Hizashi/Els
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"Zashhhi..." Elly rolled over on the bed. "Where'd you go?"
"M'comin'." The sound of slippered feet shuffled across the floor, and he fell beside her once more. "Had to pee."
"Ughh. I'm cold." She flicked her tail towards his location, too tired to do much else. Her purple hair was frizzed out in all directions with her face stuffed into her pillow as she groaned.
"I'm hot." He sniffed, then dragged himself over to her. "Hey."
"Mwha?" She sighed in relief as he threw a sweaty arm over her back. "You really are warm."
"Uh huh." He crawled closer, getting tangled in the sheets and swearing a little. Elly also rolled closer until they were snuggled tight. "Maybe we should get up for a little while."
"Couch? Snacks, tea and a crappy monster movie?"
"Mmm. Perfect. How do you know what's perfect alla' time." He sneezed softly.
"Aw, sweetie. You're burning up." She lightly stroked his forehead, momentarily forgetting her own aches as she felt his massively radiating heat. "Bathroom first. Gonna check your temperature."
Hizashi didn't argue; he knew better. He let her gently usher him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid while she dug around in the cabinet for the thermometer.
"Open."
"Mleh." The end was popped into his mouth. Elly leaned on the sink, yawning.
"If I wasn't so tired from trying to beat this damn thing, it wouldn't be so bad anymore. My nose is still stuffy, but that's kind of it." She turned and washed her face with cold water until the beep indicated he was ready.
"Ah, crap."
"Bad?" She looked over at his flushed face, concerned.
"Yeahhhh, well s'not too great. Nothing to worry about, though. Just a few over normal."
"100 degrees? Still a fever. You're taking some medicine to lower that, buddy."
"Awwww." He slumped in his worn shirt and sweatpants, hanging his head. The messy ponytail he had managed earlier had come partially undone and two hanks of blond hair tickled his cheeks. He tucked them behind his ears with a grimace. "Not that orange shit, babe..."
"Yes, the orange shit." She pulled a bottle out of the cabinet after putting the thermometer back. Unfortunately she choked a little on some sinus blockage, which started a coughing attack at that moment.
"Crap!" He jumped up and supported her while she wheezed for breath. "You take some, too."
"Nah." Elly gasped, sighing as the tickle in her chest died down.
"No fair," Hizashi whined, burrowing his hot face in her back. "I want you better. I hate seeing you sick."
"No, sweetie - I just meant I get the green. Yours is orange."
"Oh."
She held out the cup filled with appropriately colored syrup. He grimaced, but she tweaked his mustache with one hand and smiled. "I'll make one of those horrible cake-in-a-mug things for you if you're a good boy and take it."
His eyes lit up. "What? I thought you hated those things. Did you buy more?!"
"You love them, so..." She shrugged. "I bought some for special occasions."
He eagerly downed the little orange shot. "Yuck. Uh. Do you have ..."
"Your fave? Duh, strawberry."
"Yee!"
She sighed, smiling, and took her dosage as well. "Hope this works. It would be nice to have two nostrils working again."
"I'm'a get stuff from the bedroom for the couch. You got any requests for the movie?"
"Nah, it's your turn to pick anyway."
She really did think the mug cake was ridiculous, but it made him so happy. She set it in the microwave while he dumped pillows and blankets on the couch and picked a movie for them to watch. She also made tea with honey and set it all on a tray to bring to the living room.
"I almost forgot," he grinned at her when she approached, sneezing off to the side to avoid spraying the tray.
"Mmm?"
"I broughtcha' surprise." He dug around under the fuzzy blankets and brought out a ridiculously adorable cockatiel plush, complete with his signature glasses and Hage headphones. Elly put the tray carefully on the table, her ears flicking and her purple eyes impossibly wide.
"Where did you get him!?" She squealed in delight, holding the bird up so she could get a good look at him.
"Oh, I he was a prototype from merch at the station. I thought you might want him, plus he's got them heating things - seeds or somethin' -- inside. Nuke him for half a minute, then put him on your neck or wherever."
"Zashi, this is <i>so cute!</i>" She gave him a hug, mashing the stuffed animal between them. "I love him. And you." She kissed him on the nose.
"Heh. I was gonna wait, but with this cold and all, you needed some extra warm cuddles."
"Too tired now to go back." She crawled under the blanket with him as he helped himself to his treat. "I'll warm him up later." She stuck him beside her, making sure he was facing the television.
"What's his name?"
Elly didn't even pause to think. "Michael."
He sprayed strawberry cake crumbs all over the remote when he laughed.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2019
The Scare
Hizashi/Els
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Mic leaned down and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead. "Hey, princess. Wanna get lunch?" A few students nearby hooted at them and he pointed but stayed where he was with one arm wrapped around her waist.
Elly leaned into his embrace, snuggling under his neck gear. "I don't feel well today, Mikey. I don't know if I'm coming down with something or what..." She groaned. "I'm kind of hungry but I'm so nauseous."
The Voice Hero showed immediate concern, his brows drawing together tightly. "Hey, weren't you sick a few days ago, too?"
"Yeah." She burped, daintily covering her mouth. "I woke up and just felt really..."
He had gone quite a few shades paler than normal as she rambled on. "Ohmigod."
"...really shitty, and I ended up having to eat breakfast sooner. I think I was just hungry that d - hey! What's going on? Where are we going?"
"We need to buy something. "
"I told you, I'm not sure I can eat anyth-"
"No food. Not yet." He held her hand as they speed-walked out of the school.
Of course, he hadn't realized the ramifications of buying what they needed in full hero costume. He stopped half way into the health section of the mini mart and choked.
"What is it?"
"We can't just..." He swore under his breath. "Screw it. If someone wants to make a big deal out of this, they can go for it." He grabbed the first pregnancy test he saw as her eyes widened.
"<i>That's</i> what you think?"
"Babe. You haven't gotten your period lately, and you're throwing up a lot. That's about all those health initiatives in school taght me." He grabbed a loaf of bread, but she placed a hand on his.
"Don't try to hide it," she advised. "It just makes it worse."
"O - okay." He ducked down into his long leather collar, his face bright red.
"Mic, now c'mon, sweetie." She squeezed his hand briefly and let it go. "You're just nervous. We get this done, we'll know what to do. Might be nothing. I get gassy sometimes, is all."
He stared at her for a moment with sheer panic in his eyes, and then grinned, chuckling. "You're right. I'm just worried about you."
They bought the test. To their luck, the cashier behind the counter was too jaded to care what the two pro heroes were buying. Mic scooped up the tiny bag and they nearly ran back to his place.
She unwrapped it with shaking hands and fussed around until she managed to do what was needed. Setting it on the counter to wait, she washed her hands and pressed close to him. They didn't really speak until they were staring at the little stick's results.
"Phew." He leaned back against the wall, an odd mixture of emotions playing on his face. "Negative."
"Relieved?" She smiled shakily at him.
"I guess? I don't know. It - it wouldn't have been so bad, yanno? I mean, would it?" He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's just not the right time."
"You're right, Hizashi," she said, entwining her fingers in his. "I have thought about this. Call me old-fashioned, but I wanted to be married first."
"I'd've married you in a heartbeat," he told her absently. "Still would."
"Oh."
He glanced down to see tears in her eyes. "Oh sh - shit," he stammered, grabbing her up in a big hug. "Sorry, sorry... oh, geez. That just slipped out. I'm such a dork!"
"No, no." Elly laughed weakly. "It was super sweet. I'm almost disappointed now."
"Ches?"
"Erk." She hid her face in his jacket.
"You wanna get married?"
"Are you asking, Hizashi... or <i>asking</i>?"
"Both." He shuffled his boots on the tiles.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
She reached up and pulled his noise-canceling headphones off his ears. "Yeah. You dork. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm, ohhh. Going to throw up. Or burp really, really loud. Can't tell which."
He bit his lip, grinning hugely as she pushed him out the door.
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Mic leaned down and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead. "Hey, princess. Wanna get lunch?" A few students nearby hooted at them and he pointed but stayed where he was with one arm wrapped around her waist.
Elly leaned into his embrace, snuggling under his neck gear. "I don't feel well today, Mikey. I don't know if I'm coming down with something or what..." She groaned. "I'm kind of hungry but I'm so nauseous."
The Voice Hero showed immediate concern, his brows drawing together tightly. "Hey, weren't you sick a few days ago, too?"
"Yeah." She burped, daintily covering her mouth. "I woke up and just felt really..."
He had gone quite a few shades paler than normal as she rambled on. "Ohmigod."
"...really shitty, and I ended up having to eat breakfast sooner. I think I was just hungry that d - hey! What's going on? Where are we going?"
"We need to buy something. "
"I told you, I'm not sure I can eat anyth-"
"No food. Not yet." He held her hand as they speed-walked out of the school.
Of course, he hadn't realized the ramifications of buying what they needed in full hero costume. He stopped half way into the health section of the mini mart and choked.
"What is it?"
"We can't just..." He swore under his breath. "Screw it. If someone wants to make a big deal out of this, they can go for it." He grabbed the first pregnancy test he saw as her eyes widened.
"<i>That's</i> what you think?"
"Babe. You haven't gotten your period lately, and you're throwing up a lot. That's about all those health initiatives in school taght me." He grabbed a loaf of bread, but she placed a hand on his.
"Don't try to hide it," she advised. "It just makes it worse."
"O - okay." He ducked down into his long leather collar, his face bright red.
"Mic, now c'mon, sweetie." She squeezed his hand briefly and let it go. "You're just nervous. We get this done, we'll know what to do. Might be nothing. I get gassy sometimes, is all."
He stared at her for a moment with sheer panic in his eyes, and then grinned, chuckling. "You're right. I'm just worried about you."
They bought the test. To their luck, the cashier behind the counter was too jaded to care what the two pro heroes were buying. Mic scooped up the tiny bag and they nearly ran back to his place.
She unwrapped it with shaking hands and fussed around until she managed to do what was needed. Setting it on the counter to wait, she washed her hands and pressed close to him. They didn't really speak until they were staring at the little stick's results.
"Phew." He leaned back against the wall, an odd mixture of emotions playing on his face. "Negative."
"Relieved?" She smiled shakily at him.
"I guess? I don't know. It - it wouldn't have been so bad, yanno? I mean, would it?" He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's just not the right time."
"You're right, Hizashi," she said, entwining her fingers in his. "I have thought about this. Call me old-fashioned, but I wanted to be married first."
"I'd've married you in a heartbeat," he told her absently. "Still would."
"Oh."
He glanced down to see tears in her eyes. "Oh sh - shit," he stammered, grabbing her up in a big hug. "Sorry, sorry... oh, geez. That just slipped out. I'm such a dork!"
"No, no." Elly laughed weakly. "It was super sweet. I'm almost disappointed now."
"Ches?"
"Erk." She hid her face in his jacket.
"You wanna get married?"
"Are you asking, Hizashi... or <i>asking</i>?"
"Both." He shuffled his boots on the tiles.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
She reached up and pulled his noise-canceling headphones off his ears. "Yeah. You dork. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm, ohhh. Going to throw up. Or burp really, really loud. Can't tell which."
He bit his lip, grinning hugely as she pushed him out the door.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
King of my Heart -20
Hizashi/Els
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Elly emerged from the bathroom wearing a t-shirt from a radio station he sometimes worked for as a nightgown. He had given her a handful of his older ones because she had told him she liked wearing them. Hizashi couldn't contain himself any longer. He had been anxiously awaiting the entire time she bathed, excited to give her yet another surprise.
"Look, babe." He hugged her happily, pointing into the bedroom that was not just his anymore. A large Alice in Wonderland poster was framed beside the tiger. It was, of course, of the cheshire cat.
"Did you get that today?! Did you just put it up?"
"While you showered. You don't have a lot here, y'know, to make it feel like home. That'll change, and this is the start."
"Aw, Zashi." She held him tighter. "It's great! The eyes and smile glow, right?"
"The stripes might, too. I haven't tested it yet." He grinned enthusiastically at her.
"Yay!" She tore off to the light switch while he burst out laughing. "It's so cool!"
"Shit, princess, I've never been this happy." He picked her up and swung her carefully around, putting her down on the bed.
"Me too," she admitted with a huge grin. "I can't believe I'm here and wearing your ring."
"Mmmn." He buried his face in her neck. "Let's make love with nothin' but them on."
"Hizashi Yamada, how <i>do</i> you come up with all these <i>wonderful</i> ideas." They kissed, falling over together and laughing, Elly kicking her legs a little as they hung over the edge.
"Mmm. <i>Mmm</i>, damn. I'm so excited! Our first night together!"
"And then first morning, don't forget." She kissed him and sighed.
"Aw, it'll be okay. I told ya how long I take to do my hair."
"I like to do stretches in the morning to music and get the coffee ready first. So, say, you shower first..."
"'Kay. I shower, you do yer stuff, then I get out, get dressed and start tranforming this," he fluffed his long, blond hair out, "into Present Mic's signature style."
"And I'll shower then... yeah. Yeah, that sounds right."
"We have all the time in the world to get it right, princess. Tomorrow's just the first time we try."
"You set the alarm for earlier, too? I don't want to be late my first official day."
"I did, yes. Please stop <i>worrying</i>." He kissed the tip of her nose with a smooching sound. "Look, I've got all these kisses for you! You want a distraction, babygirl? A nice, slow, sweet, yummy distraction?" He growled sexily, rolling his r's in exaggeration.
"Zashi..." She chuckled under her breath. "I love you."
"Look out," he crooned, descending upon her. "Here comes the kiss train!"
"Oh my god you're the goofiest - ohhh, Hizashi."
"Choo choo," he whispered softly.
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Elly emerged from the bathroom wearing a t-shirt from a radio station he sometimes worked for as a nightgown. He had given her a handful of his older ones because she had told him she liked wearing them. Hizashi couldn't contain himself any longer. He had been anxiously awaiting the entire time she bathed, excited to give her yet another surprise.
"Look, babe." He hugged her happily, pointing into the bedroom that was not just his anymore. A large Alice in Wonderland poster was framed beside the tiger. It was, of course, of the cheshire cat.
"Did you get that today?! Did you just put it up?"
"While you showered. You don't have a lot here, y'know, to make it feel like home. That'll change, and this is the start."
"Aw, Zashi." She held him tighter. "It's great! The eyes and smile glow, right?"
"The stripes might, too. I haven't tested it yet." He grinned enthusiastically at her.
"Yay!" She tore off to the light switch while he burst out laughing. "It's so cool!"
"Shit, princess, I've never been this happy." He picked her up and swung her carefully around, putting her down on the bed.
"Me too," she admitted with a huge grin. "I can't believe I'm here and wearing your ring."
"Mmmn." He buried his face in her neck. "Let's make love with nothin' but them on."
"Hizashi Yamada, how <i>do</i> you come up with all these <i>wonderful</i> ideas." They kissed, falling over together and laughing, Elly kicking her legs a little as they hung over the edge.
"Mmm. <i>Mmm</i>, damn. I'm so excited! Our first night together!"
"And then first morning, don't forget." She kissed him and sighed.
"Aw, it'll be okay. I told ya how long I take to do my hair."
"I like to do stretches in the morning to music and get the coffee ready first. So, say, you shower first..."
"'Kay. I shower, you do yer stuff, then I get out, get dressed and start tranforming this," he fluffed his long, blond hair out, "into Present Mic's signature style."
"And I'll shower then... yeah. Yeah, that sounds right."
"We have all the time in the world to get it right, princess. Tomorrow's just the first time we try."
"You set the alarm for earlier, too? I don't want to be late my first official day."
"I did, yes. Please stop <i>worrying</i>." He kissed the tip of her nose with a smooching sound. "Look, I've got all these kisses for you! You want a distraction, babygirl? A nice, slow, sweet, yummy distraction?" He growled sexily, rolling his r's in exaggeration.
"Zashi..." She chuckled under her breath. "I love you."
"Look out," he crooned, descending upon her. "Here comes the kiss train!"
"Oh my god you're the goofiest - ohhh, Hizashi."
"Choo choo," he whispered softly.
Monday, February 18, 2019
Counselor's Appointment
Mic/Els
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"Hey, Mic."
"'Sup babe." Hizashi strolled casually into her office and behind her as she worked at her desk. "Sit up, hey?"
"Mmm. Sure." She absently stood and he slipped into her seat, pulling her on his lap. He nudged Elly from behind, grinning evilly. "Hey, what's this babe?" His fingers toyed with the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit. "Oops, they popped open," he whispered.
"Mic!" She squirmed but couldn't get out from his sudden, vice like grip. "The <i>students</i> are right outside that door!"
"Then you'd better do your best to keep your voice down," he advised her. "I'm goin' in deep to stroke that g-spot of yours, love." He pulled her panties to one side. "Ooooh, you're wet already."
"<i>Mic!</i>"
"Uh uh, shhhh." He entered her with a single finger, pumping slow. "Nobody needs to know I'm fingering your pussy." He licked the throbbing pulse on her neck and she moaned.
"Dirty boy," she husked.
"You love it." He added another finger. "Mmn, god babe, I really want to eat you out, but <i>that</i> would be too risky. I do you too good, don't I?"
"Ah!"
"Yeah, no way you could hold <i>those</i> cries in. But this way, looks like maybe yer just sittin' on my lap having a snuggle." He paused, then kissed the nape of her neck, pressing lightly and tickling her with his mustache. "I can hide this if someone comes in. The door's open, too. Someone just might."
Her heart nearly stopped. That was playing with fire, all right. But as she thought back she couldn't remember him locking it. "I'm the counselor, people come see me all the time!"
"Nmm. It's your time to come now." Mic chuckled and slipped one more finger in for a total of three. His thumb grazed her clitorus lightly as he thrust, sparking more pleasure from the swollen bundle of nerves. "Three fingers not as good as my cock, is it? But it'll hafta do." He curled them and suddenly rammed deep inside, aiming for that spot that made her lose control. Elly squeaked and would have fallen off his lap if he hadn't been holding her. Hizashi continued to pump roughly, squelching sounds accompanying his movements.
"M - Mic, ah god, Present Mic..."
"I love it when you stay in hero mode. S'cute as fuck. You like it, my sexy listener? Am I makin' old fantasies come true for you?"
Her tail thumped heavily on the floor. "Don't stop, I'm so close!"
"Good." His voice dropped, the tone lowering into that sex god hum that drove her wild. "<i>I wanna see if I can make you come so hard you squirt.</i>"
"Mmfft!" She clenched tightly around his fingers, ducking to bite the leather on his jacket to avoid screaming as she came. Mic paid close attention and was pleased to see he had accomplished yet another of the missions he had set out to achieve.
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"Hey, Mic."
"'Sup babe." Hizashi strolled casually into her office and behind her as she worked at her desk. "Sit up, hey?"
"Mmm. Sure." She absently stood and he slipped into her seat, pulling her on his lap. He nudged Elly from behind, grinning evilly. "Hey, what's this babe?" His fingers toyed with the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit. "Oops, they popped open," he whispered.
"Mic!" She squirmed but couldn't get out from his sudden, vice like grip. "The <i>students</i> are right outside that door!"
"Then you'd better do your best to keep your voice down," he advised her. "I'm goin' in deep to stroke that g-spot of yours, love." He pulled her panties to one side. "Ooooh, you're wet already."
"<i>Mic!</i>"
"Uh uh, shhhh." He entered her with a single finger, pumping slow. "Nobody needs to know I'm fingering your pussy." He licked the throbbing pulse on her neck and she moaned.
"Dirty boy," she husked.
"You love it." He added another finger. "Mmn, god babe, I really want to eat you out, but <i>that</i> would be too risky. I do you too good, don't I?"
"Ah!"
"Yeah, no way you could hold <i>those</i> cries in. But this way, looks like maybe yer just sittin' on my lap having a snuggle." He paused, then kissed the nape of her neck, pressing lightly and tickling her with his mustache. "I can hide this if someone comes in. The door's open, too. Someone just might."
Her heart nearly stopped. That was playing with fire, all right. But as she thought back she couldn't remember him locking it. "I'm the counselor, people come see me all the time!"
"Nmm. It's your time to come now." Mic chuckled and slipped one more finger in for a total of three. His thumb grazed her clitorus lightly as he thrust, sparking more pleasure from the swollen bundle of nerves. "Three fingers not as good as my cock, is it? But it'll hafta do." He curled them and suddenly rammed deep inside, aiming for that spot that made her lose control. Elly squeaked and would have fallen off his lap if he hadn't been holding her. Hizashi continued to pump roughly, squelching sounds accompanying his movements.
"M - Mic, ah god, Present Mic..."
"I love it when you stay in hero mode. S'cute as fuck. You like it, my sexy listener? Am I makin' old fantasies come true for you?"
Her tail thumped heavily on the floor. "Don't stop, I'm so close!"
"Good." His voice dropped, the tone lowering into that sex god hum that drove her wild. "<i>I wanna see if I can make you come so hard you squirt.</i>"
"Mmfft!" She clenched tightly around his fingers, ducking to bite the leather on his jacket to avoid screaming as she came. Mic paid close attention and was pleased to see he had accomplished yet another of the missions he had set out to achieve.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
Rule 63 -14
Els/Zashi/Shota
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It worked.
Elly hopped around anxiously, wriggling her body this way and that. "Everything is back to the way I was! Oh my god, thank you!" She embraced the person, who smiled faintly.
"I'm glad my quirk helped you."
"You more than helped," she gushed. "I feel like you saved my life. It was so - so... well, you don't need to hear thst What you need to hear is thank you."
Aizawa bowed to them gratefully. "Thank you very much."
The only one not celebrating was Hizashi. He had taken the time when they left to gather what belongings he had brought over and move back to his apartment. The trips took longer that expected as he kept dropping things from sobbing so hard. His eyes were puffy and red and his glasses so stained with tears he could barely see out of them. He didn't bother cleaning them, however, because he would just mess them right back up. When he had eradicated all traces that he had ever lived with them he flopped onto his bed and curled into a ball.
He tried to stop crying.
He couldn't.
It's just that everything reminded him of her as - as a him. It had been a perfect twist of fate when he found out.
The blond man hadn't had a lack of partners his whole life, that was certain. He could hook up with almost anyone he wanted to right away. He was well built, well known and his gorgeous, long blond hair all combined to make him desirable. What he wanted, what he craved - was love. She had been such a good friend he had wondered quite a few times what it would have been like if she had been male. Why would things be given to him and then torn so brutally from his grasp?
"Why couldn't she love me?!"
"She does, you ass."
Hizashi leaped to his feet with a startled gasp. The shadowy figure in his doorway sighed wearily, and he relaxed instantly. Only one man he knew could sound that tired and still be moving.
"How'd it go?"
Aizawa stepped into the faint bedroom light. "She's back the way she was."
"Oh." He swallowed past the blockage in his throat. "Good," he managed to whisper.
"Yeah, Zashi... you don't hide your emotions very well. You're upset. But so was she." He sat on the edge of the ned, his hands in his pockets. "I was wrong to lead you on with her like that. I thought it might be a good solution. Instead it hurt both of you."
"B - both?"
"She's very guilty. She thinks she cheated on me, and she knows you are in pain. I explained the one side, but you two will have to work the other out yourselves."
"I can't..!"
"Not right away, dumbass." He stood, knees popping lightly. "Whenever you finish grieving. She'll be there. She still cares for you. Love isn't simple, and friends can care about one another deeply."
He left his friend a tiny spark of hope that things might not be too bad after all. It might take a long time, but at least she was his friend.
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It worked.
Elly hopped around anxiously, wriggling her body this way and that. "Everything is back to the way I was! Oh my god, thank you!" She embraced the person, who smiled faintly.
"I'm glad my quirk helped you."
"You more than helped," she gushed. "I feel like you saved my life. It was so - so... well, you don't need to hear thst What you need to hear is thank you."
Aizawa bowed to them gratefully. "Thank you very much."
The only one not celebrating was Hizashi. He had taken the time when they left to gather what belongings he had brought over and move back to his apartment. The trips took longer that expected as he kept dropping things from sobbing so hard. His eyes were puffy and red and his glasses so stained with tears he could barely see out of them. He didn't bother cleaning them, however, because he would just mess them right back up. When he had eradicated all traces that he had ever lived with them he flopped onto his bed and curled into a ball.
He tried to stop crying.
He couldn't.
It's just that everything reminded him of her as - as a him. It had been a perfect twist of fate when he found out.
The blond man hadn't had a lack of partners his whole life, that was certain. He could hook up with almost anyone he wanted to right away. He was well built, well known and his gorgeous, long blond hair all combined to make him desirable. What he wanted, what he craved - was love. She had been such a good friend he had wondered quite a few times what it would have been like if she had been male. Why would things be given to him and then torn so brutally from his grasp?
"Why couldn't she love me?!"
"She does, you ass."
Hizashi leaped to his feet with a startled gasp. The shadowy figure in his doorway sighed wearily, and he relaxed instantly. Only one man he knew could sound that tired and still be moving.
"How'd it go?"
Aizawa stepped into the faint bedroom light. "She's back the way she was."
"Oh." He swallowed past the blockage in his throat. "Good," he managed to whisper.
"Yeah, Zashi... you don't hide your emotions very well. You're upset. But so was she." He sat on the edge of the ned, his hands in his pockets. "I was wrong to lead you on with her like that. I thought it might be a good solution. Instead it hurt both of you."
"B - both?"
"She's very guilty. She thinks she cheated on me, and she knows you are in pain. I explained the one side, but you two will have to work the other out yourselves."
"I can't..!"
"Not right away, dumbass." He stood, knees popping lightly. "Whenever you finish grieving. She'll be there. She still cares for you. Love isn't simple, and friends can care about one another deeply."
He left his friend a tiny spark of hope that things might not be too bad after all. It might take a long time, but at least she was his friend.
Rule 63 -13
Els/Sho/Zashi
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The relief was palpable. She sighed and relaxed with him on the bed after they had cleaned up and changed.
"You told me earlier you had good news?" She lifted her head from his chest to stare fondly at her boyfriend.
"I've been in contact with someone that has a gender swap quirk." Aizawa grinned when she hugged him, miaowing loudly with glee.
"Oh, Shota! How?"
He shrugged. "Put in a word on the underground circuit. They're laying low because sometimes people take offense at their power."
"Not me! I'll be forever grateful if I can be a woman again!"
"It has risks..."
"I don't care! It might work, right?! Let's go!" She leaped to her feet, taking him by the hand to tug eagerly forward.
Hizashi was laying on the couch reading what looked like a fashion magazine. He set it on his chest when the couple barged into the living room.
"Hey hey, what's up? Ches feels way better, obviously." He winked.
Elly hugged Aizawa again enthusiastically. "Shota found something that might change me back!"
"But - but if you go back to being female I won't be able to be with you like this anymore." The blond man's face fell.
Aizawa winced and squeezed her arm, indicating that he would wait outside. He knew how this would likely end.
"That's why we won't work, Zashi." She took a breath. "I'm not comfortable with the ways my life have changed in the past few days. I tried, but I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, I was just so confused. It's not for me."
"Wait, Ches..!" He reached blindly for her. "Don't go just yet!"
She shook her head silently and closed the door.
Hizashi held his outstretched hand out long after she was gone. He was shaking all over with tears pouring down his cheeks, spilling over the inside of his glasses and onto his shirt. "<i>No</i>," he whispered softly.
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The relief was palpable. She sighed and relaxed with him on the bed after they had cleaned up and changed.
"You told me earlier you had good news?" She lifted her head from his chest to stare fondly at her boyfriend.
"I've been in contact with someone that has a gender swap quirk." Aizawa grinned when she hugged him, miaowing loudly with glee.
"Oh, Shota! How?"
He shrugged. "Put in a word on the underground circuit. They're laying low because sometimes people take offense at their power."
"Not me! I'll be forever grateful if I can be a woman again!"
"It has risks..."
"I don't care! It might work, right?! Let's go!" She leaped to her feet, taking him by the hand to tug eagerly forward.
Hizashi was laying on the couch reading what looked like a fashion magazine. He set it on his chest when the couple barged into the living room.
"Hey hey, what's up? Ches feels way better, obviously." He winked.
Elly hugged Aizawa again enthusiastically. "Shota found something that might change me back!"
"But - but if you go back to being female I won't be able to be with you like this anymore." The blond man's face fell.
Aizawa winced and squeezed her arm, indicating that he would wait outside. He knew how this would likely end.
"That's why we won't work, Zashi." She took a breath. "I'm not comfortable with the ways my life have changed in the past few days. I tried, but I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, I was just so confused. It's not for me."
"Wait, Ches..!" He reached blindly for her. "Don't go just yet!"
She shook her head silently and closed the door.
Hizashi held his outstretched hand out long after she was gone. He was shaking all over with tears pouring down his cheeks, spilling over the inside of his glasses and onto his shirt. "<i>No</i>," he whispered softly.
Grape Ball Disaster
Hizashi/Els
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"Ah, god, I love you baby," Elly wept, shaking and crying in torment. The room smelled like him and she could nearly taste him in the air, sweet smelling but bitter hair products and a mouthful of leather. She really wanted that leather and the desire rose to a fever pitch, causing her to shriek pathetically. "I love you. I would do anything for you, anything!"
Her cries alerted Present Mic, who had just left but came back when he heard noise inside his classroom. He peeked in to see his colleague pawing wildly in the air in obvious distress as she thrashed on the floor. Her tail had knocked over chairs and desks and her mask had been torn off and discarded near his desk. Strangely, her bodysuit was stained bright purple on one side, a large wet patch.
"Ches, what the hell?!" He hurried inside, dropping his course book to hold his arms out.
"I want you to take me every time I see you walk by, every time you look at me from under those glasses you wear, ahh, god, why does it hurrrttt!"
"Hold on!" He moved to pick her up and her paling lavender eyes focused on him for a moment.
"Mic!" She choked. "Oh no, oh god - not n - now... oh, fuck." She grabbed the high collar of his costume and yanked him closer to her, bumping into his speaker in her haste. "Kiss me, you sexy thing."
"Eek!" He yelped and pinwheeled backwards, unable to pry her off as her lips crushed onto his. He held her awkwardly as her tongue thrust into his mouth with an eagerness that caused him to tremble.
"Yes," she hissed. "I knew you'd taste delicious."
"Mmfft - Cheshire, stop, think -- something's wrong!"
"Huh?" She blinked. "Oh, no. Run. Run away! I'm - get away, it's you, I need you, and why are you so inhumanly attractive?!" Her hands unzipped his jacket and hungrily squeezed his chest and lower, rubbing his abdomen. "Fuck, sexy's got a six pack. Ohhh, Mic..."
"I'm not gonna leave y - oh my god, Ches, not - not there..!" He choked, embarrassed.
"I can feel you through the leather," she panted hotly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and ears folding back as she groped him. He was hot and the leather was slick and soft, wrapped around his firm erection. Her hands began to fondle him, more gently but with an eagerness that was frightening in its intensity. "Oooh, these tight pants make such a bulge when you're hard."
"Help!" He glanced around, trying to see if there was anything around he could immobilize her without hurting her but she suddenly realized an advantage she had. "Ohhh, crap."
"You didn't run." She whisped out of sight like her namesake, her wide, toothy grin the last thing remaining. Mic spun around and finally tried to run for the door but she was too fast. He knew her fighting style and tried to protect his bared skin but it was too late. A claw snicketed out of her paw pad and nicked him ever so lightly on the cheek. "No use, love. Now we're all mad here."
The drug she used lowered willpower and made people suggestible. Present Mic already wanted her, so there was little fight to be had. His main concern before had been privacy and her consent, but as it hit his system he took her willingness to be consensual and to hell with privacy.
In short, Elly munched happily on the lump in his pants, purring as she got her wish at last.
"Take - ta - ahh, take me out at least! Babe, yer killin' me!" Hizashi's hips jerked towards her. "Unzip me, unzip ... there, cuh - careful." His penis was pulled heavily out of his pants and she immediately swallowed it.
"Mmm, yes. So yummy." She suckled tenderly on the tip, lapping the fluids off.
Mic's head rolled back and he moaned, starting to slur his words as he spoke. "Yeahhhh, suck me. W - want you, too... wanted, so much."
"I want you in me, Present Mic."
His glazed eyes widened. "Fuck! Yeah, yeah, I dig it, baby. C'mere. Let Mic slip it to ya."
"Yes!"
"Ahh, god, you're tight. So good, so damned good!"
"Ahhh, I needed this!"
The more they had of each other the more wild they became. They humped and thrust and rolled around, sweating from more than just their physical exertions. It was as if both were reverting to a beast like state, clawing and biting and howling in their pleasure.
"What the hell is going on h - oh, my god!" Nemuri had happened along and cracked the door open for exactly the reason Hizashi had. She wasn't shocked they were having sex as she had guessed they were attracted to each other. No, it was rather the setting and frantic, rough way they were going at it that was disturbing. It seemed wrong and painful. The couple ignored her except Mic bucked faster, harder, his moans frantic. All he knew is that she was his and he would fight anyone that tried to separate them.
"Go away." He snarled in warning in the other woman's direction, his quirk rattling what few desks were still upright.
Midnight saw his primal reaction and backed up, holding her hands in the air with her face turned away. "Easy, Yamada. I'm not going to take her from you." She turned slowly towards the door. "We need help here!" She screamed. Several teachers and a few upper class men rushed the door only to be treated to the spectacle of a writhing ball of leather and fur crying in agony.
Elly cried out wordlessly, her body tightening around him as she came.
"Mine!" He was next, whimpering, his brow tightly drawn. "My woman. My Ches." He growled weakly, tired now but still challenging the others in the room.
"Yamada." Mic jumped as his friend called his name. Eraserhead used his quirk to nullify them, making them easier for his capture thread to bind together. Once they were rendered fairly harmless, Recovery Girl was brought in to sedate and treat them.
Several hours later they both had headaches but were feeling clear-headed. They were mortified about their actions, apologizing profusely to each other and the staff.
"Ches, it wasn't your fault." Mic repeated this for at least the third time. "And you told me to run, remember? You tried to warn me."
"Mic - Yamada..."
He sighed and took hold of her chin, pulling her face up to meet his. "Hizashi. And I get it; I like ya, too. We can, uh, discuss that later." He kissed her cheek softly.
Aizawa cleared his throat. "What is the last thing you can recall, Cheshire?"
"Let's see..." She held Mic's gloved hand for comfort. "I had gone into the chemistry lab. There was a weird smell and I thought something was wrong. The last thing I knew was I fell over this grape..." Her eyes widened.
"Mineta?"
"You betcha," Mic rhymed automatically. "Go get 'im."
"But it doesn't work!" The boy was dragged, screaming, into the room to face several very angry teachers. "I uh, tried it okay? Nothing happened." He paused as he saw Elly's clothing splattered with purple. Turned very slowly to gape at who was standing at her side holding a protective arm about her waist.
"Every last one of your 'experiments' needs to be destroyed," Mic said firmly.
Mineta nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man's signature blond hair was drooping, most of it straggling down about his shoulders in long hanks. Several strands were stuck to his cheeks as well, and he appeared to have suffered a few scratches here and there. He was at least as much of a mess as the woman beside him... "It did work?!"
"Listen up," Aizawa snapped at him. "You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone, ever. Nor are you allowed in the chemistry room without supervision. You're just lucky..." His lips twitched, and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Behind him, Mic was bending down so Elly could stroke his hair back. She had such an expression of tender concern that the teenager had no doubt about what had happened.
"I'm - I'm sorry," he gasped.
"You're lucky it brought them together. Now get."
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"Ah, god, I love you baby," Elly wept, shaking and crying in torment. The room smelled like him and she could nearly taste him in the air, sweet smelling but bitter hair products and a mouthful of leather. She really wanted that leather and the desire rose to a fever pitch, causing her to shriek pathetically. "I love you. I would do anything for you, anything!"
Her cries alerted Present Mic, who had just left but came back when he heard noise inside his classroom. He peeked in to see his colleague pawing wildly in the air in obvious distress as she thrashed on the floor. Her tail had knocked over chairs and desks and her mask had been torn off and discarded near his desk. Strangely, her bodysuit was stained bright purple on one side, a large wet patch.
"Ches, what the hell?!" He hurried inside, dropping his course book to hold his arms out.
"I want you to take me every time I see you walk by, every time you look at me from under those glasses you wear, ahh, god, why does it hurrrttt!"
"Hold on!" He moved to pick her up and her paling lavender eyes focused on him for a moment.
"Mic!" She choked. "Oh no, oh god - not n - now... oh, fuck." She grabbed the high collar of his costume and yanked him closer to her, bumping into his speaker in her haste. "Kiss me, you sexy thing."
"Eek!" He yelped and pinwheeled backwards, unable to pry her off as her lips crushed onto his. He held her awkwardly as her tongue thrust into his mouth with an eagerness that caused him to tremble.
"Yes," she hissed. "I knew you'd taste delicious."
"Mmfft - Cheshire, stop, think -- something's wrong!"
"Huh?" She blinked. "Oh, no. Run. Run away! I'm - get away, it's you, I need you, and why are you so inhumanly attractive?!" Her hands unzipped his jacket and hungrily squeezed his chest and lower, rubbing his abdomen. "Fuck, sexy's got a six pack. Ohhh, Mic..."
"I'm not gonna leave y - oh my god, Ches, not - not there..!" He choked, embarrassed.
"I can feel you through the leather," she panted hotly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and ears folding back as she groped him. He was hot and the leather was slick and soft, wrapped around his firm erection. Her hands began to fondle him, more gently but with an eagerness that was frightening in its intensity. "Oooh, these tight pants make such a bulge when you're hard."
"Help!" He glanced around, trying to see if there was anything around he could immobilize her without hurting her but she suddenly realized an advantage she had. "Ohhh, crap."
"You didn't run." She whisped out of sight like her namesake, her wide, toothy grin the last thing remaining. Mic spun around and finally tried to run for the door but she was too fast. He knew her fighting style and tried to protect his bared skin but it was too late. A claw snicketed out of her paw pad and nicked him ever so lightly on the cheek. "No use, love. Now we're all mad here."
The drug she used lowered willpower and made people suggestible. Present Mic already wanted her, so there was little fight to be had. His main concern before had been privacy and her consent, but as it hit his system he took her willingness to be consensual and to hell with privacy.
In short, Elly munched happily on the lump in his pants, purring as she got her wish at last.
"Take - ta - ahh, take me out at least! Babe, yer killin' me!" Hizashi's hips jerked towards her. "Unzip me, unzip ... there, cuh - careful." His penis was pulled heavily out of his pants and she immediately swallowed it.
"Mmm, yes. So yummy." She suckled tenderly on the tip, lapping the fluids off.
Mic's head rolled back and he moaned, starting to slur his words as he spoke. "Yeahhhh, suck me. W - want you, too... wanted, so much."
"I want you in me, Present Mic."
His glazed eyes widened. "Fuck! Yeah, yeah, I dig it, baby. C'mere. Let Mic slip it to ya."
"Yes!"
"Ahh, god, you're tight. So good, so damned good!"
"Ahhh, I needed this!"
The more they had of each other the more wild they became. They humped and thrust and rolled around, sweating from more than just their physical exertions. It was as if both were reverting to a beast like state, clawing and biting and howling in their pleasure.
"What the hell is going on h - oh, my god!" Nemuri had happened along and cracked the door open for exactly the reason Hizashi had. She wasn't shocked they were having sex as she had guessed they were attracted to each other. No, it was rather the setting and frantic, rough way they were going at it that was disturbing. It seemed wrong and painful. The couple ignored her except Mic bucked faster, harder, his moans frantic. All he knew is that she was his and he would fight anyone that tried to separate them.
"Go away." He snarled in warning in the other woman's direction, his quirk rattling what few desks were still upright.
Midnight saw his primal reaction and backed up, holding her hands in the air with her face turned away. "Easy, Yamada. I'm not going to take her from you." She turned slowly towards the door. "We need help here!" She screamed. Several teachers and a few upper class men rushed the door only to be treated to the spectacle of a writhing ball of leather and fur crying in agony.
Elly cried out wordlessly, her body tightening around him as she came.
"Mine!" He was next, whimpering, his brow tightly drawn. "My woman. My Ches." He growled weakly, tired now but still challenging the others in the room.
"Yamada." Mic jumped as his friend called his name. Eraserhead used his quirk to nullify them, making them easier for his capture thread to bind together. Once they were rendered fairly harmless, Recovery Girl was brought in to sedate and treat them.
Several hours later they both had headaches but were feeling clear-headed. They were mortified about their actions, apologizing profusely to each other and the staff.
"Ches, it wasn't your fault." Mic repeated this for at least the third time. "And you told me to run, remember? You tried to warn me."
"Mic - Yamada..."
He sighed and took hold of her chin, pulling her face up to meet his. "Hizashi. And I get it; I like ya, too. We can, uh, discuss that later." He kissed her cheek softly.
Aizawa cleared his throat. "What is the last thing you can recall, Cheshire?"
"Let's see..." She held Mic's gloved hand for comfort. "I had gone into the chemistry lab. There was a weird smell and I thought something was wrong. The last thing I knew was I fell over this grape..." Her eyes widened.
"Mineta?"
"You betcha," Mic rhymed automatically. "Go get 'im."
"But it doesn't work!" The boy was dragged, screaming, into the room to face several very angry teachers. "I uh, tried it okay? Nothing happened." He paused as he saw Elly's clothing splattered with purple. Turned very slowly to gape at who was standing at her side holding a protective arm about her waist.
"Every last one of your 'experiments' needs to be destroyed," Mic said firmly.
Mineta nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man's signature blond hair was drooping, most of it straggling down about his shoulders in long hanks. Several strands were stuck to his cheeks as well, and he appeared to have suffered a few scratches here and there. He was at least as much of a mess as the woman beside him... "It did work?!"
"Listen up," Aizawa snapped at him. "You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone, ever. Nor are you allowed in the chemistry room without supervision. You're just lucky..." His lips twitched, and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Behind him, Mic was bending down so Elly could stroke his hair back. She had such an expression of tender concern that the teenager had no doubt about what had happened.
"I'm - I'm sorry," he gasped.
"You're lucky it brought them together. Now get."
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Razor Edge (Claws)
Hizashi/Els
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"You're doing so well, Hizashi," she purred quietly. "Don't move."
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the claws lightly scraped his belly.
All of this had begun when he had accidentally looked up something called "knife play" on the internet and been curious. Elly had commented she had an old pair of gloves along with a brand new set of claws, and that's how he soon found himself tightly bound and scratched all over.
His heart pounding heavily in his chest, he watched as she purred over the thin cuts. "The only reason I can do this is because I've trained to be super precise with my weapons," she informed him quietly. "You still look frightened, but no safe word? You sure, or is Present Mic actually speechless for once?"
"M'fine," he mumbled. He understood now; it was sexy because it was scary. She had only nicked him a few times, but he had gasped and reacted from sheer exhilaration.
"You certainly look fine. You're really excited here." She bent nuzzled his lower belly hair, ruffling it along with her tongue until she reached the tip of his dripping penis.
"Ches..." He whined.
"I know, I promised. Just one little smooch, sweetie." She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside. He whimpered, squirming just a little.
"There, see," she moved back up to breathe in his ear. "Now how about that handjob?"
"You're sure?!" His green eyes widened.
Elly chuckled. "I promise I won't flex my claws." She pet him lower, the paw pads kneading down his groin. "Unless, of course, you surprise me. You wouldn't do that, would you?"
He shook his head rapidly, bits of blond hair that had come undone flying about his flushed cheeks.
"I'll be a very good boy," he panted, spreading his legs as much as he could in his bonds. "Promise."
"So cute." Elly wrapped a paw around him and rubbed experimentally. The noise cushioning pads were soft and spongy, the cloth slick. He closed his eyes tightly shut and hummed with pleasure as she stroked him. The friction was delightful and he was soon chanting her name as she pleasured him.
"There," he sobbed softly. "Oh, there, tighter!" She complied, kissing his cheek as just the tiniest whisper of a claw traced her lips. His eyes widened and he looked over to see her licking the tiny drip of blood away as she jerked him off. Hizashi hadn't known something like that could be so erotic but he came right away, his member twitching in her grip to coat them both with his seed.
"Whoa... wow." He blinked. "I'm not sure I would do that again, but, phew."
"Let's get you cleaned up." She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. "Poor baby, you're all over blood on your tummy."
"It's not so bad." He wiped at it and she slapped his hand away.
"I need to disinfect those!"
"Yes, dear," he said meekly.
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"You're doing so well, Hizashi," she purred quietly. "Don't move."
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the claws lightly scraped his belly.
All of this had begun when he had accidentally looked up something called "knife play" on the internet and been curious. Elly had commented she had an old pair of gloves along with a brand new set of claws, and that's how he soon found himself tightly bound and scratched all over.
His heart pounding heavily in his chest, he watched as she purred over the thin cuts. "The only reason I can do this is because I've trained to be super precise with my weapons," she informed him quietly. "You still look frightened, but no safe word? You sure, or is Present Mic actually speechless for once?"
"M'fine," he mumbled. He understood now; it was sexy because it was scary. She had only nicked him a few times, but he had gasped and reacted from sheer exhilaration.
"You certainly look fine. You're really excited here." She bent nuzzled his lower belly hair, ruffling it along with her tongue until she reached the tip of his dripping penis.
"Ches..." He whined.
"I know, I promised. Just one little smooch, sweetie." She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside. He whimpered, squirming just a little.
"There, see," she moved back up to breathe in his ear. "Now how about that handjob?"
"You're sure?!" His green eyes widened.
Elly chuckled. "I promise I won't flex my claws." She pet him lower, the paw pads kneading down his groin. "Unless, of course, you surprise me. You wouldn't do that, would you?"
He shook his head rapidly, bits of blond hair that had come undone flying about his flushed cheeks.
"I'll be a very good boy," he panted, spreading his legs as much as he could in his bonds. "Promise."
"So cute." Elly wrapped a paw around him and rubbed experimentally. The noise cushioning pads were soft and spongy, the cloth slick. He closed his eyes tightly shut and hummed with pleasure as she stroked him. The friction was delightful and he was soon chanting her name as she pleasured him.
"There," he sobbed softly. "Oh, there, tighter!" She complied, kissing his cheek as just the tiniest whisper of a claw traced her lips. His eyes widened and he looked over to see her licking the tiny drip of blood away as she jerked him off. Hizashi hadn't known something like that could be so erotic but he came right away, his member twitching in her grip to coat them both with his seed.
"Whoa... wow." He blinked. "I'm not sure I would do that again, but, phew."
"Let's get you cleaned up." She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. "Poor baby, you're all over blood on your tummy."
"It's not so bad." He wiped at it and she slapped his hand away.
"I need to disinfect those!"
"Yes, dear," he said meekly.
Wanted
Shota/Els
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There he was, a slouched over black lump wearing headphones crammed over his messy black hair again as he typed. This rendered him unnaproachable, as he would be listening too intently to speak to anyone. If anybody dared he would become so hostile the person would apologize profusely and then flee. He hadn't been so cruel to her, of course, but he did get jumpy when she tried.
Elly sighed dismally and sat down at her computer to get her work done for the day. All week long Aizawa had been busy, or wearing those damn things, or out with his friend. Hizashi had been tight-lipped for once, not talking about whatever it was they might be doing during times she wanted to spend with him alone.
She missed him.
Elly moped around that night, waiting for him to come home after a very late - now early morning -- patrol. She had the radio turned on to Present Mic's program and was listening like usual, laying about in bed and fooling around on some stupid game on her phone. The music lowered and the cheerful Voice Hero popped back on again, advising his listeners that he had a very special request. This was odd enough that she perked an ear, paying a bit more attention.
Mic paused, then rolled right along into his lower pitched, serious voice. "This next song goes out to a very lucky kitten known simply as this man's 'queen'."
Her ears snapped upright and she dropped her phone on her stomach.
<i>Wait, what?</i>
"The scruffy bastard is working hard right now, but wants you to know how much he misses you when you're apart, and that he loves you very much. Here goes."
She turned it up, realizing in a burst of intuition this is what he had been doing all week: picking a song. The music started and Elly started to laugh even as she cried.
"Country," she wheezed under her breath. "He picked a <i>country</i> song."
Of course she couldn't quite hear if she wasn't paying attention, so she stifled her giggles and listened. The song was a man telling his beloved that he wanted to "wrap them up" and make them feel safe, warm, and very much wanted. She hadn't thought Shota picked up on her insecurities, but she realized she should have known better. Nothing escaped the man. The theme was punnish but clear as well, and quite adorable. His capture thread was part of him, and he wrapped people up indeed. As the song faded out she turned the radio off and laid back on their bed, closing her eyes. He had gone through all that trouble for one moment where he could communicate romantically with her. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with a crumpled tissue.
When Aizawa came home later that morning he went directly to bed, shedding bits of his hero costume along the way until he wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs. She threw back the sheets so he could crawl under with her.
"I heard it."
"Good." He kissed her lips gently. "I'm still awake, but just barely." He yawned. "I took today off so we can spend the day together, though. Talk more then, okay?"
"Perfect." She snuggled close, not caring that he was sweaty. He grunted, threw his arms and legs around her and was soon asleep. Elly sighed and soon followed his example, smiling sweetly in complete comfort.
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There he was, a slouched over black lump wearing headphones crammed over his messy black hair again as he typed. This rendered him unnaproachable, as he would be listening too intently to speak to anyone. If anybody dared he would become so hostile the person would apologize profusely and then flee. He hadn't been so cruel to her, of course, but he did get jumpy when she tried.
Elly sighed dismally and sat down at her computer to get her work done for the day. All week long Aizawa had been busy, or wearing those damn things, or out with his friend. Hizashi had been tight-lipped for once, not talking about whatever it was they might be doing during times she wanted to spend with him alone.
She missed him.
Elly moped around that night, waiting for him to come home after a very late - now early morning -- patrol. She had the radio turned on to Present Mic's program and was listening like usual, laying about in bed and fooling around on some stupid game on her phone. The music lowered and the cheerful Voice Hero popped back on again, advising his listeners that he had a very special request. This was odd enough that she perked an ear, paying a bit more attention.
Mic paused, then rolled right along into his lower pitched, serious voice. "This next song goes out to a very lucky kitten known simply as this man's 'queen'."
Her ears snapped upright and she dropped her phone on her stomach.
<i>Wait, what?</i>
"The scruffy bastard is working hard right now, but wants you to know how much he misses you when you're apart, and that he loves you very much. Here goes."
She turned it up, realizing in a burst of intuition this is what he had been doing all week: picking a song. The music started and Elly started to laugh even as she cried.
"Country," she wheezed under her breath. "He picked a <i>country</i> song."
Of course she couldn't quite hear if she wasn't paying attention, so she stifled her giggles and listened. The song was a man telling his beloved that he wanted to "wrap them up" and make them feel safe, warm, and very much wanted. She hadn't thought Shota picked up on her insecurities, but she realized she should have known better. Nothing escaped the man. The theme was punnish but clear as well, and quite adorable. His capture thread was part of him, and he wrapped people up indeed. As the song faded out she turned the radio off and laid back on their bed, closing her eyes. He had gone through all that trouble for one moment where he could communicate romantically with her. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with a crumpled tissue.
When Aizawa came home later that morning he went directly to bed, shedding bits of his hero costume along the way until he wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs. She threw back the sheets so he could crawl under with her.
"I heard it."
"Good." He kissed her lips gently. "I'm still awake, but just barely." He yawned. "I took today off so we can spend the day together, though. Talk more then, okay?"
"Perfect." She snuggled close, not caring that he was sweaty. He grunted, threw his arms and legs around her and was soon asleep. Elly sighed and soon followed his example, smiling sweetly in complete comfort.
Bedmate Reveal (Hizashi)
Hizashi groaned, holding his head in his hands. It felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to it, and his mouth had that fuzzy feeling he knew all too well.
Ah, fuck. He'd gotten black out drunk again. He pulled his long hair back, sweeping it into a practiced bun without really thinking, and ran out his tongue.
"Ugh." He rubbed it with his fingers, then blinked. "What the..?" There was purple fur on it. Well, now. That explained the fuzzy sensation in quite a different way, but opened up even more questions.
"Mmm..."
"Ack!" He jumped to one side as the bed moved and what he had assumed was his lumped up, discarded clothing revealed itself to be the counselor they had just hired a few weeks ago.
Elly yawned, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. "Mic?"
Oh my god oh my god oh my god... he thrust a hand down his body. Yep. He was naked, and as she sat up and the sheets fell away from her he saw she was as well.
What had he done?
"Uh." He really didn't know what to say. She handed him his glasses and he took them in nerveless fingers.
"What a night," she remarked dreamily. "You're amazing."
"Ah." He desperately tried to remember anything, but his mind was a distressing blank. Elly crawled over to him and embraced him from behind, sighing. Her hands were warm and soft and she smelled very good. Oh, how he had wanted her. His hands had not been enough to satisfy him every night after he had seen her. He dreamed of her, went out of his way to see her every day and make her smile. Now it seemed he had gotten his wish but he couldn't remember!
"So quiet this morning," she said softly. "You okay?" Her breath tickled his ear. Hizashi found himself acting without thought, turning his head for a kiss.
"Mmm, damn," he whispered when they parted.
"Agreed."
"I - this is gonna make you mad, uh..."
"You were too drunk last night to remember it." He was so startled she said it he turned around to face her. His blush deepened at her nakedness, having not really seen it the first time without his glasses.
"Y - yeahhhh?"
"That's okay. If you're okay with it, that is." She paused, looked aside for a minute with a strange expression on her face.
"No, well yeah, I'm pissed I don't remember, but not at the outcome."
"That's good," she sighed, relieved. "You want to know?"
He winced. "It's not bad?"
"Hell, no! You were fantastic! You..." She fumbled to a stop, blushing harder than ever. "You took care of me, then before you could get anything in return you fell asleep."
Took care of her. If she said he didn't get anything then they hadn't had sex. He wondered what he could have possibly done, then recalled the purple hair. Oh, my.
"Did I... it was good?"
She nodded emphatically. "Very good."
"Do you maybe want more?"
"No maybe. Yes, more."
He laughed. "Okay, all right. I can dig that. Only..." He paused. "Did we ditch the formality and start using first names?"
"We never really talked about your name, just mine." She coughed a little, suddenly shy.
"Well, if we're gonna make love, you'd better call me Hizashi."
"Done. My god, I can't believe this." She hugged him tight. "You're so handsome, and I crushed on you for so long."
"No way!"
She giggled. "Yep. Now me."
"I bet I asked if I could call ya Ches. Elly sounds like Eri in Japanese, and it could get weird."
She nodded. "I'm okay with Ches. It's kind of cute."
"Good, then it fits, cutie." He hummed with pleasure and embraced her more intimately, running his hands down her waist. "I'm really looking forward to this. I wanted you for a long time."
"I wish I'd known!"
"What would you've done? Jumped me in the hall at school?"
She kissed him rather seriously, nuzzling at his mustache and slipping her tongue between his lips with a moan. "Maybe."
"Oh, my. Horny little thing, ain't'cha?" He started to pant, and gently urged her down to the mattress under his body. "I make you that crazy, babe?"
"You know it. Or, if you want proof..." She mischievously took his hand and guided it between her legs.
"Hoooly shit!" Hizashi exclaimed cheerfully. "Yer soaking wet. Fuck, I did that. Oh, f - fuck..."
"Do more, Zashi."
"Yeah. Yeahhhhh, oh <i>yeah!</i>"
Ah, fuck. He'd gotten black out drunk again. He pulled his long hair back, sweeping it into a practiced bun without really thinking, and ran out his tongue.
"Ugh." He rubbed it with his fingers, then blinked. "What the..?" There was purple fur on it. Well, now. That explained the fuzzy sensation in quite a different way, but opened up even more questions.
"Mmm..."
"Ack!" He jumped to one side as the bed moved and what he had assumed was his lumped up, discarded clothing revealed itself to be the counselor they had just hired a few weeks ago.
Elly yawned, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. "Mic?"
Oh my god oh my god oh my god... he thrust a hand down his body. Yep. He was naked, and as she sat up and the sheets fell away from her he saw she was as well.
What had he done?
"Uh." He really didn't know what to say. She handed him his glasses and he took them in nerveless fingers.
"What a night," she remarked dreamily. "You're amazing."
"Ah." He desperately tried to remember anything, but his mind was a distressing blank. Elly crawled over to him and embraced him from behind, sighing. Her hands were warm and soft and she smelled very good. Oh, how he had wanted her. His hands had not been enough to satisfy him every night after he had seen her. He dreamed of her, went out of his way to see her every day and make her smile. Now it seemed he had gotten his wish but he couldn't remember!
"So quiet this morning," she said softly. "You okay?" Her breath tickled his ear. Hizashi found himself acting without thought, turning his head for a kiss.
"Mmm, damn," he whispered when they parted.
"Agreed."
"I - this is gonna make you mad, uh..."
"You were too drunk last night to remember it." He was so startled she said it he turned around to face her. His blush deepened at her nakedness, having not really seen it the first time without his glasses.
"Y - yeahhhh?"
"That's okay. If you're okay with it, that is." She paused, looked aside for a minute with a strange expression on her face.
"No, well yeah, I'm pissed I don't remember, but not at the outcome."
"That's good," she sighed, relieved. "You want to know?"
He winced. "It's not bad?"
"Hell, no! You were fantastic! You..." She fumbled to a stop, blushing harder than ever. "You took care of me, then before you could get anything in return you fell asleep."
Took care of her. If she said he didn't get anything then they hadn't had sex. He wondered what he could have possibly done, then recalled the purple hair. Oh, my.
"Did I... it was good?"
She nodded emphatically. "Very good."
"Do you maybe want more?"
"No maybe. Yes, more."
He laughed. "Okay, all right. I can dig that. Only..." He paused. "Did we ditch the formality and start using first names?"
"We never really talked about your name, just mine." She coughed a little, suddenly shy.
"Well, if we're gonna make love, you'd better call me Hizashi."
"Done. My god, I can't believe this." She hugged him tight. "You're so handsome, and I crushed on you for so long."
"No way!"
She giggled. "Yep. Now me."
"I bet I asked if I could call ya Ches. Elly sounds like Eri in Japanese, and it could get weird."
She nodded. "I'm okay with Ches. It's kind of cute."
"Good, then it fits, cutie." He hummed with pleasure and embraced her more intimately, running his hands down her waist. "I'm really looking forward to this. I wanted you for a long time."
"I wish I'd known!"
"What would you've done? Jumped me in the hall at school?"
She kissed him rather seriously, nuzzling at his mustache and slipping her tongue between his lips with a moan. "Maybe."
"Oh, my. Horny little thing, ain't'cha?" He started to pant, and gently urged her down to the mattress under his body. "I make you that crazy, babe?"
"You know it. Or, if you want proof..." She mischievously took his hand and guided it between her legs.
"Hoooly shit!" Hizashi exclaimed cheerfully. "Yer soaking wet. Fuck, I did that. Oh, f - fuck..."
"Do more, Zashi."
"Yeah. Yeahhhhh, oh <i>yeah!</i>"
Mic's Interview
So, you want to talk about my relationship with Cheshire, right? Yeah. I thought so. It's weird, I ain't never done one of these before. 'Course, I haven't been in a long relationship either...
Yeah that's right, we've got rings! See, I wore mine today under my glove! It's hers from the hero line of - wha? Oh, they're not that serious yet. They're promise rings. Uh, like, before a proposal.
(I didn't wanna come on too strong. I woulda asked right off but I'm'a take it slow).
Mm hmm. I love her like no one else.
It aches inside, but it's a good feeling, ya know? Like when you were little and you just couldn't wait for Christmas and it was only a few days away. The knowledge that it was coming made everything brighter and shinier and taste better and you would get so freaking happy. That's how she makes me feel.
She doesn't just tell me she loves me, but shows it in ways that add up to make a difference. The way she gives me a little kiss on my neck after she scrubs my back in the shower. Making sure my hair isn't caught when she helps me put on my neck speaker - it's done up by then but the little bits on the bottom hurt if they get stuck! The neck massages (yeah okay wearin' that thing, again, I get a lotta aches). Oh, and I love the coffee deliveries when I'm doin' my show early in the morning. Never know when it's gonna happen and then, <i>surprise</i>! Suddenly she's there with two steamy cups and a coupla' donuts.
Whazzat? Ugh.
Sure, lotta people say she's crazy and her family had her convinced she was unlovable. That - that's not fair. She's got times when she's down, or doesn't know how to handle somethin' and needs help. Doesn't everyone? So what if she needs a little more help, maybe, than someone else might? I can give that to her. It's not difficult and I love making her feel good in every way. My girl is talented and special, and screw all of ya that think she isn't! She's mine, not yours, so what you think doesn't matter.
Of course I think she's beautiful. My babygirl's so gorgeous it hurts.
Yeah, well, those mags calling her out are real cruel. She's a real top ten in my book, way better'n what they think. Her everything is natural, not made up or nothin' like that. That's what they can't stand. Screw 'em, I use enough freaking product for both of us. This hair doesn't come natural!
She's different, though. Doesn't wear scents like perfume or strong smelling soaps or anything. She can't; they would give her away when she uses her quirk. But she has a lovely, sweet smell that is better than anything store bought because it's all her own. Her skin is so pale and creamy, her hair and fur bright and soft. I love stroking that tail, and knowing I'm the only one she lets do it makes me happier.
And she brings out the man in me like nothing else.
I've heard guys that brag about what their women do to them like it makes 'em some kind of big guy. It's not about what they do to you, although my toes curl up at the thought of how she touches me. Did your girlfriend ever lose herself so completely in your lovin' that she screams your name like you're the only two people in the entire world? If you take her to a place where all she can think about is you, you'll feel more like a king than - than anything else. Mmm...
Sorry, got me thinkin' about last night. I, uh... is this taken down verbatim? Awww, shit. I mean, oops. Heh. No, I'm not gonna blab about what happened. We're living together, and from what I told you already you can guess we're like, sexually active.
Remember to wrap it before y'tap it, kids! This has been a public service announcement from your local Voice Hero, Present Mic.
Fuck, my publicist is gonna hate me for this.
What?
She's out there waiting for me? Ah, gotta go! It's Christmas morning again and I've gotta go unwrap my presents!
Yeah that's right, we've got rings! See, I wore mine today under my glove! It's hers from the hero line of - wha? Oh, they're not that serious yet. They're promise rings. Uh, like, before a proposal.
(I didn't wanna come on too strong. I woulda asked right off but I'm'a take it slow).
Mm hmm. I love her like no one else.
It aches inside, but it's a good feeling, ya know? Like when you were little and you just couldn't wait for Christmas and it was only a few days away. The knowledge that it was coming made everything brighter and shinier and taste better and you would get so freaking happy. That's how she makes me feel.
She doesn't just tell me she loves me, but shows it in ways that add up to make a difference. The way she gives me a little kiss on my neck after she scrubs my back in the shower. Making sure my hair isn't caught when she helps me put on my neck speaker - it's done up by then but the little bits on the bottom hurt if they get stuck! The neck massages (yeah okay wearin' that thing, again, I get a lotta aches). Oh, and I love the coffee deliveries when I'm doin' my show early in the morning. Never know when it's gonna happen and then, <i>surprise</i>! Suddenly she's there with two steamy cups and a coupla' donuts.
Whazzat? Ugh.
Sure, lotta people say she's crazy and her family had her convinced she was unlovable. That - that's not fair. She's got times when she's down, or doesn't know how to handle somethin' and needs help. Doesn't everyone? So what if she needs a little more help, maybe, than someone else might? I can give that to her. It's not difficult and I love making her feel good in every way. My girl is talented and special, and screw all of ya that think she isn't! She's mine, not yours, so what you think doesn't matter.
Of course I think she's beautiful. My babygirl's so gorgeous it hurts.
Yeah, well, those mags calling her out are real cruel. She's a real top ten in my book, way better'n what they think. Her everything is natural, not made up or nothin' like that. That's what they can't stand. Screw 'em, I use enough freaking product for both of us. This hair doesn't come natural!
She's different, though. Doesn't wear scents like perfume or strong smelling soaps or anything. She can't; they would give her away when she uses her quirk. But she has a lovely, sweet smell that is better than anything store bought because it's all her own. Her skin is so pale and creamy, her hair and fur bright and soft. I love stroking that tail, and knowing I'm the only one she lets do it makes me happier.
And she brings out the man in me like nothing else.
I've heard guys that brag about what their women do to them like it makes 'em some kind of big guy. It's not about what they do to you, although my toes curl up at the thought of how she touches me. Did your girlfriend ever lose herself so completely in your lovin' that she screams your name like you're the only two people in the entire world? If you take her to a place where all she can think about is you, you'll feel more like a king than - than anything else. Mmm...
Sorry, got me thinkin' about last night. I, uh... is this taken down verbatim? Awww, shit. I mean, oops. Heh. No, I'm not gonna blab about what happened. We're living together, and from what I told you already you can guess we're like, sexually active.
Remember to wrap it before y'tap it, kids! This has been a public service announcement from your local Voice Hero, Present Mic.
Fuck, my publicist is gonna hate me for this.
What?
She's out there waiting for me? Ah, gotta go! It's Christmas morning again and I've gotta go unwrap my presents!
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Switch Quirk
Els/Shota/Hizashi
_
"We did it!"
"Chased the bastard off," Aizawa grunted.
Elly cheered and threw her arms around her boyfriend. He seemed surprised, but more strangely, taken aback when she kissed him. His lips worked on hers, tongue unusually delicate and humming softly with delight. He was distracted and far more gentle than he had been in a long while.
Almost like this was their first kiss.
"Ow, damn it!" He yelped suddenly, breaking apart as someone smacked the top of his head.
Elly cried out as she spotted his attacker. "Hey! What the hell, Mic!"
"Get your hands off her," the Voice Hero snarled in rage. His quirk caused several things nearby to fall over as he lost control of it.
She watched, confused, as Present Mic glared daggers at her boyfriend's back. "Sho, honey, what's gotten into Mic... uh. Shota?"
Aizawa was frozen in place in the street, his eyes unnaturally wide and his mouth still parted from her kiss.
"That's not me, Ches." Mic stomped over and tugged on the capture thread around the man's neck. "I'm here now." He grimaced, tapping the neck speaker as if to compare.
"Switch quirk," Mic gasped weakly in Aizawa's voice.
"Obviously."
"Oh no. Oh..." She reached out slowly, as if in a dream, to touch her lips. "That means I just kissed Yamada, doesn't it." She took a step away, face blushing hard in her confusion.
"I'm sorry, it happened so fast I couldn't stop ya and - and, uh..." It was strange to see Aizawa's face twist rapidly into so many different expressions. "S - sorry!" Was all he could stutter helplessly.
They couldn't switch back. It was a nightmare for all involved, and after a few days all three heroes were tired, cranky and nervous as hell.
"It's been a few days," Aizawa murmured in Mic's voice as they were getting ready for bed. "You're tired, I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed."
"I - I can't!"
"Please," he whispered raggedly. "It's been days. You ruined me, Ches. I can't sleep without holding your warm, sweet body against mine."
"You're not in your body now! I can't just snuggle with - with this!" She waved a hand at his blond hair and long, lanky form.
"I know." He sighed, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "But I miss you."
"Shit..." She laid her ears back in irritation. "I really miss you, too." Elly closed her eyes and backed up to his chest. He held her gently from behind so she couldn't see anyway, but she kept them shut. He smelled like coffee, so there was something, at least. But she had a partial cat's nose, and she could scent the man under the familiar surface smells. This was not Shota, and her mind screamed at her as she tried to relax in his tentative embrace.
After a minute or so, he sighed brokenly and gently unwrapped his arms from around her. "You're uncomfortable, my queen," he said sadly. "I'll sleep in my bag."
"Shota..."
He flapped a hand in her direction and rolled up on top of the bed without a second thought. "It's fine."
Aizawa woke to find her laying on top of the bed with him instead of under the covers.
"Oh, Ches," he sighed.
"Sho?" Her ears twitched. "You 'wake?"
"Mm hmm." He unzipped himself and held her as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I love you, and I know how hard this must be. I can't sleep without you either."
"I need my kitten," he grumped.
"'Kitten'? Wow, you're really out of it. You almost never call me that."
"I'm horny as fuck, besides." He grimaced. "I know we promised Mic we wouldn't engage in sexual activities, but he specifically said sex, did he not?"
"Ye-e-e-es," she drawled nervously, trying to back away suddenly.
He held her close. "He never banned kisses."
"This isn't your body!" Her ears laid back as she started to breathe quickly in panic. "Sho, you're Hizashi now!"
"There will be no penetration, Ches. There's no need for you to touch this - his -- body. I just want to kiss you."
"But - but - !"
"He got to kiss you," he pointed out.
"Urghhh," she groaned. "I've been a little antsy too, to be honest. But, you're not you. And can you control yourself?"
"I shall."
"You'd better," she grumbled.
Aizawa grinned and placed a hand under her chin. She hurriedly closed her eyes before his lips touched hers, full and soft in the gentlest of touches. She shivered when the little points of Hizashi's mustache tickled her. They were nothing like the stubble she missed so dearly. He held his end of the bargain and only kissed her, his arms loosely curled around her waist.
"That's good," he sighed, his tongue poking out between his lips. "Too good, in fact."
"Uh oh. You said..!"
"You don't have to watch. I'll just, uh. Here." He shoved a hand down into the sleeping bag where she couldn't see. She averted her eyes as he began to moan, desperately reminding herself that this was Shota, not Hizashi. She listened to him pant roughly for a few minutes, then he groaned. "I c - can't, my queen!" He choked out a sob, furiously working his fist over himself. "I need to, but I cuh - can't..."
His agony helped her make a decision. "Yes, you can," she purred softly in his ear. "You just need some encouragement. What would you rather be doing? Have me touching you?"
"How about - ah, god -- sucking me off? I love your mouth on me." He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut. "That thing you do with your tongue..." He moaned loudly.
"Am I kissing you there, Sho? Do you feel how much I love your thick cock?"
"Ches! M'so close!"
"Then come, sweetie," she purred. "Let me have some of your milk."
He spluttered, shocked, and jerked forward with a high-pitched cry that was eerily more like who he looked like than who he was.
"Damn it, Aizawa Shota!"
The door to their bedroom was brutally kicked open and Shota blinked, amazed that he could appear so terrifying. It was strange to watch yourself in a rage.
"Hizashi?!"
"What're you doing in here?!" Hizashi was so angry his borrowed form was in full quirk mode. The black hair swayed upright and his eyes flashed a furious red. "That's not fair! We said no foolin' around..."
"Hizashi!"
He blinked, the embers in those eyes dying down. Aizawa was close to her with his hands thrust inside that stupid yellow bag. He guessed what had been going on but it didn't help. Seeing himself so close to her seemed to break him, and he covered his mouth with his hands, sinking down to the floor.
"It's not - it's just not fair." He dropped his head down and Elly was startled to hear a soft sob escape him. "You get everything good, Sho. Now I hafta sit at home right underneath while you two go at it with my body! I wasn't good enough, but - but my body..."
"Wait, what? Not good enough?" Elly's forehead wrinkled in a frown. "Mic, do you have feelings for me?"
"No!" He bit his lip and folded his arms tightly across his chest. "I - I meant somethin' else!"
She raised an eyebrow and sat up carefully. "Hizashi?"
He whimpered. It was the first time she had used his first name. "Please don't."
"I'm so sorry."
"Zashi, what the hell?" His friend sounded concerned. "You need to tell me if you're uncomfortable!"
"Uncomfortable?" He laughed wildly, eyes bulging. "Seriously? I'm in the body she's used to lovin' but she's okay with messing with mine if you're in it!"
Elly crawled angrily across the bed to grasp the front of his shirt, tail lashing wildly about. "Stop that! We just kissed, that's all." Her heart nearly stopped when she remembered his lips on hers after the switch. He stood still, his head turned as if expecting a slap. She let him go with a sigh.
"Actually, I jerked off as well."
"Aizawa Shota!"
He winced, but remained steadfast. "I'm not going to lie, Ches."
"Yeah, I kinda guessed." Mic stared morosely at her. "What if we never go back?"
"Recovery Girl said switches only last until the person makes another switch. They probably will soon, so it'll be fine."
He scuffed a foot on the floor. "Can you just kinda... forget what I said, then?"
"If you want."
He nodded. "Can you do me a favor, though? Kiss him?"
Aizawa blinked. "Uh."
"I see where this is going." She crawled back over to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around him. "You know it'll hurt," she told the dejected man at the foot of the bed.
"I just want to see it once."
She sighed. "Kiss me, Sho."
He shook his head, baffled, and tucked a handful of golden hair behind his ear. "All right." Their mouths met and Hizashi saw himself paired with her as if in a strange movie.
She sighed and parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness of her mouth and moaning as the feeling caused his heart to pound heavily in his chest. Her hands caressing the back of his neck were softer than he could have imagined and he wanted to hold her but he felt the stickiness in his palm and left them in the bag.
Aizawa looked down at his own two hands and decided he would let his friend have this one moment. Fate had decreed that their switch back occurred exactly then, and he would not argue about the strange timing.
Yet Hizashi looked so heartbroken as he got something he'd wanted for so long.
_
"We did it!"
"Chased the bastard off," Aizawa grunted.
Elly cheered and threw her arms around her boyfriend. He seemed surprised, but more strangely, taken aback when she kissed him. His lips worked on hers, tongue unusually delicate and humming softly with delight. He was distracted and far more gentle than he had been in a long while.
Almost like this was their first kiss.
"Ow, damn it!" He yelped suddenly, breaking apart as someone smacked the top of his head.
Elly cried out as she spotted his attacker. "Hey! What the hell, Mic!"
"Get your hands off her," the Voice Hero snarled in rage. His quirk caused several things nearby to fall over as he lost control of it.
She watched, confused, as Present Mic glared daggers at her boyfriend's back. "Sho, honey, what's gotten into Mic... uh. Shota?"
Aizawa was frozen in place in the street, his eyes unnaturally wide and his mouth still parted from her kiss.
"That's not me, Ches." Mic stomped over and tugged on the capture thread around the man's neck. "I'm here now." He grimaced, tapping the neck speaker as if to compare.
"Switch quirk," Mic gasped weakly in Aizawa's voice.
"Obviously."
"Oh no. Oh..." She reached out slowly, as if in a dream, to touch her lips. "That means I just kissed Yamada, doesn't it." She took a step away, face blushing hard in her confusion.
"I'm sorry, it happened so fast I couldn't stop ya and - and, uh..." It was strange to see Aizawa's face twist rapidly into so many different expressions. "S - sorry!" Was all he could stutter helplessly.
They couldn't switch back. It was a nightmare for all involved, and after a few days all three heroes were tired, cranky and nervous as hell.
"It's been a few days," Aizawa murmured in Mic's voice as they were getting ready for bed. "You're tired, I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed."
"I - I can't!"
"Please," he whispered raggedly. "It's been days. You ruined me, Ches. I can't sleep without holding your warm, sweet body against mine."
"You're not in your body now! I can't just snuggle with - with this!" She waved a hand at his blond hair and long, lanky form.
"I know." He sighed, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "But I miss you."
"Shit..." She laid her ears back in irritation. "I really miss you, too." Elly closed her eyes and backed up to his chest. He held her gently from behind so she couldn't see anyway, but she kept them shut. He smelled like coffee, so there was something, at least. But she had a partial cat's nose, and she could scent the man under the familiar surface smells. This was not Shota, and her mind screamed at her as she tried to relax in his tentative embrace.
After a minute or so, he sighed brokenly and gently unwrapped his arms from around her. "You're uncomfortable, my queen," he said sadly. "I'll sleep in my bag."
"Shota..."
He flapped a hand in her direction and rolled up on top of the bed without a second thought. "It's fine."
Aizawa woke to find her laying on top of the bed with him instead of under the covers.
"Oh, Ches," he sighed.
"Sho?" Her ears twitched. "You 'wake?"
"Mm hmm." He unzipped himself and held her as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I love you, and I know how hard this must be. I can't sleep without you either."
"I need my kitten," he grumped.
"'Kitten'? Wow, you're really out of it. You almost never call me that."
"I'm horny as fuck, besides." He grimaced. "I know we promised Mic we wouldn't engage in sexual activities, but he specifically said sex, did he not?"
"Ye-e-e-es," she drawled nervously, trying to back away suddenly.
He held her close. "He never banned kisses."
"This isn't your body!" Her ears laid back as she started to breathe quickly in panic. "Sho, you're Hizashi now!"
"There will be no penetration, Ches. There's no need for you to touch this - his -- body. I just want to kiss you."
"But - but - !"
"He got to kiss you," he pointed out.
"Urghhh," she groaned. "I've been a little antsy too, to be honest. But, you're not you. And can you control yourself?"
"I shall."
"You'd better," she grumbled.
Aizawa grinned and placed a hand under her chin. She hurriedly closed her eyes before his lips touched hers, full and soft in the gentlest of touches. She shivered when the little points of Hizashi's mustache tickled her. They were nothing like the stubble she missed so dearly. He held his end of the bargain and only kissed her, his arms loosely curled around her waist.
"That's good," he sighed, his tongue poking out between his lips. "Too good, in fact."
"Uh oh. You said..!"
"You don't have to watch. I'll just, uh. Here." He shoved a hand down into the sleeping bag where she couldn't see. She averted her eyes as he began to moan, desperately reminding herself that this was Shota, not Hizashi. She listened to him pant roughly for a few minutes, then he groaned. "I c - can't, my queen!" He choked out a sob, furiously working his fist over himself. "I need to, but I cuh - can't..."
His agony helped her make a decision. "Yes, you can," she purred softly in his ear. "You just need some encouragement. What would you rather be doing? Have me touching you?"
"How about - ah, god -- sucking me off? I love your mouth on me." He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut. "That thing you do with your tongue..." He moaned loudly.
"Am I kissing you there, Sho? Do you feel how much I love your thick cock?"
"Ches! M'so close!"
"Then come, sweetie," she purred. "Let me have some of your milk."
He spluttered, shocked, and jerked forward with a high-pitched cry that was eerily more like who he looked like than who he was.
"Damn it, Aizawa Shota!"
The door to their bedroom was brutally kicked open and Shota blinked, amazed that he could appear so terrifying. It was strange to watch yourself in a rage.
"Hizashi?!"
"What're you doing in here?!" Hizashi was so angry his borrowed form was in full quirk mode. The black hair swayed upright and his eyes flashed a furious red. "That's not fair! We said no foolin' around..."
"Hizashi!"
He blinked, the embers in those eyes dying down. Aizawa was close to her with his hands thrust inside that stupid yellow bag. He guessed what had been going on but it didn't help. Seeing himself so close to her seemed to break him, and he covered his mouth with his hands, sinking down to the floor.
"It's not - it's just not fair." He dropped his head down and Elly was startled to hear a soft sob escape him. "You get everything good, Sho. Now I hafta sit at home right underneath while you two go at it with my body! I wasn't good enough, but - but my body..."
"Wait, what? Not good enough?" Elly's forehead wrinkled in a frown. "Mic, do you have feelings for me?"
"No!" He bit his lip and folded his arms tightly across his chest. "I - I meant somethin' else!"
She raised an eyebrow and sat up carefully. "Hizashi?"
He whimpered. It was the first time she had used his first name. "Please don't."
"I'm so sorry."
"Zashi, what the hell?" His friend sounded concerned. "You need to tell me if you're uncomfortable!"
"Uncomfortable?" He laughed wildly, eyes bulging. "Seriously? I'm in the body she's used to lovin' but she's okay with messing with mine if you're in it!"
Elly crawled angrily across the bed to grasp the front of his shirt, tail lashing wildly about. "Stop that! We just kissed, that's all." Her heart nearly stopped when she remembered his lips on hers after the switch. He stood still, his head turned as if expecting a slap. She let him go with a sigh.
"Actually, I jerked off as well."
"Aizawa Shota!"
He winced, but remained steadfast. "I'm not going to lie, Ches."
"Yeah, I kinda guessed." Mic stared morosely at her. "What if we never go back?"
"Recovery Girl said switches only last until the person makes another switch. They probably will soon, so it'll be fine."
He scuffed a foot on the floor. "Can you just kinda... forget what I said, then?"
"If you want."
He nodded. "Can you do me a favor, though? Kiss him?"
Aizawa blinked. "Uh."
"I see where this is going." She crawled back over to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around him. "You know it'll hurt," she told the dejected man at the foot of the bed.
"I just want to see it once."
She sighed. "Kiss me, Sho."
He shook his head, baffled, and tucked a handful of golden hair behind his ear. "All right." Their mouths met and Hizashi saw himself paired with her as if in a strange movie.
She sighed and parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness of her mouth and moaning as the feeling caused his heart to pound heavily in his chest. Her hands caressing the back of his neck were softer than he could have imagined and he wanted to hold her but he felt the stickiness in his palm and left them in the bag.
Aizawa looked down at his own two hands and decided he would let his friend have this one moment. Fate had decreed that their switch back occurred exactly then, and he would not argue about the strange timing.
Yet Hizashi looked so heartbroken as he got something he'd wanted for so long.
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