Flirt wars (shota)

 

Sleeping Bag (shota)

"Hnf. I bet you're boring in bed," Kayama scoffed at the man in front of her at the table.

"I prefer a sleeping bag," Aizawa shrugged.

"Are you telling me you've had sex in that and are dragging it around school all the time?!" She spluttered, getting the better part of her drink all over.

Thirteen edged away from the drunken woman with a grimace. "Hey, Ches... you want to trade places?"

"And sit next to Midnight? When she's drunk?!" Elly shook her head. "Oh, no. I know better than that."

"Cheshire!"

Elly groaned. "Yeah, Midnight?"

"Does Eraser really screw in his bag?"

Her tail frizzed completely out in every direction. "I - I don't... <i>why would you ask me that</i>?!"

Kayama looked nonplussed. "Hey, I figured you and him were - you know ..." She made a rude gesture and Thirteen hid her face in her gloved hands.

"What gave you <i>that</i> idea?" Aizawa asked curiously.

"Well, I mean, you both flirt all the time and, if Eraserhead here has a type, it would definitely hafta be cat related!" She pointed at the cat woman's ears. "I see him staring at your tail and stuff when he thinks you're not watching."

"Kayama!"

"Maybe it's not your tail." She chuckled wickedly and downed another shot. "You an ass man, Aizawa?"

He gave her a very steady look.

She burst out laughing and then hicupped. "Uh oh. Be right back, I've got to use the ladies' room."

Aizawa blinked at Elly, who stared right back. Thirteen, feeling like a third wheel, got up to order some more food.

The scruffy man broke the silence first. "So," he murmured, scratching absently at his chin. "You want to see if we can both fit?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Elly accepted quickly.

-

A nice feeling (shota)

Eri watched, her eyes wide and mouth open in a little "o" of surprise, as her guardian smiled a softer smile than any she'd seen before.

Elly knocked gently at her door while Aizawa was braiding her hair. When she poked her head through at the girl's tentative acceptance, his busily working hands stilled. She felt rather than heard the intake of air as the older man's gaze fell upon the counselor.

<i>He looks at her different</i>, she thought, awed.

His bland voice sounded the same, though. "Is there something you need, Cheshire?"

"You," Elly said easily, shrugging. She winked at Eri, whose eyes grew larger at the casual sign of camaraderie.

Aizawa choked on that. "Excuse me?"

The cat woman laughed and sat on the small bed, making sure not to disturb the few stuffed animals seated there. "You're doing Eri's hair for the event tonight, right? I thought it might be a good idea if I did yours." She gazed fondly at his messy, wavy locks.

Aizawa would have immediately rejected the idea, but the pale child before him spun about to face him with an excited smile. "That's great!"

He blinked his tired eyes, startled. "Oh?"

Eri couldn't explain how safe and cared for she felt when he did her hair. His strong fingers were gentle as they combed through, taking his time and helping her pick out the pretty accessories he'd mostly bought for her. But she knew one thing, and in her childlike innocence she blurted out the truth in more ways than she knew.

"She'll make you feel nice! You should do it."

The adults shared a look that spoke louder than words. "Well," he murmured slowly, his gray eyes never leaving Elly's purple ones, "I guess it's settled, then." He finished off the last braid, fingers moving deftly, and attached the fuzzy band she picked out earlier. "You good?"

"Uh huh." Eri nodded, and he pointed out the door. She breathlessly thanked him as she ran out on sturdy little legs to join the girls of class 1-A downstairs.

Aizawa stayed in his crouched position until he couldn't hear the sounds of her feet running down the hall. He then stood slowly up, grimacing as his knees popped. Elly raised her eyebrows at him when he took a long step to stand directly in front of her. He bent down so he could speak directly into one of her furry, purple ears.

"I'm ready for you to make me feel ... <i>nice</i>," he hummed in a low tone. "Shall we move to your room or mine?"

She blushed.

-

The Pocky Game (shota)

"She's never done it before, c'mon!" Kayama shook the box of pocky in the scruffy teacher's face.

"Uh, that's okay, really. I know how it works, and it's <i>definitely</i> not something Aizawa would want to do." Elly tried her hardest to defuse the situation, but the R-Rated Hero smelled sexual tension in the air like a bloodhound. She was also quite drunk.

Aizawa took the box from her and set it on the table in front of them. "Kayama," he sighed wearily, "we're not a couple of teenagers."

The dark-haired woman snickered. "No," she agreed. "No, you're not. <i>You're</i> a thirty-one year old stick-in-the-mud that I gaurrantee never did anything like this. Man up, Aizawa! Have another drink!"

It was, ultimately, the alcohol that did them in.

Kayama had a wide variety of bottles and cans of all sorts of alcohol, both mixed and plain. They all had one thing in common, though, and that was their staggeringly high proof count. Several glasses of beer later, the scruffy man kept eyeing the box and poking at it until he finally turned to Elly.

"Let's do this," he said firmly. "I want to eat these, and she won't let us unless we do it." He opened the top and took one out, shaking his hair back before sticking the end of the strawberry-coated cookie stick in his mouth.

Their audience of one watched, thrilled, when Elly licked her lips and stared. "Okay," she murmured, "but you're gonna lose." He snorted and waved her towards him. She scooted closer and bit the far end, nibbling immediately.

Pocky sticks were, by definition, not very large. The sweet treat was already half gone before she saw something flicker in the laconic man's gray eyes. Aizawa grinned devilishly at her and took a massive bite, chomping all the way to her side and pressing his lips on hers. She swallowed a mouthful of cookie and gasped, only to feel his tongue slip between her lips in a deliberate kiss.

And then, not satisfied with <i>that</i>, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding low around her waist while he kissed her again.

And again.

Elly mewed faintly, shaking all over, and he steadied her against his warm chest when their mouths broke apart after a seemingly endless display of passion.

"That was epic!" Kayama howled in delight. She held up her phone with a loud and crazy laugh. "I got the whole thing caught on video! Good thing, too, 'cause otherwise nobody would ever believe me."

Flirt Wars (Zashi)

 

Pocky Game (zashi)


"I get to choose, remember?" Midnight slid a box over the coffee table at the couple seated on the couch. "Losers play the pocky game."

"Oh, <i>c'mon</i>," Mic groaned loudly. "We're not teenagers, Midnight!" Elly noticed that despite his protest an intriguing blush was creeping up his neck. It was hard to notice because of his directional speaker, but it was starting to spread beyond.

"You lost," she told him flatly. "If you don't do this in the faculty lounge with us watching, I'll record it." Her eyes glittered dangerously. "In fact, maybe I should..."

Yagi coughed uncomfortably into one hand. "Kayama, perhaps this isn't the best -"

Aizawa shrugged. "I seem to remember <i>someone</i> bragging they would definitely win." He stared hard at his friend, who scowled.

"We would've, if that stupid bee hadn't flown right at me."

"He can deal with the consequences, as can Cheshire. Correct?"

Thirteen giggled like a girl and there was some more laughter in the back. The Voice Hero reluctantly reached for the box of pocky.

"Not so fast - neck gear, off. Both of you."

He swore under his breath but did as he was told. Elly quietly put hers on the table alongside his and sat waiting.

Mic took a stick out of the box, holding it with shaky fingertips as he bit near one end. "A'ight," he said between clenched teeth, "let's do this, yo."

Elly swallowed hard and nodded, trying not to let the gaze of the other staff bother her as she gingerly took the other side in her mouth.

"You know the rules - you've got to get to the middle first, if someone backs away or drops the pocky they lose! And if you meet in the <i>middle</i>," Midnight paused for effect, her tone dripping saccharine sweetness, "it's a tie."

Mic edged closer in a tentative bite, and they began.

Elly's cheeks burned bright red but she kept on, nibbling as slowly as possible. The sweet treat wasn't large, and soon there was barely any left. She threw caution to the wind and looked directly into his bright green eyes. They were sparkling with mischief behind his orange-tinted sunglasses, and before she knew it they closed the final distance and their lips were touching. Mic pressed forward slightly, his eyes growing dreamy for a moment, but he came to when the staff started cat-calling and whistling. Her ears shot straight up and he jerked backwards at the involuntary kiss turned real, flailing his arms wildly.

"Erk! M'sorry, ohmigod, holy shit - wow! I guess, uh, this means we tied, right? Guys?" He glanced nervously around only to find the other teachers had left. "G - guys?" He called faintly, voice faltering. "I have a feeling this was a trap, yo..."

Elly cocked her head at him, a curious smile on her lips. She pointed at the box on the table. "What do you say, Mic? Best two out of three?"


-

Mixed Drinks (zashi)

"Drink it! It's not that bad, I mixed all your faves into one!" Kayama pushed the glass into Hizashi's hand one more time, and the blond man recoiled in disgust just like he had earlier.

"No way! Last time I puked my guts out in the alley! You can't just mix shit an' call it good!" He held his own cup close to him, as if to ward off the evil effects of whatever concoction Kayama had made.

"If you'll let me sip it and not guzzle the damn thing, I'll try it," Elly interjected loudly. She'd had a few drinks herself and was getting annoyed at the other woman encroaching on Hizashi's space, especially because she was sitting next to him. Kayama kept pushing past her to force the damn thing on him, and she reached out with one hand, shoving her back even as her other grabbed the glass. "Sit the hell down and relax."

"Ches, no!" Hizashi called out in dismay.

Elly shook her head and sipped cautiously. Her eyes widened and she shuddered. "That's <i>terrible</i>," she said, gagging.

"Aw, poor baby." Hizashi took a swallow of his drink and leaned forward. She felt a hand cup the back of her head as soft lips brushed her own, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with a sweet taste as she stared into a pair of whirling, green-gold eyes. "Izzat better?"

"Yes," she managed to breathe faintly. "You ordered amazake, 'Zashi?"

"Uh huh."

"I think I have a new favorite drink."

He winked at her.

-

Soreness (zashi)

"Doesn't your speaker get heavy?" Elly reached out, her fingers hovering inches away from the reddened skin on the Voice Hero's neck. He'd taken it off in the lounge to relax for a few minutes before classes started again.

Mic was staring at his phone and didn't notice she was so close. He shrugged. "Yeah, but what ya gonna do, huh? I need it, so it's a necessary evil. Besides, I'm used to it by now. It's only after I've worn it all day it gets really annoying."

Elly lightly touched his throat, and he jumped backwards, his phone slipping from his hands to clatter onto the table. "Sorry. It just... looks like it hurts."

His large, green-gold eyes were huge as he took in the scene before him with the counselor kneeling down with her fingertips grazing his Adam's apple. "Uh... well, it kinda does, yeah."

"Is there anything I can do?"

She looked so earnest, her ears laid back and dark eyes filled with sympathy and other emotions he could only guess at. Dazed, Mic spoke before his brain could kick in. "You could kiss it better."

"Tilt your head a little?" Elly closed the distance between them and he shivered at the warm touch of her mouth on his skin.

"That's definitely better. Um. Hey, if you're up for it, I've got some chapped lips that could use some attention, too."

-


r/redditsucks (zashi)

Elly scrolled aimlessly on her phone in the shared desk space. She was waiting for a copy from Aizawa and consequently standing near her crush, Present Mic. The two sat together, so she could get away with being close to him.

<b>randocontent10</b><i>The new counselor at U.A. is a partial cat anthro. Cat girl style, you know, all the right parts. What do you think? Is she going to break some hearts while in Japan?</i>

<b>PmUrDonutPix</b><i>The one with the fanged mask? She's scary as shit!</i>

<b>PostHumurously</b><i>r/dontputyourdickinthat lol</i>

Elly sighed. She liked her reputation as the Insanity Hero, it's just that sometimes she wanted to be seen as something other than "scary".

She was so depressed she didn't notice Mic typing furiously on his phone, his brow furrowed in anger. Aizawa gave her what she needed, and she nodded and left for her private office.

Once seated in her comfortable chair, she laid her head on her desk and closed her eyes. After a couple of minutes she heard someone enter, and recognized the squeak and smell of the leather Mic wore.

He leaned down close to her ear and spoke very softly. "Hey, Ches?"

No response. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one else was around, then whispered, "<i>I</i> think you're beautiful."

<b>LoudestBirbScrem</b>: <i>STFU, you're all being shit humans. She's gorgeous & I'd totally date her.</i>

Moy mell 58

 

When he reached the top of the stairs he saw the entire upper level was open; a gorgeous area surrounded on one side with huge windows. It was dark enough by now that the lights came on when he walked up with Elly starting to lift her head from his shoulder. There was a small kitchen and dining area on the west side, and a couple of doors suggesting pantries, closets, and possibly a bathroom. The east side past the huge living room had only one door since the bedroom had a master bath inside the suite. Everything was warm and homey, with polished wood floors, throw rugs and everything else one expected in a mountain retreat.

He really didn't think too much of it; Aizawa was a simple man. If it pleased her it made him happy, though. He took in the layout for purely logical purposes, noting the rooms and weak points of defense.

He tried, but she didn't make it to the bedroom. Elly had held out amazingly well if what Seimei said was true, but was finally at her limit. Her body slithered out of his arms to kneel in front of him on the carpet at the foot of the stairs, hands gripping his hips under the robe. Aizawa choked on a lungful of air as she went directly for him, mouth sucking on his flaccid member with overwhelming eagerness. He shrugged his bathrobe off and kicked it aside, his brow drawn as he felt an odd sensation of heat pooling in his groin instead of pressure like normal. This was <i>definitely</i> going to be different than sex like he was used to.

After a few moments she slipped him out of her mouth, crying out with delight at his growing erection. Her nails dug into his skin, flexing and starting to claw when he didn't move fast enough for her liking.

"Calm down," he gasped. "I promise I'll make you feel good, just... quit trying to tear me apart."

Elly sank down to the floor on her back, staring up at him with greedy lust, her robe open. He took one deep breath and laid heavily on her, calming her with the sensation of his body on her own.

"Sho..."

"It's okay." He guided himself to her heat with one hand, angling slightly. "Oh, shit," he groaned as he thrust, stunned by the strange sensation in his groin. "<i>Ches</i>." His movement faltered for a brief moment as the tingling in his lower belly grew. It was unnerving, but he threw himself back into action, keeping a slow, steady pace. He soon noticed that she was at war with herself; torn between losing herself to the pleasure and holding back for his safety. Her nails dug sharply into his back and then just as quickly jerked away while she whimpered and tossed her head.

"So <i>good</i> to me," she groaned, fingers twining restlessly in his hair. "Don't want to h - hurt."

"Shh, my queen. It's fine." Aizawa decided to give her something to focus on. "I want you to look into my eyes the whole time - right until the very end."

"<i>Sexy</i>," Elly breathed shakily as she obeyed. She shivered at his loud, roughened voice. He was close, so close and his dark pupils huge with passion. His head lolled forward, strands of dark hair that escaped from the messy bun sticking to his sweaty neck and face. He snarled with pleasure when their eyes met and shuddered.

"Look at me, kitten," he growled, panting. "<i>Look at me</i>!"

The tension in her belly grew to an unbearable level. Aizawa flipped his sweaty hair back with a toss of his head and moved faster, baring his teeth as he gave it his all. The couple slid several feet along the shiny wooden floor until he firmly planted his palms down as anchors. This meant he couldn't hold her but he made up for it with a series of wet, deep kisses.

Mating sex really was the most intense and she screamed when she came, clinging to him desperately. He was not far behind, but his orgasm was noticeably different from any she witnessed before. His breathing hitched, thrusts faltering, and Elly saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

She was coherent for the moment after being sated, so she cupped the back of his neck in one palm and encouraged him with a smile. "I need you to come for me. I'm watching."

Aizawa shuddered with a grimace on his reddened features. "I - I'm not sure I can ...no, oh my god. <i>Unghh</i>!"

"Yes," she sighed.

"<i>Fuck</i> that's weird," he rasped between clenched teeth. "Aaahhh, Ches, it's so hot. I'm..!" He thrust forward once more and broke his gaze from hers, head drooping. His dark hair was almost completely free now, and it tickled her shoulders and neck as he kissed her fondly.

"Better?"

He snorted. "I should be asking <i>you</i>."

"Well, I am, for now."

Aizawa pulled out from her warmth with a wet sound. "We're both a mess," he murmured as he rubbed at the back of his sweat-soaked neck. "Let's say we get cleaned up before you need another round."

"Bathroom is in the suite over there."

He picked her up and carried her inside the bedroom. The bed here was surprisingly simple, large but with a thick wooden frame. The sheets were plain as well, and a tall stack of fresh ones sat on top of a linen chest nearby, along with a door set in the wall. He frowned and when she saw where he was looking she blushed a little.

"That's a laundry chute," she explained. "It's easier to change clothing and sheets that way."

He grunted amiably and entered the bathroom. This was considerably more opulent, as he knew she enjoyed the water, even if it was only a bath. This shower and tub combo wasn't as large as the one at the house, more like a two person jacuzzi at best. It had pleasant bubbles and a color changing light, however, which made the water more relaxing. He set her down in the seat on the far end as he rummaged around for supplies.

"Do you want scented bubbles?"

Elly rolled her neck to the side to watch as he gestured to the open cabinets. He was glad to see she was pliant, her body limp. She hummed quietly to herself, thinking that he looked very attractive as he was, nude and hunched over with a thoughtful expression. He absently ran a hand through his hair, working it all free of what was left of the bun to fall down his back.

"Any ocean scents?"

Aizawa gave her a rather dry look. "Ches, there's almost ten different types, ranging from 'sea breeze to the ridiculously named 'pink sands', whatever that means."

"Oooh, pick the pink one, baby."

He chuckled and brought over a small vial. "You hold it. I'll run the water."

After the water was bubbling, the sweet scent of the bath oil rising from the steam, he settled in beside her. Elly reached out for him, sliding her slippery arms around his neck. When he turned to face her he saw she was blushing again, her pupils blown wide.

"So much for getting clean first," he sighed. "No, <i>no</i> - don't you dare pout at me, kitten. That's ...shit. It's too damned cute." She shivered as he pulled her into his lap. "Getting fussy again? Let me take care of you."

Elly shifted on his lap, obviously feeling his lack of erection and disgruntled because of it. "Are you going to..?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, love, but no drug or spell can shrink my refractory time this much. It's only been ten minutes or so and I'm not that young anymore. You'll just have to put up with my fingers." She moaned, and he grinned and beckoned her forward. "Give me your neck." He bit the mating mark yet again, holding the skin gently in his teeth as he reached between her legs.

It didn't take long, and afterward they were able to wash up and enjoy a nap together.

Regression (zashi) 2

Elly shivered in his arms as Hizashi set her down gently on her bed. Her new stuffed animal was placed just as carefully beside the nightstand.

"There," he said lightly. "Now you can grab some clothes and we can maybe get - some, uh, get some dinner..." his voice trailed slowly off in disbelief as she stood, letting the blanket fall before he had a chance to turn around. Her body was full figured, larger on the bottom and her breasts were medium sized, not tiny but not huge. He looked down before he could think fully, and choked when he saw the patch of purple hair at her groin.

"I'd much rather you hold me some more," she breathed softly. "A lot more, to be honest."

"Ch - Ches, baby, are you sure?" His knees went weak and he struggled to keep his eyes above her neck. "This is pretty fast -"

"If anything, I waited too long," Elly said regretfully. "I love you, Hizashi. I was too scared to tell you. But today, you - you treated me better than anyone ever has." She smiled a trembling little smile at him and held her arms out. "Treat me like that again?"

He leaped forward onto the bed, causing the springs to squeak in protest, and buried his face in her neck. "Shit, baby, I love you so much!" The lamp on the nightstand rattled as his quirk activated in his emotion, and he quickly curbed it. "Ya want me, ya got me."

"Yes." She closed her eyes as he moved in for a kiss.

"Mnnn... forever." He moaned, the feel of her naked body on his and her lips parting overwhelming him. Hizashi kissed her so sweetly that she went limp in his arms, rolling her neck back when they parted.

"Forever... oh, god, you're so <i>romantic</i>."

"When it comes to you," he clarified. "Only with you, baby." His hands caressed her smooth back and she shivered. "Sensitive tail?" He listened intently as her breath hitched at his touch. "That's a yes."

"Zashi..." She slurred his name in a pleasure-induced fog as he stroked the silky, striped fur. "Nngh, yeah. Stroke the base, l - like that. Just like that."

"What if I nibble on your neck at the same time? How 'bout that?" He suited action to the words and she was moaning in ecstacy in seconds, the fur under his fingers fluffing out. He sucked light marks all over her neck and throat, careful not to make them too visible, until his glasses slipped and almost fell.

"Err, whoops. Lemme just get rid of these." He slipped them off and placed them aside. "They're in the way. All righty, then - where was I? Oh!" Her hands gripped the back of his suit, tugging impatiently.

"Get rid of all this," she purred. "You look absolutely gorgeous in it, Zashi sweetie, but I want to see you naked."

"Hmm!" Her hands groped further down and he jerked upright, the spirals in his eyes thickening in intensity. "Yeah, yeah... watch me."

The beautiful fabric piled around him on the floor as he unfastened and stripped every last bit, revealing an expanse of chest hair that trailed past his navel into the slacks. He unbundled and unzipped, then hooked his fingers in the waist and pulled slowly, revealing slightly jutting hips and a tantalizing glimpse of gold underwear.

"You like?"

"Ever the entertainer, huh?" She licked her lips, staring at the shiny fabric. "Are those boxers or briefs?"

"You tell me." He pulled the pants off, revealing a pair of shiny boxer briefs with a black elastic band.

"Zashi?"

"Uh huh?" He paused with a sly smile as he climbed back onto the bed.

"Are those, um. Are those Present Mic underwear?"

"What else would <i>Present Mic</i> wear?" He raised an eyebrow at her, his smile turning into a gigantic grin.

"You're too much." But she let him press her down onto the mattress, her head coming to rest on her pillow.

"Comfy?" He kissed her, lingering on her lips with a soft hum. "Oh, and is there anything we need to discuss?"

"Nope. Clean and on BC."

"Me, too. Uh, well, clean that is." He paused in the act of nuzzling at her lips with his own. "Wait. Does that mean you're okay with me coming inside of you?"

Elly nodded shyly, and watched as the color rushed into his face and down his neck. "Oh. Oh... baby, I - I've never, uh. I never did that before."

"Me neither," she admitted sheepishly.

"Whoa." He shook himself and wisps of blond hair fell down to tickle his cheeks. He tucked them behind his ears without a thought. "I'm touched. And happy. Is that cool? I mean, I don't wanna be a possessive boyfriend, but I <i>like</i> you giving me a special part of you like that. An' vice versa."

"I'm happy about it."

He laughed out loud, unable to contain his joy. "Then let's get rockin'." She would have made a remark about that, but he kissed her very firmly on the lips and she surrendered to his awkward adorableness. He rubbed his nose along her neck in affection, and his pointy mustache tickled her enough to make her squirm.

"Zashi, your mustache -"

"Hmm?" His head perked up from where he'd been grazing on her throat. "Oh. Too tickly?" He wiggled his upper lip, and she giggled like a schoolgirl. "Sorry, babe. That's part of the territory."

"No, I love it. It's so you and I always wanted to know what it would feel like when we kissed, or on my skin..." Elly sighed dreamily.

"Then it's your lucky day," he crooned softly, trailing his lips down to the swell of her breasts. "Did I, uh, mention I have a bit of an oral fixation?"

"What?"

His muffled moan mixed with hers as he devoured her nipples, one after the other with such zeal that she was shocked to find she was getting close to orgasm without his touch or penetration. After fifteen minutes, she lay weak on the bed underneath him, her hands clutching his head and fingers entwined in his wealth of golden hair.

"I'm - I'm too close, and I want to touch you, too," she whined the next time he came up for air.

"Close already? Is that possible?!" He blinked at her, his green eyes wide. She took the opportunity to pull him close and kiss his neck, moving down to his shoulders while her hands explored his chest. He was lean, but his abdomen was firm and lightly sculpted, enough to trace the individual muscles. The fine line of hair that led into his underwear spread again in a small puff on his lower belly. Elly ruffled her fingers through this, and he groaned and lifted his hips in a silent plea.

She pulled out and down, freeing him from the branded merchandise with his Hero name on the rear. Hizashi kicked them off and bit his lip, holding his cries in as she reached out to touch him for the first time. She stroked him for only a couple of minutes before his pants and breathy groans became high-pitched and desperate.

"Ch - Ches!"

"Uh huh."

"If yer close, can I..? Next time we'll go slower, promise," he added quickly. "But damn, babygirl, you're so hot I doubt I can hold out much longer."

"It's okay," she nodded. "I know. I'm the same, just - just want you in me."

"Get ready," he gulped, trying to breathe slowly as he rubbed on her thigh. "Ohhh, next time I'm gonna touch you <i>so</i> much more. But for now..." Hizashi closed his eyes and thrust.

What happened after that was the sort of sex they write about in cheap novels and some kinds of fanfiction. Neither would remember particular moments, but both would recall the pleasure. For Hizashi, it was an unparalleled, crushing weight that snapped all at once, freeing him from the agonizing buildup in several long, hard bursts that left him seeing stars. Elly, on the other hand, burned from the massive, tingling electricity in her lower regions, climbing higher and higher until there was a jolt and suddenly a spike of pleasure shot through her. It radiated from her loins and in the midst she felt a warmth and wetness on her thighs that made her purr with more than satisfaction.

"Oh god," Hizashi was babbling when she came around. "Sorry, I didn't know just how much of a mess this would be!"

"Mmn, s'fine. You want to take a shower together and clean up?"

"Oh." He grinned, and nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds like a great idea!"

Elly laughed and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "I love you."

"Hell, yeah," He hummed, his quirk vibrating through her. "I love you too."

Regression (zashi) 1

"Mic! Mic, <i>help</i>!" Elly's voice screamed out in the night, panicky and <i>loud</i> - Hizashi had been proud, as a Voice Hero, on some level as he leaped over fallen signs and crackling electric poles littering the street. Despite his speed, however, the villains were already gone by the time he got to her side.

They both would have chased after them, but his partner on patrol was not in any shape to perform further Hero work.

His eyes widened and his mouth went dry when he saw her, clinging to a street lamp and shivering in terror. She was so very frightened, her purple eyes giant and shining with unscheduled tears.

She was also approximately five years old.

Hizashi woke with a start, wincing at a pain in his neck from sleeping upright on the dormitory couch without a pillow. He glanced over at his side, where a trembly little bundle huddled tight against him.

"You're awake," Kayama murmured from the other couch. "I was just about to get you up. Ches - err, Elly, here, is having a little problem."

Hizashi curled a protective arm around the girl beside him. "You okay, princess?"

"N - no," she squeaked faintly. "I'm scared, Mr. Mic."

"Just Mic," he reminded her with a smile.

"M - Mic."

"Hmm. Well, you're gonna be, ah, with us for a little while longer." <i>Until the quirk wears off</i>. "Maybe we should go out. Have some fun!"

Her cat's ears slowly perked up. "Fun?"

Hizashi drove them all to the mall in his vintage sports car. Kayama was less than thrilled with sitting in the back, but she managed when she saw that Elly wouldn't be parted from Hizashi. She had latched onto the man like some sort of duckling, trusting only him and following him close everywhere he went.

Kayama supposed there was some sort of psychological reason behind her behavior that adult Elly would know, but she had her own ideas. The counselor and English teacher had been pining for each other for nearly a year. It was clear to everyone but them, of course, but she had a feeling that after this it might come spilling out.

"You're way too okay with this, Yamada," Kayama said in disgust. She watched as Elly hesitantly picked out a purple glitter dress and gasped at how it sparkled prettily in the light of the shop. His first idea was to take her shopping for a pretty dress fit for a princess. Kayama had invited herself along to keep up appearances, and she had helpfully pointed out one of the better children's shops to him. "Her being this young, I mean."

"No! Hey, it's not like that! It's just - okay, look, she wasn't treated well as a kid. I want to give her the absolute love she didn't get from her dad..."

"Ew!"

"That's not what I meant!" He snapped, his ears burning. He adjusted his red-rimmed glasses nervously. "You were 'daddy's little princess', right? Every girl should be. <i>Her</i> father figures tortured her instead."

Midnight showed a rush of sudden understanding, her eyes widening. "That's why you call her that."

"Yeah." He watched her looking at the price tag and sighed, knowing he'd have to convince her to get what she really wanted. "An' she's that age now. I can do that for her. We're going to get all dressed an' I'm'a take her out to the best cake cafe and everything."

"Wait, you're getting dressed too?"

"Yep." He pulled a suit out of the bag that nearly blinded her with its beauty. It was a regal purple and blue combo, the same as all the dresses Elly had been looking at. "I bought it across the way when you gals were in the dressing room."

"Crushed velvet and ...shit, this must've cost a fortune!"

"I'll buy much more than this," he murmured. "It's worth it. She's worth it."

Elly had been listening to this last as she approached them timidly. "I think this one is okay?"

Hizashi smiled gently down at her. "Is it the one you <i>really</i> want, princess?"

She fidgeted, frowning and confused. "It's pretty," she hedged in a small voice. "And it fit."

He knelt and kissed her forehead. "You deserve exactly the one you want. If this is it, I'll get it for you. But did you maybe see one you liked better..?"

She blushed and refused to answer.

"Hey," Midnight chimed in. "What about this?" She lifted the gorgeous dress she had noticed the cat girl eyeing quite a lot. She seemed frightened to look at it, and Kayama saw why. The one Elly held in her hand was from the clearance rack in the back. This one was far more expensive. "This was the one that looked the best on you, too."

"But -"

"D'ya like it?" Hizashi grinned at her.

"Y - yeah."

"Perfect!" He took the dress and laid it across his arm. "Now let's look at the toys!" His green-gold eyes sparkled with childish glee as he darted off. Elly watched him go, finding herself drawn to him as he wandered about the aisles. Kayama stood staring at the two with a pensive look on her face. She was clearly the third wheel and had been from the start, though she had helped her try on the outfits. She smiled quietly to herself and left the store.

<i>They've got an hour left</i>, she thought. <i>Let him make her as happy as he can.</i>

Elly's tail swished as she gently pulled a huge toy towards her for a hug. The goofy looking critter was soft and cuddly, and for a moment the worried tightness that rested perpetually on her little face eased.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Hizashi peered out from around a corner. "You sure know how to pick 'em, hey? Let's go put him and your dress here up on the counter..."

"It's okay," she said, gingerly replacing the toy.

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Hizashi blinked down at the fluffy purple monstrosity.

"I do, but it's okay," Elly repeated. She was hesitant to touch or even look at the plush, though her eyes had lit up when she first spotted it sitting next to the display.

<i>She doesn't want to get attached,</i> was his first thought. His heart wrenched with pity and he tried to think of a way to broach the subject correctly.

He snapped his fingers, causing her to jump. "But if we don't ask him if he wants to go home with you, how will we know?"

"It doesn't matter," she told him in a small voice. "He's soft and cuddly and awesome. But he's big, and that means expensive. Plus, you're already spending way too much on me."

Hizashi choked on that. Instead of sobbing in the middle of the store, however, he held the toy up to his ear and pretended to listen for a minute. "Well... okay... uh huh. Oh, is that so?"

She squinted at him like he'd gone insane. "What are you doing?"

Hizashi held the plush out towards her. "He told me he wants to be with you," he said softly. He grinned and rolled his eyes comically. "<i>Personally</i>, I don't blame him. You're such a pretty princess that I want to hang out with you all the time, so I get it, yanno?"

Her hand reached out so slowly he feared she might reject the offering. But, though she was cringing in anticipation of a cruel jest, she placed her hands on the soft fur. Hizashi bit his tongue to hold back his tears when her eyes filled up, spilling down her flushed cheeks.

"Oh," she sniffled, gently hugging the huge stuffed animal in her tiny arms. "You mean it? I - I can really keep him? Even if it's not practical or, or..?"

He nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. <i>I hope she remembers this when she turns back</i>, he thought as she smiled up at him through her tears. <i>Maybe she can hold onto these times as a buffer for the older, painful ones.</i>

They dressed in the mall restrooms and he took her out for cake at a nice cafe. Before long, however, they were hurrying back to the dorm since the hour was approaching where she would revert back to her age-appropriate self. The other teachers had left, giving them privacy for this moment that he was grateful for. Hizashi grabbed a blanket and covered her with it before the quirk wore off. He held her hand as she clutched the stuffed animal he'd bought her and waited.

When it happened he heard her gasp.

"O - oh. Oh, no. Oh my god..."

He jumped around and sure enough, there she was, stunned and naked under the blanket as the clothing had torn when her size exploded to normal.

She was crying.

Hizashi didn't think; he simply acted. He took her by the shoulders and stared into her shining purple eyes. "Ooookay, babe, sit back. Take a deep breath. No, not good enough!" He waggled a finger at her and demonstrated, breathing in slowly. "G'head. Humor me, 'kay?"

Elly nodded tearfully and took a breath.

"Good," he hummed pleasantly. "Another. You're back to normal, nothing to worry about."

"But - but I ... you, I can't-"

Hizashi carefully faced her so she could see his gorgeous, whirling eyes. "You've got <i>nothing</i> to worry about," he insisted. "I was given the awesome privilege of taking care of you during your change. I wanted to do that for a long time and nothing's gonna stop me from doing it now that I started." He paused. "Uh, unless you're creeped out or anything ..."

She tentatively reached out to him, steeling herself like she might if she were placing her hands into a fire.

In her eyes he saw the little one that had desperately wanted the stuffed animal but thought she wasn't worth it. He closed his eyes and spoke. "Remember," he said quietly. "I want to go home with you, too."

"Oh, Hizashi," she choked, suddenly sobbing. She threw her arms around him and he held her tight.

His heart beat fast at her use of his given name. "I promise to take such good care of you," he whispered. "Forever."

Kitnapping

"Is that Cheshire? I can't believe my luck. You're just the Hero I was looking for."

Cheshire, also known as Elly Sketchit, had taken on a lot of extra tasks since the fateful day Aizawa Shota turned villain and left U.A. She scooped up his patrols, working under Mic, the new head of his agency. She'd helped with his devastated classes and her counseling schedule was <i>packed</i>. Barely a minute went by where she didn't have an important job to do, so it was bound to happen that she slip up, if even just a little.

Her mistake was thinking that she wouldn't run into him so soon.

Aizawa looked <i>good</i>, much better than when he had been a hero. His charcoal gray eyes were clear, not bloodshot, and there were no smudges under them either. Unlike her,, he appeared well-rested and unfortunately, ready to fight.

"Eraserhead?!" In the split second she froze he acted without hesitation, wrapping her gloved paws securely to her sides and disabling both legs.

"Shit, Ches." He frowned, pulling her upright so as to get a better look. "You look like I did a couple of weeks ago."

Elly sighed, closing her eyes to shut the painful vision of him out. They'd trained together too many times before, and she could only beat him if she managed to get the drop on him and start out invisible. Struggling was futile, but she did anyway, trying to get her claws in the right position to slice through the fabric.

"That won't work, kitten." He actually <i>laughed</i>, a chuckle that sent a shiver up her spine. "You know that. Now, c'mere!" The wrapping around her tightened and he pulled hard, throwing her off balance. Her heart sank in more ways than one, and she passed out while still struggling weakly in the capture weapon's grip.

When she woke up she was laying on a familiar, yellow sleeping bag with her wounds all clean and bandaged. Her bodysuit had been swapped for an oversized black t-shirt and sweatpants, and though large, they were comfortable. Elly blushed at the thought that he'd seen her naked, but shook that off to look for an escape. She scanned the room and was dismayed to find she was in a small room, possibly a guest bedroom, in what appeared to be a rather nice apartment. One side had a door that opened up to a bathroom, but the main door was very firmly locked. A peek out the window showed she was too far up to try any escape that way, and it opened in a peculiar fashion that prevented anyone putting anything larger than a hand through it.

Spacious, and nice... but still a prison. And no bed, just the bag for some strange reason.

She was weighing her options when the door opened and Aizawa stepped in. Elly jumped back, instantly wary as he was holding his hand behind his back.

"Scared of me?" He closed the door and sighed, setting the bag down to rub his eyes in a familiar gesture. "Please don't." Aizawa had changed clothing also, and was now wearing an outfit similar to the one she had on. His dark hair was tied up in a messy bun and his stubble was minimal. "Come here," he told her softly, extending his hand towards her. Elly backed up farther, ears flattened back in distress and hissing. She shook her head in an emphatic <i>no</i>.

"You were so beat up," he murmured as he looked her over. "I had to change the water in the tub twice. Who's been doing that to you, hmm? Who's been hurting my kitty?"

She ignored his outrageous statement and the rapid increase in her heart rate it caused. "Let me go."

"I can't do that yet."

"Aizawa, <i>please</i> let me go."

"If I take you out, you'll try to run. I don't want that, so for now please get accustomed to your room."

"What on earth do you <i>want</i> from me?"

He chuckled slyly. "You wouldn't believe me. Let's just say that I got lonely without you." Aizawa held the bag up enticingly in front of her. "Look, let's forget about that right now. I brought dinner. It's your favorite - from that place we all used to go to on Fridays before all ...this."

"Oh, Aizawa." Elly sighed in a dejected manner and sniffed halfheartedly at the air. When she smelled what he had her ears unfolded to perk upright again. "I'm a liscensed psychiatrist. I know what you're doing."

"Mm hm. That's a good thing." He set the bag near the entrance and gestured at himself. "You know I'm sincere. My intentions are not evil, either."

"I almost believe you. Your body language and vocal cues are consistent with someone speaking the truth. And yet, here I am, being held against my will."

"Hopefully not for long. I was going to catch you one way or another, you see. I'm not so good with the other way, and you're still a Hero. If you saw me, you'd be obligated to try and bring me down."

Elly took a step closer. "Why <i>me</i>?" She insisted.

His ears started to burn and he coughed lightly. "I told you, I missed you. I've been honest with you this entire time. My only ulterior motive is a rather, ah. Common one for men that fancy a particular woman."

"Wh - what?"

"I want you." He shrugged. "You could say <i>you're</i> the one holding me captive. My heart, anyway."

Elly's face flushed so red she could feel it burning like a fever. She placed a hand on her cheek and stared, incredulous, at him. "I can't believe <i>that</i>. But if it's true, your methods of wooing me aren't exactly the purest." She clutched the hem of the shirt she was wearing.

He actually laughed. "If I could get you to promise me you wouldn't escape, warn anyone, or try to capture me you would be free right now."

"Would you really let me out?"

"Absolutely." He shook the bag back with one raised eyebrow. "Would you like to eat with me at the table? I'll unlock the door as a sign of goodwill. You can have the run of the entire apartment."

"Where would I sleep?" She eyed him suspiciously.

"In my bed. I'll take the couch."

"Really?"

"I'm a lovesick villain, not a creep."

"Why the sleeping bag?" She asked curiously, glancing back over her shoulder.

He rubbed the back of his neck, staring into the distance. "It ...smells a lot like me, I guess? I know scent is important to cats. I figured maybe you would get used to my smell. It's also the only thing I kept from my old life."

She snorted. "I <i>was</i> used to your smell, you idiot. When we worked together." Her eyes filled with tears despite herself and she knelt on the floor, holding her hands up to cover her face. "Then you <i>left</i>. Why, 'Zawa? Why'd you leave m - us?"

Aizawa watched her nervously. His logical mind told him this could very well be a ploy to get him close enough for her to take him out - especially now that she knew how he felt. And yet, he had never, ever seen the cat woman cry. In all the years they worked together in all the hardship, she hadn't cracked once. It felt genuine, and he couldn't bear to see her in pain.

"I'm going to be pissed if this is a ploy," he sighed, "but please... no, hey. Kitten, please don't cry." He moved close and gathered her in his arms, ready to fight if need be.

Any chance Elly had of escape melted when his warmth embraced her. She clung to him and cried for a little, while he stroked her hair and rubbed her ears. Once the tears had tapered off, however, they were replaced with rage.

"I'm - I'm so angry at you! How dare you leave without a trace?"

"I had to. I can explain in detail later."

"But - but you could've told me. Anything, any time, I'd have helped. I'd have done <i>anything</i> to keep you safe! It didn't have to be like this!"

"It would only have been harder on you. This was best."

"What the hell are we supposed to do now? Heroes and villains can't be in love. It's a huge conflict of interest!"

He slowly pulled back so he could look into her eyes. "Shall I take this as a mutual confession? It sounds like my plan worked."

"I've been in love with you for years," she grated past clenched teeth. "This isn't a new development, you ass."

"Ah, there it is," he breathed, his gray eyes lighting up. "The spark. The <i>fight</i>. You don't give up, do you, kitty?"

Her ears flattened back. "That nickname is so ridiculous..."

He raised an eyebrow, reaching out to flick her ears. "Oh? You <i>are</i> part cat. I would have fallen for you anyway - but you've the ears, tail and nose. Not to mention fangs." Aizawa slipped his hand lower, prodding at her lip with an insistent fingertip. Elly bared her teeth out of irritation, and he rubbed against the sharp canine with a smile.

"Yes, and they leave a nasty bite."

His smile faltered, replaced with a look of hunger so voracious that she felt a familiar tingle down below.

"Do it," he breathed.

"Damn it, Aizawa..."

He caught the back of her head in one strong hand and pulled, pressing her lips to his throat. "<i>Do it</i>. Mark me up."

His scent.

Elly's heart was beating so quickly she almost couldn't breathe. She could smell him, feel him and, if she just gave in... taste him. Taste his rough, weatherbeaten and scarred skin, trace the marks and lick the scruffy stubble along the line of his jaw.

Aizawa moaned, a rich, thrilling sound that shocked her out of her reverie. She came to with a start, her mouth sucking on his neck, teeth nipping while she purred enthusiastically.

"F - fffuck, yes," he sighed dreamily. "Fff... ngh, more. More, please!"

It was the breathy little pants and cries that did her in. Never in her wildest dreams had she been able to imagine what he would sound like so turned on. The reality broke her and she gave in, sinking her teeth into his skin and covering him with lewd, blood red hickeys. Aizawa writhed underneath her the whole time, breathing hard, yet his hands on her, caressing the back of her head, were gentle. Eventually she parted from his flesh, her chest heaving and her lips parted.

"Shit. You taste good."

"I'm glad I'm such a yummy treat for my kitty." His half-lidded eyes gazed speculatively at her as she hissed.

"Quit calling me that, Aizawa!"

"Kitty? Or <i>mine</i>?"

This time she didn't have an answer.

"You can call <i>me</i> Shota, you know," he told her drily.

"How about bastard? Or villain?" Elly's tail fluffed out with irritation.

He laughed again, this time louder and longer than before, pulling her fully into his lap and bringing their faces to within an inch or so apart. "So, <i>kitty cat</i>, the way I see it, we have two options here. You can be my good kitten," he hummed suggestively, his tone low and rich. "I'll pet my good little kitty and treat her nice and sweet."

She spluttered with outrage, though the blush on her cheeks was proof that wasn't all she was feeling.

"Or... keep being defiant and you'll end up my <i>naughty</i> kitty. I have a feeling you might like that more. I'd have to show you who's in charge, hmm? Make you give yourself to me." As he spoke this last he got closer still, their noses brushing. She could feel his breath on her lips as he stared deeply into her eyes.

She bit back the first retort that came to mind: '<i>I'd like to see you try</i>', because she knew he would absolutely do just that. She opened her mouth to make a different retort, but he moved smoothly into a kiss, slipping his tongue into the opening. Elly whimpered softly as he managed a feat she hadn't thought any man possible of: Aizawa Shota kissed her just <i>right</i>. He was teasingly light and gentle, but rough enough to cause her to melt against him. His faint stubble felt good on her skin, and she found herself curling her tail around him as she attempted to get closer still.

"Wow," he gasped. "Okay. All right. You're into this. Into <i>me</i>, in a way I didn't think would ever happen." Aizawa traced a finger down her side. "Tell me, kitten, if I slide a hand up this shirt, are your nipples going to be super hard?"

"Sh - Shota!"

"Aha!" He popped the catch on her bra and rolled one between his fingers. "Yeah. Yeah, they are. Does that feel good?"

She moaned thickly, thrusting her hands up his shirt to greedily grope his sculpted chest.

"Mmn, I'm going to take that as a yes. And again, I wonder..." This time he rubbed the plump junction between her legs, making her squirm as her tension grew. "Are you soaking wet for me? A lovely, leaky mess crying out to be filled?"

"Ohmigod, please -"

"Oh, shit, you're hotter <i>and</i> wetter than I thought. You've ruined your panties, love. Absolutely destroyed them." His fingers sought her inner warmth and one buried into the knuckle as he rubbed on top, swirling around the bundle of sensitive nerves causing her the most pleasure.

Elly wound her fingers in his dense patch of chest hair and rolled her hips, desperate for more. "Take me to bed, Shota," she whispered.

But he shook his head. "No. No bed, not for our first time. I think," he murmured, looking around and then reaching out to pull something closer. "This is just right. Fitting, somehow, the marking of a new chapter of our lives... <i>together</i>." He rolled her onto the cushioned sleeping bag and she gasped when he began removing her clothing.

"You - you've already seen..."

"You? I kept your undergarments on when I cleaned you up, you know, besides covering you with a robe. No, I wanted consent. I did nothing so crude as to sneak a dirty peek." He bent and kissed a nipple as it was exposed. "It's far more delicious this way."

She hovered over the roughened skin of his elbow with a sad face for a moment, then swiftly pulled his shirt off.

Aizawa choked, throwing his head back with his Adam's apple working as she pet the trail of dark hair that led into his sweatpants. Her fingers didn't stop but continued on, curling around the hot lump beneath the soft fabric. He let out a short, breathy moan followed by a series of lower, more forceful ones as she rubbed.

"H - hhhaa... yeah. Yeah, sh - shit, take them off, I'm right under there. Aahhhh." His member sprang out to fall heavily on his thigh, dripping from the tip and twitching into full hardness as she stared. "You like that, kitty? It look good to you?"

Her ears flicked back once, but she touched him, stroking slowly from the tip down and coating him in his own lubricant. Aizawa's thighs trembled as she dipped lower, ticklishly running under his tightly drawn balls to caress the moist strip of flesh between.

"<i>Ah, kitty</i>!" He held out for only a couple of seconds before his hips began to jerk. "I need you, kitty, tell me it's okay to bury myself inside you and <i>make you mine</i>!"

Elly had considered this. She was on birth control and, since she was still a Hero, had monthly checkups for all types of diseases. Heroes tended to get covered in blood, after all, and she knew she was clean. Aizawa had been gone two months, so he had missed a test.

"Are you clean?"

"Yes!" His teeth snapped in the air as he barely managed to hold himself back, sweat from his bare chest flying. "Yes, I haven't been with anyone since before I fell in love with you!"

She cried out weakly. "Tell me again, then, and make love to me!"

"Kitty - I mean, Ch - Ches. Oh, Cheshire." He moved swiftly, kissing her passionately while he guided himself to her entrance. He closed his eyes and husked her given name into her mouth as he thrust. "I <i>love</i> you."

Their lovemaking was very, very good. Aizawa cried out once again at the end, delirious with pleasure and triumphant at the feeling of her orgasm rippling through her body.

"Nothing's gonna rip us apart again! You're mine, now and forever!"

Entomophobia

Elly was horrified when she burst into the teacher's dorm, her eyes wide and her hands pressed to her mouth.

Her boyfriend had been changed by some kind of quirk, morphed into a buglike centaur. His upper body was human to his navel, but below...

Well, below he had multiple legs and a long, shiny carapace.

Hizashi had been admitted, then released from the hospital almost as fast. Not only had he been frightening the staff - and breaking everything that wasn't soundproof within several miles around -- there wasn't anything they could do for him. He lay, or sat, she couldn't tell which, in the common area with his red glasses on and a plain white tank top. His hair had fallen completely out of the spike and had been tied back with what appeared to be a Hello Kitty scrunchie.

<i>A donation from Eri, if I had to guess</i>, she thought. <i>Or maybe even Aizawa.</i>

His green eyes were wide, with a lot of the whites showing and he was absolutely terrified.

"I'm <i>scared</i> of myself," he whined so pathetically that she winced. Hizashi happened to look up at just that moment, and his tear-filled eyes grew extra wide. His lip quivered, and he burst into a wail so loud the entire building shook. "<i>You're</i> afraid of me!" He launched himself off the floor with a massive effort and skittered across the hall, bumping into tables and chairs as his massive lower half veered at opposite sides than his torso.

"No, Zashi, <i>wait</i>!"

"Emotional as always," Aizawa snorted from nearby.

"Yes, well," the counselor huffed, "he's got good reason." She chased after him, catching him easily since he barely fit down the hall. Elly led him into the showers, since that was a more private room and unused at the moment.

"What'm I gonna do?! <i>Me</i> bein' afraid of me is bad enough, but my precious babygirl... no, no, no. Please help me."

"Hizashi." Elly spoke softly, stroking his hair with gentle fingers. "I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay?" She pulled back so she could gaze deeply into his eyes.

"Uh huh," he sniffled sadly. His flushed face looked naked without his glasses, set aside so he could cry. His blond hair had come mostly undone from ponytail and long, messy strands fell over his shoulders while wisps stood up in others. Dark smudges lay under his bloodshot eyes and he sat shaking. He did not look well at all.

"I'm not afraid. I love you no matter what you look like. I'll always love you." She kissed his tear-stained cheeks, one after the other. "I'll go anywhere and do anything for you. I want to spend my entire life with you, not just the good bits but the shitty and scary parts, too.

"You're the love that I have been crying for every night for so many years. You make me feel safe and warm and special and happy, like no one else. I don't care if you're not all human right now. If you stay this way a week or forever, <i>I'm staying, too</i>."

The whole time she was speaking Hizashi stared at her with a growing blush spreading across his features. His ears burned, and then the bridge of his nose and cheeks. He bit his bottom lip as she finished, squeezing her hands in his and drawing them up to his chest.

"Oh my god, baby." She smiled at him and he tried a weak one back, surprised he could do it at all. "I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm so, so sorry. I love you."

"I love you, too." They kissed, and she held him tightly, pressing close. He gasped when her hand slipped up his top to stroke his chest hair.

"Uh, babe? This isn't really a good time or place-" The breath whistled out of him in a rush and he choked back a moan. "Wait. Wait wait wait... you - you can't wanna try it like this?" He blinked at her, still reeling. "We're uh, here. And I dunno if I can hold back my - my other arms an' stuff if we get too serious, they kinda want to do stuff on their own..."

"They're not dangerous," she murmured. "No pointed ends or poison. There's nothing I can see to hold you back."

"Ya kiddin' me, babe? They're <i>creepy</i>!"

"They're a part of you, for now. You're not creepy."

"I dunno, Ches, I might have, uh, less-than-human anatomy now." He shuddered at the thought. "I haven't had to go to the bathroom yet, so I don't really know."

She passed a hand down his long abdomen. It was shimmery, alternating between green and gold like his eyes. It was chitinous as well, but towards the middle there was a softer part and a slit. She took a breath and stroked cautiously, feeling a lump beneath the warmer surface.

"Wh - whoa, princess, slow duh - down, it feels weird there!"

"You might be the same on the inside, love," she said in a shaky voice. "I - I think..."

"Oh god, oh shit, please!" Hizashi's head rolled back and he grasped at the blankets piled high on their makeshift bed. "<i>Please</i> don't let it be gross down there!"

Elly pressed her lips together and pushed gently on the opening. Fluid trickled out, clear and thick and reminiscent of pre-come. The body part poking out of the entrance was not like a human penis, but she pressed on, urging it free to slide farther out.

"Babe, I can't look... it's not me, I know it's not, it's too long -"

"It's you right now, Zashi," she disagreed quietly, gripping the base of the slick, spear-like organ and pumping slowly.

His tongue fell out of his bitten, swollen lips as he let out a long, loud moan. "S'not... scary?"

"It's different."

"Uh oh." Hizashi ventured a quick glance but then squeezed his eyes tightly shut. "N - nope, no, that's just not ... ahhhh, what're you doing. What..!" His multiple legs spasmed and he curled in on himself, drawing her into his space without thinking. "Ahh, ahhhh, ahhhhhh!"

She straddled his wide body while working her fist over him. "You can hold me, sweetheart. It's okay."

He reached for her with his human arms, but she was farther down and all he could do was stroke her hair. "Want to," he nearly sobbed. "Can't."

"You already are."

He blinked. "Ohmigod, baby, I'm sorry!" Two of the long, strong legs on either side were wrapped securely around her middle. "I don't know how to - we should st - stop..."

He was too distracted to notice she had taken her pants and underwear off. "I love you." She shifted her position and slid the strange, new member inside of her.

His answering cry nearly shattered the mirrors on the wall. "<i>Oh my god</i>!" She sat very still, adjusting to his length, and he whimpered and started to babble fearfully, stringing his words so quickly along she almost couldn't follow. "Baby, baby wait it might hurt you or somethin', we don't know how this body works an' if I hurt you I'd freaking kill myself -"

Elly smiled reassuringly and shook her head. "It's okay. I researched everything while you slept in the hospital. I had to know, and this will help you come to terms with your body."

"Ha... ahhh... Ches, yer amazin' - " He drew in a deep breath, held it, then shuddered all over. "Love you," he whined softly. "Still grossed out, though."

"Oh?" She moved, flexing her legs to piston his member in and out. Hizashi's throat worked, his head thrashing and golden hair flying everywhere as the scrunchie slipped free.

"S'quick! Too quick!" His breathing came fast and rough, desire to finish warring with his anxiety. "M'gonna come and it's too! Damned! <i>Fast</i>!" This time the Voice Hero's howl was loud enough to splinter a few tiles, but before things shattered all around them he was abruptly cut off. His eyes bulged and his entire upper body flushed red from ears to chest as he stared past her to the doorway.

Elly turned her head and caught the telltale glow of red from the corner of her eye. She blushed as well but sat firmly straddling his spear until it slid back into his body. When it was over she would have covered herself, but a towel was tossed their way.

"Put yourselves together," Aizawa said firmly. "The cops just notified us of the villains whereabouts." He nodded to his friends. "Stay put, and you'll be back to your old self in no time."

Hizashi gulped and gave him a weak thumbs up. Aizawa disappeared as silently as he had come.

"He watched us having freaky hybrid bug sex, didn't he?"

"Well, dear, he nulled your quirk, so he had to be staring at you at the very least."

"I'll never make fun of the man again," he groaned.