Uninhibited 1 (Zashi)

The trio stared at the metal cage the villain had laughingly dumped them in front of. Cheshire, U.A's counselor and Pro Hero, was locked up tightly and unable to help herself. She had been bait that they couldn't ignore, and now all of them were imprisoned.

"What did they do to you?" Aizawa knelt by the door, carefully staying away from the bars. She bared her teeth, fangs flashing into view. He took in her posture and the way her pupils were dilated with a concerned frown. "Mic, come here."

Present Mic turned around from where he had been trying to pry open the solid wooden door that locked them in this basement. He looked vulnerable without his gear, neck exposed between the huge collar of his leather jacket. "What?"

"They induced her heat. May have made it worse."

"Uhhh..." His blank stare caused their other partner to sigh in frustration and stomp over. "What, Midnight? Not everyone knows all the quirked out sex stuff like you do!"

The 18+ Hero rolled her eyes. "That's not why I was upset," she told him.

"Well?" Mic sat heavily down on the floor beside the cage, his brow drawn tight with worry. "We found her, but she's hurting." He wrung his hands together, the fingerless gloves he wore twisting in his nervous grip.

Midnight squinted at the Insanity Hero in the cage. She had gasped and flung herself away from Mic the minute he sat near. Though now on the opposite side, she was acting as though she was fighting a powerful force that wanted to pull her towards the Voice Hero.

"Oh, shit... Mic? Really?" She addressed the other woman in a defeated tone. Elly hissed at her, her purple cat's ears flattening back.

"Huh?"

"Her heat's only going to get worse." She thought for a moment, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned on the wall in front of them. "Or better, if you want to look at it one way..."

"So she's gonna be okay?"

"No, Mic," Aizawa said quietly. "Midnight means that it's going to get more pronounced."

Mic whined loudly in sympathy. "But - but that's torture, isn't it?!"

"Yes," Midnight agreed. "That's why you're going to have to goad her into breaking out of that cage."

Mic's eyebrows drew his forehead into a pointy shape as he frowned even harder. "Say what?"

"We're going to have to use her heat to our advantage. She's crazy about you - god knows why -- and she's got the power. She just doesn't like to use it."

Aizawa nodded. "Her files state she almost killed a few villains way back when she was training. She's been extremely careful since, using the drug in her gloves to immobilize instead of overpower them."

The blond man heard none of that, however. His sunglasses slid down his nose as he bent his head to stare incredulously at his colleagues. "She likes me?!"

"No counting for taste," Midnight sniffed. A low, catlike growl of displeasure assured them all Elly was quite coherent enough to understand what they were saying. "I stand by my opinion," she shrugged, looking him up and down.

"Wait ...wait, uh. What did you say you wanted me to do?"

"Try flirting with her. You know, being sexy?" The dark-haired woman shuddered. "You can do that, right?"

He gave her a very flat look. "Yanno, for a hero, yer kinda a b-"

Aizawa nudged him with his boot. His attention was redirected to the cage once more, where Elly had folded in on herself. He could barely see her face.

"Fuck." Mic swore violently under his breath, his eyes seeming to glow red behind his orange-tinted sunglasses. "Awright, Kayama," he said seriously, his voice deep in a tone that brooked no arguments, "Wear my headphones. And don't look."

She started to protest but Aizawa grasped her arm. When she turned towards him he shook his head. "Let's try and give them both some privacy. You're judgemental about this shit and you know it."

"I don't think he can do it," she muttered. "Without help, that is." But she took the noise-canceling headphones and placed them over her ears, turning around. Aizawa raised his eyebrows at his friend but said nothing before clapping his palms over his and facing away as well.

Mic took a deep breath and turned back to the cage. "Uh. I guess you kinda like me, huh?" He cleared his throat and cursed himself under his breath. "Bad presentation, bad opening, baby. Sorry. I'd expect more from an MC like me, too."

Elly paced back and forth on her hands and knees, mimicking an animal's gait as her striped tail shook stiffly behind her. Her eyes were wary as he approached.

Blushing, he waggled a finger in invitation and beckoned. "C'mon, kitty. I have it on the very best authority for this type'a thing you can bust outta there if ya want this." He gestured vaguely at himself.

Her eyes widened further and she stopped moving.

"O-o-okay... got yer attention, at least." He licked his lips, then grinned as that gave him an idea. He made sure she was still focused on him and ran his tongue out as far as it would go, curling the tip. His grin settled into a smirk as he heard her breathing pick up, raspy and growing louder by the minute. "Ahh, got more than yer attention," he murmured.

She shook herself all over.

He fingered the end of his mustache, twirling the pointy hair as he considered the state she was in. They had to get free and his friends were convinced she could do it. He had to pull out all the stops, no matter how embarrassing it might be. His face almost purple he was blushing so hard, he raised his chin and reached down to cup the bulge in his tight leather pants.

"I've got somethin' just for you, baby," he hummed suggestively. "You come over here and I'll show ya why I'm called Present Mic."

Her eyes glowed incandescent and he took a step back, startled at the sudden change in her appearance he didn't know was possible. Her throat was producing strangled, growling noises that were more beast-like than human and she had managed to bite her lip so hard she'd drawn blood. He could see she was resisting so hard it hurt, and he flinched when she flung herself backwards, as far away from him as possible.

"Okay, okay," he whispered brokenly. "Please, Ches, baby, I don't want you hurtin'. Trust me? I, uh, well... shit." Mic rubbed the back of his neck in a curious imitation of his friend and coughed. "This is somehow harder to say 'cause I can't, uh, take it back later when yer better. I'm in love with you."

Her eyes widened, and she froze.

Mic took advantage of her pause and pressed on hastily, placing his curved hands together to shape a heart. "I promise it's true," he said shakily. "Look, I'm bein' straight up with you, here - ohmigod -! HELP!"

His last word was shouted using his quirk, so terrified was he as the wrench of metal and catlike scream intermingled. The room must have been more than soundproofed, because no one rushed to their aid and he didn't break the wall down. The entire corner of the room where the cage was went dark for a few seconds after the terrible noise, though the single bulb hanging from the ceiling still swung above them.

"The hell!"

"It's Cheshire. She's manipulating the light."

The room lit up once again and there she was, hunched over and gasping. When she saw Mic she flung herself against him eagerly, panting hard.

"Wh - whoa!" He fell over, arms flailing and hands full of soft, warm cat woman. "Erk! Now what?!"

"Order her to free us, Mic! She'll listen to you!" Midnight pointed at the door.

"Break us out, Ches!"

The results were far more spectacular than any of them imagined. She bent the light once more to cloak her actions, but this time all were watching carefully and saw the thick door burst into countless splinters as she furiously slashed at it.

Mic caught her as she fell backwards, and the other two rushed the stunned villain before he had a chance to defend himself. Eraserhead ripped his mask off he wore to protect himself, and Midnight had him asleep in seconds. While the scruffy hero was tying him up, Mic was having a bit of difficulty controlling his newfound admirer.

"Guys, little help!"

Midnight snickered when she saw the counselor on top of him, her tail waving madly through the air. She was trying to kiss him but he wasn't sure she was in control of herself to consent properly, so he was trying to fend her off.

"It's okay," she laughed. "I'll use my quirk on her. Then we can get her to a safe place while she's sleeping." A drowsy cloud was released in her direction. Mic held his breath for more than one reason.

"Hnf!" Elly dismissed the other woman's power with a wrinkle of her nose and a heavy huff, as if the vapor stunk badly.

"Well, I never -!" Midnight sounded offended as she handed Mic his gear back. He managed to slip the headphones on but his hands were too busy to manage his neck speaker.

"It'll work," Aizawa shrugged and took it from him. "Just going to take longer since she's female."

"Ches, honey-baby-sweetheart, please wait!" Meanwhile, Mic was choking with embarrassment as he struggled to fend off her advances. "Ya don't know what yer doin' and oh, holy shit I take it back! You really do know what yer doin'..." He threw his head back, Adam's apple bobbing as she licked his throat, her hands thrust up the white tank top underneath his black leather jacket.

"You two should wait here until she drops off," Midnight told them as they heard the howl of police sirens pulling up. "I'll go deal with the cops for now." She strode off purposefully, shoving her cat-o-nine-tails back into her belt.

Aizawa stretched, rubbing his bleary eyes absently. One hand still held the snoring villain that had managed to catch them all for a limited time. He nodded to Mic and started dragging the fugitive away, but the other man's soft cry caused him to pause and glance back over his shoulder.

Elly wasn't groping him anymore; her grip had turned into a different kind of desperation as she clung, shaking. As the effect of Midnight's quirk took hold of her she grew limp and drowsy, but instead of this relaxing her, she had started to cry. She trembled in his arms and buried her head in his chest, venting wheezy screams of sheer terror.

"What's wrong with her now?!"

Aizawa thought back to her file once more. He had studied up on all of his colleagues, especially the ones he had to work closely with. It served them all well, and it continued to now as he remembered a sobering detail.

"She's frightened of being drugged." Mic stared at him somewhat blankly, and he elaborated, "as afraid as you are of bugs. And Midnight's gas is putting her to sleep..."

His green-gold eyes popped wide open. "Oh, no." She mewed faintly but he kissed her forehead in a sudden burst of inspiration. Elly blinked, startled. "There, now. Don't worry; you'll see me when you wake up. I'm not leavin' ya. I won't let you go."

Her shining purple eyes pleaded with him that this be true, and he smiled softly at her. A warm glow was building inside of him at the thought that he wanted to protect her more than anything. He kissed her again, this time more intimately on the corner of her mouth.

"Rest now, 'kay? We're gonna have a lot to talk about later."

After a long moment she cuddled into his jacket and let herself drift off to sleep.

Mic sighed heavily.

"This isn't the end of it, you know." Aizawa rubbed at his eyes.

"I know."

"You're going to have to make a choice very soon - take her to the hospital so they can treat her, or take her somewhere else."

"Somewhere else..?"

"Somewhere fun." Mic jerked his head up at Midnight's voice. She strolled back inside with her lips curved into a dark little grin. "What Eraser is trying to say is you can either shack up at a love hotel or go to the hospital," she told him bluntly.

He slowly looked down at Elly, laying limp and trusting in his arms, then back over at his friends. His mouth worked, but for once no sound came out.

"I have several loaded up on my phone that deal with mating heats," she said gleefully, holding her cell up.

Mic stared at her hopelessly.

Quality and Quantity

"Okay." U.A's counselor cleared her throat and looked over at her three colleagues sitting on the sofa in the common room. She sighed, her striped tail lashing slowly back and forth behind her as she thought how to proceed.

"Sup? You said this was a mandatory thing," Present Mic said cheerfully, swinging one long leg over the other. Yamada, she reminded herself. He's in casual clothing, so he's technically not working right now. She scanned the others briefly.

Yamada (Mic) ... Kayama (Midnight) ... and Aizawa (Eraserhead). She'd picked them because they were all fairly close and she knew how a chat like this might end up, especially with Kayama around.

"I know." She smiled faintly. "It's about the sudden rash of fanfics and art depicting faculty members and being distributed by the students. This is to help you talk to them and not absolutely freak out when faced with things like this."

Kayama's interest was definitely peaked. She was grinning from ear to ear, seated at the very edge of the couch as if to pounce. Elly groaned inwardly.

"Like what?" The Voice Hero asked.

"Like this. You first, Yamada." Elly tapped on the device she held and then handed him the tablet, set to a popular fanfic site. He quickly scanned the short story she selected.

"The frick is up with, 'the blond' this, an' 'the blond' that? The blond who? What? It makes me sound like some cheap floozy! Geez."

Kayama burst into laughter. "Do blonds really have more fun? Because you don't seem like it."

He read on, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the rest of the fiction quickly. "Ugh, whaaat? I don't have freckles, tattoos, piercings..."

"You're not gay or bi, either." She squinted over his shoulder. "Or have you been hiding a romantic attachment to men from us? Is that why you grew the mustache?"

His face scrunched up. "Che-e-s-s!" He whined, turning to the cat woman standing in front of the coffee table with two fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "Why do we need to be briefed on this?!"

"I like his mustache, Kayama," Elly murmured. "All right. It might be disturbing for us to actually see -" She paused as the other woman coughed. "Some of us," she amended, and Kayama's smirk grew larger. "Anyway, fanfics and art are a healthy way for people of any age to explore their sexuality. Among other ideas they have in general, of course. And anyway, it's not all sexual."

The dark-haired woman snickered wickedly at this. "A lot is, though. And hey, Yamada, if you want to be truly freaked out, check out the 'EraserMicElly' tag."

"Ohhh, no. No wayyyyyy." Yamada set the tablet down on the table with a panicked look. "Me an' Shota an' Ches?!"

Aizawa suddenly looked up from where he had been blearily staring out the window. "What was that?"

"You guys're a popular ship." Kayama handed the homeroom teacher her phone, already loaded to an art site. He clicked one of the thumbnails, frowning, and everyone took notice as his hair flew up. His eyes remained dark, but his face turned bright red. He handed the phone hurriedly back to the wildly laughing 18+ Hero, who briefly showed Elly as well.

The counselor sighed. "This is why I started with you three first."

"Because we're awesome?"

"Yes, Yamada," she sighed. "Because you're awesome." Her ears flicked as she spoke in a sardonic tone. Aizawa snorted, the sound suspiciously close to laughter.

"Aw." He pouted harder. "An' I told you, y'can call me Hizashi."

"Oh?" Kayama's eyebrows shot up. "Can I do that?"

"No." He folded his arms and glared at her. "You won't even call me Mic at school, so you don't get that privilege."

"Sure, okay. But what's got you so red in the face? You want her to call you by your given name... oooooh!"

Hizashi shook his head vehemently. "Oh no. No, Kayama, nuh uh, wait!"

"You like her!" Her dark eyes lit up outrageously and she pointed a triumphant finger at Elly. "You do! Look how much redder he got, Ches!"

Elly shook her head. "C'mon, you guys can't be harder to talk to than the kids..."

"Think again." Aizawa yawned and stretched, shouldering halfway out of his yellow sleeping bag. "These clowns are too loud. You want to go somewhere quiet instead?"

"You too, Aizawa?!" Kayama screeched in bewildered delight. "Oh my gosh! I thought you were just being a prude before. Did that fanart of you three getting it on wreck you that badly?"

Aizawa's jaw clenched so hard they could all see the muscle ripple. "Nothing, as you say, 'wrecks' me."

"Challenge accepted." Kayama tapped her brightly painted lips with an equally bright fingernail. "Hmmm... then how about you both kiss her? At the same time?"

"Are you fuckin' crazy?!"

Elly sat down hard on the floor as the entire building shook. "Hizashi!"

The Voice Hero clamped his lips shut, eyes expressing his apology. He hummed softly, soothingly, as he walked over to help her up.

"Idiot," Aizawa grunted painfully, "you're lucky you didn't break anything this time. Just ignore Kayama; you know how she gets. It's in her hero title, after all."

"Oh, shush, you big grump. I totally dare you to kiss 'em both!" She pounded on the table. "C'mon!"

Elly's ears flattened back. "I think I should be going." She got up to leave, but saw Aizawa's flushed face and Hizashi's pleading eyes. "Wait - you two want me to do it, don't you?!"

The taciturn man grunted and turned further away but Hizashi clutched her hand in his, tugging on it. "I uh, do really wanna kiss you!"

"But..!"

"He does, too, but he's too stubborn to admit it." Aizawa slapped his friend on the back of the head. "Ouch!"

"I'm not giving in to a dare like a kindergartner, Hizashi."

"Then I will." He impetuously cupped the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Aizawa slipped silently up and when she parted from his friend with a shocked gasp, he grasped her left side and quickly pressed his mouth to hers, sliding into a deep, soulful kiss that caused Kayama to both applaud him and then excuse herself out.

These three definitely needed to be alone.

Elly whimpered, wondering how things had progressed so fast. She lost all thought when the Voice Hero nudged his friend over and took the other half of her mouth, adding his tongue to the one already teasing hers.

Two men ... two gorgeous men kissing her at the same time! What was happening?!

Hizashi hummed in the back of his throat, his quirk vibrating through all of them. Aizawa, not to be outdone, reached out and took her hand, bringing it between them in an oddly touching fashion.

"Guys, guys ... wait!"

"I'm through waiting," Aizawa declared. "Zashi?"

"Yeah me too," he agreed all in one breath, his spiralled eyes never leaving hers. "Mnnn... I'm not a jealous man, baby. Let's go in somebody's bedroom an' see who comes out on top."

Her jaw dropped.

"My apartment is closer." Aizawa picked her up. The sensation of being swept off her feet so easily, as if she were a child again, caused her to go limp in his arms. His plain black t-shirt smelled like coffee and energy drink, and before she knew it, she was purring as she sniffed, nuzzling the soft fabric.

"But mine," Hizashi quipped lightly, "has furniture. Like, I dunno ... a bed, for starters."

"Fine," the dark-haired man huffed. "Let's go."

They walked out into the cool night air to the complex where the teachers lived. Elly kept her head buried in the homeroom teacher's chest until she heard the rattle of a doorknob that announced they were entering Hizashi's home.

She'd been here before and loved the decor: kitsch fashion that had been the style in the seventies. He had a plush couch with obnoxiously patterned throw pillows, records on the walls and lava lamps on end tables. The men kicked their shoes off and she was carried further inside to be laid on the waterbed in the back. The reality of their situation finally sank in and she scrambled backwards, eyes wide as Hizashi removed his outer shirt.

"Look, guys - I don't want a fling. I want to have a relationship! You can't have that with three people!"

"Sure you can!" Hizashi was optimistic. "Or, uh, anyway, I bet we could make it work." He fiddled with the red beaded bracelet he wore on one wrist. "I'd do anything for you."

"Try it again," Aizawa suggested.

"Try what again?"

"Kiss me." He caressed the side of her head in one hand, his eyes staring deeply into her own. "Or shall I have to come to you?" Aizawa stepped forward and lightly mouthed her lips. His stubble scratched slightly, but his touch was full of tenderness. She trembled and let his tongue slip inside to patiently lick and tease.

Her purple eyes were dreamy when they finally parted.

"Now kiss him." He gestured to Hizashi, who obligingly took his place, sliding his hands low and gripping the base of her tail.

"But -!"

"Shhh." His voice thrummed with passion as he squeezed her tight. Hizashi's mouth was just as warm and wet, but that's where the similarities ended. Where there had been stubble there was instead smooth skin, except for the furry points of his mustache. They swept across her upper lip ticklishly as he moaned and pressed harder, deeper. He was eager and impulsive, and her breathing grew even more ragged. She sank into his arms, whispering his name. When she opened her eyes again she was gazing into those swirling, concentric pupils in a dazed fashion. One of his hands stroked her hair and his smile was sweet and kind.

"Hizashi."

"That's my name."

She felt the bed dip behind her. Aizawa knelt, circling his arms around her waist. "And?" The dark-haired man prompted.

"Damn it," she muttered. Then, louder and clearer, "Okay, you win, Aizawa. I love you both."

He turned to her side, his bloodshot eyes regarding her with amusement. "Am I still 'Aizawa' to you after all that?"

She cleared her throat in confusion. "Um."

"If you're calling him Hizashi, you can go ahead and use my given name as well."

"Sh - Shota?"

He nodded, the hint of a smile playing about his lips. "That's good," he murmured. "I like that."

"You two can keep calling me 'Ches', then," she shrugged weakly. "Since my first name is, well... since it sounds like a popular one here."

"I love you, baby," Hizashi blurted out. His smile grew even sunnier and he kissed her once more, lingering, his curved lips gentle.

Shota rolled his eyes at him. "Could I have the front, please, for a moment? I believe it's best if I look into Ches' eyes for this as well."

"Oops." He chuckled and stepped to the side.

Shota grinned crookedly at her and touched her furry ears. "I love you, too."

"Oh."

"There, now, all three of us are in agreement." He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking off into the distance. "Correct?"

"Yeah, I guess we are." She sounded surprised.

"Then unless you're truly uncomfortable, we're three healthy, clean, consenting adults."

"I am on birth control."

"Good."

"Yep." Hizashi reached out and touched a finger to the tip of her nose. "Sho and I, we've worked together for more than a decade, baby. We know how to communicate. I know yer gonna love this."

"Clothes," Shota snorted cryptically.

"Yeah, let's strip to our undies so we can snuggle, huh?"

Since Shota was in front of her, she saw his body first. Elly paused in the act of taking her pants off as he wrenched himself out of his shirt in one fluid movement. The tired-looking man's body wasn't exactly what she expected at all. She knew his strength but had been misled from his posture and all the naps. He was firmly, impossibly built, with an impressive row of abdominal muscles and pronounced pelvic lines that tracked down into his pants.

Hizashi chuckled from behind her and she huffed, annoyed at herself for staring. She reached for him instead, and he came willingly into her embrace as his pants slud down to the floor. Elly's hands wandered over the rough scars covering his body, tracing the ones she could see and lingering on those she couldn't. Shota sighed heavily, his hands twitching on her back.

"He really likes that," Hizashi snickered, pointing at the bulge in his friend's underwear.

Shota glared at him but his features softened noticeably when she reached down to let her fingertips brush his rigid form. The blond man, meanwhile, had shed the rest of his clothing - leaving his necklaces, bracelet and socks on -- and was curling around behind her on the bed. He spooned close and nuzzled at the nape of her neck, brushing his lips across the skin and tickling her with the soft hair of his mustache. Elly felt his hot tongue slide over her neck, close by her throat, and shivered.

Shota took note of this and tilted her head back with a gentle touch, nipping with his teeth. While Hizashi licked and kissed he bit down and sucked with every intent to bruise the skin.

"Oh my god, Shota!"

"Too much, babe?" Hizashi peered over at what the other man was doing.

"N - no..."

"Do your side, too, Zashi." Shota's voice was muffled as he pressed into her neck. "One mark for each of us. You'd like that, hmm, kitten?"

"Oh god," she groaned. Her striped tail cut frantically through the air, whapping on Hizashi's naked side.

"Hey, careful with that thing!" He yelped, laughing. "Okay, okay. That means yes."

"How - how do we even go about something like this?" She asked after what seemed like an eternity of torturous pleasure.

"Mmm," Hizashi hummed as he thought. "Look, Sho, how's about I make it easier, huh? You've never had sex before. Go first; I'll jump on after." Aizawa glared at him so hard he flinched. "Whaaat?"

"Thank you for announcing my ineptitude," he ground out between clenched teeth. "Maybe you should take her now and I'll lay behind. I can get off that way."

"But -"

"It's okay." He shrugged. "If we want our first time together to be good for her, we should do it this way. I'll get next time."

"Awright, baby, that means you an' me."

She sighed, part of her still convinced this was a dream, and turned to face Hizashi. His body was no less impressive than his friend, just lighter skinned and with less battle damage. He had a curious puff of golden hair right in the middle of his chest, unlike the hairier Shota, but it trailed low on his belly to blend into his pubic hair just the same.

He also sighed as their arms wrapped around each other, and she realized with a start that her body was exciting them just as much. Blushing, they kissed while Shota pulled the remaining pieces of their clothing off the bed and into a communal pile.

"Move over," he muttered as he crawled over to the pillows. They settled with him sitting up, Elly laying on him like he was the world's fleshiest easy chair. Hizashi grinned at the sight and knelt before them, his erection curving up towards his belly.

"You all set?" Without waiting for an answer, he kissed her and stroked a hand down her side. She saw him maneuvering around and licked her lips, spreading her legs in invitation.

His first movement was slow and careful. When she moaned and dug her fingers in his shoulders, however, he ground his body against hers faster.

Hizashi thrust rhythmically forward, pacing himself as best he could in his excitement. Shota embraced her from behind, panting against her neck as he rubbed on her back. His hot breath ghosted over her sweaty skin, giving her goosebumps and causing her to shiver.

"Shota," she gasped.

"Hnf." His reply was brief; a low grunt. He did, however, reach around to caress her breasts. Though they were bouncing around he managed to grasp a double handful, his fingers automatically seeking the hardened nipples to squeeze. She cried out and Hizashi squinted, taking in what was happening at a glance. Tendrils of blond hair had slipped free of his bun and he tossed them back with an impatient shake of his head.

"Feel good, huh?" He pulled almost all the way out, muscles trembling with effort. Shota held out a breast and he caught the tip in his mouth.

"Zashi! Please don't stop!"

"Hmm. Just takin' a break, lover." He nibbled and she moaned. "Hey, Sho, reach around and rub her clit for me, huh?"

Her eyes popped open. "What? Wait!"

Hizashi giggled evilly. "Uh uh. Gonna make you scream like me, kiddo." He kissed her softly, distracting her while Shota's fingers wormed their way to their target. He dipped inside the warmth and wet, grazing Hizashi in the process and making the blond man jump. "Careful!"

"Shut up." Shota closed his eyes with an intense look of concentration. "Ahh. There we are. Pretty swollen and quite sensitive now, aren't we, Ches?"

"Please!" She bucked upwards, gasping, only to have her cries stifled by her partner on top. Hizashi thrust his tongue in her mouth, mimicking the act she so desperately wanted him to continue.

"Tell me when yer super close, baby. I'm'a give it to you then, an' only then!"

"Oh god, oh please Zashi ... Shota! I want it, I want it so bad..!"

Shota lazily rubbed in tight circles, drifting to the sides to caress the folds of skin that normally covered the little button of flesh. "In time. It will be better if you relax and enjoy this." He nodded to Hizashi. "She's close. Pull out and rub on her with your tip."

He withdrew his fingers and Elly sobbed momentarily at the loss, even though she heard and knew what was to happen. Hizashi continued the direct stimulation with the head of his dripping penis, biting his lip and sweating as he watched her squirm.

"H - Hih - Hizashi! I'm..!"

"Ahhhh! Yer beautiful, baby!" He parted her with a moist sound and didn't stop this time, pounding away as hard and fast as he could while her cries grew in intensity. The tingling and tension in her loins burst all at once with a shock of electricity so powerful her toes curled.

Shota let out a muffled gasp, stiffening behind her as she sobbed out a mingled shout of both their names. His messy, black hair shot up and he squeezed his eyes tight as he was relieved of the mounting pressure in his body. Elly's orgasm was so fierce she barely felt the hot, sticky fluid jetting up her back when he came.

Hizashi took just a few moments longer. He continued to cant his hips, reaching inside her as deep as he could while she tightened around him. His necklaces bounced on his chest as he threw his head back with a joyous scream.

They lay there only for a few minutes before Shota could be heard snoring.

Elly's incredulous look was the most hilarious thing Hizashi had seen all day, and he clapped a hand to his mouth to stifle laughter as he gently disengaged from her body. "Yeah, uh, I kinda expected that. Here, we can wake him up once we get clean, okay?"

"I guess..." She stood on wobbly legs and blinked down at him, sweaty, messy and definitely asleep. One corner of his mouth was curled up in a half smile.

The two of them smiled back at him, and then each other.

Empathy

The assembly was being held in U.A's biggest arena. The entire school was there at once, a feat usually reserved for the sport and seasonal festivals. The students lined the stadium seats and the teachers were close by.

The hero that was to speak was not well known, but had been chosen carefully by the board to enlighten them about a particular topic. She was quite small, the size of a tall child, with long, pink hair and a white and pink bodysuit as a costume that didn't give away what her quirk was.

"I'll need two teachers for this to work... oh, and they've told me the staff picked already." She pulled back from the microphone a moment to look down at the paper Midnight had handed her moments before. "Ah, Present Mic and Cheshire?"

The two jumped guiltily at the mention of their names. They were seated a few feet away like most of the teachers, save for a few that were patrolling the perimeter.

"What, really? Is this why I couldn't MC this event?" Mic pouted but got up, extending a hand to the counselor on his left.

She accepted his help and stood, a puzzled look on her pale features. "Why us? Why didn't they tell us..?"

"Dunno." He shrugged and they walked up to the chairs that had been set up facing each other near the speaker. She sat them down, smiling, and took the microphone in her hand again.

"So! First things first. My name is Emma, and I'm known as the Empathy Hero."

Elly froze in her seat, her striped tail stiffening and her ears laying back all at once. She glanced quickly over at Mic, who had both his short eyebrows raised high on his forehead.

He met her gaze and mouthed silently, "What the hell?"

She hoped her fear wasn't showing too much in her eyes. Mic suddenly looked concerned, his brows drawing so high up his forehead started to resemble a point.

Emma had been talking, addressing the students, but Elly knew now what this was about.

Empathy.

Feelings.

"Empathy can be a powerful tool as well as the thing that brings us together -"

She just couldn't concentrate. The Empathy Hero droned on in the background as she tried desperately to figure out a way to escape. But long before any of her thoughts could coalesce into anything coherent enough to try, she was being spoken to.

"Excuse me, Cheshire, could you take off your gloves, please?"

She jolted back to reality. Mic had already tugged off his soft leather ones. They lay over one of his legs. Elly could only smile weakly and nod, pulling her soft paw padded mitts away to expose her fingers to the cool air.

"Thanks. I want you to hold hands."

This time Elly shot the group of teachers a panicky look for help. All she saw were poorly concealed smiles ...and one stoic Aizawa, as always. She could put up a fight, in which case would look terribly unprofessional and may cause her an official reprimand, or just hope for the best. She reached out, trembling, as if placing her hands into a fire. They were gently enfolded by Mic's larger, stronger ones.

His palms were moist.

Probably because of the leather, she thought wildly. He did say often that it was a terrible insulator and he sweat badly when it got warm...

"And, if I lay my own hand on one of your teachers, we'll all experience their feelings for the other."

I'm doomed. Elly closed her eyes, wincing.

The student body and staff inhaled sharply as one. Mic's eyes bulged huge behind his orange-tinted sunglasses, his mouth dropping open comically. The counselor was the only one cringing, her eyes closed while she waited for it to be over.

"Oh my goodness."

She couldn't take any more. Tearing her hands away from his light hold, she jumped up and ran off the field, her tail trailing behind her like a banner.

Mic stared numbly at the overturned chair in her wake. "Uh... I'm'a go get her. Okay?" He jerked his thumb backwards and darted off.


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Never had Elly felt so humiliated in her adult life. It wasn't enough that he knew - no, now everyone knew of her silly, unrequited love. She was a fool to think it would remain hidden in such a school where powers like that showed up more than usual. It hurt far worse than what she had imagined. It was physical pain in her heart - a burning, wrenching twist that was gutting her from the inside out. The cat woman ran blindly into a wall before she could reach a building entrance and slid down the cool brick, hands covering her face.

Mic was lucky she was too distraught to think of using her quirk. He found her easily and threw himself on the ground on his knees beside her. "M'sorry, Ches, I didn't know what was gonna happen! I promise!"

"I'm the one who's sorry," she whispered. "Now you're caught up in this foolishness."

"Wha - huh? Wha?" He tilted his head in puzzlement, causing her to smile despite herself. He looked like a giant bird when he did that. "Wh - no way, wait... you think I'm upset? We gotta get you back to the assembly, babe."

She balked, flattening against the wall blinking up at him with teary eyes. "Why?!"

"Well uh, you'll see? Please?" His green-golden eyes were kind, even warm. He thrust his lower lip out and gave her his very best puppy dog look, pleading with her. "Pleeeease? For me?"

The bastard.

He knew she wouldn't be able to refuse him. Elly sighed tremulously and allowed him to help her up. "All right," she grumbled, "but you better know what you're doing."

He half led, half carried her to the arena. Her ears twitched as she heard the excited babble from the crowd and she vanished momentarily from sight in her embarrassment.

"C'mon, we're right here. Sit down an' we'll fix it."

Elly was so astonished she blinked back into sight. "Fix it?! How do you propose we fix this, Mic? By showing me how much you revere me as a colleague..?" She shook her head, unable to continue.

Emma stood beside them. She was quiet, simply waiting as the Voice Hero gently persuaded his friend to try. "We've gotta do it again," he said stubbornly.

"But why? And if we do, can't we do it somewhere private?"

"Nuh uh!" Mic shook his head firmly. "It has to be like when you did it, in front of everybody."

He took her hands gently in his again, running one of his thumbs over her fingers in a manner intended to be soothing. Elly took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying not to squeeze too tightly shut lest the tears laying in wait just below the surface slip free.

"Okay," she husked painfully. "Let's get this over with."

"At his request... here's Mic's feelings for Cheshire this time around."

His emotions washed over Elly.

And they were ...

They were familiar.

As the school body drew yet another collective gasp, she was lost in his feelings, mingling with her own in the most delightfully confusing, yet harmonious fashion.

It wasn't quite like a mirrored projection of her own love, as everyone experiences and processes things differently. But it was so similar, so much like coming home.

She opened her eyes, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, to find him smiling and bashful, blushing across the bridge of his nose.

"You..."

"That's why these guys meddled an' picked us. They didn't think you'd run off, though." He nodded brusquely at the rest of the teachers. "Or that your love would be that strong," he added in an awed lower tone.

She bit her lip. "Oh. Um... and now we're being watched by the whole school."

"Uh huh. Don't worry." Mic lifted their joined hands and kissed her knuckles softly. "I got two extra talents. Playin' to the masses is my speciality, baby."

"What's your other talent?" She asked suspiciously.

He gave her that evil grin he sometimes used on villains and tough students. One eye wide, the other squinted, he chuckled. "One's satisfyin' the crowd, an' the other is satisfyin' you."

"One of the simplest lessons to learn is that we don't really know how others feel about us," Emma told the crowd with a smile. "We're often wrong, and our assumptions lead us astray."

The assemblage cheered and hooted as Mic tugged the still shocked counselor off the field, this time in the direction of the teacher's complex. He flashed his biggest grin at them and gave everyone a thumbs-up.

A Marked Man

"Cheshire's coming?" Aizawa grimaced lightly, shaking back his dark hair. Hizashi nodded. The two friends were walking down the halls of the school to get back to their respective classrooms after lunch.

"Uh huh... and hey! There she is!" Hizashi was completely in Present Mic mode. He clapped his gloved hands together sharply, whistling when he saw the swish of a bright purple striped tail rounding a corner of the school hallway. The woman it was attached to heard him and poked her head back around. Her cat's ears flicked, a broad grin spreading across her face.

"Mic!"

Aizawa groaned. "You two -" He started, but the counselor had already hurled herself at them with lightning speed.

Elly stuck her tongue out at the grumpy homeroom teacher and ducked under the Voice Hero's arm.

"Remember we're goin' for drinks tonight, Ches?"

"Yeah!"

He squeezed her side briefly and she rubbed her cheek on the arm of his jacket, laughing happily. "See you then!"

"Righteous." He shot double finger guns at her, clicking his tongue as he pulled the triggers.

"Hizashi," Aizawa said, frowning as he glanced back over his shoulder at the departing counselor. "How long has that been going on?"

The blond man blinked ingenuously at him, his eyes innocent and wide behind orange-tinted, prescription sunglasses. "Huh?"

His cranky friend jerked a thumb down the hall. "How long has she been scent marking you?"

"Marking - what? The heck are you talking about?" He popped the tab on his can of coffee and downed half in several gulps.

"When a cat rubs or pushes its head against you it's marking you with scent in a show of affiliation. It serves to maintain a connection within a group of individuals."

Hizashi stared blankly at him. "Uh..."

"If she's marking you, she wants you to be part of her life," he told the blond man bluntly. "She likes you, idiot."

"Of course she likes me," he snorted, tossing his head as if his hair were loose and not waxed up in that huge cockatoo plume. "Everyone likes me. I'm friendly, unlike a certain grouchy someone."

Aizawa passed a hand over his tired gray eyes. "No, Hizashi," he said firmly. "I mean she's romantically interested in you."

The Voice Hero reached his classroom door and paused in the act of reaching out to grasp the handle. The sun glasses slipped down his nose and he stared incredulously at his friend. "You said whaaaat?"

He shook his head, bemused. "You heard me. Do what you will with the information." And with that, he turned and shuffled off to his own room.

Hizashi was left with his mouth hanging open in the middle of the hallway. Several students passed him, glancing his way and then hurrying by. He finally shook himself at least partially together and darted down to his next class. He was distracted enough so that the kids noticed but not enough to let them skim through without homework, to their dismay.

He spent the rest of the day wondering what he should do with this new information.

Should he ...flirt?

Sure, in hindsight he could see they had been fooling around for awhile. The innocent seeming touches had turned to hugs, the glances stolen lingered a little longer now and sometimes their eyes would meet and hold warmly.

When had their relationship changed? He couldn't remember but knew it was at least a few months ago when he had called her "babe" for the first time - a slip of the tongue, he'd used it only in his mind previously -- and she blushed and allowed it.

He thought about it all day and into the night. And when he was showering, washing the product out of his hair, he finally decided.

I'm gonna go for it!

It was one thing to firmly declare in his mind that was the plan, though, and another to implement it. Hizashi had dressed simply, like he usually did, in a doubled shirt combo and khaki pants. Two necklaces - one gold, one silver -- rested lightly on the red shirt underneath the longer-sleeved black one he wore as a light jacket. A red beaded bracelet dangled loosely from one wrist. His long blond hair was tied up in a bun, the shorter hairs spiking up along his neck in the back. He hadn't a clue how to proceed with his idea, but when he saw the counselor walk in wearing a simple black dress and a leather collar with a charm attached, he acted on instinct.

"Wow, babe," he whistled lowly, taking in her outfit in its entirety. His greenish-gold eyes widened as he sucked in a gulp of air. "You look excellent tonight."

Elly's ears flicked once and she smiled. "Thanks, Yamada," she murmured. "You do, too."

He wrinkled his nose and leaned towards her in a conspiratorial manner, lowering his voice. "I'd be okay, yanno, with you using my given name."

Her eyes widened and the light blush on her cheeks grew until her face was flaming. "That's - that's uh... okay. I'd like that, Hizashi. You can call me whatever you like, too. I know my given name comes out a bit too much like common ones in Japan..."

He reached out and touched her shoulder lightly, smiling. "Elly." It came out sounding better than most here could pronounce it, but still accented. "But Ches is okay?" She nodded, and he leaned closer.

"H - Hizashi..?"

"Or baby? Ooh, how about babygirl?" He dropped his hand, grasping her wrist this time with a light squeeze. He spoke the term of endearment in English, causing her heart to flutter even more. "C'mon, babygirl, let's get you a drink."

She couldn't speak, only nodded. He took this as a positive sign and led her to the table the rest were seated at to order. Elly grinned nervously at the other teachers as he not only made sure to seat her beside him, but pulled her extra close.

"Hey, Yamada, you decide to make a move or you just need some free counseling?" Kayama snickered.

They all teased him, but after a few drinks the others soon left them to their own devices. Hizashi was careful to only drink one beer since he had driven over in the hopes of taking her back home. And when they were ready to leave, he took a deep breath and went for it.

"Hey, uh," he stammered nervously as he stroked a lock of purple hair back from her cheek. "You wanna keep this party going?"

Elly raised her eyebrows at him. "Mmmn?"

Hizashi took another breath and bit his lower lip, grinning shyly at her. "M'askin' if you want to come back to my place, baby?"

Her light gasp nearly paralyzed him with a sudden, terrifying fear of rejection. His grin became slightly pained as he cringed, waiting for the slap to come. She raised her hand and he closed his eyes tight.

Why do they always hit?!

But Elly's hand caressed his cheek gently instead of striking it, stroking down and toying with the point of one side of his mustache. "Zashi," she purred seductively, "are you asking me to come play?"

He suddenly couldn't swallow past the lump in his throat. "Uh..!"

Ohmigod she's being way too cute!

"Shh. Breathe." She lightly touched his throat and he wheezed.

"Yer wreckin' me, Ches!"

"Not yet," she snickered wickedly. "I'm saving that for later."

The ride back to campus was exhilarating. He was thrilled to see that she took an interest in his beloved car and knew it was an antique. They chatted casually, yet whenever he stopped for a light he reached over and their hands touched. They were both glad it didn't take long before they were parking in the lot at the campus.

Hizashi got out as she did and walked quickly over to her. Elly paused, thinking maybe he wanted to hold her while they walked, but instead he pressed her into the side of the car with his body. Hizashi kissed her, his hands resting on either side of her head. She parted her lips the moment he dabbed his tongue questioningly inside, and the kiss deepened.

His mustache was furrier, softer than she expected. The points were more like Dali's than Flynn's - grown up and out, not fully on his skin. The fuzz tickled gently, and his lips were smooth and full.

She never wanted the moment to end, but of course they needed to breathe eventually.

"Sorry, couldn't wait," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle as they parted with soft gasps. "I, uh... whoa!"

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time dragging his lip between her teeth and sucking on it. He groaned and scooped her up in his arms, stumbling towards the complex the staff lived in. He somehow managed to unlock his door with his hands full of squirming, purring woman and slipped inside.

"Hah ... here, couch," he panted amidst kisses, leaning down to place her on the first available piece of furniture. She laid back, reaching out to him as he knelt atop her. Hizashi grinned and shucked his outer shirt off, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Elly smiled at him and clasped her arms about his neck, pulling him down to her. Her hands slid under his red t-shirt and he bit his lip, squirming and trying to remember to control his quirk when he moaned. Every part of his body felt overly sensitive, her fingertips grazing his skin sparking flashes of heat and electricity wherever she touched.

He hoped he was making her feel the same. If he were to judge based on her meltingly passionate expression, he thought he was doing a pretty good job.

"H - Hih - zashiii..." The syrupy quality of her voice made him shiver. Her eyes had closed as he stroked her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress but they fluttered open when he hummed suggestively.

"I can't go any farther without takin' this whole thing off, baby," he whispered. "Is that what you want, or ..?"

His eyes were on her in the way she'd always dreamed, hot and swirling with passion. The concentric circles seemed to spin as he sighed and caressed the side of her face.

"Yes," she said simply, holding his hand to her cheek.

The blond man sucked in a huge lungful of air, and he pressed one hand to his mouth to stifle the joyful cry that wanted to spill out.

"...as long as you take yours off, too," she added with a twinkle in her eye.

"You've got a deal." He immediately slipped out of his shirt, revealing a rippling abdomen and chest only partially covered in golden hair. Her fingers went straight to the puff in the middle to stroke, trailing lower to trace it down to the waistband of his khakis. "Hey," he complained jokingly, "You better watch what y'doing down there."

"Oh, I'm definitely watching."

His neck grew hotter, and the flush spread to his chest, mottling it in hectic spots of color as she unbuttoned his pants. "Uh. Oh, yeah, I guess you would wanna see..."

"Of course I do. You're gorgeous, Zashi." She looked up at him, sweating a little with his short brows drawn up into a point on his forehead. "I mean it. I never thought you would be interested in me."

He caught her wrist before she could pull the zipper down. "Ches," he said in a serious tone, his voice deepening, "I didn't think you would want me. And, um... look, I gotta level with ya. I'm a little self conscious of my size."

Her eyes softened considerably. "Hizashi Yamada," she purred, "Your body will be perfect to me no matter what."

His heart skipped a beat. "'Kay, just ... don't be scared," he mumbled.

Elly unzipped him with caution and he shimmied out of his lower clothing, kicking them with a mild curse to the floor to lay with his shirts. Her eyebrows raised a little as she cupped the bulge in his red boxer-briefs.

"Oh," she murmured softly.

"Heh." He bit his lip.

"So that really is all you."

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, sweating harder.

"Do you want to maybe take my dress off first?"

He nodded gratefully, taking her in his arms. The necklaces bounced on his chest as he moved and she smiled, running a finger across them. "Lemme get you hot, baby."

"I'm already there," she chuckled. "You - ohhh. Hizashi, wow. Yes." She tipped her head back as he began pecking little kisses all over her upper body. The dress she wore showed modest cleavage, and he dipped lower, sliding a warm, wet tongue between her breasts. Elly's breathing picked up and she stroked the back of his head, her fingers catching in the bun and tugging some more of his hair free. The strands fell down to tickle his cheeks and he absently tucked them behind his ears. His fingers touched the stems of his glasses when he did and he nodded and took them off, folding them and placing them on a table nearby.

"Sit up?"

"Yeah." She did, and he fumbled for the zipper down her back, slowly freeing her of her dress. She had to stand all the way so he could slip it off, and as he did he pressed his face to her exposed belly, kissing everywhere he could reach. "Let me - oh, god, let me sit back down..."

He grinned and pulled her into his lap, his mouth aiming for hers as she straddled him. "Perfect," he sighed dreamily, his fingers unhooking the clasp of her bra.

That's when she learned the Voice Hero was very fond of using his mouth even when he wasn't producing any sound. Well, he was, but technically not from his lips. She cried out continuously, gasping and moaning as he lovingly suckled on her nipples. His left hand toyed with one while his mouth attached to the other, then he would switch until the pleasure he teased from the swollen nubs was almost unbearable.

Her hands kneaded his upper back restlessly. "Please, I want - I need..."

He nuzzled once more and then backed up. "Bedroom."

"Yes."

"Enthusiastic consent," he hummed, pleased. "You are so freakin' awesome." Hizashi put his glasses back on. She purred her agreement and rested her head on his shoulder when he picked her up. He carried her swiftly to his bed and pulled the sheets back so she could cuddle up. The bedroom was very dark, the only light the moon shining through the blinds onto them as they came together. Hizashi smiled and rolled on top of her, propping himself on his hands so as not to burden her with his weight. More tendrils of his hair had fallen free and he ignored them as they kissed.

"What..." Music filled the air; a popular romantic song that she knew fairly well. "Zashi?"

"I, uh." He held up his phone, hidden in his palm on the bed. "I know ya can't see it right now, but I gotta extensive music system set up. I made a playlist for us, if we ever, uh - you know..." Hizashi paused. "I dreamed about this a lot," he added in a very low voice. "About you. Us."

"Ohmigod," she whispered softly. "That's so romantic."

He blushed harder and ducked his head. "Heh. I hope you like the music. Wouldn't wanna kill the mood!"

Her hands ran through his hair once more, this time unraveling the rest so his golden locks fell down in a shimmering cascade about his shoulders and back. "Nothing can kill this mood."

"Mmn. So..."

"I'm on birth control," she told him matter-of-factly. "You get your tests done at the start of the month, too?"

"Uh huh. Clean, or I can't do hero work."

"Me too."

"Good. Do you, uh, want a condom anyway?" He nodded to the side of the bed. "Kayama keeps shoving handfuls at me but I don't, ah, ever need them."

"Until now," she teased, laughing. "But, no. No, wait. I didn't mean that. I'm okay without."

He raised an eyebrow, one eye large and the other squinting at her. Once again he had removed those red rimmed glasses and his eyes were bare. They stared deeply into her own. "You sure?"

"Only because it's you. Yes. I've never done it without protection before, but I want this. It should be safe."

"Ahhh, shit - you tellin' me you want me that much?" His brow drew even tighter and he passed a hand over his face. "Listen, Ches - if ya didn't get it already, I'm so in love with you."

Her happy little cry made his heart pound. "I love you, too!"

He set his forehead on hers and sighed. "Hot damn. All right!"

They laughed in unison, hands grasping each other's final pieces of clothing. Hers went easily, panties of purple silk he slid down her legs as he whistled appreciatively. Elly pulled out and down to free him, and he gulped loudly. He'd forgotten his unease but now -

"Ohhh, Hizashi."

"Baby?" He slowly cracked one eyelid, hoping from her soft tone she wasn't frightened. "Uh..."

His member lay heavily on his inner thigh, dark red at the tip and leaking. He was far above average in length and her shocked gasp was amazed. He bit his lip, holding still and groaning when her fingers curled around him to give an experimental tug.

"You were afraid I'd be scared," she said quietly. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "That means others reacted badly to your body," she went on, her voice trembling.

"It's a myth everyone wants bigger," he coughed, embarrassed. "I've been turned down. And the other thing I hear a lot is guys with big dicks think they don't have to do much, so they suck at sex."

"Oh, Zashi, no... I'm not afraid of you. This," she rubbed gently, just under the sensitive head and he moaned. "This is part of you, and you're so good and kind. Not to mention sexy as hell," she grinned, flashing her fangs at him.

"For real?"

"Yeah, for real." Elly kissed him on the nose. "Here, see for yourself what you did to me." She guided his hand below and his eyes widened as he felt her wetness.

"Wow," he breathed. "You feel ready already." He wriggled his eyebrows at her. "A - Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Hizashi shifted around, angling himself and rubbing the tip of his erection on her body. "I'll go slow, 'kay? You gotta get used to me first."

She nodded and slipped her legs around him. He took a deep breath and flexed his lower half, thrusting inside and moving smoothly until his belly lat flat on hers.

"Ohhhh."

"I'm - I'm gonna move." He drew a shaky breath and pulled back, thrusting in as before. "S - still green, babe?"

"Yeah." She smiled warmly at him. "You feel very good." Her striped tail flicked slowly, stirring the sheets on one side.

He gasped, his heart swelling with pride at her statement. "Hold on, then. Yer so hot, I - I didn't know it would feel like this!"

His movement picked up, though he was still very cautious. After several minutes of frenzied thrusting she wailed his name and he froze, his eyes huge with alarm.

"Hizashi!"

"Oh shit, Ches, did I hurt you?!"

She shook her head, her short, purple hair splaying messily out on his pillow. "You're not hurting me, no, you're so gentle and it's so sweet... oh, 'Zashi!" Her cries grew higher pitched, breathier, and she squeezed him tightly around the waist with her legs. "Oh god, yes! Yes!"

Her final throes of pleasure pushed him over the edge and he whined loudly, hips bucking hard and fast. "Sh - shit... gotta try not to quirk out! Ungh, baby, hold yer hands over yer ears, quick!"

She clapped her hands over her furry ears and watched with love and a great deal of amusement as he threw his head back, his mouth open wide. She still heard the shout, and felt it besides, a force that washed over her and rattled the entire building.

Hizashi hung his head, face hidden in his long hair as he regained control of his breathing. When he finally spoke his voice was subdued, shaken. "Nothing broke? You okay?"

"I think we're fine." She glanced around. "No one came running, anyway. Isn't that a good sign?"

"Hey, yeah!" He brightened considerably. "I'm sorry for losing control of my quirk - I don't, you know, usually do that. Really. You're special."

Elly's smile widened and she brushed his hair back so she could look into his eyes. He grimaced slightly and pulled out of her, wincing at the sticky feeling. He'd come far too much... would she know?

If she did, she said nothing, just a brief mention that she needed to use the bathroom. He told her where it was and while she was gone, cleaned himself marginally up with some tissues from the bedside. When she came back he was waiting with his arms held out for her to snuggle close.

"Oh, this is nice," she purred happily, burrowing under the sheets next to his warmth. He kissed her forehead affectionately and she rubbed her cheek on his.

"Hmm," he murmured, "Y'know, this all started when Shota told me you were marking me earlier."

She paused in the act itself. "Oh, really?"

"Yep." He grinned at her. "I was a big chicken about tellin' you how I felt. Sounds dumb now, huh?"

"Nah." She kissed him and he returned the favor, softly mouthing her lips. "As long as we're together now, everything is great."

"Mmn. That's right."

Valentine's 2020 (Zashi)

When Elly opened the door to her office this morning, she spotted proof that another person had already been there.

A bacon and egg croissant sat neatly on a paper plate in the center of her desk beside a foam cup of coffee. She sniffed the wonderful smells, appreciating the gesture and rather touched. When she drew out her chair to sit, another surprise - someone else was sitting there!

Well, something, anyway.

There was a medium-sized bright yellow <i>banana</i> plushie in her place, holding a rose with a note clipped to it. The banana had a twirly, Dali-esque mustache under its googly eyes. The note pinned to one of its cartoon glove hands read:

"<i>I mustache you to be my Valentine</i>" ♡

It was clear who had sent it not only because it was written in English, but who else in Japan would know that this day where she came from - America  -- was typically gender reversed?

Also, mustache.

She hid a huge smile behind one hand as she picked the stuffed fruit up and sat it on her desk, propped up beside her computer. The rose she slipped into a bottle of water after uncapping one of the few she had stored in her drawer.

The counselor went about her daily routine until lunch, when she heard the rapid beat of impatient fingers drumming on her door.

"Hey hey! You comin' to lunch or what?" Present Mic stood there beaming down at her.

Elly smiled back and held out a small box towards him. "Yep. I was looking for this first."

"Eh?" His grin got wider and he took her offering, popping it open to peer inside. What he found caused him to squeal with delight. "<i>Cookies!</i>"

"Chocolate chip cookies," she laughed.

Mic had already crammed several in his mouth. "Ohmigod, Ches," he raved through a mouthful of crumbs. "These're <i>so good.</i>"

"Well, I'm glad." She laid a gentle hand on his arm. "I badgered Aizawa unmercilessly until he told me your favorite."

"They're excellent." He swallowed mightily. Crumbs dusted his lips and chin and he wiped them off with the back of one hand. "I would've accepted anything you gave me, though," he admitted shyly.

"You're way too cute, you know," she told him with a smile.

Mic pulled his shades down with one finger to stare deeply into her eyes. "Actually, babe, I'd've never guessed." He laughed abashedly. "I'm not a huge or muscle-y hero, an' I'm cranked up to an annoying level most of the time. I got a lotta bad habits. But I never seem to bother you."

"Bother me?" Elly frowned, her ears twitching. "You're tall and lean. That doesn't mean you're not strong. And as for your 'levels', as you put it, I think that's what makes me love you so much. Your enthusiasm for <i>everything</i> you do, big or small, is infectious!"

The Voice Hero stood, stunned and anazingly mute for a few long seconds. She could see red creeping up out of his neck speaker to flood across his cheeks and brighten his ears endearingly. His lips twitched in a wobbly grin.

"M - Mic? You okay?"

"Oh, <i>yeah</i>." He sighed dreamily. "I'm perfect."

"Uh, okay." She blushed too when she saw how intently he was staring at her.

"Dude," he giggled faintly. "Ya don't even realize what you admitted, do ya?" He pushed back his chair and stepped close, wrapping his arms about her waist. "Hmm? The chocolate was one thing, but you <i>said</i> it!"

"I - I, er..."

Mic bent down and whispered into one of her furry ears. "I love you, too." 

Blackout Confessions

Elly rolled over in bed, fussing with the sheets. She was tangled, wrapped up too tightly and she panicked and gasped sharply, waking in a sudden, jarring jolt upright.

She sat in the darkness, panting with her heart racing at some unknown nightmare. As she took slower and longer breaths to calm down, she saw the reason for her panic unwind itself from her waist. A muscular arm slipped from her lap when she moved.

"S'wrong?"

The husky, sleepy mumble was very wrong. It was a low baritone and far more annoyed sounding than concerned.

And, of course, there shouldn't be anyone else in her bed!

Elly swallowed very hard and turned to face a very bleary-eyed, very nude Shota Aizawa.

"Erk!" Her ears shot up in the air and she choked, her throat too constricted to push out the shriek that was her first reaction.

Aizawa propped himself up on one elbow and stared harder at her. "Hey, Ches. You all right?" He sounded more awake, less cranky and his tone was softer. When she didn't answer and remained sitting there, stunned and trembling, he sat up beside her. The sheets pooled low around his hips, showing the line of dark hair that trailed down his abdomen.

"Ai - Aizawa ..."

"What." He coughed dryly, and she realized with mild surprise that he had laughed. "You still asleep?" A hand reached out and touched her brow, resting there a moment. His palm was rough and calloused, but very gentle as he checked her temperature. She blinked, struggling to snap out of her stupor and move but she just couldn't seem to.

The scruffy man next to her muttered, "Not hot," to himself and withdrew his hand. He squinted at her and she saw the red flash of his eyes in the dark as he tested to see if her strange behavior was quirk-related. "Okay," he sighed, giving up on that idea when nothing happened.

"I have to -" Elly made another attempt to leave the bed but froze, a small squeak slipping past her lips as he wrapped both arms around her.

"What's wrong? You woke up like you had a bad dream and now you're acting irrational. Let me comfort you." He tugged a little, pulling her closer, and she was made aware once more of the fact that he was naked as she bumped against his hairy leg. His arms were very warm and strong, too. It would be easy to go along with it, to imagine this was only a -

"Dream," she blurted out.

That was it. Had to be!

"Hunh?"

"I, uh, I'm dreaming now." Aizawa's eyes slid half-shut and he groaned. Before she could say another word his hand slipped down her side and under the long t-shirt she wore. His fingers deftly tweaked one of her nipples and she moaned despite herself.

"Realize you're awake now?" This time she could hear the dry amusement in his voice. "Or do you need more ... convincing?"

"I don't remember us getting together. I went to sleep in my bed - alone -- and woke up with you here!"

He rubbed at his eyes with one hand, his shoulders slumping as he considered this. When he spoke next, his voice shook just a little. "You don't remember. So you don't really ... love me?"

"Um." Elly bit her lower lip.

"Oh?"

"You're... I can't lie to you now. It would be ridiculous in the position we're in." She hesitated, then went on quickly. "I kind of - felt that way already. I didn't tell you since you seemed like you weren't interested in anyone, let alone me."

His lips twitched in the faintest of smiles. "You do love me."

"Damn it! That's not the point -"

"Isn't it? If this is what you want, why fight it?"

"Aizawa -"

"You called me Shota last night," he sighed sadly.

"I - I don't know what to say."

"Look," he said firmly, "we both got a little drunk and confessed to each other. This -" He waved a hand at them in bed, "happened as a result. You didn't fall asleep alone."

"We - so we..."

"Made love. Yes."

"Oh my god." She buried her face in her hands. "I don't remember. And I don't feel hungover at all."

Aizawa looked more nervous when she admitted it. "You really don't..?"

"Remember?"

"Yes."

She shook her head. "I really don't."

His brow furrowed even deeper and she saw pain in his gray eyes as he flinched. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. I didn't think you were intoxicated since we talked for a long time beforehand. We discussed our ... ah, feelings, like I mentioned. I don't do that for just anyone." A long, shaky sigh followed and he drew the sheets up to cover himself. "I was under the impression that you wanted this. Me."

Elly watched as the scruffy man beside her hang his head, his long, black hair obscuring his face. She could hear uneven, hoarse breathing coming from him and was shocked that he could be so vulnerable. If he was telling the truth - and she believed him -- neither of them were at fault. She was just forgetful after drinking and rarely overdid it. Supposing she had, this could be the result.

Because she did love him. She was madly in love with this scruffy, haggard, bleary-eyed asshole that acted tough but had the softest heart of anyone she knew.

"Aiz - err, Shota," she purred softly, reaching out to brush his dark hair back and lay a hand on his shoulder. "I believe you. You're one of the best, the honest person that I know. I - to tell you the truth, I can black out like this if I drink too much. And, well, my 'too much' is probably far less than most people think."

"That seems excessive." He lifted his head to stare blankly off into the dark room.

"Yes, well. It has to do with the drugs the doctors gave me when I was younger."

He uttered a small sound of outrage that was oddly comforting. It was a protective growl that somehow conveyed his disgust at how she had been treated as a child. His arms twitched as if they wanted to hold her again, yet he held back this time.

Elly took a deep breath. Now that she was calmer, she could smell his bitter coffee and energy drink scent. It mixed with the warm, puppy like smell his unwashed hair gave off. They had been asleep for several hours and he probably smelled more like him than she ever noticed at work or the bar.

She very much wanted to kiss him.

So she did.

He twitched a little when her lips met his, letting her make all the opening moves. Aizawa pressed forward with a soft groan when she parted her mouth in clear invitation.

"Ches."

"Mm hm."

"Would you like to start over?"

"I think that's a good idea," she agreed, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her once more.

Loud and clear

So warm.

Everything felt <i>right</i> in the moment when Elly woke. The feline part of her nose twitched, picking up a soothing blend of smells. Bubblegum and leather are mixed with a subtle, more personal scent she recognized even in the dreamy state she was in. She sighed, easily slipping into a personal fantasy of hers.

It would be so wonderful to be held in those long, strong arms. Like - well honestly, kind of like how she felt now.

<i>Wait a second...</i>

This definitely wasn't her bed. Also, when she'd fantasized before she had never felt weight around her. It was as if she was actually being held. Elly froze in place, her ears laying back as a low, muzzy snore sounded to her left. She opened her eyes and started to shake all over when all she saw a long, black expanse of leather stretching out in front of her.

"Ohmigod."

Her mind recalled the past series of events all at once. Everyone was exhausted after an extensive raid at several warehouses on the docks. Elly had almost stumbled and fallen after putting in a full day's work at U.A after that long night of hero work. Present Mic - Yamada -- had offered to walk her back.

The Voice Hero was as tired as she was, though, and in the end they had crashed in the nearest apartment available - his. She was laying on top of him on his couch. The bigger problem was that Elly must have wandered down his body as they dozed, comforted by his warmth and the fact that his arm was indeed draped around her. There was, however, no excuse for her head resting so comfortably on Mic's leg. She was far too close to the junction of his thighs, the smooth bulge that indicated he likely wore a cup with those tight pants.

But although she was panicking, she couldn't help but savor the moment before it turned into disaster. This wasn't just any man. She had a gigantic crush on him for a year and running. And if he <i>smelled</i> good, he felt better under her head, his muscles relaxed for the moment and the leather slick and smooth. Elly knew she could just slip off and escape - she <i>should</i>, in fact -- but she might never be in this position again.

So she hesitated just a little longer, eyes closed while a purr rumbled softly in her throat.

"Oh, hey." A low baritone interrupted her thoughts. Mic's normal tone was higher pitched and his voice only dropped when he got serious. "Therz'a kitten on my leg." His speech was slightly slurred from sleep.

She tensed all over, her purple eyes snapping wide. "Uh  - I, uh, must have ..."

"S'okay," he murmured. He reached down with one hand to thread his fingers through her short hair, rubbing her furry ears. The leather of his fingerless gloves were soft and smooth. "If yer okay, I'm okay."

"I'm..." She paused, then took a deep, trembling breath and nuzzled his palm gently with her cheek. "I'm a little freaked out, if you want to know the truth!"

He chuckled, one hand carefully cupping the back of her neck. His fingers traced the skin there, causing her to shiver. "Good freak or bad, babe?"

She considered this, lips pursed. "Good, I think. It's good if you're interested in me, that is."

"Oh, I'm interested," he breathed in a husky growl. "Just bring yourself back up here, baby. I wanna kiss you, an' yer too far away."

She crawled up from his lap, and he slung his arms low around her waist while their mouths met for the first time.

It was <i>excellent</i>.

He was gentle and patient, something she would not have guessed from his exuberant nature. There was no rush or hurried banging of teeth, only the languid, soft lapping of his tongue when she parted her lips. His mustache points tickled outrageously as he nuzzled her, grinning when she giggled.

"Your mustache is so <i>soft</i>," she whispered shakily into his mouth.

"Ahhh," he breathed, setting his forehead on hers while they each caught their breath. "That was righteous. Better'n I dreamed."

"Want to do it again?" She stared deeply into his naked green eyes. The prescription shades he wore with his hero outfit lay on the coffee table nearby, and she could see when the concentric circles in them seemed to thin when his pupils dilated.

"<i>Please</i>," he whined softly, and she happily obliged.