enthusiastically adding the last word in English and wiggling his eyebrows at her. He paused for a moment, then gestured grandly at the running water. "And the shower is ready for you, beautiful lady."

Inside the shower Hizashi had to support her often, but it was built for this and had railings and seats inside so it wasn't as much of a hazard with the slippery conditions. He lathered up as fast as he could so he could help her finish what she couldn't reach. The smell of calming lavender soap filled the stall as he rubbed her skin, massaging tired muscles she'd been tensing for hours.

"Feel better, babe?" He trained the showerhead on her back, rinsing the bubbles away. "Aww, cute. I guess purring means yes."

"Mm hmm."

"We're clean, get ya dried off next and do my hair, then we can relax for a bit." He shook out a big, fluffy cloth rectangle out for her to step into and started with her own shorter purple tresses.

"M'tired," she sighed wistfully after a few minutes, staring at the bed in the other room with undisguised longing.

Hizashi nodded. "Yeah, me too." He finished towelling her dry and bent to plant a kiss on her nose. "You <i>really</i> don't wanna sleep next to all this wet hair of mine, though. Trust me. Gimme a few minutes an' I'll tuck you in." He snapped his fingers as he stood. "Gotta get my hair dryer."

"They prolly have one."

"Yeah, but mine's better."

She shrugged and watched him while he dried his huge mass of hair. It was interesting to see it turn a lighter color as it dried and began to fluff out. "Pretty," she murmured to herself.

"What's up?" Hizashi snapped the dryer off and ran a hand through before producing a comb from somewhere. He combed and pulled it back into another loose ponytail.

"Nothin'."

"Oh. Well, in that case, d'ya wanna sleep naked? Or we could wear these robes they gave - oh." He laughed when she hugged him close, rubbing her cheek on his belly. "Naked it is, then."

"Uh huh." This time she stumbled forward when he reached over to get something off the counter, walking on her own willpower. She was determined to reach the safe haven of the bed. It looked terribly inviting and she almost made it before stumbling forward with an irritated huff.

"Gotcha." Hizashi caught her, swinging her onto the mattress in a single movement. "Don't push yourself, babygirl."

"Meh."

"I know, I know." He giggled and climbed in beside her, pulling the sheets up on top of them. She immediately curled into position with him as the big spoon, making him smile. "There, snuggle up and we can have a nap." He yawned hugely, reaching around to drape his arm protectively around her waist. "Wake me if you need anything, okay?"

Elly mumbled something in agreement and lay there listening to him rumbling softly behind her until she, too, drifted off.

Hunger, 3

 He tried to drive carefully but Hizashi did admit to himself later that he probably took a few chances he shouldn't have onnthe way to the Mating Center. Chiyo had given him directions since Elly had been going already for some time. He also didn't dwell too much about this information until they were in a room being seen by a specialist.

The man was small and quick - a rabbit-headed anthro that wasn't effected by feline heats but could still very much appreciate the driving need for sex in animal-human hybrids. 

He checked a tablet he held in one hand and nodded. "We have to move fast - according to her records, she's had many already. Multiple heats can be incredibly painful."

Hizashi whimpered but said nothing, only tightened his grip on her for a moment. She groaned loudly as the doctor checked her pulse and ran a few minor physical tests. 

"We didn't wait too long, did we, doc?" Hizashi's face twisted with worry. "I wasn't sure, but then she said we had to come here."

"No... no. She's far along, but fine." He stood and addressed the blond-haired man with a keen eye. "It's <i>you</i> I'm more concerned about. Sit."

"What? Why?"

"Yamada Hizashi... a.k.a Present Mic. The Voice Hero." He raised a bushy eyebrow as the hero shrugged. 

"Uh huh."

"You took a dampener already, yes? You sound strained."

He nodded. "Yeah. Pro strength; it should last a few hours. No shouting for me."

"We won't administer another yet, then. You <i>do</i> need another type of restraining medicine, however." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a pre-filled syringe. "You signed the paperwork but I doubt you read it all due to the hasty nature of your entrance. Did you notice the section on male orgasms?"

Hizashi coughed lightly. "I read enough to see that you gotta stop some, otherwise, uh, it's bad. I don't know how you can, though..?"

The doctor held up the needle. "Quirk infused medicine, like your dampener. You'll have dry orgasms until it wears off." He flicked it once, then administered the shot in Hizashi's hastily offered arm. "Otherwise you'd hurt yourself. Be careful and aware - if, at any point, you see blood in your semen, notify us straight away."

"Does that happen?!" He sounded horrified and Elly fussed a little, reaching blindly out for him in concern. 

"Zashi..?"

"Sorry. M'okay, babe." He took her hand in his and squeezed it.

"It would definitely happen <i>without</i> the shot. With it now, you should be fine. Just be alert. The medicine has the added effect of upping your own libido as well, so your turn around time will be faster. Think back to when you were a teenager, for instance. You'll be able to easily keep up with her."

"Uh huh."

"Ready?"

"I - I guess." He picked her up and the furry-headed man smiled. 

"Don't worry. You're both in good hands. We've done this countless times before and our staff is discreet."

"Thanks."

"We're putting you in one of our more heavily soundproofed rooms. Ito? <i>Ito!</i> There he is. Take this couple to B-3, yes? Thank you."

"Thanks again," Hizashi called out before dashing after the nurse that appeared. 

It was a bit of a walk to their rooms although they hurried. Ito had a mass of tentacles below a white lab coat and his fingers ended in long, green tendrils as well. These undulated restlessly as they made their way down the halls, passing fewer people as they neared the patients' wing. Once inside the man sighed and glanced around to make sure they were alone. 

"I'm glad she finally came here with someone," Ito told him confidentially, dropping his voice low just in case. "She's been having heats for months now, and they get worse every time she's not mated." He cleared his throat then, gesturing at the door in front of them. "All righty." The nurse tucked the tablet away as Hizashi carried her inside. "Your medicine should be kicking in and this suite has everything you two need. If you want anything or have questions, use the panel over here by the door. We'll buzz the intercom here if we need to administer medicine or are delivering stuff. Okay?"

"Thanks, man." He flashed the guy a full-on Present Mic smile and he seemed relieved. 

"No problem. Good luck."

The door latched shut behind them and Hizashi took a deep breath before poking his head in the back rooms. One was a gigantic bathroom set with a double wide shower, seats included set into the wall and a handheld showerhead. There was a huge whirlpool tub as well and lots of towels stacked up on the counter. He passed this into the other room which had the bed. It was king-sized and looked comfortable and brand new.

"There we go," he sighed as he hefted her up onto the plain cotton sheets. Elly winced, clutching her lower stomach for a moment, and he blinked as he recalled what everyone had been telling him. "So you've been having these by yourself. You've been here before. You - you, but they both said - an' Chiyo, too -- how painful it... is..." He trailed off when she let out a needy whimper. 

"Please."

"Yeah." Hizashi pulled his shirt over his head, modulating his voice very carefully as he spoke. Gentle and honey-smooth, it flowed over her as he stripped. "Yeah, no more fussin', baby. You're not alone anymore; I've <i>got</i> you." He reached for her, soothing her while her clothing was removed with loving hands. When she was finally nude she started squirming, twisting the sheets underneath as she writhed uncontrollably. 

Hizashi put a stop to this by simply laying on her. "It's okay," he crooned, kissing the mark on her neck. She grew still with a gasp and he kissed her again before shifting his weight around. "Wrap your arms an' legs around me, okay? <i>There</i> you go. H - hold me." He drew in a shaky breath. Having her this close at last while she trembled, frightened by the intensity of her needs but <i>trusting</i> him was almost too much. This was having an effect on him as well.

"<i>There</i>."

He thrust carefully, moving slow until he bottomed out and their bellies were touching. "Oh, babe..." He closed his eyes, mouth parted while straining to control himself. "Fffff<i>uck</i>."

"Yes!"

He laughed despite himself. "Okay, okay."

Hizashi knew sex was different when you were in love. He'd never been this committed, however, this <i>certain</i>, of his partner being the one he wanted forever. It shocked him as he moved to a steady beat, thrusting as evenly as he could while his brain struggled to make sense of the overload of stimuli. 

He gave up as his inevitable orgasm began crushing him, the familiar pressure mounting as he neared release. 

"You close, baby?" He shuddered and dropped his head to hers, trying to read the pleasured contortions of her face. When that didn't work he tried another tactic. "C'mon, sweet listener, come for Present Mic."

She twitched, startled, and then froze for a moment. "H - Hih... oh god, <i>Mic</i>!"

Hizashi cried out as her body tightened around him. "Oh shit, me too!"

Hunger, 2

 Hizashi took her to his home in heart of the city - a huge floor above the agency he and Aizawa worked out of. He parked in the underground garage and tried to move as quickly as possible so no one would notice. It was the most secure place but not the best for privacy, as he had to carry her past a few people coming to work. Thankfully no one said anything although he could feel the weight of their stares as he made his way to the elevator.

<i>Might have to question a few people tommorow if photos get leaked</i>, he thought, distracted, as he pressed the number to his floor. Once inside he went directly to the bedroom and sat her on a comfortable chair. 

"Just a minute, okay? I gotta get the bed ready." He dug around in a nearby cabinet and tossed a pair of sheets on the night stand.

Elly stared at him for a moment with hooded eyes, watching him carefully as he ripped the top layer off the bed and started tucking in a new one. And then, as he bent to throw another blanket on, she hesitantly moved towards him.

"Not yet," he snapped. She blinked at him, startled. Her eyes narrowed and she reached for him again. "<i>Not yet</i>. You need to wait. I'm more than happy to fuck you silly, but at least let me change the bed sheets. I sleep on silk, and we'd definitely ruin 'em with, ah, assorted bodily fluids."

She sat back, her tail whipping around in agitation. "Ugh."

"Sorry." He smoothed the sheets one more time and looked back over his shoulder, his expression softening. "That wasn't very cool of me to lose it like that. Plus it ain't your fault." Hizashi sat and rested his elbows on his knees, slowly sinking his face in his hands. "I just don't know why you chose <i>me</i>," he groaned. "I've been too <i>busy</i> to <i>get busy</i>, babe."

She gave him a puzzled look. "You mean..?"

"I'm not very experienced," he clarified flatly, sitting up.

She stayed still, though her ears slowly laid back.

"It sucks to hafta admit this, but I haven't even had sex in a couple years." He scratched the back of his neck where wispy blond hairs feathered down to tickle. "Two years and six months, to be more exact."

Elly's expression grew conflicted. He saw something like shock flicker in her dark, purple eyes and then sadness and resignation. "Oh."

"Jealous? I mean, ya didn't expect a thirty-year-old virgin, right?" He arched an eyebrow curiously, surprised when she nodded in a grudging manner. "Hey, that's super flattering. C'mere." He patted the bed invitingly but she remained where she was. 

"What's wrong, babe?"

"I need -" She shook her head and tried again, her voice strained, "Zashi, I <i>want</i> you."

"That's why we're here!" He gestured grandly around them. "I want you, too, yeah? Why're you suddenly shy?"

"I can see clearly, now," she muttered to herself, rubbing at her eyes. "I should've recognized the warning signs and stayed away."

"Uh..."

"It hurts. Sorry, but this is so hard -" Elly took a very long, deep breath and forced herself to look directly into his eyes. "Hizashi," she said quietly, "If you're not in love with me, drop me off at the center. Please. My want for you goes deeper than just sex."

He blinked at her, struggling to think past the scrambled thoughts and emotions rushing to the surface.

<i>Love. Of course. But - how can she think I don't</i>love <i>her</i>?!

Hizashi Yamada was a clever man, but he'd never seen this coming. They'd spent a year working together, and, unlike how he treated his other colleagues, he crammed extra time into an already tight schedule to see her. Lunches and hurried breakfasts together, dinners even when they were working late. And there was more, for he'd gone to counseling sessions that he admittedly needed but never bothered with until she came along. They also enjoyed casual, fun nights out with the other teachers where he sometimes forgot to mention no one else was coming so they could be alone... sure, they weren't together all the time, but he made certain he was with her every chance he got.

"I thought you knew how I felt," he said simply.

"Wh - what?"

"I thought you knew." He shrugged and smiled at her, a hint of exasperation showing in his tightly drawn eyebrows. 

"I knew we were friends -"

"Only thing I didn't do was yell it from the rooftops, baby."

"I can see why <i>you</i> wouldn't do that." She got up and sat on the bed, though her body language showed she was tense.

His smile grew mischevious, and he stood up and walked over to the patio doors that led to a small balcony outside. A quick click to unlock and glide of the heavy door was all it took for him to lean out into the bright, sunny afternoon. Plenty of people were milling around on the streets below the agency, as this was an active neighborhood, and the businesses around them and across the street were full. 

"<i>Hey hey, you ready to hear some big news, listeners</i>!?" He waited a fraction of a second before taking a deep breath to use a voice that could be heard across the neighborhood but carefully modulated so as to not be disruptive. "<b><i>I'M IN LOVE WITH CHESHIRE</i></b>!"

She sat there, stunned into insensibility with her eyes wider than wide. "<i>Hizashi</i>!"

"What?" He waved at the people who stopped to clap or cheer, grinning hugely. "I'm proud of the choices I made in my life and <i>you're</i> -" He pointed at her nose, wiggling his finger and grinning like a madman, "one of the best."

"No one's ever done anything like that for me before," Elly said slowly. She watched him with a puzzled frown. "You - you really <i>want</i> people to know we're together?"

"Sure, babe." Hizashi sat beside her, his features mirroring hers in confusion. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know," she murmured. "I guess... no, later. I - I trust you. I'm scared, but I know you're telling the truth."

"Scared?" He framed the word as a question, not really getting it.

"I love you so much it hurts," she said with a little shrug. "And, uh, speaking of hurt, I'm starting to cramp up. I think it's wearing off."

"Chiyo said once I make a move, you'll lose your inhibitions again." He paused to lay a hand over his heart. "I understand you're scared, but is it okay? Are you ready, babygirl? I promise I'll do my best to take care of you."

Elly swallowed very deliberately, concentrating on her breathing before looking him in the eyes. "Yes. I want this. You."

"A'ight, then." He took a deep breath and reached out, cupping her chin in one gloved hand. "Hang on, 'cause I'm about to rock your world."

She giggled despite her nerves. "Hizash -"

He moved swiftly, cutting her off with a quick but gentle brush on her lips. When it was received with a sigh and arms sliding around his neck he pressed longer, then harder, faster until they were kissing deeply and passionately.

"Yes... Zashi yes, mnn, <i>yes</i>."

"Holy shit, babe," he gasped, parting slightly to whisper in awe. "These're just <i>kisses</i>. How wrecked are ya gonna be when my mouth is busy someplace else, hmm?" He trailed lower, nibbling gently along her jawline as he continued. "Like your neck? All <i>kinds</i> of stories told about how sensitive that gets. That true?"

Her breathing heavy, she nodded and turned in response to grant him access. Hizashi saw a blotchy, red patch on the pale skin and kissed it lightly.

Though warned, he was unprepared for her reaction. One hand tugged hard on the long leather collar of his jacket, pulling him closer. The other caressed the back of his neck, urging him on. The act of giving herself to him so completely was ecstacy and she grew limp in his arms, eyelids fluttering as he kissed her cheeks and mouth, lips trailing back to the blush on her neck again.

"<i>Bite</i>," she pleaded in a thick, syrupy voice. 

"That's what you need, hmm? You want my mark on you?" He pressed his teeth on the spot and she shuddered violently. "How hard, lover?"

"Don't," she took a quick, tearing gasp, "know."

"Right," he murmured. "You're mine, yeah? That's what this is all about?"

"Yes."

"Am - am I your first marking?"

"<i>Yes.</i>" 

Hizashi groaned, his eyes squeezing tight. "Sh - shit. My special, my only babygirl."

"<i>Yes</i>!" The bite was minimal but served its purpose; she trembled all over underneath him as he bent over her on the bed, teeth sank lightly into her skin. The mark darkened where his teeth touched but the rest of the blush faded away, leaving an imprint he knew was traceable back to him. Hizashi murmured softly and kissed her, nuzzling with affection. 

"It's done," he cooed in a soothing tone. "I hope it was good for you, babe."

She nodded in a daze. "Want..." Elly trailed off, whimpering and upset she couldn't communicate properly. "Zashi..."

He ran a hand through his hair, bringing some of it down, and watched her try for a few minutes before stepping in. "Lemme guess. You're a fidgety, clingy mess - grabbing at me with yer arms 'n legs..." He whistled lightly when she dug at his back, tearing at his jacket. "Hmm! I'm not <i>naked</i> enough? Takin' a little too long for you?"

"Off," she growled, irritated she couldn't touch skin. 

Hizashi laughed and sat up, tossing the coat easily and smirking as he grabbed the bottom of his white t-shirt. He tugged where it was tucked into his leather pants, revealing a creamy strip of skin. She lay there, her eyes locked onto him, while he smoothly pulled it over his head and arms. More of his hair fell down around him as he did and he absently ran his fingers through as he reached on the night table for a band to tie it back.

He worked out, of course, as most heroes did. It was a necessity they be in prime physical condition for the job. Hizashi wasn't built like a weightlifter, but he had firmly defined muscles that protruded enough to be impressive. His costume was bulky and hid this, with the top loose and tighter clothing black, giving him a more lanky appearance to most people.

But Elly knew.

She'd seen him with just a shirt quite a few times, even though he dressed in layers even when casual. His shoulders and the way the shirts rode tight across his chest had been a giveaway, and she had been right. 

What she <i>hadn't</i> known was how much body hair he would have, and ended up pleasantly surprised. Between the rounded pectorals lay a fuzzy, small mat of gold, slightly darker against the pale skin. As her gaze wandered, she saw more, a light dusting that began at his navel and trailed down into his pants. 

Her breathing grew rougher and she swallowed hard once. She said the only thing that came to mind, that everything about the moment and him was -

"Perfect."

He actually blushed; a burn that started at his ears and crept down his cheeks to his neck. "Aww, no way."

"<i>Yes.</i>"

"Well I guess you got a strong opinion - hey, whoo!" He sucked in a huge gasp as her hands began to grope him. "Okay, yeah, I get it. Yer not lyin', ohhh. Oh god. Fuck, yeah, <i>feel me up</i>." He moaned as she continued her exploration of his body, entranced by his scent and starting to lick and kiss as well as touch. He yelped once when she bit down on a nipple, but after that she was considerably gentler. 

Elly was intoxicated; she could have easily gotten drunk on his smell and taste alone. The cocktail of hormones inside her had a lot to do with getting her into this situation, but she knew she would have felt the same being this close in the end. Nothing mattered but <i>Hizashi</i> and her love and desire for him. She became far bolder in heat than she might have been for their first time, and he writhed and whined under the onslaught of affection.

He was, well - loud.

And maybe that wasn't the best way to describe it, but rather <i>talkative</i>, though he did rattle the windowpanes a few times early on. 

"H - huh - <i>holy shit</i>!" He exclaimed in English when her hands cupped the bulge in his tight leather pants. "I can't - I'm gonna come in my pants like a kid, wait!"

Amazingly this got through to her and she fell back, panting with her hair mussed and her eyes half-lidded. "Kiss me," she begged, and he was happy to comply. However inexperienced he claimed to be Hizashi was an excellent kisser and she was lost within seconds. He parted at last with a satisfied hum, caressing her cheeks with his palms. The leather hindered his feeling her skin and he nodded to himself.

"Gotta get rid of these gloves," he muttered, nipping the material with his teeth. "Gloves, glasses an' pants. Then <i>you're</i> next." The first two were easy but it took awhile for the last. The pants were tight and she watched, amazed, as he peeled them off like shedding a second skin. His lower half was rather impeccably groomed, but at the moment all she was focused on was his sex. He was on the long side, fairly large but slender with his erection curling up towards his belly in the most photogenic manner. She wildly thought of some classical sculptures she'd seen before she was brought back to reality by him swearing faintly at a packet of pills. Elly touched the box beside them and he shrugged. 

"Quirk dampener. I doubt I've got the restraint to be quiet an' I don't wanna blow out your eardrums." Hizashi paused, scratching his chest absently while he thought. "Uh... I'm not sure, but do we hafta do this without condoms? <i>I'll wear 'em if you want me to, I swear</i>," he rushed out as fast as he could. "I'm not that kind of ass."

"S'okay," she muttered, shivering at the thought of him losing control. "We're both clean."

"Good," he whispered in a low, sultry voice. "Then the dampener's all the protection you're gettin', babygirl. I'll fuck you raw until you're full of me."

His choice of words, however, had an unexpecred effect on Elly. Her entire body jerked and she hissed sharply. "Wait!"

Hizashi swore as he threw himself to the side, pulling a calf muscle in the process. "Ches? Oh no. <i>No no no no no</i>..." He stroked her cheek, hazel eyes filled with worry. "You okay? What d'ya need?"

"Need," she ground out between clenched teeth. "Need..."

"Mating center?" Hizashi dropped his hand to massage his leg with a grimace, struggling to work out the cramp as fast as possible.

"Yes." She nodded and then flopped on the bed face down, the effort to communicate so difficult it drained her for a moment. 

"Okay, yeah." He got up and yanked a pair of sweatpants on, rushing to grab his overnight bag. A check of texts on his phone showed Aizawa had thoughtfully dropped one off for her sometime during their frantic lovemaking. "Clothes, clothes..." Hizashi popped the front door, grabbed it and dug through the bag, dressing her much the same. As he was pulling the shirt over her head Elly batted his arm weakly.

"Zashi."

"What ya need? Oh!" She licked the underside of his wrist, staring at him with pleading eyes. "I'll kiss ya in the elevator. We gotta go, yo. The docs will know what to do." He shrugged the two bags onto each shoulder and picked her up since she was weaving unsteadily on her feet. Once inside the elevator, Hizashi pushed a button as she clung drunkenly on him, pawing at his chest.

A couple minutes later the doors opened and they didn't notice at first, mouths and hands far too busy to care about anything other than the exploration of each others' bodies. It wasn't until a loud cough broke the silence that they paused for a moment to face the open doors.

They were at the wrong floor.

It was <i>not</i> the garage.

They were at the <i>work</i> floor this time.

Employees stared at them in various stages of shock, hands held loosely with coffee cups dripping onto the floor and papers scattered they'd dropped. One even had a donut hanging from his mouth mid-bite.

Hizashi's glasses slipped, his eyes wide under the lenses with a blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. "Fuck," he muttered crossly.