Eraserhead and Cheshire had teamed up on patrol completely by coincidence.
It happened to be a bad coincidence for them, however.
They were currently trapped underneath the rubble of a fairly substantial house at the outskirts of town. Pressed close under the creaking weight that could fall further and crush them at any minute, hurt, tired, all they could do was await rescue. It was, unfortunately, a long time coming.
"A friend of mine died this way," he told her as he glanced around. "I think - hope -- he was killed instantly because it was mostly concret that fell on him."
"Oh, no. Were you young?"
"Teenager." He brushed it off with a small, curt gesture. "But this is different. You are here, and we're not quite finished yet." He paused. "Are you frightened?"
"No. I'm - I'm sad." She sighed tremulously. "I knew this might happen some day. I don't care about dying; I did my best and I'll be replaced. Someone else will go on saving others like I did. But..."
"But?" Aizawa frowned. He had never heard his own thoughts spoken out loud like this before. He wasn't sure what to think.
"It's silly." She shook her head.
"No," he said in a curiously gentle way. "It's not if you feel strongly about it."
"Well... I - I wanted to be loved back at least once in my life before I died. Just once! Like, how your parents are supposed to or a partner."
"A lover."
"Hmm." It was surprising to hear him say that word, but it was true. "Yeah. I always chose men that didn't treat me well, though. I struggled with that and thought it was a win when I fell in love awhile back with someone who doesn't show emotions. A good man, but one that has no time for anything but work." She deliberately kept her face turned from him so he couldn't see her tears.
"Anything other than conserving energy would be a most impractical use of our remaining stamina and air. However..." He stared off into the distance, his expression enigmatic, for several seconds. Then he suddenly choked and turned back to her, his gray eyes no longer coldly logical. They were the calm before the storm, roiling with suppressed emotions though the rest of his face remained still.
"Ai - Aizawa?"
"May I request, for starters, that you use my given name?"
She stuttered even more as her tired brain struggled to keep up. "Sh - h - Shota. Your name is Shota."
He nodded. "I pronounce yours badly," he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. The back of his hand scraped the top of the crumbled roof and he winced. "Is it okay if I call you Ches?"
She nodded. "You know, you were the first to do that," she told him quietly.
Aizawa blinked. "What? Really? Didn't you have peers that -"
Elly cut him off with a sad, "No. I was 'Crazy Bitch' and a few other names, but nothing affectionate. Err... I didn't mean to say 'affectionate', I meant -"
It was his turn to stop her. He placed a careful hand on her cheek. "Yes."
"It ... was? Is?"
"We may not make it out of here," he said in a quiet voice of regret, "so I may as well tell you, and add my request. Will you listen?"
"Yes." She watched him closely, intrigued despite the constant sense of time running out.
He sighed dismally. "I need to relax my body, yet what I'm about to tell you is causing me to tense harder."
"Relax your - wait, Shota, have you been holding yourself up?! Damn it!"
"Apologies." He let out a deep breath and suddenly there he was, pressed even more tightly against her. She gasped at the closeness, which was far more personal than she had thought it would be. "And so, on to my confession." He cleared his throat nervously. "I fell in love with you a long time ago."
The Insanity Hero was too stunned to speak so he took her silence for what he expected; rejection, no matter how gentle. His body tensed and she could feel a tremor run through him. "I apologize for that," he murmured. "My ... feelings don't give us any advantage or help in any way. Perhaps I shouldn't have spoken. I never intended to tell you."
He closed his eyes to calm himself, so when he felt one if her arms worming its way around him and the other sliding up his chest he twitched, startled. They were wedged tightly together by necessity but she had now closed every inch between them. As he watched, she drew her legs up, then winced as pain shot through both of them.
"Ow." She swore under her breath. "Sorry. Something's twisted or, hell, I don't know at this point. Broken maybe. Not like we can look. Here..." His face was caressed with a shaky hand as her other held him tight.
"Ches..?"
"Fuck logic," she hissed bitterly. "I held back and you're the good man I was talking about. Now kiss me before we're crushed under this stupid rubble."
He reached up and placed his palm on her cheek, much the same as she had. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes. There were tears running down her cheek, cutting clean streaks through the grime of dust and dirt from their battle. He wiped these gently away and placed his mouth on hers.
Aizawa was a hard working man. He ate fast, pre-prepped meals and slept whenever he could get the chance, always deciding to work harder rather than anything else. He only did things that related to his goals of saving as many people as he could.
That said, he did not see romance and sex as necessary in his life. He took care of himself just fine without the added strain of a relationship or even a one night stand. Too much trouble, and why bother?
So it was when his lips touched hers that he realized with mild surprise he had never kissed a woman before. His heart began to race wildly in his chest and he felt himself sweating more than when they had faced off against the villain hours ago.
Elly couldn't help but cry at the sheer ridiculous situation they were in. To find out they loved each other now, when it might be too late ...
She felt his dry, slightly chapped lips brush hers tentatively, cutting off her melancholy thoughts. Strange that he would be so hesitant at first, but after she pressed back he kissed her with such growing enthusiasm that it took her breath away. His tongue flicked out, traced her lips and darted inside when she parted them with a low whimper.
"Mnn, Ches," he husked after a long, exploratory kiss. "M'sorry I waited."
"Me, too." She parted from him with a gasp, sobbing quietly as she clutched his capture weapon in both hands.
"Do you mind if I try something rather desperate - a call for help? I have an idea."
"Go right ahead. Anything at this point. I hear them out there, looking for us. They just don't know where we are."
"I believe I can shout much louder if encouraged enough." He got as close to the opening as he could and took a very deep breath. "Cheshire and I are under here! Please, I love her!"
Elly stared at him, so dumbfounded that she quite literally forgot to breathe. The Insanity Hero passed out.
She came to in a much more comfortable setting. Her legs were no longer needled with pain and she felt clean and refreshed, though exhausted. Bright white sheets, walls, and ceiling meant she was safe, probably in a hospital. The beeping she heard from her heart monitor nearby confirmed this and she sighed, relieved. She could have relaxed if only she knew Eraserhead was okay.
Her nose wrinkled as she caught the scent of bitter energy drink and coffee. Turning her head revealed a familiar face seated at her bedside. Her ears perked and her purple eyes sparkled happily.
Aizawa jumped awake from his nap. "Welcome back," he congratulated her with a huge smile.
"They heard you."
"Uh... yes." He rubbed the back of his neck, wincing a little. "They also let me know that I'd never live this incident down."
"Aww. What are friends for."
"Indeed," he said sourly. "To quote Hizashi, he told me, 'You and your girlfriend are gonna be the hottest gossip around when you get back'."
"Mmmn," she sighed happily. "Girlfriend."
He blushed but nodded. "Okay?"
"Better than okay."
Saturday, December 7, 2019
PYHUR - Radio Show
"Get ready," Present Mic told his new helper with a comical wiggle of his mustache. "We're on all early mornin' long from one to five. Wears a lotta people out, hero or not."
He left to toggle a few switches and make sure things were ready for the show.
Elly paced the room, her striped tail flicking lazily around in the air. She had offered to be here for his broadcast because she wanted to get closer to him, though they were pretty friendly already. She simply wanted more. Seeing him never failed to cause her stomach to flutter nervously and her throat to tighten. She knew she was hopelessly in love.
"Mmm," she purred softly to herself, not realizing he could hear her through his headphones from the open speaker in the room. "No problem. I could do you all morning long." She giggled wickedly to herself and then sighed. "No matter. Lovesick foolishness will get me nowhere." The little venting made her feel better, though. She took a deep breath and started towards the door when it flung shockingly open.
Mic stood there with an enormous grin on his flushed face. His eyes sparkled with such mischief that she took a step back, her hand clutching her heart.
So cute!
"Hey," he chuckled as the door latched shut behind him. "Ya realize this was still on, right?" He strode over to the console and snapped the switch off.
OH NO.
Elly panicked.
Her mind went into flight mode; she searched wildly around but he was deliberately blocking her escape, his eyes searching hers for answers. She finally managed a little squeak.
"S - sorry!"
Mic raised an eyebrow. Then his grin grew sly, more wicked. One of his eyes squinted at her while the other remained wide and he crossed his arms as he stared down at her.
"What'cha sorry for?"
"I, err..."
"Did you mean what ya said, baby?"
Tell him anything tell him something for fuck's sake just don't screw this up!
...
Wait, what did he call me?!
Everything shut down. She nodded, then wobbled as her breathing had gotten too fast and she felt lightheaded. He stepped quickly over and caught her in one arm, pulling her against him for support.
"Oooh, a yes! Now for the harder questions. I need you to repeat that, baby. Give me a clear go ahead."
Her face darkened, and she squeaked, nodding again.
"Nuh uh," he said, his lips twitching with the hope of a smile. "This time you gotta call in to win, baby." He popped the catch on his neck gear and unfastened it, then did the same to hers as she stared, stunned.
Elly's mouth fell open and then snapped shut before she could answer. She wasn't sure this was really happening. It couldn't be.
"Els? Babe?" He reached out and snapped once in front of her eyes. "Oh, man. Did I break you?"
She was startled enough to laugh at this strange comment. "I'm okay."
"Phew." He leaned on the wall with one arm so he could get closer to her. "Good. Now, where were we?" His fingers delicately traced the stripes on the side of her bodysuit.
"M - Mic!"
He chuckled wickedly, his greenish-gold eyes alternately squinted and large as he stared down at her. "You let it slip that you want me to rock you, baby. I'm not letting you go without an answer."
"Oh my god." She gasped when his gloved hand gently cupped the side of her face. "This can't be happening."
"It won't unless you give me a green light, sweet thing. I'm not gonna force myself on ya, as much as I really, really want you." His thumb rubbed gently along her jaw.
"Aren't you on the air soon?!"
"Nope, sweet thing. I play nonstop music, remember? It's early-early-early, an' for all intents an' purposes we're alone in the studio. We can be as loud," he hummed suggestively into her ear, "as we want."
"Oh, god, Mic."
"Hold that thought if you wanna call me god," he teased. "You hafta tell me what I need to hear before I c'n work my magic." He nuzzled just under her throat, kissing the wildly throbbing pulse and then humming with his special talent.
"Yes! Y - your quirk, wow! I want you, please yes."
"Ding ding ding." He husked seductively against her skin, his quirk vibrating and causing shivers to run up her spine. "We have ..." His hands reached around and cupped her behind as he lifted his head to breathe into her mouth. "... a winner," he said softly before pressing his mouth to her own.
They kissed for a long time while the set list ran in the other room. His listeners would never know that tonight Mic was making music, not just playing it.
"Here, later we can get completely naked but for now..." He unfastened his belt buckle and unzipped his tight leather pants. "I'm'a just drop trou, babe. You ready?" She leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, causing him to suck air in through his teeth. "That's a big fuckin' yes."
"Mic," she chided even as he drew close again.
"Heh. Sorry. I get real loose with talkin' an' swearin' when I get super excited."
She purred as he brought himself to contact with her thigh, rubbing gently on the pale flesh. "You're excited, all right."
"Oh, hey," he grinned. "You like?" Without waiting for an answer he reached down and slid a finger deep inside her warmth. She gasped loudly. "Feels like you do."
"More."
"Yeah. I want it, too." This time he slid something much thicker than his finger against her folds, sliding up but not inside.
"Ohhh shit," she moaned. "Oh, Mikey, yesss..!"
"Mikey?! That's hot," he panted. "Tuh - unghhh! -- tell Mikey how much you want him."
She laid her ears back as he kept moving, sliding his length carefully along her open body. The rubbery tension in her loins was incredible, unbearable, and she let out a breathy scream as she grabbed his jacket for purchase. "Please Mic, Present Mic! Just please give it to me I'm so close! I wanna come with you inside me!"
He gasped hoarsely and pulled back, his chest heaving as he stared at her in awe. Never had he thought he could make a woman lose herself with pleasure enough to beg; it had been a fantasy of his, in fact.
"Oh, baby," he said, his voice dropping suddenly in that way he had when he was deadly serious. "You - you ... I'll do anything for you."
"Yes," she moaned as she felt him angling differently below. "Mic - Hizashi..."
"Oh, shit," he whined, shaking all over as he slowly thrust. "M'not gonna last long. Y - your little whimpers an' sighs, an' all th' cute squirming..." He paused, breathing heavily. "Babe, seriously, am I doin' that good?"
"You're amazing," she sighed dreamily.
"No, you - you're ... ugh!" He set his forehead to hers and gave her the biggest, sappiest smile, still moving below. "I love you," he sighed in a wistfully defeated tone. It destroyed her completely and she screamed in pleasure, riding back as hard and fast as she could. This brought him off as well and his startled yell broke not one, not two, but all three of the supposedly sound proof glass panes in the room.
He winced.
"Ahhhh, shit. That's gonna cost a fortune to replace. Still..." He kissed her on the nose as they parted to clean up and tuck themselves back together. "Worth it!"
"I'll help," she murmured with a weak smile. "It's a small price to pay for coming together at last."
"You said it, babe. Now, uh, you know where they might keep a dustpan or somethin'? I ain't never had to clean up in here before."
He left to toggle a few switches and make sure things were ready for the show.
Elly paced the room, her striped tail flicking lazily around in the air. She had offered to be here for his broadcast because she wanted to get closer to him, though they were pretty friendly already. She simply wanted more. Seeing him never failed to cause her stomach to flutter nervously and her throat to tighten. She knew she was hopelessly in love.
"Mmm," she purred softly to herself, not realizing he could hear her through his headphones from the open speaker in the room. "No problem. I could do you all morning long." She giggled wickedly to herself and then sighed. "No matter. Lovesick foolishness will get me nowhere." The little venting made her feel better, though. She took a deep breath and started towards the door when it flung shockingly open.
Mic stood there with an enormous grin on his flushed face. His eyes sparkled with such mischief that she took a step back, her hand clutching her heart.
So cute!
"Hey," he chuckled as the door latched shut behind him. "Ya realize this was still on, right?" He strode over to the console and snapped the switch off.
OH NO.
Elly panicked.
Her mind went into flight mode; she searched wildly around but he was deliberately blocking her escape, his eyes searching hers for answers. She finally managed a little squeak.
"S - sorry!"
Mic raised an eyebrow. Then his grin grew sly, more wicked. One of his eyes squinted at her while the other remained wide and he crossed his arms as he stared down at her.
"What'cha sorry for?"
"I, err..."
"Did you mean what ya said, baby?"
Tell him anything tell him something for fuck's sake just don't screw this up!
...
Wait, what did he call me?!
Everything shut down. She nodded, then wobbled as her breathing had gotten too fast and she felt lightheaded. He stepped quickly over and caught her in one arm, pulling her against him for support.
"Oooh, a yes! Now for the harder questions. I need you to repeat that, baby. Give me a clear go ahead."
Her face darkened, and she squeaked, nodding again.
"Nuh uh," he said, his lips twitching with the hope of a smile. "This time you gotta call in to win, baby." He popped the catch on his neck gear and unfastened it, then did the same to hers as she stared, stunned.
Elly's mouth fell open and then snapped shut before she could answer. She wasn't sure this was really happening. It couldn't be.
"Els? Babe?" He reached out and snapped once in front of her eyes. "Oh, man. Did I break you?"
She was startled enough to laugh at this strange comment. "I'm okay."
"Phew." He leaned on the wall with one arm so he could get closer to her. "Good. Now, where were we?" His fingers delicately traced the stripes on the side of her bodysuit.
"M - Mic!"
He chuckled wickedly, his greenish-gold eyes alternately squinted and large as he stared down at her. "You let it slip that you want me to rock you, baby. I'm not letting you go without an answer."
"Oh my god." She gasped when his gloved hand gently cupped the side of her face. "This can't be happening."
"It won't unless you give me a green light, sweet thing. I'm not gonna force myself on ya, as much as I really, really want you." His thumb rubbed gently along her jaw.
"Aren't you on the air soon?!"
"Nope, sweet thing. I play nonstop music, remember? It's early-early-early, an' for all intents an' purposes we're alone in the studio. We can be as loud," he hummed suggestively into her ear, "as we want."
"Oh, god, Mic."
"Hold that thought if you wanna call me god," he teased. "You hafta tell me what I need to hear before I c'n work my magic." He nuzzled just under her throat, kissing the wildly throbbing pulse and then humming with his special talent.
"Yes! Y - your quirk, wow! I want you, please yes."
"Ding ding ding." He husked seductively against her skin, his quirk vibrating and causing shivers to run up her spine. "We have ..." His hands reached around and cupped her behind as he lifted his head to breathe into her mouth. "... a winner," he said softly before pressing his mouth to her own.
They kissed for a long time while the set list ran in the other room. His listeners would never know that tonight Mic was making music, not just playing it.
"Here, later we can get completely naked but for now..." He unfastened his belt buckle and unzipped his tight leather pants. "I'm'a just drop trou, babe. You ready?" She leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, causing him to suck air in through his teeth. "That's a big fuckin' yes."
"Mic," she chided even as he drew close again.
"Heh. Sorry. I get real loose with talkin' an' swearin' when I get super excited."
She purred as he brought himself to contact with her thigh, rubbing gently on the pale flesh. "You're excited, all right."
"Oh, hey," he grinned. "You like?" Without waiting for an answer he reached down and slid a finger deep inside her warmth. She gasped loudly. "Feels like you do."
"More."
"Yeah. I want it, too." This time he slid something much thicker than his finger against her folds, sliding up but not inside.
"Ohhh shit," she moaned. "Oh, Mikey, yesss..!"
"Mikey?! That's hot," he panted. "Tuh - unghhh! -- tell Mikey how much you want him."
She laid her ears back as he kept moving, sliding his length carefully along her open body. The rubbery tension in her loins was incredible, unbearable, and she let out a breathy scream as she grabbed his jacket for purchase. "Please Mic, Present Mic! Just please give it to me I'm so close! I wanna come with you inside me!"
He gasped hoarsely and pulled back, his chest heaving as he stared at her in awe. Never had he thought he could make a woman lose herself with pleasure enough to beg; it had been a fantasy of his, in fact.
"Oh, baby," he said, his voice dropping suddenly in that way he had when he was deadly serious. "You - you ... I'll do anything for you."
"Yes," she moaned as she felt him angling differently below. "Mic - Hizashi..."
"Oh, shit," he whined, shaking all over as he slowly thrust. "M'not gonna last long. Y - your little whimpers an' sighs, an' all th' cute squirming..." He paused, breathing heavily. "Babe, seriously, am I doin' that good?"
"You're amazing," she sighed dreamily.
"No, you - you're ... ugh!" He set his forehead to hers and gave her the biggest, sappiest smile, still moving below. "I love you," he sighed in a wistfully defeated tone. It destroyed her completely and she screamed in pleasure, riding back as hard and fast as she could. This brought him off as well and his startled yell broke not one, not two, but all three of the supposedly sound proof glass panes in the room.
He winced.
"Ahhhh, shit. That's gonna cost a fortune to replace. Still..." He kissed her on the nose as they parted to clean up and tuck themselves back together. "Worth it!"
"I'll help," she murmured with a weak smile. "It's a small price to pay for coming together at last."
"You said it, babe. Now, uh, you know where they might keep a dustpan or somethin'? I ain't never had to clean up in here before."
Birthday 2019 (Shota)
Aizawa tensed as he opened the door to his campus apartment. Cracking it slowly, he stuck his head in and squinted hard, peering into the darkness and alert for any sound or movement that would give his colleagues and friends away.
Silence.
He didn't even hear his girlfriend, which was odd since she had certainly gotten home before him. Maybe she had a headache and was laying down in the bedroom with the lights off like she sometimes did.
He shrugged and stepped inside. "I'm home," he called out quietly, kicking his boots off while he pulled his goggles out of the capture weapon he wore around his neck. These were hung neatly up beside her gear along with his belt. Sighing, he rubbed his neck and shuffled wearily forward to the bathroom for a shower. Normally he wouldn't bother, but it was a special day and he had tonight off from his usual patrol work.
He did have to admit he felt much better freshly scrubbed and clean. Aizawa pulled the clothes he had set out previously on and stretched, looking closely at himself in the mirror. He rubbed a hand over his stubble, grimacing, and pondered shaving for all of four seconds before grunting in dismissal. Instead he reached into the drawer and pulled out a ridiculously bright, purple scrunchie with cat pawprints on it to tie his hair back with.
There. He'd done his part to look festive. Now for his girlfriend - she had to be around here somewhere.
Elly was in the first place he looked, the bedroom. Before he turned on the light he saw her silhouette, illuminated from behind from the thin glow of light slipping through the closed blinds. She was stretched fully out on the bed with her tail flicking absently in the air. He smiled and snapped the switch.
She turned only her head to grin back at him rather like her namesake, her fangs showing as she watched his eyebrows raise. He hopped up beside her rather quickly, reaching out to tug at the bow around her neck.
"Is this my gift, then?"
She chuckled and lashed him once across the chest, gently, with her striped tail. "Happy birthday."
Aizawa looked her over more closely, his breathing growing hoarse as he saw how she was dressed. She had her paw boots and gloves on with a furry bikini set that matched her colors. The bow doubled as a collar with a large bell dangling from her throat. She rolled over, the bell jingling musically, and handed him an envelope she had been concealing with her gloves.
He opened it, slipping a printed piece of paper out. It looked official, had her name written in several places with lines for him to sign and a pawprint seal with a heart at the bottom.
He paused.
Stared at her with a slight blush on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose.
"<i>Adoption papers?</i>"
"You want to keep me, don't you?"
"Of course." She watched with an overwhelming amount of love in her heart as his gray eyes softened when he read the entire thing. He signed, set them on the nightstand and then held his arms out to her.
"Work still has that meet up at the bar, but that's later," she told him as she crawled onto his lap much the way a domestic cat would. "We have a few long hours all to ourselves until then."
He stroked her back silently for a few minutes, palming the length of her tail and listening to her purr.
At last he buried his face in her hair with a huge sigh. "You little fool," he murmured with the hint of a catch in his voice. "Was it really necessary to add all that extra in?"
Elly smiled quietly to herself and hugged him tight. She had spent a good amount of time wording everything exactly.
"Yeah. I think it was. I don't tell you often enough how much I love and appreciate you. In most respects, I really was wandering around aimlessly until I found you."
"Can I unwrap my gift now?" His lips twitched in a mischievous grin.
"It's your birthday, handsome. Just don't tear into it too hard." She chuckled wickedly.
Silence.
He didn't even hear his girlfriend, which was odd since she had certainly gotten home before him. Maybe she had a headache and was laying down in the bedroom with the lights off like she sometimes did.
He shrugged and stepped inside. "I'm home," he called out quietly, kicking his boots off while he pulled his goggles out of the capture weapon he wore around his neck. These were hung neatly up beside her gear along with his belt. Sighing, he rubbed his neck and shuffled wearily forward to the bathroom for a shower. Normally he wouldn't bother, but it was a special day and he had tonight off from his usual patrol work.
He did have to admit he felt much better freshly scrubbed and clean. Aizawa pulled the clothes he had set out previously on and stretched, looking closely at himself in the mirror. He rubbed a hand over his stubble, grimacing, and pondered shaving for all of four seconds before grunting in dismissal. Instead he reached into the drawer and pulled out a ridiculously bright, purple scrunchie with cat pawprints on it to tie his hair back with.
There. He'd done his part to look festive. Now for his girlfriend - she had to be around here somewhere.
Elly was in the first place he looked, the bedroom. Before he turned on the light he saw her silhouette, illuminated from behind from the thin glow of light slipping through the closed blinds. She was stretched fully out on the bed with her tail flicking absently in the air. He smiled and snapped the switch.
She turned only her head to grin back at him rather like her namesake, her fangs showing as she watched his eyebrows raise. He hopped up beside her rather quickly, reaching out to tug at the bow around her neck.
"Is this my gift, then?"
She chuckled and lashed him once across the chest, gently, with her striped tail. "Happy birthday."
Aizawa looked her over more closely, his breathing growing hoarse as he saw how she was dressed. She had her paw boots and gloves on with a furry bikini set that matched her colors. The bow doubled as a collar with a large bell dangling from her throat. She rolled over, the bell jingling musically, and handed him an envelope she had been concealing with her gloves.
He opened it, slipping a printed piece of paper out. It looked official, had her name written in several places with lines for him to sign and a pawprint seal with a heart at the bottom.
He paused.
Stared at her with a slight blush on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose.
"<i>Adoption papers?</i>"
"You want to keep me, don't you?"
"Of course." She watched with an overwhelming amount of love in her heart as his gray eyes softened when he read the entire thing. He signed, set them on the nightstand and then held his arms out to her.
"Work still has that meet up at the bar, but that's later," she told him as she crawled onto his lap much the way a domestic cat would. "We have a few long hours all to ourselves until then."
He stroked her back silently for a few minutes, palming the length of her tail and listening to her purr.
At last he buried his face in her hair with a huge sigh. "You little fool," he murmured with the hint of a catch in his voice. "Was it really necessary to add all that extra in?"
Elly smiled quietly to herself and hugged him tight. She had spent a good amount of time wording everything exactly.
"Yeah. I think it was. I don't tell you often enough how much I love and appreciate you. In most respects, I really was wandering around aimlessly until I found you."
"Can I unwrap my gift now?" His lips twitched in a mischievous grin.
"It's your birthday, handsome. Just don't tear into it too hard." She chuckled wickedly.
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Elly stared incredulously at her phone as she sat at her desk in the communal lounge. A small squeak slipped out of her tightly closed throat and Mic wandered over, frowning a little.
"Hey hey, pretty lady! How's it goin' babe." He bent over at the waist and took a peek at what she was looking at. "Hmm. Oh, hey! Didja post that pic on the hero reddit thingy?"
"Yeaaah," she said slowly, her ears folding back a little. She set the phone down and leaned her head back. "My anonymous account. They downvoted the shit out of it. No responses. Just downvotes and a few ups, barely any."
"Whaa?" He poked his glasses down on his nose to stare at her. "Wait, I literally saw a blurry photo of 'All Might' getting coffee that coulda' freakin' been anyone get thousands of likes."
"It's me," she told him miserably. "Whenever I try to post or do anything positive, it incites negativity. I give up. If I keep trying and hanging in there it will only get worse like it always does. It's not worth it anymore."
He kissed her on the cheek, inciting a disgusted sigh from Aizawa who was hunched over his seat trying very hard to ignore them. "No, babe - you're wonderful. I will admit that you seem to have bad freakin' luck, though."
"I have you. I guess I used all it up all at once on you." She smiled crookedly at him and his eyes lit up.
"Awww! Best. Girlfriend. Ever." He gave her a little wave as he walked back to class, chanting it under his breath like a mantra.
The rest of the day went without any distractions. Elly cleaned up and changed when she got home first, and Hizashi ambled in a couple hours later, as usual. They exchanged kisses and she opened up their laptop to mess around while he showered.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, freshly scrubbed with his hair messily scrunched up in a damp towel, she was still slumped over the screen.
"What's up, baby? You're like, obsessed with that today."
"I got my responses," she said flatly.
"Uh oh."
"Yeah... it was on one of my old blogs."
Hizashi peered over her shoulder at the glowing screen. "Ah, the ones I suggested ya dump 'cause of social media strain?"
"Uh huh."
He had been reading a few of the messages while absently drying his hair. The towel slipped from his fingers and he let it fall around his shoulders when he saw how bad the posts got.
They were horrible - non-constructive critiques of her paintings she had done awhile back. She had created from what she knew and loved: a still painting of Mic's neck speakers, one of his sunglasses on the table beside a vase of flowers. Things like that.
The problem was she was being torn apart for her subject material. The people labeled her a "fan artist", and she was made fun of for it. The last on screen was from some anonymous poster that had called her a few choice names and then told her that, besides her art being bad she was an "ugly old chick" that would "never even see Present Mic in person, so quit painting shit like you live together".
Most of them were like that, really.
Hizashi winced, but then shook his head dismissively, wet locks slapping his cheeks as he moved. "Don't let those assholes get you down, 'cause you know they're jealous. Whatever they say, however much they protest, why else they gotta tell you so much bad crap about y'self that isn't true?" He paused to roll his eyes at the last one. "This one is especially freakin' ridiculous. You can paint whatever ya want. Hey..."
"Mmn?"
"You don't use these at all now, right? An' all your usernames are different?"
She perked her ears. "Yeah..?"
He grinned wickedly. "I've got an idea."
The next time people logged in to troll her blogs they were treated to a bold link up top, directing them away since she was closing these off for good. The link opened onto her twitter account, specifically a tweet with a very nice photo of her and Hizashi in their costumes. They were posed in front of their computer showing her blog and holding a couple of the paintings, proving it had been her all along.
Hizashi retweeted it on his official Present Mic handle as well. He had the biggest, most smug grin on his face, reaching from ear to ear as he pointed to his favorite.
"Hey hey, pretty lady! How's it goin' babe." He bent over at the waist and took a peek at what she was looking at. "Hmm. Oh, hey! Didja post that pic on the hero reddit thingy?"
"Yeaaah," she said slowly, her ears folding back a little. She set the phone down and leaned her head back. "My anonymous account. They downvoted the shit out of it. No responses. Just downvotes and a few ups, barely any."
"Whaa?" He poked his glasses down on his nose to stare at her. "Wait, I literally saw a blurry photo of 'All Might' getting coffee that coulda' freakin' been anyone get thousands of likes."
"It's me," she told him miserably. "Whenever I try to post or do anything positive, it incites negativity. I give up. If I keep trying and hanging in there it will only get worse like it always does. It's not worth it anymore."
He kissed her on the cheek, inciting a disgusted sigh from Aizawa who was hunched over his seat trying very hard to ignore them. "No, babe - you're wonderful. I will admit that you seem to have bad freakin' luck, though."
"I have you. I guess I used all it up all at once on you." She smiled crookedly at him and his eyes lit up.
"Awww! Best. Girlfriend. Ever." He gave her a little wave as he walked back to class, chanting it under his breath like a mantra.
The rest of the day went without any distractions. Elly cleaned up and changed when she got home first, and Hizashi ambled in a couple hours later, as usual. They exchanged kisses and she opened up their laptop to mess around while he showered.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, freshly scrubbed with his hair messily scrunched up in a damp towel, she was still slumped over the screen.
"What's up, baby? You're like, obsessed with that today."
"I got my responses," she said flatly.
"Uh oh."
"Yeah... it was on one of my old blogs."
Hizashi peered over her shoulder at the glowing screen. "Ah, the ones I suggested ya dump 'cause of social media strain?"
"Uh huh."
He had been reading a few of the messages while absently drying his hair. The towel slipped from his fingers and he let it fall around his shoulders when he saw how bad the posts got.
They were horrible - non-constructive critiques of her paintings she had done awhile back. She had created from what she knew and loved: a still painting of Mic's neck speakers, one of his sunglasses on the table beside a vase of flowers. Things like that.
The problem was she was being torn apart for her subject material. The people labeled her a "fan artist", and she was made fun of for it. The last on screen was from some anonymous poster that had called her a few choice names and then told her that, besides her art being bad she was an "ugly old chick" that would "never even see Present Mic in person, so quit painting shit like you live together".
Most of them were like that, really.
Hizashi winced, but then shook his head dismissively, wet locks slapping his cheeks as he moved. "Don't let those assholes get you down, 'cause you know they're jealous. Whatever they say, however much they protest, why else they gotta tell you so much bad crap about y'self that isn't true?" He paused to roll his eyes at the last one. "This one is especially freakin' ridiculous. You can paint whatever ya want. Hey..."
"Mmn?"
"You don't use these at all now, right? An' all your usernames are different?"
She perked her ears. "Yeah..?"
He grinned wickedly. "I've got an idea."
The next time people logged in to troll her blogs they were treated to a bold link up top, directing them away since she was closing these off for good. The link opened onto her twitter account, specifically a tweet with a very nice photo of her and Hizashi in their costumes. They were posed in front of their computer showing her blog and holding a couple of the paintings, proving it had been her all along.
Hizashi retweeted it on his official Present Mic handle as well. He had the biggest, most smug grin on his face, reaching from ear to ear as he pointed to his favorite.
No Touchy
Hizashi usually tied his hair back in some fashion when he went out. He even did this at home due to the sheer amount he had.
Tonight, however, was different.
He had left the massive tresses laying down about his shoulders and back. They glowed gold in the warm light of the bar where he was relaxing with a beer. People were milling about, chatting and laughing all around him. Comfortably clad in his soft khakis and red tank and black button down combo, he sat twirling his red beaded bracelet as he stared into the bubbles in his drink.
He had only been there a few minutes when he felt a hand on his head.
"Augh!" Wide-eyed, he turned his head sharply to see a woman, possibly in her early thirties, who stood close beside him with her hand outstretched. "I'm sorry, am I in the way or..?"
"Oh, no," she giggled loudly. "I was just admiring your hair. It's <i>gorgeous</i>."
He blinked, his mind struggling to process the fact that a complete stranger thought it was okay to do such a thing. She must have taken his shocked silence for consent, because she reached out and ran her hands through his hair again. "Wow. It's so shiny..."
Hizashi grimaced and moved his head away. "Please don't."
"It's a compliment," she sniffed.
"No." He turned away, but soon felt her touch again. "Look, lady, I'm <i>not fuckin' around</i>!"
"Well! You should be flattered to get this attention. I'm just admiring it."
He sighed and placed a hand over his face. "You can do that without touching."
"Really," she scoffed. "You could at least be nice about -"
She got no farther but suddenly flinched wildly back as her wrist was caught in a vice-like grip from out of nowhere. As she watched, her eyes huge in sudden fright, her hand was forcibly removed from the blond man's hair and returned to her side. She didn't fight it and felt no pain, but it had been a <i>very</i> firm grasp. She was also pushed out of the way as if someone had walked between them.
"What's happening?!"
"You're <i>leaving him alone</i> like he asked you to," a grim voice hissed inches away.
"But I didn't do anything!"
"I warned ya," Hizashi shrugged. "How would you feel if some lady started touching your boyfriend's hair?"
"B - boyfriend?"
There was a ripple in the air, and Cheshire slowly shimmered into visibility next to him. One of her arms was wrapped possesively around his waist as well as her double-tipped tail. Her ears were laid flat and her fangs bared.
Yet her eyes were the worst; all color had leeched from the pupils and they shone with a malevolent whiteness.
"You sexually harassed my boyfriend and continued to do it after he told you to stop."
"He didn't tell me he had a -"
"He didn't need to. No means no, stop means <i>stop</i>. That's fucking it. No. Stop. Complete sentence. And it's not a compliment just because he's a man and you're a woman, <i>it's still harassment</i>."
"S'okay now, babe," Hizashi murmured, squeezing her arm. She growled angrily despite his soothing voice and he raised his eyebrows at the touchy woman. "I'd suggest you apologize as sincerely as you can."
"I - I'm very sorry," she stammered. Had she known his girlfriend was the Insanity Hero she never would have approached him, let alone push farther. "I was a little, uh, drunk. I won't try anything like that ever again."
"Now would be a good time to leave," he said mildly. The woman hastily grabbed her purse and fled.
"Zashi..."
"<i>Babe</i>," he warned gently.
The cat woman's eyes drained of that terrible glow and her pupils showed again at the sound of his voice. However, her lips pressed together in an angry thin line and she huffed out her nose. She was clearly still fuming.
"Shhh, baby. <i>No</i>." His hand stroked hers and he hummed under his breath, her favorite sound in the world that he reserved for special occasions. "It's all better. Sit with me."
Elly's tail thumped heavily on the ground but she let him guide her onto his knee.
"There you go." He smiled sweetly. "Let's just get our food an' go, huh? Then you can play with my hair all you want." He leaned towards her and added in a much lower tone, "Or, yanno, I could play with <i>you</i> with my hair down."
She gulped and nodded, blushing a little.
"That's my girl," he grinned.
Tonight, however, was different.
He had left the massive tresses laying down about his shoulders and back. They glowed gold in the warm light of the bar where he was relaxing with a beer. People were milling about, chatting and laughing all around him. Comfortably clad in his soft khakis and red tank and black button down combo, he sat twirling his red beaded bracelet as he stared into the bubbles in his drink.
He had only been there a few minutes when he felt a hand on his head.
"Augh!" Wide-eyed, he turned his head sharply to see a woman, possibly in her early thirties, who stood close beside him with her hand outstretched. "I'm sorry, am I in the way or..?"
"Oh, no," she giggled loudly. "I was just admiring your hair. It's <i>gorgeous</i>."
He blinked, his mind struggling to process the fact that a complete stranger thought it was okay to do such a thing. She must have taken his shocked silence for consent, because she reached out and ran her hands through his hair again. "Wow. It's so shiny..."
Hizashi grimaced and moved his head away. "Please don't."
"It's a compliment," she sniffed.
"No." He turned away, but soon felt her touch again. "Look, lady, I'm <i>not fuckin' around</i>!"
"Well! You should be flattered to get this attention. I'm just admiring it."
He sighed and placed a hand over his face. "You can do that without touching."
"Really," she scoffed. "You could at least be nice about -"
She got no farther but suddenly flinched wildly back as her wrist was caught in a vice-like grip from out of nowhere. As she watched, her eyes huge in sudden fright, her hand was forcibly removed from the blond man's hair and returned to her side. She didn't fight it and felt no pain, but it had been a <i>very</i> firm grasp. She was also pushed out of the way as if someone had walked between them.
"What's happening?!"
"You're <i>leaving him alone</i> like he asked you to," a grim voice hissed inches away.
"But I didn't do anything!"
"I warned ya," Hizashi shrugged. "How would you feel if some lady started touching your boyfriend's hair?"
"B - boyfriend?"
There was a ripple in the air, and Cheshire slowly shimmered into visibility next to him. One of her arms was wrapped possesively around his waist as well as her double-tipped tail. Her ears were laid flat and her fangs bared.
Yet her eyes were the worst; all color had leeched from the pupils and they shone with a malevolent whiteness.
"You sexually harassed my boyfriend and continued to do it after he told you to stop."
"He didn't tell me he had a -"
"He didn't need to. No means no, stop means <i>stop</i>. That's fucking it. No. Stop. Complete sentence. And it's not a compliment just because he's a man and you're a woman, <i>it's still harassment</i>."
"S'okay now, babe," Hizashi murmured, squeezing her arm. She growled angrily despite his soothing voice and he raised his eyebrows at the touchy woman. "I'd suggest you apologize as sincerely as you can."
"I - I'm very sorry," she stammered. Had she known his girlfriend was the Insanity Hero she never would have approached him, let alone push farther. "I was a little, uh, drunk. I won't try anything like that ever again."
"Now would be a good time to leave," he said mildly. The woman hastily grabbed her purse and fled.
"Zashi..."
"<i>Babe</i>," he warned gently.
The cat woman's eyes drained of that terrible glow and her pupils showed again at the sound of his voice. However, her lips pressed together in an angry thin line and she huffed out her nose. She was clearly still fuming.
"Shhh, baby. <i>No</i>." His hand stroked hers and he hummed under his breath, her favorite sound in the world that he reserved for special occasions. "It's all better. Sit with me."
Elly's tail thumped heavily on the ground but she let him guide her onto his knee.
"There you go." He smiled sweetly. "Let's just get our food an' go, huh? Then you can play with my hair all you want." He leaned towards her and added in a much lower tone, "Or, yanno, I could play with <i>you</i> with my hair down."
She gulped and nodded, blushing a little.
"That's my girl," he grinned.
Sunday, December 1, 2019
It all Started with the Mustache
"Is it weird that I want to kind of, I don't know, taste it?" Elly was whispering off to one side in the teacher's lounge to Midnight.
"Oof. I'd say no..." She paused as Present Mic walked by and raised her voice ever so slightly. "But your choice in men is confusing to me. Yamada? Really? You want to nibble on his..."
"Kayama!"
She cackled wickedly and strode off.
Mic was left staring dumbfounded at the Insanity Hero. "Hey, can we talk?"
Her ears drooped. Uh oh. "Yes, I guess we should."
They walked off into a corner of the lounge, but soon realized they would need more privacy. He pointed at a closet nearby and they slipped inside.
"I'm sorry, Mic," she sighed. "That was unprofessional of me."
"Eh? That's not what I wanted to talk about."
"No?" She frowned, confused.
"Oh, no. I, uh, wanted to know... you want to nibble on my what exactly?" He pulled her close, his gloved hands warm through her bodysuit. He had poked his orange-tinted sunglasses down so he could squint wickedly at her. His green-gold eyes whirled mesmerizingly.
"Mustache," she squeaked. She was reeling, her senses overloaded by his scent, touch, and sound.
"Really?" He seemed surprised. "That's kinda hot. Here, go for it." He bent down until he was close enough for her to reach, twisting slightly so their speakers wouldn't bump. Hers was currently invisible, but he knew it was there.
"Wh - whaaat?"
"G'head. Get a little taste, then I'll return the favor." His tongue slipped out and wet his lips seductively, running along his teeth as he whispered.
Elly almost fainted. "Mic..."
"You want me, Ches?"
It was too much. His low, throbbing voice combined with just the hint of him grazing his hips on hers made her lose control. She whimpered and nuzzled the little points with her lips, closing her eyes as she did.
"Aaaahhh," he moaned. "Shit. You ready for my turn, baby?"
She couldn't stay still. His hands were all over her, sliding over curves and gripping just tightly enough in all the right places. He squeezed and caressed while his mouth met hers in a passionate kiss that was curiously gentle. They would have kept at it for much longer, too, but Mic's neck speaker was quite cumbersome and they banged into each other's gear when they tried to press closer together.
"Whoops," she murmured faintly.
"Nmm. Yeah, school's not the right place for this kinda thing, anyway, yeah?" He straightened and brushed at his pants with a comical grimace. "Erk."
The cat woman's mouth twitched in a sly smile as she glanced down at the strained bulge at his crotch. "You were the one that picked an all-leather outfit," she reminded him.
"I know," he whined anxiously, rolling his eyes. "It sucks. I'm sweatin' in the heat, freezin' in the cold and - h- hey!"
She looked up from where she was carefully unfastening the belt buckle at his waist. "You can't go out there like this."
"But - but - but..!" He wheezed and grasped her wrist lightning-quick before she could reach inside. "Ches, babe, I'm like, hard an' horny as hell, yeah. But I'm also fuckin' madly in love with you an' this is too fast!"
Her mouth dropped open. "M - Mic? Hizashi?"
"M'sorry, wanna wait. Please, I wanna get to know you better. I can't ruin this. I pushed things, my fault, I'm stupid!"
"You said..." Her eyes filled with tears as he watched in horror.
"Ohmigod," he choked. "I'm sorry, please don't cry!" Mic bent down once more to wipe the tears off her cheeks.
She stared into his eyes so intensely that he blinked. "Did you mean it?"
"Wh - whaaa?"
Hizashi Yamada was an intelligent man, despite what most people thought of him. He knew his cheerful mannerisms and slang made him seem less smart, but he stayed true to himself and acted how he chose, not letting others dictate his life.
Right now, his brain was overwhelmed. Not because it was inadequate to the task at hand, but because his heart was jumbling up his thoughts. He struggled to remember what he had said, his brow drawn up so tight his forehead looked pinched.
Holy shit, I confessed to her!
He dropped to his knees, his belt buckle jingling and adding musical accompaniment to the zippers on his jacket.
"I love you," he husked, his voice raspy due to his throat nervously closing up. He tried to continue, to add more and talk freely like he always did. But this meant so much and he felt so strongly all he could do was bite his lower lip and smile sheepishly up at her.
"I made the Voice Hero lose his voice," she marveled, trembling. "Did - did I..?"
He nodded, biting and grinning harder.
"Oh, Mic!" She flung her arms around his neck, laughing happily. "I love you, too!"
"Thank god," he gasped, hugging her back. "We started off way too hot 'n heavy, babe, but it worked out, huh?"
"Yes. I'm glad... and thank you for wanting to go slower. I'm okay with that. As long as I still get kisses, of course." She blushed a little.
"I wouldn't be able to hold those in," he said solemnly.
They heard some chairs scraping and the others started to mill around. "Can we - how are we getting out without..?"
"I've got class in three minutes," he groaned. "Let's just do it."
She took a deep breath and opened the door. All Might and Midnight happened to be nearest to them, and they glanced up as the two fell out of the closet.
"Oh, hey, Cheshire," Midnight smirked. "I see you were having an alternative snack today."
Yagi's sunken eyes grew darker and he backpedaled quickly, coughing harshly. "Mic! Your outfit..!"
"Huh?" Hizashi looked down at himself and froze, his eyes huge and a deep blush flooding up from his neck. His belt was still half undone, flapping in the wind.
Midnight pursed her lips as Elly leaped in front of him. Mic fumbled with the buckle, fully embarrassed, while the skeletal man who had caught the wardrobe malfunction hacked up blood into a very shaky hand.
"Oof. I'd say no..." She paused as Present Mic walked by and raised her voice ever so slightly. "But your choice in men is confusing to me. Yamada? Really? You want to nibble on his..."
"Kayama!"
She cackled wickedly and strode off.
Mic was left staring dumbfounded at the Insanity Hero. "Hey, can we talk?"
Her ears drooped. Uh oh. "Yes, I guess we should."
They walked off into a corner of the lounge, but soon realized they would need more privacy. He pointed at a closet nearby and they slipped inside.
"I'm sorry, Mic," she sighed. "That was unprofessional of me."
"Eh? That's not what I wanted to talk about."
"No?" She frowned, confused.
"Oh, no. I, uh, wanted to know... you want to nibble on my what exactly?" He pulled her close, his gloved hands warm through her bodysuit. He had poked his orange-tinted sunglasses down so he could squint wickedly at her. His green-gold eyes whirled mesmerizingly.
"Mustache," she squeaked. She was reeling, her senses overloaded by his scent, touch, and sound.
"Really?" He seemed surprised. "That's kinda hot. Here, go for it." He bent down until he was close enough for her to reach, twisting slightly so their speakers wouldn't bump. Hers was currently invisible, but he knew it was there.
"Wh - whaaat?"
"G'head. Get a little taste, then I'll return the favor." His tongue slipped out and wet his lips seductively, running along his teeth as he whispered.
Elly almost fainted. "Mic..."
"You want me, Ches?"
It was too much. His low, throbbing voice combined with just the hint of him grazing his hips on hers made her lose control. She whimpered and nuzzled the little points with her lips, closing her eyes as she did.
"Aaaahhh," he moaned. "Shit. You ready for my turn, baby?"
She couldn't stay still. His hands were all over her, sliding over curves and gripping just tightly enough in all the right places. He squeezed and caressed while his mouth met hers in a passionate kiss that was curiously gentle. They would have kept at it for much longer, too, but Mic's neck speaker was quite cumbersome and they banged into each other's gear when they tried to press closer together.
"Whoops," she murmured faintly.
"Nmm. Yeah, school's not the right place for this kinda thing, anyway, yeah?" He straightened and brushed at his pants with a comical grimace. "Erk."
The cat woman's mouth twitched in a sly smile as she glanced down at the strained bulge at his crotch. "You were the one that picked an all-leather outfit," she reminded him.
"I know," he whined anxiously, rolling his eyes. "It sucks. I'm sweatin' in the heat, freezin' in the cold and - h- hey!"
She looked up from where she was carefully unfastening the belt buckle at his waist. "You can't go out there like this."
"But - but - but..!" He wheezed and grasped her wrist lightning-quick before she could reach inside. "Ches, babe, I'm like, hard an' horny as hell, yeah. But I'm also fuckin' madly in love with you an' this is too fast!"
Her mouth dropped open. "M - Mic? Hizashi?"
"M'sorry, wanna wait. Please, I wanna get to know you better. I can't ruin this. I pushed things, my fault, I'm stupid!"
"You said..." Her eyes filled with tears as he watched in horror.
"Ohmigod," he choked. "I'm sorry, please don't cry!" Mic bent down once more to wipe the tears off her cheeks.
She stared into his eyes so intensely that he blinked. "Did you mean it?"
"Wh - whaaa?"
Hizashi Yamada was an intelligent man, despite what most people thought of him. He knew his cheerful mannerisms and slang made him seem less smart, but he stayed true to himself and acted how he chose, not letting others dictate his life.
Right now, his brain was overwhelmed. Not because it was inadequate to the task at hand, but because his heart was jumbling up his thoughts. He struggled to remember what he had said, his brow drawn up so tight his forehead looked pinched.
Holy shit, I confessed to her!
He dropped to his knees, his belt buckle jingling and adding musical accompaniment to the zippers on his jacket.
"I love you," he husked, his voice raspy due to his throat nervously closing up. He tried to continue, to add more and talk freely like he always did. But this meant so much and he felt so strongly all he could do was bite his lower lip and smile sheepishly up at her.
"I made the Voice Hero lose his voice," she marveled, trembling. "Did - did I..?"
He nodded, biting and grinning harder.
"Oh, Mic!" She flung her arms around his neck, laughing happily. "I love you, too!"
"Thank god," he gasped, hugging her back. "We started off way too hot 'n heavy, babe, but it worked out, huh?"
"Yes. I'm glad... and thank you for wanting to go slower. I'm okay with that. As long as I still get kisses, of course." She blushed a little.
"I wouldn't be able to hold those in," he said solemnly.
They heard some chairs scraping and the others started to mill around. "Can we - how are we getting out without..?"
"I've got class in three minutes," he groaned. "Let's just do it."
She took a deep breath and opened the door. All Might and Midnight happened to be nearest to them, and they glanced up as the two fell out of the closet.
"Oh, hey, Cheshire," Midnight smirked. "I see you were having an alternative snack today."
Yagi's sunken eyes grew darker and he backpedaled quickly, coughing harshly. "Mic! Your outfit..!"
"Huh?" Hizashi looked down at himself and froze, his eyes huge and a deep blush flooding up from his neck. His belt was still half undone, flapping in the wind.
Midnight pursed her lips as Elly leaped in front of him. Mic fumbled with the buckle, fully embarrassed, while the skeletal man who had caught the wardrobe malfunction hacked up blood into a very shaky hand.
Flirt Wars
Herbal Remedy (shota)
"What do you need?" Aizawa asked. He turned to face the shiny dome of his colleague's full helmet, rubbing at his neck.
"I've been having trouble sleeping," Thirteen confessed to the disheveled homeroom teacher. "Everyone suggested I - well, come to you."
He grunted in a noncommittal fashion and began rummaging through his capture weapon.
At this point Elly wandered over and leaned against the wall where they were standing. "Hi, Thirteen."
They waved at each other.
"Here," he said, pulling out a small packet that looked like a tea bag. "Brew this warm and drink it..." He didn't get farther, because his hand was attacked by a loudly purring cat woman. Startled, he backed up from Thirteen and wrapped one arm around Elly as she was wobbling about, nuzzling the fingers of his hand that held the tea bag and licking them.
He slowly looked over at the other woman. "Catnip is relaxing to humans but a stimulant to, ah..."
"Cats."
"Yes." The blush from his face had crept down his neck as well and he had a slightly wild look in his eyes. He didn't have to explain why he was carrying the herb as it was obvious, but he <i>did</i> need to explain to the rest of the teachers in the room why Cheshire was a furry, purring puddle in his arms.
Of special interest to all was why on earth she kept nibbling at his fingers.
-
Pickup Lines (zashi)
"Honestly, those pickup lines guys try on us don't work. Ugh." Midnight grumbled, picking up her beer glass from the bar. "We've already decided by the time you try and use one, and they can actually ruin your chances."
"Izzat true?" Hizashi frowned over at the table where they were headed. Elly and the others were laughing at something and he grinned when he heard her giggling.
"It is for me!" She flopped into her seat and waved her glass around, the amber liquid sloshing dangerously close to the top. "Here, Ches - what do <i>you</i> think about pickup lines?"
"Huh?"
"Try one on her, Yamada!"
He blushed but his grin grew even bigger and sat down right beside her. Elly's face was even redder. She choked a little and tried to laugh off her shyness. He picked up her hand and held it to his lips for a moment.
"How about I give you a kiss, baby?" He asked in a low, thrumming voice. "If you don't like it, you can always return it."
Her purple eyes opened wide.
The table erupted moments later in good cheer, whistling and clapping enthusiastically as she threw her arms around his neck for the return kiss, "with interest".
-
"What do you need?" Aizawa asked. He turned to face the shiny dome of his colleague's full helmet, rubbing at his neck.
"I've been having trouble sleeping," Thirteen confessed to the disheveled homeroom teacher. "Everyone suggested I - well, come to you."
He grunted in a noncommittal fashion and began rummaging through his capture weapon.
At this point Elly wandered over and leaned against the wall where they were standing. "Hi, Thirteen."
They waved at each other.
"Here," he said, pulling out a small packet that looked like a tea bag. "Brew this warm and drink it..." He didn't get farther, because his hand was attacked by a loudly purring cat woman. Startled, he backed up from Thirteen and wrapped one arm around Elly as she was wobbling about, nuzzling the fingers of his hand that held the tea bag and licking them.
He slowly looked over at the other woman. "Catnip is relaxing to humans but a stimulant to, ah..."
"Cats."
"Yes." The blush from his face had crept down his neck as well and he had a slightly wild look in his eyes. He didn't have to explain why he was carrying the herb as it was obvious, but he <i>did</i> need to explain to the rest of the teachers in the room why Cheshire was a furry, purring puddle in his arms.
Of special interest to all was why on earth she kept nibbling at his fingers.
-
Pickup Lines (zashi)
"Honestly, those pickup lines guys try on us don't work. Ugh." Midnight grumbled, picking up her beer glass from the bar. "We've already decided by the time you try and use one, and they can actually ruin your chances."
"Izzat true?" Hizashi frowned over at the table where they were headed. Elly and the others were laughing at something and he grinned when he heard her giggling.
"It is for me!" She flopped into her seat and waved her glass around, the amber liquid sloshing dangerously close to the top. "Here, Ches - what do <i>you</i> think about pickup lines?"
"Huh?"
"Try one on her, Yamada!"
He blushed but his grin grew even bigger and sat down right beside her. Elly's face was even redder. She choked a little and tried to laugh off her shyness. He picked up her hand and held it to his lips for a moment.
"How about I give you a kiss, baby?" He asked in a low, thrumming voice. "If you don't like it, you can always return it."
Her purple eyes opened wide.
The table erupted moments later in good cheer, whistling and clapping enthusiastically as she threw her arms around his neck for the return kiss, "with interest".
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