The photo showed Elly and her boyfriend on the street as they had been walking home after meeting up with their friends at the bar. She didn't really remember the night in question, but Aizawa was in the process of reaching for her waist. She had a strange look on her face, possibly because, you know, celebrities aren't always camera-ready.
The internet took the picture and ran wild with it.
@<b>rt346</b>: <i>ewwww @CheshirePro obviously not likin that</i> #metoo #creepy
@<b>smilez4meto</b>: <i>omg i feel sorry for @CheshirePro Look i mean he's touching way too far close to her BUTT that's not right!!!</i> >:( #sexualabuse
@<b>kmuiybuttz</b>: <i>she's like "bruh get AWAY from me" lolol</i>
...and countless others, many tweeting with her name so she saw everything being said about them.
Elly slowly set her phone face down on the kitchen table, one hand massaging her eyes.
"This is ridiculous," she sighed.
She knew that once the mob was released, facts wouldn't even set them straight. The only way she could combat this was by seeming to ignore it, but post content herself that should calm down the small percentage of folks that were invested in this yet able to think for themselves.
"Hey, babe?"
"Hwha?" Aizawa walked into the hallway with his toothbrush in his mouth.
"We're going to need to take a photo of us to put up online. You okay with that?"
He shrugged, nodded, and went back to the bathroom to finish brushing. She heard him spit in the sink and gargle a couple times.
A couple minutes later he was back out in the living room, yawning and scratching at his chest under his t-shirt.
"What do you want me to do?" He blinked blearily at the phone she was holding.
"Oh, heck. I don't know... just smile. I'll smooch your cheek."
The very idea caused a genuine smile to spread across his face, and she took advantage and kissed him softly, grinning herself as she snapped a picture.
@<b>CheshirePro</b>: <i>#SoInLove with my #boyfriend</i> ♡ #love #happy #bestboyfriend
There were, of course, some people that were still unhappy but she was pleased with how she handled it.
Aizawa just chuckled and claimed he got a "free kiss" out of the whole thing.
Friday, October 4, 2019
Monster College - 10
Jackson was a little sad the next day when he had to give way to his alter ego, but they had agreed and this was, after all, <i>his</i> music trip. He hugged Elly one final time backstage before plugging his headset in.
A whirlwind of color and sound later and the blue-skinned Holt was tackling her in mad glee. "I'm back, baby!"
"I know!" She laughed. "We're close to our gig, by the way. Enough time to get ready, though."
"Huh." He glanced around and started flipping through a tablet she handed him, checking the set lists and everything. "So, what, normie-me couldn't give you up until the very last second of our deal?"
"Uh... yes, something like that."
"The sex must've been awesome."
"Holt!"
"What?" He grinned. "I know what I know, right?"
"Don't be jealous?"
"Oh, no. Not at all."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he chuckled lowly. "Besides, you've been checking me out since I showed up. I know what you're thinking."
"Oh yeah? What?"
"You've been with normie-me and now you can't help but wonder what <i>I'll</i> be like."
"<i>Holt!</i>" Elly's face burned so bright red he could see it under the fur.
"I'm in no rush, baby." His smile grew even broader. "I know you thought I was gonna be jealous, but our time will come."
"Uh..." She peered sideways at him, blushing even harder, and to her embarrassment saw he was going to follow up on this train of thought.
Leaning close, he snaked an arm about her waist and whispered into her furry ear. "And I mean that literally. I promise to burn you up, baby." His hair flared as he said this and she gasped.
"<i>Holt!</i>"
"What?"
"It's our - I mean, um. Almost time. Music," she blurted, feeling completely silly but unable to formulate a full sentence.
They absolutely killed it, and would later on learn they got an excellent grade from their professor.
They were tired after several hours of being onstage and behind it, so after a quick meal at a pizza shop they retired to their hotel room.
Elly half expected the rambunctious manster to try and seduce her, but she got a very large surprise. They spent a half an hour or so snuggled up in front of the television and then went to bed early. Her heart was beating quickly as she dressed, thinking he would try something. When she came out and sat on the edge of the bed, however, Holt smiled softly at her.
"All righty." He kissed her on the cheek. "G'night, babe."
Elly stared after him as he rolled himself up in his blanket on the huge couch and closed his eyes. He really was going to sleep.
She smiled, realizing that the two halves of her boyfriend loved her so much that they had overcome certain aspects of their personalities to be with her. Holt was now patient, and Jackson was a little more daring. She could definitely see a future with these men, no matter what life threw their way.
A whirlwind of color and sound later and the blue-skinned Holt was tackling her in mad glee. "I'm back, baby!"
"I know!" She laughed. "We're close to our gig, by the way. Enough time to get ready, though."
"Huh." He glanced around and started flipping through a tablet she handed him, checking the set lists and everything. "So, what, normie-me couldn't give you up until the very last second of our deal?"
"Uh... yes, something like that."
"The sex must've been awesome."
"Holt!"
"What?" He grinned. "I know what I know, right?"
"Don't be jealous?"
"Oh, no. Not at all."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he chuckled lowly. "Besides, you've been checking me out since I showed up. I know what you're thinking."
"Oh yeah? What?"
"You've been with normie-me and now you can't help but wonder what <i>I'll</i> be like."
"<i>Holt!</i>" Elly's face burned so bright red he could see it under the fur.
"I'm in no rush, baby." His smile grew even broader. "I know you thought I was gonna be jealous, but our time will come."
"Uh..." She peered sideways at him, blushing even harder, and to her embarrassment saw he was going to follow up on this train of thought.
Leaning close, he snaked an arm about her waist and whispered into her furry ear. "And I mean that literally. I promise to burn you up, baby." His hair flared as he said this and she gasped.
"<i>Holt!</i>"
"What?"
"It's our - I mean, um. Almost time. Music," she blurted, feeling completely silly but unable to formulate a full sentence.
They absolutely killed it, and would later on learn they got an excellent grade from their professor.
They were tired after several hours of being onstage and behind it, so after a quick meal at a pizza shop they retired to their hotel room.
Elly half expected the rambunctious manster to try and seduce her, but she got a very large surprise. They spent a half an hour or so snuggled up in front of the television and then went to bed early. Her heart was beating quickly as she dressed, thinking he would try something. When she came out and sat on the edge of the bed, however, Holt smiled softly at her.
"All righty." He kissed her on the cheek. "G'night, babe."
Elly stared after him as he rolled himself up in his blanket on the huge couch and closed his eyes. He really was going to sleep.
She smiled, realizing that the two halves of her boyfriend loved her so much that they had overcome certain aspects of their personalities to be with her. Holt was now patient, and Jackson was a little more daring. She could definitely see a future with these men, no matter what life threw their way.
Thursday, September 26, 2019
The Care (Shouta)
"Mic." Aizawa sighed and closed his locker in the teacher's lounge, revealing his friend's face standing beside him. "Ches is quite happy and taken with me. I have no need to resort to your silly bet."
"Oh, yeah? I dare ya to take her breath away. Like, lose control an' be all wibbly an' fainty an' stuff. I bet you can't!"
"You want me to romance Cheshire into a state of unconsciousness." He said it flatly, staring at his friend in disbelief. "At work."
"Yeah. Prove it. You say you feel that way about her, so now put yer money where yer mouth is."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"Put up or shut up," Mic clarified.
He grinned in a disturbing fashion at his friend. "Time me."
7:00 A.M
Classes (and the challenge) begin.
Aizawa texted his girlfriend after he started his class on a short project. Elly walked in a few minutes later, waved to some of the kids and strode over to his desk.
"You wanted to ask me something, Eraser?"
"Yes. Could you take this to Mic's room, please?"
He handed her a piece of paper and smiled at her softly, the kind of smile that was reserved for special moments of his life. She shivered all over, smiling back. "Of course."
The rooms weren't that far apart. After she handed the envelope to the English teacher, he blinked oddly and shook another, smaller one out.
"Uh. It says this is for you, an' yer supposed to read it right now."
Raising an eyebrow, she opened it and saw, carefully written in Aizawa's nearly illegible scrawl:
"Come back and kiss me."
The striped fur on her tail puffed out in all directions and she blushed. "Ah... sorry, Mic. I've got to, um. Go."
Hizashi squinted appraisingly at her when she left.
Scarce believing what he had written, she went back and poked her head in his classroom. The students were busy working on papers and he strolled casually over to the door to meet her. When she poked her head in he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth, a light, open-mouthed brush that nonetheless caused her lips to tingle.
8:00 A.M
Flowers are delivered to her office.
The flower arrangement was gorgeous. It was mostly sprays of her favorite, lavender, with baby's breath for decoration along the edges and purple hydrangea in the middle. It was a fragrant and beautiful masterpiece, and, better yet, was in a planter box. No flowers had been destroyed and they could be kept in their home.
Inside the attached card was the most amazing and adorable photo of her boyfriend she had ever seen. He was blushing grumpily but posing with his hands curled together in heart formation!
The card read "Pull the ribbon."
Elly blinked in confusion at the flowers and tugged at the tiny tab that read, "pull here". What she had thought was only ribbon for decoration fell to her desk and a heart locket spilled out of it. She picked it up with trembling fingers and popped the catch. Inside was a smaller version of the photo in the card on one side and on the other, an inscription.
"And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again"
Elly's lower lip trembled, but she kept herself from crying at the last minute. She took a deep breath and took off her neck gear, carefully clipping the heart to her collar underneath. Then she set the box on one corner of her desk where she could admire it all day until she could bring it back to their apartment.
8:05 A.M
Texts from the heart
Cheshire: I just got the flowers ♡
Cheshire: I don't know what's gotten into you today but baby, I love you so much it hurts right now
Aizawa: Good
Aizawa: Everything is as it should be
Aizawa: and you are my everything
She stared at the texts, her face flaming. She had no idea what had gotten into him, but he was bombarding her with love. This is not to say she didn't like it but she wasn't sure how long she could keep her professional appearance when he kept titillating her.
It buzzed again and she jumped a little.
Aizawa: When you're done staring at your phone look up so I can kiss you.
Startled, she almost dropped the phone. He was standing over her, bent at the waist and grinning. Before she could speak he kissed her on the neck and licked once, lightly, before backing away.
"Meet me in auditorium two in half an hour, okay?"
Still speechless, she nodded.
8:30 A.M
In which Aizawa Shota takes his bets very seriously and pulls absolutely zero punches
She arrived at the appropriate time to see him standing off to the side while his class was spread out working hard again.
He hop-walked over in his mummy sleeping bag, the new one he bought with arms, and held them out for a hug. Elly laughed and held him tight. He knew she loved the bag, calling him a "living teddy bear" when he wore it. As he disliked large, public displays affection she had held back when he wore it at school. The teens were not paying much attention since he had given them a bunch of busywork involving cleaning and prepping their gear. Present Mic had stopped by, ostensibly to talk to them about this topic but also to check their bet.
This was in the curriculum as well, so he had chosen something that fit his plans perfectly. Everything always according to plan, including seducing his girlfriend in plain sight of the other staff and students.
She clung to him as he whispered in her ear. All it took was one more "I love you" - carefully practiced and spoken in English -- before she absolutely melted into those puffy yellow arms, falling limp and trusting him to hold her so she didn't fall.
Mic watched from the sidelines, smirking a little. He was strangely not upset at all about losing the bet.
"Oh, yeah? I dare ya to take her breath away. Like, lose control an' be all wibbly an' fainty an' stuff. I bet you can't!"
"You want me to romance Cheshire into a state of unconsciousness." He said it flatly, staring at his friend in disbelief. "At work."
"Yeah. Prove it. You say you feel that way about her, so now put yer money where yer mouth is."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"Put up or shut up," Mic clarified.
He grinned in a disturbing fashion at his friend. "Time me."
7:00 A.M
Classes (and the challenge) begin.
Aizawa texted his girlfriend after he started his class on a short project. Elly walked in a few minutes later, waved to some of the kids and strode over to his desk.
"You wanted to ask me something, Eraser?"
"Yes. Could you take this to Mic's room, please?"
He handed her a piece of paper and smiled at her softly, the kind of smile that was reserved for special moments of his life. She shivered all over, smiling back. "Of course."
The rooms weren't that far apart. After she handed the envelope to the English teacher, he blinked oddly and shook another, smaller one out.
"Uh. It says this is for you, an' yer supposed to read it right now."
Raising an eyebrow, she opened it and saw, carefully written in Aizawa's nearly illegible scrawl:
"Come back and kiss me."
The striped fur on her tail puffed out in all directions and she blushed. "Ah... sorry, Mic. I've got to, um. Go."
Hizashi squinted appraisingly at her when she left.
Scarce believing what he had written, she went back and poked her head in his classroom. The students were busy working on papers and he strolled casually over to the door to meet her. When she poked her head in he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth, a light, open-mouthed brush that nonetheless caused her lips to tingle.
8:00 A.M
Flowers are delivered to her office.
The flower arrangement was gorgeous. It was mostly sprays of her favorite, lavender, with baby's breath for decoration along the edges and purple hydrangea in the middle. It was a fragrant and beautiful masterpiece, and, better yet, was in a planter box. No flowers had been destroyed and they could be kept in their home.
Inside the attached card was the most amazing and adorable photo of her boyfriend she had ever seen. He was blushing grumpily but posing with his hands curled together in heart formation!
The card read "Pull the ribbon."
Elly blinked in confusion at the flowers and tugged at the tiny tab that read, "pull here". What she had thought was only ribbon for decoration fell to her desk and a heart locket spilled out of it. She picked it up with trembling fingers and popped the catch. Inside was a smaller version of the photo in the card on one side and on the other, an inscription.
"And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again"
Elly's lower lip trembled, but she kept herself from crying at the last minute. She took a deep breath and took off her neck gear, carefully clipping the heart to her collar underneath. Then she set the box on one corner of her desk where she could admire it all day until she could bring it back to their apartment.
8:05 A.M
Texts from the heart
Cheshire: I just got the flowers ♡
Cheshire: I don't know what's gotten into you today but baby, I love you so much it hurts right now
Aizawa: Good
Aizawa: Everything is as it should be
Aizawa: and you are my everything
She stared at the texts, her face flaming. She had no idea what had gotten into him, but he was bombarding her with love. This is not to say she didn't like it but she wasn't sure how long she could keep her professional appearance when he kept titillating her.
It buzzed again and she jumped a little.
Aizawa: When you're done staring at your phone look up so I can kiss you.
Startled, she almost dropped the phone. He was standing over her, bent at the waist and grinning. Before she could speak he kissed her on the neck and licked once, lightly, before backing away.
"Meet me in auditorium two in half an hour, okay?"
Still speechless, she nodded.
8:30 A.M
In which Aizawa Shota takes his bets very seriously and pulls absolutely zero punches
She arrived at the appropriate time to see him standing off to the side while his class was spread out working hard again.
He hop-walked over in his mummy sleeping bag, the new one he bought with arms, and held them out for a hug. Elly laughed and held him tight. He knew she loved the bag, calling him a "living teddy bear" when he wore it. As he disliked large, public displays affection she had held back when he wore it at school. The teens were not paying much attention since he had given them a bunch of busywork involving cleaning and prepping their gear. Present Mic had stopped by, ostensibly to talk to them about this topic but also to check their bet.
This was in the curriculum as well, so he had chosen something that fit his plans perfectly. Everything always according to plan, including seducing his girlfriend in plain sight of the other staff and students.
She clung to him as he whispered in her ear. All it took was one more "I love you" - carefully practiced and spoken in English -- before she absolutely melted into those puffy yellow arms, falling limp and trusting him to hold her so she didn't fall.
Mic watched from the sidelines, smirking a little. He was strangely not upset at all about losing the bet.
The Dare (Hizashi)
"Honestly, Yamada, I thought you two would be history by now." Midnight shrugged carelessly and closed her locker. "Right, Eraser?"
"Leave me out of this," came the flat reply.
"That's just mean," Mic said angrily. "You diss me a lot, Midnight, but you better not be suggestin' I don't treat my babygirl with the best of the best of the <i>best</i> - including romance!"
"Then prove it." She poked him in the chest with a bright red nail. "Make her ab-so-lutely <i>putty</i> in your hands today."
"At school?!"
"Yeah, school. We're all here, so we're witnesses. What's the matter? Can't do it?"
He scowled, slamming the metal door closed on his locker. "Yer on. In fact, freakin' time me. I bet you won't believe it."
<b>7:00 A.M</b>
<i>Classes (and the challenge) begin</i>.
Elly yawned and snapped on the light to her office. Her nose tested the air delicately, detecting the scent of her favorite coffee. A fresh, steaming cup was on her desk from that one place nearby her boyfriend knew she loved. She smiled happily and sat, picking it up and glancing at the name written on it. She expected to see either hers (since he bought it for her) or Mic's, since he had picked it up. The cup had a little heart drawn on it and "<i>Elly Yamada</i>" doodled on it in fanciful script.
She almost dropped the cup.
Then she noticed there was a croissant wrapped up beside it. Stuck underneath was an envelope, which she opened with shaking hands.
<i>I dream about this day, when you and I not only share a home but a name as well ♡</i>
<b>7:05 A.M</b>
<i>Texting a thank you that turns into cuteness overload</i>.
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Aww you made me cry! I love you so much ♡ thank you</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Oh no! No tears!</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey sowwy :c</i>
Elly stifled a girlish giggle. When he started talking like this he knew she thought it was sickeningly adorable. The photo he sent next was him with his forefingers pressed together, blushing and biting his lip. He had pushed his glasses down so she could clearly see his over exaggerated pout.
<b>Mic</b>: <i>but...</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey's babygirl is so pwecious it hurts his widdle heart</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Quit it! You know what that does to me XD</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>awww</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>I'll behave ♡</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Unless you'd rather I not >:)</i>
<b>8:00 A.M</b>
<i>An unexpected gift</i>.
Elly was flipping through her files and paperwork for the day when she noticed a long, thin tube was part of the daily packet on her desk. She rolled the rubber band off and unfurled a decent sized poster of a beautiful night sky in a heart shape. The sky was a rich purple and blue, with all the constellations highlighted.
Puzzled, she saw a date written below and thought back to what it could mean.
When she realized what it was she teared up once more. It was an image of the heavens taken on their first date.
This time she didn't text him; she walked over to his classroom and tapped lightly on the door. His first class of the day was 1-A, and she knew the kids here a little more than the rest of the student body. She didn't want to embarrass them with the sight of their teachers schmoozing in front of them, so she waved Mic into the hallway.
He got up, grinning hugely and motioning for the teenagers to keep working.
"What are you doing, sweetie? I'm dying here - the star chart was beautiful." She hugged him a little harder than usual.
"Aw. It's nothin', I mean... that was the only way I could think of to give you the stars. And the stars were the only thing precious enough that I wanted to give 'em to you."
Elly bit her lip and hid her face in his chest, her knees weakening so much he hastily swept her into his arms. He sighed happily as she struggled to control her emotions, a softly mewing bundle with her tail dangling limply down.
There was the click of a door opening in the otherwise quiet hall and Mic looked up to see the dark haired Midnight tapping a finger on her lips. She winked at him and then shrugged as if to say she accepted her loss. She didn't look particularly upset about it, though.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Leave me out of this," came the flat reply.
"That's just mean," Mic said angrily. "You diss me a lot, Midnight, but you better not be suggestin' I don't treat my babygirl with the best of the best of the <i>best</i> - including romance!"
"Then prove it." She poked him in the chest with a bright red nail. "Make her ab-so-lutely <i>putty</i> in your hands today."
"At school?!"
"Yeah, school. We're all here, so we're witnesses. What's the matter? Can't do it?"
He scowled, slamming the metal door closed on his locker. "Yer on. In fact, freakin' time me. I bet you won't believe it."
<b>7:00 A.M</b>
<i>Classes (and the challenge) begin</i>.
Elly yawned and snapped on the light to her office. Her nose tested the air delicately, detecting the scent of her favorite coffee. A fresh, steaming cup was on her desk from that one place nearby her boyfriend knew she loved. She smiled happily and sat, picking it up and glancing at the name written on it. She expected to see either hers (since he bought it for her) or Mic's, since he had picked it up. The cup had a little heart drawn on it and "<i>Elly Yamada</i>" doodled on it in fanciful script.
She almost dropped the cup.
Then she noticed there was a croissant wrapped up beside it. Stuck underneath was an envelope, which she opened with shaking hands.
<i>I dream about this day, when you and I not only share a home but a name as well ♡</i>
<b>7:05 A.M</b>
<i>Texting a thank you that turns into cuteness overload</i>.
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Aww you made me cry! I love you so much ♡ thank you</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Oh no! No tears!</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey sowwy :c</i>
Elly stifled a girlish giggle. When he started talking like this he knew she thought it was sickeningly adorable. The photo he sent next was him with his forefingers pressed together, blushing and biting his lip. He had pushed his glasses down so she could clearly see his over exaggerated pout.
<b>Mic</b>: <i>but...</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey's babygirl is so pwecious it hurts his widdle heart</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Quit it! You know what that does to me XD</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>awww</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>I'll behave ♡</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Unless you'd rather I not >:)</i>
<b>8:00 A.M</b>
<i>An unexpected gift</i>.
Elly was flipping through her files and paperwork for the day when she noticed a long, thin tube was part of the daily packet on her desk. She rolled the rubber band off and unfurled a decent sized poster of a beautiful night sky in a heart shape. The sky was a rich purple and blue, with all the constellations highlighted.
Puzzled, she saw a date written below and thought back to what it could mean.
When she realized what it was she teared up once more. It was an image of the heavens taken on their first date.
This time she didn't text him; she walked over to his classroom and tapped lightly on the door. His first class of the day was 1-A, and she knew the kids here a little more than the rest of the student body. She didn't want to embarrass them with the sight of their teachers schmoozing in front of them, so she waved Mic into the hallway.
He got up, grinning hugely and motioning for the teenagers to keep working.
"What are you doing, sweetie? I'm dying here - the star chart was beautiful." She hugged him a little harder than usual.
"Aw. It's nothin', I mean... that was the only way I could think of to give you the stars. And the stars were the only thing precious enough that I wanted to give 'em to you."
Elly bit her lip and hid her face in his chest, her knees weakening so much he hastily swept her into his arms. He sighed happily as she struggled to control her emotions, a softly mewing bundle with her tail dangling limply down.
There was the click of a door opening in the otherwise quiet hall and Mic looked up to see the dark haired Midnight tapping a finger on her lips. She winked at him and then shrugged as if to say she accepted her loss. She didn't look particularly upset about it, though.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
Erasernya
He spluttered and coughed, swearing violently and rubbing his eyes. It was no use; the villian had used whatever quirk he had on him. But at least he was going nowhere. His capture weapon had snagged the man securely, binding his arms and legs.
He sighed as he called the police to let them know he had another pickup. "I must be losing my touch to get hit like that."
"You'll be gaining plenty later," the other told him with an evil laugh.
"Shut up."
When the cops came they ran his description through on their computers. Aizawa waited patiently, leaning on the side of one of the cars. Eventually, an officer climbed out.
"Eraserhead?"
"Yeah. Well, who is he?"
"Ahh, he's a copier. Gives you the attributes of the person you have the most DNA hanging about you. Hair, bodily fluids, skin parti - whoa!"
"What." He twitched an ear in irritation and abruptly realized this action wasn't normal for him. His gray eyes widened. "Cheshire!"
"Oh, wow. Yeah. Aren't you two..?"
He gave the man a very calm stare. "How long?"
"Eh?"
"How long is this going to last?"
"A day, tops. Unless he really blasted you. Then maybe two if it's gotten in your bloodstream. It has to slowly wear off."
Aizawa bundled himself in his own weapon to avoid being seen as he slipped back onto campus. He moved silently and used as many dark halls and paths as he could until he was finally unlocking his apartment door.
Elly was inside sipping a cup of coffee and reading as the door clicked open and closed. "You're home super early, dear."
"I'm afraid I had an incident." He hissed in disgust and pulled his thread off, taking his goggles that were inside and hanging them up as well next to the door.
"You okay?" She was on her feet in a moment, but stopped short when she saw him.
Aizawa stood grumpily in front of her, slouched over with his arms crossed and his face like a thundercloud. Two furry, pointed ears stuck out of his mess of unruly hair and a long, dark tail was swishing madly about behind him.
She squeaked faintly as she caught his scent and sat back down. "Oh, Shota. Holy shit." Her hands went to her neck where an evil-looking bite mark stained her skin. "Uh oh."
"I'm going to be stuck like this for two days." He opened his mouth and poked at his teeth. "I already bit my gums seven times on the way here with these sharp canines. And everything smells! How do you put up with ... with..." As he mentioned scents, a new one caught the delicate scent glands under his nose. He trailed off, his body language very different from the irritated man that had entered the house.
Elly tested the air herself, and backed up. "Okay, there's a lot of things going to affect you differently now."
"Yes." The ears swiveled about, focusing on her voice. "I see that."
"Calm down," she said in a soothing tone. "Uh, you forgot my condition..." She pointed at her neck, "and things may spin a bit out of control if we don't -"
He growled low in his throat, his eyes seeming to darken.
Elly managed to tap the call button on her phone with shaking fingers.
"Yeah, hey, what's up." Hizashi was their next door neighbor, and the quickest contact she could think of.
"Hizashi, listen. Shota got hit with a quirk... shit, I don't know how to sum this up fast enough! Talk to Chiyo. Tell her I'm in heat and Sho got changed into my type of anthro. Quick!"
"WHAT?!"
Aizawa pounced.
He knocked her off the couch and onto the floor on her back, his tail waving even more furiously.
She closed her eyes, her chest heaving. "Oh, Sho," she purred loudly. "Wow." Her hands flexed, nails tapping the wooden floor. "God. I can't think..."
"Don't," he advised her shortly, his fangs sunk into her neck causing his voice to be muffled a bit. "I'd prefer if you quickly turn around and let me mount you."
She let out a pleased mew and went limp. "Shota!"
"Why am I irritated with you calling me by name?!"
She nuzzled his throat and he swallowed hard. "Because I'm disrespecting you. Feline males are angry creatures until satiated, milord."
He choked. "My queen!"
"See? Much better, hmm?" She licked his lips and he shook all over.
"R - ridiculous! It's completely idiotic!" He clawed at his hair in frustration. "I despise being controlled by my emotions like this! Nothing makes sense anymore!"
"Please, milord," she purred softly, caressing the side of his stubbled face. "I love you so much."
Aizawa looked down at her laying on her back on the floor, her entire posture submissive and her purple eyes shining with adoration. He pushed away his inhibitions and embraced the irrational desires flooding through his veins. He pressed forward, nipping the other side of her neck. "Roll over."
She complied, arching her back and hitting him in the face with her tail. He had no idea what a sexually arousing thing a tail could be until then. Without thinking when she waved it at him he grabbed it near the base and squeezed in a possessive manner. His other hand reached out, shaking, to tear off her pants. Her underwear came next and she helped, kicking them off and lifting her legs.
His mind was on fire.
He never thought that could be a true feeling, but this experience opened his eyes to the height of willpower draining emotions. Aizawa vaguely heard Elly telling him that if he just gave in to it, it wouldn't be so bad. But he was a stubborn man, wanting everything on his terms, and fought his newfound desires as hard as he could.
When she was in front of him, nude from the waist down, he tried to get up and get away. Some part of him was afraid he would hurt her, because losing control was a terrifying thing and it had never happened to him before.
"Please, I need this as much as you do now," she whimpered.
That's right - the scent driving him insane was her heat. It caused her pain but he had been keeping it in check as a human. Of course he had a different scent now that would inflame her as well.
"Sorry," he gasped roughly. "Hold on, I'll try."
It was as expected; hard and fast and wild. With his first thrust his doubts melted away and he leaned possesively over her, biting at her neck and growling as he moved.
They were at it no more than a couple minutes when was a rapid knocking at the door, and Aizawa snarled with frustration at the disruption, his ears laying back as he showed all his teeth.
"Go," Elly gasped. "But hurry," she pleaded. "Don't leave me for too long."
He nodded and disengaged from her with a moist sound. "Urgh."
Aizawa opened the door without a care in the world, completely nude with his furry ears twitching and the long, black tail swishing about the back of his legs. It was painfully obvious that he had rolled off and out of her seconds before.
Hizashi couldn't help it - he looked.
After that he stood with a frozen expression of sheer horror on his pale features. He held a huge paper bag in both hands and a plastic one dangled from his wrist.
"Hey, Zashi," Aizawa grunted. He sniffed at the bag. "What's this?"
"Supplies," the Voice Hero said faintly. "Groceries. And stuff from Chiyo."
"Oh. Ches called right before... yeah. Thanks."
"No problem." He let the bags be taken from his unmoving arms.
"All right..? I'm gonna just get back to her. She's kind of in a delicate way right now."
Hizashi winced, but said nothing. His friend closed the door on him slowly with a puzzled look on his face.
He couldn't move for several more minutes until he heard loud caterwauling coming from the apartment. He turned on his heel and dashed off so fast he smacked his shin on the stairs nearby. He didn't even feel it until later, and honestly, he was glad he got away before he heard or saw anything else.
He sighed as he called the police to let them know he had another pickup. "I must be losing my touch to get hit like that."
"You'll be gaining plenty later," the other told him with an evil laugh.
"Shut up."
When the cops came they ran his description through on their computers. Aizawa waited patiently, leaning on the side of one of the cars. Eventually, an officer climbed out.
"Eraserhead?"
"Yeah. Well, who is he?"
"Ahh, he's a copier. Gives you the attributes of the person you have the most DNA hanging about you. Hair, bodily fluids, skin parti - whoa!"
"What." He twitched an ear in irritation and abruptly realized this action wasn't normal for him. His gray eyes widened. "Cheshire!"
"Oh, wow. Yeah. Aren't you two..?"
He gave the man a very calm stare. "How long?"
"Eh?"
"How long is this going to last?"
"A day, tops. Unless he really blasted you. Then maybe two if it's gotten in your bloodstream. It has to slowly wear off."
Aizawa bundled himself in his own weapon to avoid being seen as he slipped back onto campus. He moved silently and used as many dark halls and paths as he could until he was finally unlocking his apartment door.
Elly was inside sipping a cup of coffee and reading as the door clicked open and closed. "You're home super early, dear."
"I'm afraid I had an incident." He hissed in disgust and pulled his thread off, taking his goggles that were inside and hanging them up as well next to the door.
"You okay?" She was on her feet in a moment, but stopped short when she saw him.
Aizawa stood grumpily in front of her, slouched over with his arms crossed and his face like a thundercloud. Two furry, pointed ears stuck out of his mess of unruly hair and a long, dark tail was swishing madly about behind him.
She squeaked faintly as she caught his scent and sat back down. "Oh, Shota. Holy shit." Her hands went to her neck where an evil-looking bite mark stained her skin. "Uh oh."
"I'm going to be stuck like this for two days." He opened his mouth and poked at his teeth. "I already bit my gums seven times on the way here with these sharp canines. And everything smells! How do you put up with ... with..." As he mentioned scents, a new one caught the delicate scent glands under his nose. He trailed off, his body language very different from the irritated man that had entered the house.
Elly tested the air herself, and backed up. "Okay, there's a lot of things going to affect you differently now."
"Yes." The ears swiveled about, focusing on her voice. "I see that."
"Calm down," she said in a soothing tone. "Uh, you forgot my condition..." She pointed at her neck, "and things may spin a bit out of control if we don't -"
He growled low in his throat, his eyes seeming to darken.
Elly managed to tap the call button on her phone with shaking fingers.
"Yeah, hey, what's up." Hizashi was their next door neighbor, and the quickest contact she could think of.
"Hizashi, listen. Shota got hit with a quirk... shit, I don't know how to sum this up fast enough! Talk to Chiyo. Tell her I'm in heat and Sho got changed into my type of anthro. Quick!"
"WHAT?!"
Aizawa pounced.
He knocked her off the couch and onto the floor on her back, his tail waving even more furiously.
She closed her eyes, her chest heaving. "Oh, Sho," she purred loudly. "Wow." Her hands flexed, nails tapping the wooden floor. "God. I can't think..."
"Don't," he advised her shortly, his fangs sunk into her neck causing his voice to be muffled a bit. "I'd prefer if you quickly turn around and let me mount you."
She let out a pleased mew and went limp. "Shota!"
"Why am I irritated with you calling me by name?!"
She nuzzled his throat and he swallowed hard. "Because I'm disrespecting you. Feline males are angry creatures until satiated, milord."
He choked. "My queen!"
"See? Much better, hmm?" She licked his lips and he shook all over.
"R - ridiculous! It's completely idiotic!" He clawed at his hair in frustration. "I despise being controlled by my emotions like this! Nothing makes sense anymore!"
"Please, milord," she purred softly, caressing the side of his stubbled face. "I love you so much."
Aizawa looked down at her laying on her back on the floor, her entire posture submissive and her purple eyes shining with adoration. He pushed away his inhibitions and embraced the irrational desires flooding through his veins. He pressed forward, nipping the other side of her neck. "Roll over."
She complied, arching her back and hitting him in the face with her tail. He had no idea what a sexually arousing thing a tail could be until then. Without thinking when she waved it at him he grabbed it near the base and squeezed in a possessive manner. His other hand reached out, shaking, to tear off her pants. Her underwear came next and she helped, kicking them off and lifting her legs.
His mind was on fire.
He never thought that could be a true feeling, but this experience opened his eyes to the height of willpower draining emotions. Aizawa vaguely heard Elly telling him that if he just gave in to it, it wouldn't be so bad. But he was a stubborn man, wanting everything on his terms, and fought his newfound desires as hard as he could.
When she was in front of him, nude from the waist down, he tried to get up and get away. Some part of him was afraid he would hurt her, because losing control was a terrifying thing and it had never happened to him before.
"Please, I need this as much as you do now," she whimpered.
That's right - the scent driving him insane was her heat. It caused her pain but he had been keeping it in check as a human. Of course he had a different scent now that would inflame her as well.
"Sorry," he gasped roughly. "Hold on, I'll try."
It was as expected; hard and fast and wild. With his first thrust his doubts melted away and he leaned possesively over her, biting at her neck and growling as he moved.
They were at it no more than a couple minutes when was a rapid knocking at the door, and Aizawa snarled with frustration at the disruption, his ears laying back as he showed all his teeth.
"Go," Elly gasped. "But hurry," she pleaded. "Don't leave me for too long."
He nodded and disengaged from her with a moist sound. "Urgh."
Aizawa opened the door without a care in the world, completely nude with his furry ears twitching and the long, black tail swishing about the back of his legs. It was painfully obvious that he had rolled off and out of her seconds before.
Hizashi couldn't help it - he looked.
After that he stood with a frozen expression of sheer horror on his pale features. He held a huge paper bag in both hands and a plastic one dangled from his wrist.
"Hey, Zashi," Aizawa grunted. He sniffed at the bag. "What's this?"
"Supplies," the Voice Hero said faintly. "Groceries. And stuff from Chiyo."
"Oh. Ches called right before... yeah. Thanks."
"No problem." He let the bags be taken from his unmoving arms.
"All right..? I'm gonna just get back to her. She's kind of in a delicate way right now."
Hizashi winced, but said nothing. His friend closed the door on him slowly with a puzzled look on his face.
He couldn't move for several more minutes until he heard loud caterwauling coming from the apartment. He turned on his heel and dashed off so fast he smacked his shin on the stairs nearby. He didn't even feel it until later, and honestly, he was glad he got away before he heard or saw anything else.
Yellow Petals (Hanahaki)
Something was terribly wrong.
Elly was at a local clinic that specialized with working on heroes with quirk-activated ailments. The nurses asked questions about recent combatants she came into contact with as well as symptoms. Many heroes came here, when they weren't quite sure if they had a common ailment or something more sinister. Elly was pretty sure she had been hit by a villain's quirk, but no clue what it had done to her.
"Did the villain that struck you tell you what they were doing at any time? Any clues at all?"
She frowned, thinking back on the strange way the woman she fought before she had gotten sick had acted. "No, it didn't make any sense at all. She wasn't really acting out. Um, she did ask if I was in a relationship."
"Hmm. And your symptoms are ..?"
The ticklish feeling that had brought her here was back in her chest. It wasn't allergy season and she didn't have any other cold symptoms, so she was unsure why she kept coughing. The tickle grew, and she held a hand to her mouth to stifle the spread of whatever this was. When the coughing tapered off, she stared in horror at the blood-speckled, yellow petals in her hand.
"I guess these are the symptoms," she said quietly, holding the flowers up before the startled tech's eyes.
The prognosis was grim. The villain was a terrifying quirk user that fulfilled the anime fantasy trope of "hanahaki". This was a disease that filled the lungs of a person that was suffering from unrequited love with flowers until they softly choked to death on their own affection. Elly, being raised American, had never heard of such a horrible thing. She sat in the chair with the now wilting daffodil petals in her hand, shocked and frightened.
"It's not as bad as it sounds," the doctor assured her. "According to the lore, if the person you're in love with reciprocates, you'll be cured. With her quirk, it just means you need to receive a kiss from them."
"But..."
"Yes. It means you have to tell them. Oh, and it must be a, uh, passionate kiss." He cleared his throat. "You know."
She struggled for a while at work, but knew she couldn't hide her malady for long. The good thing was she worked in a separate office so could hide when every time she had a coughing fit.
After a few days she could barely breathe and she started to get scared. As she was trying to figure out what to do, she saw a shadow outside her door and knew homeroom 1-A's teacher passed by every day at about this time. She stumbled to the door and opened it.
"Aizawa, may I speak with you for a - " She couldn't get any farther before she began coughing, the flowers forcing their way up her throat to be hacked out into the air with great force. The dark haired man stared blankly at the yellow petals raining down all around her and quickly stepped inside and shut the door.
"How long?" He snapped at her, shaking her shoulder as she floated in and out of conciousness. "Ches! This is important!"
"Few days," she gasped feebly.
"A few days! You're almost out of time! That villain's quirk is easily remedied. What were you thinking?!"
She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.
"Embarrassment is no excuse," he told her sternly. "It was very illogical to wait this long. Now we have to find the person and hope they're amenable to the cure."
She shook her head again.
"Damn it, you little fool!" He picked her up and sat her on the edge of her desk, hos gray eyes serious and his mouth a thin line in his fury. "Tell me right now who the asshole is you've fallen in love with so you can be healed!"
She suddenly smiled, a very soft, pathetic smile that nearly broke his heart...
...and slowly shook her head before collapsing on her side onto a pile of bloody flowers she had coughed up earlier.
"Ches!" He swore loudly, panic causing his heart to leap into his throat. If she was this far gone, it was probably too late. She would die for the most ridiculous reason he could think of.
It offended him.
It hurt him.
He pushed aside the nagging doubts in his head and pulled her up to him, holding her tight. "You don't deserve this," he told her brokenly. "It's not right."
Aizawa gently kissed her, pressing only lightly and caressing the back of her neck with one hand. He tasted the salt of her tears and faint flavor of coppery blood on her lips and whimpered in anguish.
Not Cheshire. Please, of all the people I've lost along the way - not her. Please!
He deepened the kiss without thinking, adding his tears to her own and praying for the impossible.
Elly drew in a loud, gasping breath, her eyes popping wide open. She blinked, dazed, but with color returning to her pale cheeks. Her breathing was slow and even, with no funny wheezes or hitching.
"It was me," he murmured, unable to believe the sheer luck that she was healed. "You - you didn't want to tell me."
"Yes. But I got too scared at the last minute. I didn't want to be alone."
"Sh - shit, Ches, I..."
"Just hold me," she said weakly. "You're warm, and I love the way you smell and the feel of your arms around me."
"Yes."
"Don't let go," she whispered.
His grip tightened in response.
Elly was at a local clinic that specialized with working on heroes with quirk-activated ailments. The nurses asked questions about recent combatants she came into contact with as well as symptoms. Many heroes came here, when they weren't quite sure if they had a common ailment or something more sinister. Elly was pretty sure she had been hit by a villain's quirk, but no clue what it had done to her.
"Did the villain that struck you tell you what they were doing at any time? Any clues at all?"
She frowned, thinking back on the strange way the woman she fought before she had gotten sick had acted. "No, it didn't make any sense at all. She wasn't really acting out. Um, she did ask if I was in a relationship."
"Hmm. And your symptoms are ..?"
The ticklish feeling that had brought her here was back in her chest. It wasn't allergy season and she didn't have any other cold symptoms, so she was unsure why she kept coughing. The tickle grew, and she held a hand to her mouth to stifle the spread of whatever this was. When the coughing tapered off, she stared in horror at the blood-speckled, yellow petals in her hand.
"I guess these are the symptoms," she said quietly, holding the flowers up before the startled tech's eyes.
The prognosis was grim. The villain was a terrifying quirk user that fulfilled the anime fantasy trope of "hanahaki". This was a disease that filled the lungs of a person that was suffering from unrequited love with flowers until they softly choked to death on their own affection. Elly, being raised American, had never heard of such a horrible thing. She sat in the chair with the now wilting daffodil petals in her hand, shocked and frightened.
"It's not as bad as it sounds," the doctor assured her. "According to the lore, if the person you're in love with reciprocates, you'll be cured. With her quirk, it just means you need to receive a kiss from them."
"But..."
"Yes. It means you have to tell them. Oh, and it must be a, uh, passionate kiss." He cleared his throat. "You know."
She struggled for a while at work, but knew she couldn't hide her malady for long. The good thing was she worked in a separate office so could hide when every time she had a coughing fit.
After a few days she could barely breathe and she started to get scared. As she was trying to figure out what to do, she saw a shadow outside her door and knew homeroom 1-A's teacher passed by every day at about this time. She stumbled to the door and opened it.
"Aizawa, may I speak with you for a - " She couldn't get any farther before she began coughing, the flowers forcing their way up her throat to be hacked out into the air with great force. The dark haired man stared blankly at the yellow petals raining down all around her and quickly stepped inside and shut the door.
"How long?" He snapped at her, shaking her shoulder as she floated in and out of conciousness. "Ches! This is important!"
"Few days," she gasped feebly.
"A few days! You're almost out of time! That villain's quirk is easily remedied. What were you thinking?!"
She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.
"Embarrassment is no excuse," he told her sternly. "It was very illogical to wait this long. Now we have to find the person and hope they're amenable to the cure."
She shook her head again.
"Damn it, you little fool!" He picked her up and sat her on the edge of her desk, hos gray eyes serious and his mouth a thin line in his fury. "Tell me right now who the asshole is you've fallen in love with so you can be healed!"
She suddenly smiled, a very soft, pathetic smile that nearly broke his heart...
...and slowly shook her head before collapsing on her side onto a pile of bloody flowers she had coughed up earlier.
"Ches!" He swore loudly, panic causing his heart to leap into his throat. If she was this far gone, it was probably too late. She would die for the most ridiculous reason he could think of.
It offended him.
It hurt him.
He pushed aside the nagging doubts in his head and pulled her up to him, holding her tight. "You don't deserve this," he told her brokenly. "It's not right."
Aizawa gently kissed her, pressing only lightly and caressing the back of her neck with one hand. He tasted the salt of her tears and faint flavor of coppery blood on her lips and whimpered in anguish.
Not Cheshire. Please, of all the people I've lost along the way - not her. Please!
He deepened the kiss without thinking, adding his tears to her own and praying for the impossible.
Elly drew in a loud, gasping breath, her eyes popping wide open. She blinked, dazed, but with color returning to her pale cheeks. Her breathing was slow and even, with no funny wheezes or hitching.
"It was me," he murmured, unable to believe the sheer luck that she was healed. "You - you didn't want to tell me."
"Yes. But I got too scared at the last minute. I didn't want to be alone."
"Sh - shit, Ches, I..."
"Just hold me," she said weakly. "You're warm, and I love the way you smell and the feel of your arms around me."
"Yes."
"Don't let go," she whispered.
His grip tightened in response.
Insecurity Dreams
"You're an ugly bitch. Why the hell would I love you?"
The pain in her heart was incredible; emotional devastation of the highest level possible. Elly screamed in agony, throwing her head back and sinking to the ground on her knees.
She woke to find Hizashi leaning over her in bed, his hair falling softly over his shoulders with some of it tickling her cheeks. He had a sleepy expression of concern on his face. "You okay?"
"Urgh," she grunted, rubbing at her eyes. "Zashi? Bad dream."
He hummed softly, consolingly, and took her gently into his arms. "It must've been crazy bad. You cried out."
"Oh no. Did I wake you? I did," she mourned quietly. "M'sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I want to be awake when this happens." He stifled a yawn. "Otherwise I can't cuddle you all better."
"I like this part," she agreed, sniffling.
"So what was the dream? Wanna talk about it?" Elly shifted in his hold and he bounced her gently so she rested fully in his lap. "Y'don't hafta, babe. It's okay."
"No, I ... it's - maybe I should. I keep having these horrible nightmares where you don't love me." She choked softly and started to cry. "Th - there's ones you tell me I'm ugly, and ones you're cheating on me, and ..."
Hizashi's green-gold eyes popped wide open. He was fully awake all at once, the sleepy purr gone from his voice when he spoke. "<i>What?!</i> Oh, no, baby! You know that's not true. Oh. Oops. Hey. Hey, princess..? Babe?" She had dissolved into a shivering mess of tears and wasn't hearing anything, so he held her tight and rocked back and forth slowly, humming quietly as he knew the vibrations from his quirk calmed her.
"I kn - know it's stupid," she stammered, "s'not true! But it huh - <i>hurts</i> so bad like it really happened and it confuses me for a minute when I wake up, and -"
"So your worst fear is that you'll lose me?" He interrupted her rambling by whispering in her furry ear.
She hesitantly nodded. "Yes. I know what it means, technically, but it's a very hard fix."
"Mm hmm. Insecurity?"
Again, a nod, this time accompanied with a teary sigh.
"I totally get why you'd be dreaming like this about me." He stroked her hair and ears, rubbing lightly. "Your family. You told me about 'em. You endured that abuse for so many years of your life, an' like, how many have we been together?"
"One."
"Uh huh." He nuzzled down and kissed her cheek. "It's gonna take a lot longer than one year before you stop panicking about me turnin' into yer folks. I know that. I don't mind at all 'cause I love you. You're <i>worth it</i>."
"Thank you, Zashi," she said in a very tiny voice.
"You want me to make some warm milk? Or just more cuddling - oh! Oh, okay. Don't worry, I ain't going anywhere."
"Good."
The pain in her heart was incredible; emotional devastation of the highest level possible. Elly screamed in agony, throwing her head back and sinking to the ground on her knees.
She woke to find Hizashi leaning over her in bed, his hair falling softly over his shoulders with some of it tickling her cheeks. He had a sleepy expression of concern on his face. "You okay?"
"Urgh," she grunted, rubbing at her eyes. "Zashi? Bad dream."
He hummed softly, consolingly, and took her gently into his arms. "It must've been crazy bad. You cried out."
"Oh no. Did I wake you? I did," she mourned quietly. "M'sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I want to be awake when this happens." He stifled a yawn. "Otherwise I can't cuddle you all better."
"I like this part," she agreed, sniffling.
"So what was the dream? Wanna talk about it?" Elly shifted in his hold and he bounced her gently so she rested fully in his lap. "Y'don't hafta, babe. It's okay."
"No, I ... it's - maybe I should. I keep having these horrible nightmares where you don't love me." She choked softly and started to cry. "Th - there's ones you tell me I'm ugly, and ones you're cheating on me, and ..."
Hizashi's green-gold eyes popped wide open. He was fully awake all at once, the sleepy purr gone from his voice when he spoke. "<i>What?!</i> Oh, no, baby! You know that's not true. Oh. Oops. Hey. Hey, princess..? Babe?" She had dissolved into a shivering mess of tears and wasn't hearing anything, so he held her tight and rocked back and forth slowly, humming quietly as he knew the vibrations from his quirk calmed her.
"I kn - know it's stupid," she stammered, "s'not true! But it huh - <i>hurts</i> so bad like it really happened and it confuses me for a minute when I wake up, and -"
"So your worst fear is that you'll lose me?" He interrupted her rambling by whispering in her furry ear.
She hesitantly nodded. "Yes. I know what it means, technically, but it's a very hard fix."
"Mm hmm. Insecurity?"
Again, a nod, this time accompanied with a teary sigh.
"I totally get why you'd be dreaming like this about me." He stroked her hair and ears, rubbing lightly. "Your family. You told me about 'em. You endured that abuse for so many years of your life, an' like, how many have we been together?"
"One."
"Uh huh." He nuzzled down and kissed her cheek. "It's gonna take a lot longer than one year before you stop panicking about me turnin' into yer folks. I know that. I don't mind at all 'cause I love you. You're <i>worth it</i>."
"Thank you, Zashi," she said in a very tiny voice.
"You want me to make some warm milk? Or just more cuddling - oh! Oh, okay. Don't worry, I ain't going anywhere."
"Good."
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