The Goodest of Boys

Hizashi/Els
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"Are you sure this is what you want, Zashi?" Elly held the padded collar in her hands, turning it this way and that.

"You're worried about that?" He stared at her from where he lay on the bed, nude except for a leather chastity thong. The buffed material was tough enough for him to not be able to touch himself yet yielding to his form. "I've got a belt on that only you hold the key to, love. I can't take a leak without your approval. But... the collar makes you nervous?"

"Sounds silly, I know." She stuck her tongue out at him. "But the collar attaches to the leash you also bought. You really want me to - you know, use everything?"

"Yes, please," he said quickly, sitting up and baring his neck. "Everything, just like we talked about. You okay with that? You were last Saturday."

She sighed and stroked his cheek. "I'm just a little shy, I guess. Let's start slow."

He nodded eagerly as the collar snapped around his neck. "Yes."

"All right, Mic." He trembled all over and watched her sit on the bed with him. "Roll over, sweetie."

He immediately complied, laying flat and then flipping to expose his belly. The lock jingled on his belt and he whimpered, fussing already at the tight fit.

"Good boy," she murmured and reached out to stroke the puff of gold hair in the middle of his chest. He sighed dreamily and closed his eyes. "You like this?"

He nodded, smiling wistfully. "Mmm hmm."

"You want more belly rubs?"

His breathing picked up a notch and he whined. "Y - yes."

"Okay, you know the deal." She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Behave all day today, then we'll see."

She had to admit it was an interesting afternoon. Hizashi took his role seriously, crawling around after her as she did some light chores and got ready for dinner. At one point he lay on his back in a sunny spot in front of the patio doors while she ran the mop around their apartment. He had planned ahead of time and drank sparingly, so she hadn't needed to unlock him for any bathroom breaks.

It was almost dinner time when he started to get rambunctious. She looked down in the kitchen to find him nuzzling and gently licking her ankle.

"That's very distracting, you know."

"God knows I'm trying. Hey, can I get you anything? Do anything for you?" He stood up on his knees and nipped the cuff of her shorts. "Pleeeease? I wanna."

"Like what?" She smiled at his cute wheedling. The man was a charmer, all right - at least for her.

He peered slyly at her from under the rims of his glasses. "I'll do whatever you wa-a-a-ant," he sang softly.

Elly's lips twitched in a tiny smile. "Come, Zashi."

"Oh boy," he gasped in excitement, following her as quickly as possible into the bedroom. He hopped onto the bed when she indicated and kissed her happily, humming with pleasure when she stroked his back.

"Feel good? You enjoyed yourself today, didn't you?"

"Yeahhh." He sighed.

"We didn't even do anything." She smiled. "Was it enough to wear it like that for now?" He nodded, slowly kissing down her neck. He nibbled when her reached her collarbone and she laid back, letting him do what he wanted.

"Can I get under here, babe?" He wriggled a hand up her shirt. "Ahh." His fingers found a nipple through her soft bra and tweaked lightly. "You okay with me goin' crazy on you? It's just, I want you so much."

"You want to get right to sex?"

"Yeah, baby," he whispered.

"Well, I'll have to see..." She tickled him just below his navel, teasing the dusting of golden hair that bristled out into a bigger patch below.

"Honey, please," he gasped. "If you take too long m'gonna come with it on!"

"Are you?" She produced the key and unhooked it from the chain around her neck.

He bit his lower lip, tears rolling down his patchy cheeks. "Mm hmm!"

"What will you do if I take it off?" She traced a cold line up his thigh with the key.

"Oh sh - shit, nothing, I promise! I'll be a good boy until you say!"

"Well... okay." The key clicked in the lock and popped open. True to his word, he didn't move, though his hands were balled into fists and his breathing erratic. Elly carefully unfastened the leather and peeled it away.

"Hnn!" The cool air hitting his erect member was both a shock and pleasure. He dug his face into the sheets and struggled to stay still.

"There, there, Zashi darling." She stroked his cheeks, wiping the tears away. "The nasty belt is all gone. You did well."

"I'm so hard it hurts," he choked. "I won't be able to be gentle!"

"That's okay. I kind of guessed it was going to end like this."

"No, n - not... you should be treated special, princess. A quickie isn't gonna cut it!"

Elly smiled and tweaked his mustache. "I like it when you act crazy. Take me, big boy."

"Augh!" He flung himself on her, his long arms and legs pinning her down so he could eagerly thrust inside. She gasped, holding tightly to his surging arms as he canted his hips, bucking frantically. His mouth latched onto her neck, teeth sinking into her skin.

"Whoa!" She had to pull him up by his collar when he started to bite too hard. "Yellow, Zashi."

"M'sorry..." He stopped nipping right away. "Gonna come!" His jerky movements supported this claim and he was soon hitching in great gulps of air, whimpering in release. He was mortified when he realized not only had he bit her too much but he hadn't used a condom.

"It's okay!" She held him tight while he sobbed openly.

"No! I have to make sure you're safe and loved. I was bad." He dropped his head to her shoulder and sniffled.

"Hizashi. Look at me ...there. You're doing a fine job of loving me. The best I could ever want." Elly smiled when he chuckled, abashed at his weepy display. "I know playing too much gets you emotional. It's part of what I love about you."

"Yeah."

"You okay?"

It was his turn to smile. "Yeah. I - I think we might have to put your pleasure off until tomorrow, though. Or at least an hour or so. I kinda wore myself out and I wouldn't be any good for you right now."

She waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about me for now. Nap time?"

He yawned hugely, agreeing. "Definitely."

Wonderland - 2

Eraserhead x Els
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Aizawa looked up at the clock as the 18+ Only Hero tried to silence the unruly gathering of teenagers before her. Midnight was having none of their impudence and she raised her voice, slashing through the air with the leather whip she carried with her at all times.

"She'll be here soon and you'll know what we're doing then!"

"Are you anxious for some reason, Eraser?" Cementoss murmured quietly. If any of them interrupted Midnight she would be sure to turn on them.

"No," Aizawa muttered in annoyance. "I'm waiting. Cheshire has one minute before she is late." He tore his eyes off the clock with some difficulty and mindfully slowed his breathing. He knew what her costume looked like from her dossier. It was nothing special, he told himself, breathing deep and even. Everyone around him thought he was just doing what he always did - napping whenever he could. In reality, he was trying to still his illogically rapid heartbeat. The young people were as excited as he was, raising hands left and right. Midnight had everything to do to calm them down and answer as many questions as possible.

Finally she had enough. "Quiet, already! She's going to be here, and you don't want to make a bad first impression." She slapped her cat-o-nine-tails to the side in a brisk motion, cutting through the babble. To her right in the classroom seating, Mineta had fallen over and was quite literally foaming at the mouth at the prospect of another female teacher entering the room. She sighed and rolled her eyes, turning just as Tsyu slapped him into sensibility with her tongue.

The door opened during the momentary pause and everyone's eyes fell on Elly in her hero outfit. She wore a soft cloth bodysuit, striped just like her tail in varying purple tones. The belly was white and there were white tufts along her wrists, ankles and about the modest dip in cleavage down the front of the suit. Her feet and hands looked just like cat paws, with soft, rubbery pads on each finger tip and along the toes and heels of her feet. She also sported what appeared to be a respirator type mask to cover her mouth and nose, the bottom half shaped disturbingly like the cheshire cat's curving grin. Aizawa concentrated on the pattern of cracks on the ceiling. To add to his list of irrational ailments, his stomach had tensed into a hard knot. 

Mic whistled softly. "Cute." He snickered when he felt his friend's hair starting to rise up beside him. That simple praise had pissed the man off enough for him to lose control.

Elly's ear flicked, but she said nothing. She just smiled at the students and waited for her introduction. She chuckled when the green-haired kid in the second row blurted out her name, though, seeing at least someone knew who she was. Midnight formally introduced her, and she went about the task of stating why she was there - mainly to help broaden their view on their own abilities, and how the different countries viewed heroes and their quirks. She pursed her lips and looked back at the teachers behind her. "I'd spoken to the principal about this, but wasn't sure if you'd heard - before we get into my abilities, I wanted to show them first."

"You want to have a flag match with one of the staff." Midnight and the others already knew. Nezu had told them, but they hadn't chose who would fight. 

A tall young man in the back raised his hand. "Excuse me - what's a flag match?"

"Each person fighting wears something like a bandanna..." Midnight reached into her sleeve and produced two medium-sized pieces of cloth, one red and one blue. "The goal is to take the other's cloth. It's an easy way to spar without a lot of injuries."

"We used it a lot during mock battles in the States," Elly confessed. "Before we got into serious ones. And sometimes just for fun." She shrugged, and the Erasure Hero quickly looked away at the gentle sway this caused in her modest cleavage. 

Midnight saw this, and her eyes narrowed slyly. "I think Eraser should fight her," she suggested.

Elly raised a single eyebrow. "Eraserhead?" She asked quietly.

"I'll do it," Aizawa stepped in. He loosened some of the scarves about his neck, his face determined.

"Fine with me."

They started to head into the recently renovated battle arena, the students milling about behind them as they filed out. Mic pulled Aizawa aside before they got there, just as Elly and Midnight walked into the huge doors. "Don't hurt her," he told him seriously.

"Who says I would." He grunted, brushed sleep from his eyes and yawned. "Besides, she can handle it. She's a pro hero, remember?"

Mic shook his head. "You get out of control proving a point sometimes." He swerved to the left to watch, moving away as the two squared off. 

Elly seemed relaxed, although her tail was swishing lightly behind her. Aizawa liked cats, and he knew this meant she was agitated. Good. She would be off her game slightly, and that meant he had the advantage. He waited until everyone was settled, and held his arm out for the cloth to be tied on it, just as she did. The other teachers stepped away again and Mic jumped to his feet and stood on the sidelines.

"Alright!" He called out in the familiar role of announcer. "First person to take the other's cloth wins!" He paused, then took a deep breath. "Are you ready?" He squealed, his voice rising as it always did on the last word. "Go!"

Elly didn't even move. Aizawa's hair began to rise as it did when he used his power. She couldn't see his eyes since he'd already donned the glasses he wore, but she knew they would be glowing red. Yet all she said was, "So, Eraser... are you afraid of anything?"

"No," he said shortly, opening wide to stare at - nothing. There was nothing there. He stopped short. That had been fast! He spun, surveying the area as his wrappings came about, dropping now that he had no target.

"It's funny," a disembodied voice whispered eerily out of thin air to his left. "So many people tell me that, you know." He aimed at the voice and tried to at least snap what he couldn't see with his scarves. No luck. He listened, straining to pick up any sound that might clue him in on her location. "Surprise," she murmured, suddenly right beside him. One paw came up, and there was a glimmer of metal. It was a small scratch, hardly noticeable, and very, very fast. She was gone before he had time to react, melted into nothingness again and lost somewhere within the huge arena.

This went on for awhile. Mic was unusually quiet, as interested in this as everyone else. In fact, there wasn't much he could have said. Nothing happened. The only sounds were Aizawa's breathing, which was getting rougher, and faint whooshing sounds as he desperately tried to catch her. He tried everything, sounding off objects nearby, flicking his scarves out randomly in the hopes he would find her. Nothing worked and he was finally resorted to taunts.

"What's the matter, kitten?" He called out, hunching low and spinning slowly in a circle. She could be creeping up on him at any moment. "Scared of direct confrontation?"

"Not at all."

Damn it! There was nothing that explained his aiming at her voice and failing, except... his eyes narrowed. That was it. "Isn't the cheshire cat insane? Your method of fighting makes no logical sense!"

"I assure you, Aizawa Shota, it makes perfect sense." She purred where one might assume she did, causing him to groan inwardly and try to stifle the butterflies it gave him in his stomach at the same time. But he was ready.

"There." He jumped backwards and this time caught something when his wrappings spun out to the left of where he heard her. Elly appeared within a loop of scarf, her mask making her appear more fierce than the tone of her voice. 

"Cheshire is caught!" Mic yelped, pointing rather unnecessarily and then flailing about in a display of mixed emotions. "Did he guess where she was? She's caught, and no one gets out of those wrappings!"

"I thought you knew, Eraser," she hissed dangerously as he yanked her close enough to grab the winning cloth. "Cats like to play with string."

"What - wait, what's going on?" Mic was as confused as the rest of the students and staff. Instead of ensuring his victory, Aizawa reached up and pulled his glasses up onto his head. "He's showing his eyes? What's happening here?"

"You don't know her fighting style, do you," Midnight stated smugly.

"But..." He stared closely at the scene unfolding in front of everyone. Aizawa's scarves reared up, in a strange display no one had seen before. The wrappings covered the top halves of their bodies. "Is he going for the win?"

Aizawa felt the rush of victory when he snagged her in the cloth. He had been right - her singing the other night, the sultry tones of her voice - he shook himself, snapping his mind back to the business at hand. She knew how to throw it. It had been the only logical conclusion, and he had a fifty-fifty chance when he had heard her speak. He'd been lucky, but he had found out her trick and she would lose when he took off the cloth on her arm. He reeled her in, his heart racing even faster. She was tied up, close enough for him to touch. Close enough for him to do anything else he wanted, really. 

Stop being an idiot! He slapped his forehead sharply, hoping to clear his mind. It wasn't like him to think that way, especially not during a fight. He took everything seriously, and it was his job to teach those teenagers ...

Teenagers. That was it. If Aizawa had come close to any feeling of giddiness, it had been when he was a teenager in this very high school. He had absolutely hated puberty. His hormones had caused the most horrible, surging emotions to flood him with - with...

He froze, his hand touching the bandanna but not moving. 

...with the feelings he felt now. Hell, if anything, it was stronger now. Confused, he whirled the scarves around, letting her go and using them to cover them both.

The shockingly loud cat scream that echoed throughout the arena seemed to back Present Mic's theory that Eraser was going to win. But Elly disappeared and just as fast reappeared close to the staff, clutching Eraser's cloth and noticeably upset. Her ears were flat on her head and she was hissing. Aizawa, however, appeared eerily calm. He had that creepy grin on his face that he sometimes sported when he thought he'd outwitted someone. His lip was bleeding.

"What happened?" Midnight gasped. 

"He kissed me!" Elly tried to keep her voice down but she hadn't realized one of the girls in Aizawa's class had a better hearing range than most. 

"Mr. Aizawa what?!" Jiro was so shocked she didn't even realize she yelped out loud. The others in their class pressed her for details but she just stared, a blush burning her cheeks. 

"Eraser, what the hell -" Mic had walked over to his friend and was waving one hand in front of his oddly blank eyes. "Uh, guys? He's like, out."

"Time will take care of that, right Cheshire?" Cementoss had wandered over and professionally peeled one of the lanky man's eyes back. "He's drugged. Your signature move, if I recall correctly."

"Yeah." Elly sighed, tail lashing wildly about as she thought what a fabulous first day this was. 

King of my Heart - 6

"King of my Heart - 6"

orig. 12/3/2018

BNHA Elly (Cheshire) x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Inspired by "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift 

Non-Canon based off manga/anime

PG

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Elly opened her hotel door at the series of staccato raps. Her heart beat fast with anticipation, knowing who it was and longing to see him again.

The panel swung open and there he was, the blond man with the goofy grin and ridiculous, adorable mustache that had so stolen her heart. He wore his usual when he wasn't working - a light, soft jacket over a maroon shirt and khakis. One silver and one gold necklace glinted in the artificial light in the hallway. She knew he would have at least one beaded bracelet, but the jacket sleeves covered them right now. She loved his style, loved his everything, really, but most importantly...

"I love your hair," she told him shyly as she joined him. "I wanted to tell you for awhile now."

"Wha - really?" He blinked. "I grew it out so it has to get tied up all the time. It's a pain to wax it every morning, but it's part of my image now, so I stick with it. It's like my trademark, yo!" He made a gesture out behind his head where the hair would be sticking up. He was casual tonight of course, which meant he simply wrapped it several times, neat in the middle yet messy at the bottom. "D'ya bring a - oh, you did. Good." He grinned when he saw her jacket was the one with his radio show logo on the back. They nodded at the front desk clerk, then strolled leisurely out into the cool night.

"It's so you." She reached out but stopped herself before she touched the bun on his head. She settled for brushing at the golden spill against his neck as they walked. He blushed, but she didn't notice since she was focused on the silky strands. "And I love it this way, too."

"For real?" He couldn't hide his confusion this time and she watched, enthralled, as he rubbed nervously at the back of his neck, his cheeks stained light pink at the compliment. "I mean, uh, it's just that people recognize it, but no one's told me they liked it before." They stopped at a crosswalk and he absently guided her across with one hand lightly held on her upper back. 

"No one? But - but it's so..." She flicked her ears, aware she was about to start gushing. "Erhm. Nevermind."

"Oh?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, stopping for a moment to pull her closer and stare into her eyes. "You can't just start a sentence and then stop, baby! I wanna know. 'It's so' - what?"

"Oh, hell." She chuckled awkwardly. "Sexy. Okay? I think you are - ah, your hair! Is... ah..." She choked and then trailed off, absolutely drowning in bashfulness this time. Her face felt ten times hotter than it had ever been. Hizashi had, of course, caught the slip-up for maximum embarrassment potential.

"Oh, shit." His glorious green eyes grew distant for a moment as his mouth dropped open. "That's better'n okay, sweetie. I mean - whew!" He hugged her tightly, grinning like the lovesick fool he was. "Right on," he gasped, his brain unable to formulate anything else.

Elly giggled. "Unfair," she said. "You can't act too cute after hearing that. I'll explode, or something."

"Oh, no!" He clutched her even tighter, loudly and poorly acting the scene of the distraught lover, lamenting her demise. She laughed even louder, snorting a bit, and pushed at his chest.

"Zashi! People are staring!"

"Don't care," he said happily. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her gently on. "'Sides, we're almost there. We can duck into the bar and hide our lovey-dovey grossness." Elly pressed her face into his side, stifling more laughter. He finally pulled up at the small bar that they'd agreed to meet at. "Annnnd here we go! We come here every week if we can."

"So you guys do this often? Hang out together and stuff?"

"Well, yeah. I guess." He held the door open for her.

"It wasn't like this where I was. A lot of people kept to themselves." 

"I hope you like it!"

"Oh, I do." She grinned and stepped inside the dimly lit area.

Hizashi was close behind her, squinting about until he saw the tall, thin form of Toshinori poking up from a booth in the back. "Hey hey heyyyy," he called out, waving madly.

"Crap," Aizawa sighed. He was slumped comfortably against the padded seat nursing a mug of beer.

"You knew they were coming," Yagi reminded him. He waved back, and the blond man slid into the booth after a quick glance. He held an arm invitingly out and Elly followed.

Aizawa frowned. Not willing to let her sit next to me, are you, old friend?

"Hi," Elly grinned.

"Just a booth? I thought more peeps were comin'." Hizashi reached for a menu to pass to Elly, who let out a soft miaow of delight.

"It's just us." Yagi took a closer look at the cat woman. He had been introduced, of course, but regrettably hadn't been there for the now-infamous mock fight she'd had with Eraser. She was pale, but he noted Yamada caused pretty spots of color to bloom in her cheeks almost every time he spoke to her. The cat ears and tail weren't her only feline features, when she laughed he spotted the fangs that had nicked Aizawa so badly during their test fight. He caught the voice hero staring at him and realized he'd been scrutinizing her. He coughed loudly, whipping a hand up so as not to bleed on the table.

"Gross, Yagi," Hizashi chuckled, relaxing.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Ah... so, you two really hit it off, huh?"

"Yeah!" Hizashi glanced over and saw their fingers touching lightly on the table. Biting his lower lip as he grinned, he reached a little further and curled his hand around hers. Elly smiled back, positively glowing.

"They're going to make me vomit," Aizawa groaned.

"I think they're cute together."

"Ngh." Aizawa grunted and flagged their waiter down, thrusting his empty beer in front of him and holding up two fingers. He banged the empty mug down and waited impatiently.

"Yep." Elly smiled. "So weird, you know? I never thought I was going to date anyone here."

"I never thought she was gonna be so pretty," Hizashi squealed.

"You're lazy," Aizawa grunted bluntly. His tired eyes focused on his friend. "I looked up her files when Nezu informed us she would be coming."

"Aizawa," Elly interjected gently, "if you had, wouldn't you have known how I fight?"

The scruffy man froze. How was he supposed to admit that when he'd seen her picture he had come nearly undone? He hadn't read her file, just stared at her. Those ears... all he could think about was rubbing them. Would they be as velvety as they looked? Would she purr? And don't even think about her tail when it's there in front of you, he scolded himself. Don't. Thankfully, his beers came and he busied himself with drinking as much as he could. The others tactfully ignored his remarks and kept on with their conversation.

"How long are you staying?" Yagi asked quietly.

Hizashi completely froze. His green eyes appeared puzzled, then worried. "Elly?"

"I have a partial work visa," she admitted nervously. "90 days."

"Baby, no," he whispered.

"Oh, I didn't mean..." Yagi sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

"S'okay. I knew, I was just trying not to think about it." Elly dabbed at her eyes with a napkin, struggling to hold back the tears that wanted to burst forth. Hizashi's wounded expression only made her want to cry more. She couldn't leave him - she just couldn't. It would cause her physical pain for so many different reasons. "I could apply for an extension," she suggested faintly.

Yagi was panicking just as much as the couple was. Unbeknownst to many, Toshinori was a secret romanticist. If his coworkers were as smitten as they looked, he couldn't bear to see them ripped apart. He whipped his phone out and searched hurriedly online, flinching at Yamada's pathetic whimpers.

"Quit crying." Aizawa slapped the center of the table forcefully, startling all of them. "There's a logical solution to this, like everything. We just have to find it."

"Shota," Hizashi murmured gratefully.

"Well? You seem to have an idea." The dark haired man glanced over Yagi's shoulder.

"What would it take for the longest extension she could get?" Hizashi chimed in. 

Elly pursed her lips. "Well, obviously..."

"Work." Yagi completed her sentence for her. He looked up from where he had been scrolling busily through his phone and held it out for them all to see. "Like when I was in America. Look - if we can take her on as an employee at UA, she can stay between three months to... hey. Five years. It depends."

Aizawa grinned his manic grin and clapped the frail-looking man on his back. "Good job," he told him, ignoring his surprised cough.

"Nezu has to approve it," Hizashi fussed, scrolling frantically through the website.

"He might be persuaded if we band together."

"What about when that time is up, though?" She fretted.

Hizashi had found something very interesting on the page. He reached out and took her hand in his again, squeezing it gently. "I think I might be able to fix things ...later," he said, his voice deepening. Aizawa jerked his head about at the different tone. Hizashi Yamada's serious voice was something he rarely heard. He was immediately on guard, his grey eyes narrowing as his mind raced through several possible scenarios. It wasn't long before they snapped open, the whites accented by shot lines of bleary red. It was partially the extremely shy blush on his friend's face that gave it away, but logically the only solution to her staying as long as she wanted could only be ... that.

He stared incredulously at him and the blond man dropped his gaze, completely embarrassed at seeing Shota had guessed.

You idiot..!

Elly was smiling again, pushing away any bad thoughts with the hope that her new friends gave her. She clapped her hands once and bowed an awkward little half-bow. "Thank you so much for doing this."

Yagi smiled. "No problem," he told her in fluid english, popping into the strong form of All Might for a second and giving her a thumbs-up. He was genuinely fond of this little lady. 

Aizawa, however, scoffed, whipping his head to the side in an effort to hide his face. "Tch."

"That's his way of saying 'you're welcome'," Hizashi told her with a snicker.

No one else showed up that night and the four of them ate, drank and joked comfortably after that. After four beers even Aizawa seemed to shake off his melancholy, meaning he'd retreated to a corner of the booth and had been snoring lightly, oblivious to what was going on around him. Hizashi excused them after a couple of hours, saying that they had to rest up before the broadcast they were scheduled to do that night. 

"Ugh," he complained lightly when they were standing in front of her room again. "Time goes too fast when I'm with you!" He made a face and Elly nodded.

"I know the feeling. I'll see you soon, though." She looked up expectantly.

"Mmm, I know." Hizashi leaned in for a goodnight kiss. This time he lingered longer than he normally did, relishing the feel of her mouth on his own and more confident that she felt strongly about him. As he did, he felt her arms sliding caressingly up his chest and around his shoulders, drawing him closer. Elly's hands slid up the back of his neck to hold him as if she never wanted to let go. He shivered with pleasure, relishing the feeling when she dragged over his necklaces and they caught a bit of the hair on his neck. The ticklish touch mixed with the little bite of pain made everything seem more real. That was good - very good, in fact, because he was having a problem distinguishing from reality and a dream right now. Her body simply felt so soft and willing against his, so perfect. He slowly wrapped his long arms around her waist and flicked his tongue out, licking lightly but not pressing. She met his gentle probing with some of her own, and they were soon locked in a deep, passionate kiss. After a few solid minutes that didn't feel like any time at all to both of them, they parted with a moist sound. 

Hizashi sighed shakily. "I'll text before I come get you for the broadcast," he murmured into her neck. "Keep your phone close." She was clinging to him now, and he felt he could simply step inside the little hotel room and just as easily slip into her bed. The thought warmed him inside, but he wasn't quite sure and he didn't want to ruin what they had by moving faster than they already were. He did know that he was glad he was in his casual clothing and not the tight leather pants. He might have to think of some way to cope with that later, but for now he held his hips back so she couldn't feel how amazingly hard she had made him. 

"Okay," she whispered, hugging him once more before letting him go.

"Get some sleep before then, okay baby?" He smiled at her. "You know the time, and it's early-early-early." He accented each "early" with a gentle poke to the tip of her nose. 

She smiled. "Beep."

King of my Heart - 5

"King of my Heart - 5"

orig. 12/1/2018

BNHA Elly (Cheshire) x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Inspired by "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift 

Non-Canon based off manga/anime

PG

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Her job that day was to help Hizashi - Present Mic, she reminded herself, call him by his hero name in school -- with his classes. It made sense; she was from America and the students wanted to hear what it was like there now. Yagi had worked there in his youth but that had been years ago. He was quite interested in having a talk with her, she had heard, but for now she focused on the morning class. The first was Aizawa's homeroom, and she had some feelings about that. They filed in and immediately began talking. Elly noticed that Toru Hagakure, the invisible girl, seemed to be on her best behavior. This was perhaps because she had begun mentoring her a little, on the side. The rest were, as Mic pointed out, "rowdier than usual". Mic tried several different kinds of reprimands before he slapped a hand across his face.

"Dang it," he muttered under his breath. Quick as it was, she saw the emotion and smiled. He shook the mood off immediately, however, spun around and jabbed finger guns at the sky, trying an even louder approach. "Yo, yo! Everybody pay attention! C'mon!"

"They're just excited, Mic." She noticed the one with the ear jacks was staring at her speculatively and she inwardly cringed. She had heard what had happened during the flag capture. And if she had heard that, she might have heard what Aizawa had said as he had kissed her. She calmly met her gaze, however, and the girl dropped her eyes before she did. "I thought you guys might have some questions about life in America."

Amazingly, she didn't even raise her voice but it worked. They stopped and turned to face them, some with apologetic faces. She placed a hand on the book on the desk, smiling. 

"Good, okay! Today we're go - ah..." Mic reached for the course book at that moment, and their fingers brushed lightly together. The kids watched in disbelief as his voice trailed off into silence. "Ha." He waved his hand erratically in the air, trying to pull himself together. "Questions, right!" He coughed and spun about. "You go ahead, Ches."

A single glove raised for a question. It was her young friend, waving her arm madly about in an effort to be noticed. "Oh! What do you do on dates?"

Elly's ears flicked in amusement. "Anything we want, really. It's not much different from here, you know. I mean, there are some things you can do in both places you can't in the other, but the first date is usually some food, maybe a movie." She looked askance at the blond man, a twinkle in her eye. 

Mic choked a little. 

The class noticed. 

Several more hands flew up in the air.

"I heard they call each other by first name a lot!"

"We normally do, yeah." She nodded at the green-haired boy. "Midoriya?" He nodded. "If we were classmates I wouldn't be calling you that. It'd be your first name, or, if we were friends, a nickname."

"Deku," someone snorted gutturally from the back.

"Did you give each other nicknames yet?" One of the girls was blushing and kept staring back and forth at both teachers.

Mic tilted his head towards her. "What's that?"

"Um, Mr. Aizawa said that you two went out on a date," she explained nervously. "I just wondered..."

Elly didn't even try to control her laughter as Mic collapsed into the chair by her side. "He whaaaat?!" He hit his temple with the heel of his hand. "Betrayed by my best friend and Uraraka," he whined, sinking lower, his face beet red.

"Mic," Elly tapped his arm, "It's not like this is a bad thing."

"They're all in it together!"

"I'm sorry!" The poor girl was blushing even harder, but most of the class was intrigued. This was a welcome addition to the class he normally taught. "I - I didn't mean..."

"You're fine, it's a good question," Elly said in a soothing tone. "I had to ask him the other day myself. We used our first names." 

Mic had pulled himself up by now. "All right, all right." He placed both hands on the desk and stared out at the small crowd of faces defiantly. "We're dating. Oh, wait, and I called you 'baby', didn't I?" He added in a startled voice as it struck him. "Was that bad?"

Elly's palm hit her face this time as the class exploded into the sounds of laughter, hooting, whistles, and jaws hitting desks. "Mic," she sighed with a faint smile. 

"Okay, okay! Everybody settle down." He flailed about while she ducked any hands that passed low enough her way.

"You've got to learn not to say everything that pops into your head," she told him fondly.

"You didn't answer," he pointed out in a whisper that could clearly still be heard in the room.

"It was fine, Mic. You're fine. Everyone's fine," she laughed. "We're all still learning about each other. Right?" The bell sounded, and the class filed out, talking animatedly amongst themselves. Elly noticed that the kid with the purple balls for hair was now the one giving her the eye. She slowly laid her ears back at the creepy intensity in his gaze, making it a point to learn more of their names for the future.

The rest of the classes went about as well as the first. By the time 1-A had filed out, they had gossipped enough that every single student knew about them and they used it to torture Mic extensively throughout the day, asking about dating, marriage, and everything in between. He was a limp wreck when the day was finished.

"Poor thing," Elly sympathized with the hint of a smile. She patted him on one of his studded shoulders. 

"I'm gonna choke him with his own scarves," he pouted, crossing his arms.

"Eraser? Really?" She raised her eyebrows. "You know he was just trying to diffuse the incident from the other day. That one girl, uh, Jirou, I mean she heard everything." She winced; she didn't want to get into this again. Sometimes things needed to be kept secret for a reason.

"Oh." Mic blinked a few times as he thought this over. "Still! The bastard likes to tease me." He laughed, slapping his knee as he thought of the stoic Aizawa gossiping like an old woman. "Yeah, he wouldn't do anything without a 'logical purpose' to it." He got up and stretched, pulling his hands up over his head. "You wanna do anything later? I've got pro work in a few and, uh," He pulled at the leather on his outfit. "This doesn't really hold up to doing anything nice. I'm either sweating or freezing. I wanna shower and change before we go someplace."

"Well, if you're not busy after, I thought maybe we could visit the beach nearby."

"Great!" He held the door open for her and they walked out towards the lounge to pick up their things. "I've got a few hours of free time after I finish my patrols. I'll call ya when I'm ready!"

Hizashi picked her up again but this time they got on a bus to ride to their destination. As they stepped off and the bus zoomed away in a puff of exhaust, Elly shivered. The light breeze from the ocean wasn't something she had considered and she wore only one long sleeved shirt under a short one. He noticed and immediately opened his jacket, pulling her beside his warmth and covering her with one half. She sighed gratefully.

"I hadn't realized it would be so cool."

"Yeah, the wind from the water makes it cold here sometimes." He led her to the little gazebo that was set up overlooking the playful wavelets. "Here. They built this mostly for the couples who come here." He grinned. "So we could cuddle and stuff."

"And 'stuff'?" She asked archly.

"Hm?" He placed a hand under her chin and raised her face to his. "Oh, yeah. Stuff." He demonstrated by stealing several small, carefully chaste kisses on her lips and cheeks. They still seemed to sizzle on her skin, and the little points on his mustache tickled.

Elly shivered again, not from the cold this time. "Hizashi," she purred.

"That's my name," he said cheerfully, touching his nose to hers. He noticed for the first time that underneath her very human-looking nose was a speckling of lavender, and the different split that defined a cat's nostrils. It wasn't apparent when you first saw her, but he now knew she was sensitive to scents. He filed this away for future reference as he stared into her eyes. "Warm enough now?"

"Yes. You're way better than a jacket," she giggled. 

"Ha! I want that to be my crowning achievement in life," he gushed. "He was 'better than a jacket'! That said, I'm kind of hot right now even with my civvies on." He shook his head mournfully. "Not all the time, though. You make me sweat, baby."

"I think that's cute," she said somewhat dubiously, and he laughed. They sat for a time staring out at the water gently lapping the sand in front of them over and over again. It was such a long while that it became a comfortable silence, one where she forgot herself and grew sleepy. 

It became difficult to hold himself back. His arm was around her and she was snuggled into his side again, but closer than when they had been to the movies. Not only that, but she was purring softly, and the best part was when she would rub her cheek lightly against his chest now and then. He'd been to Shota's apartment before, and he had once asked why the cats rubbed their faces on things. His friend had told them they marked things they liked that way. He wasn't sure if she was doing that to him, really, but he liked to think that she was. He would have stayed that way for much longer, but the sun was setting and it was so gorgeous he gently stroked some of her hair away from her face. "Hey, baby. Look."

"Mm." She raised her head and her eyes grew wide. "Ohhh, that's beautiful!"

Hizashi licked his lips. He knew people thought his quirk was just screaming things deafeningly, but he could pitch his voice in various tones, some that were safe to use in public. Some of those voices were the ones animals liked - and he had one he knew cats favored. He used this low vibration deliberately, aiming it at one of those purple-furred ears of hers. "That's not as beautiful as you are."

Elly stiffened in his arms, and just as suddenly seemed to melt into a warm purring bundle. "Zashi?" she gasped. Her tail quivered on the decking behind them, whisking bits of sand away.

He somehow held his excitement in at hearing her shorten his name. "Hey," he added in a more normal voice, deliberately breaking the spell she seemed under. 

Elly shook herself. "Mya?"

"Tomorrow's friday - you wanna cohost my show?"

Her ears shot up. "You serious?!"

"Heck, yeah! It's a lot of music, but there's some talking so I figure we would have some fun -" He cut off, a huge, dorky grin spreading across his features as she hugged him enthusiastically.

"That's be awesome! I've missed that a little, and, well, yeah!"

 "Awesome," he echoed happily.