Cold outside (Aizawa)

 It was fairly late on a winter night in Aizawa's suite above the agency he worked at. Snow fell lightly on the city outside, blanketing the streets and buildings with a thin, fluffy coat of cold.

A party had grudgingly been held here in honor of the holidays, though most of his guests had left by now.

Elly was staying behind, ostensibly to help clean up after the group made a mess, but really to spend more time with the cranky man she'd grown so fond of. As she collected cups and plates a song began to play softly on her phone. She'd set it for background music but forgot when the playlist paused before repeating.

"Sorry. I'll turn it off."

"Wait." Aizawa frowned, listening. "I wanted to ask, before... is this considered appropriate?"

"How so?"

"Well, it sounds like the man is trying to coerce the woman into staying." He paused, rubbing at the back of his neck while the song continued in the background. "My English isn't very good," he confessed. "Maybe I don't understand the phrasing?"

"Nope." Elly stifled a grin, hiding the twitching of her lips by quickly turning and placing the glass she held in the dishwasher. "No, you're right."

"I am?" He sounded mildly surprised.

"Yep. There are some people that think this song is really, uh... creepy. Like, she's trying to get away and he's trying to keep her there." She paused, then continued, "to be fair, it's not <i>supposed</i> to be quite like that. They're flirting; she wants to stay but wants to be persuaded. Maybe chased after a little."

"I don't understand why some people do that," he sighed. "Why can't everyone just say what they mean."

She fidgeted a little, flicking her ears and starting to blush. "Sometimes it's hard to be blunt."

"Have you ever done that? Hinted and not said what you meant?"

"Yes."

"Why?" There was no maliciousness in his tone; he simply sounded curious.

Elly rubbed at one furry ear while she thought about her answer. When she spoke she cast her eyes down shyly, so she didn't notice when he walked closer. "Well... I do it when I'm scared. The answer I get might hurt. I think most people are the same in that regard."

"I wouldn't hurt you."

She made a rocking gesture with one hand. "Ehhhh... you never know, Aizawa. What if I wanted to initiate a - a romance between us. A relationship. And what if I wanted to start, uh, this, by staying over tonight? Rejection would hurt less if we both pretended we're talking hypothetically."

"Like if we were talking about the song?" He raised an eyebrow as she started to blush harder. "<i>Do</i> you want to stay?"

Elly realized how close he was and gasped a little. "See, this is why -"

Aizawa slipped his arm around her. When she jumped, startled, he stroked her shoulder gently. "Enough cleaning." He led her to the couch, encouraging her to sit.

"But there's still -"

"I understand it's easier to hide behind a premise." He curled his arm tighter, encouraging her to cuddle against him, "But I will <i>never</i> intentionally hurt you."

"Aizawa..." Elly shook her head, confused. "Shit," she laughed in resignation. "What happened? What's going on? I mean, one minute I'm putting away dishes and the next I'm - I'm ..."

"In my arms? Yes?" He pulled her even closer, his other arm reaching out so he could lay his hand lightly on hers.

"Yes!"

"Is it okay?"

"Yes again." Elly nodded, then sighed. "Very much yes."

"Well, it's cold outside. And snowing." He let out a rarely-heard dry laugh. "Our situation is rather like the song. I'd feel better if you stayed, but it's your choice."

"Who would drive in this storm?"

"There's likely to be <i>some</i> service that could take you back to U.A."

She thought seriously about it for a couple minutes, toying with his fingers and then tracing his palm. "Hmm."

Aizawa watched her quietly, his breathing slow and even. He simply waited, knowing she would eventually make a decision. Elly, on her part, was convinced by his steady manner. He wasn't going to argue or beg like she'd had to suffer through in previous scenarios with other men. He wasn't guilting or pressuring her though he stated his preference for her safety.

Eventually she spoke and when she did she looked deeply into his single eye. "If I stay, where would I sleep?"

"Yamada forced me to buy a bed last year." He pointed vaguely off toward the dark hall where she had only been in the bathroom. There were two other doors in the dimly lit area. Aizawa saw what she was thinking and added, "you can have the bed. I'll take my sleeping bag into the other room."








He brushed his mouth on hers, watching carefully for any sign of rejection. His heart beat fast when her hands lightly clutched the front of his sweatshirt, her lips parting willingly. A weary sigh of relief escaped him and he pressed forward.

"Aizawa," she gasped, startled at just how good a kisser he was.

"If you're willing to kiss me," he told her seriously, "you probably should call me by my given name."

"Shota," she agreed quietly.

"Perfect." He kissed her more firmly, his hand cupping the back of her neck.

Aizawa's face was clean of stubble as he had recently shaved, and Elly found herself vaguely disappointed. She'd always wanted to know what it would feel like. He smelled <i>sleepy</i>, with his long, dark hair clean but reminiscent of someone that just woke up. It was a soothing smell and coupled with his strong arms wrapped around her she felt comfortable to let go and see what happened.

He was so gentle, and she marveled at this, such an unexpected delight as she ran her fingers through his hair. He uttered low groans when her hands touched a new spot, now the nape of his neck, after that his shoulders as he surged above her.

His mouth moved lower, nibbling on her neck while one hand slipped underneath her sweater. Elly gasped, startled by the intense surge of lust this action stirred within her.

"Shota."

"Nmm."

"We should stop."

"Yes." All movement ceased; he froze in place for several seconds while he took a couple long, deep breaths. When he spoke again, however, his voice cracked on the first few words. "Sorry, I un - understand."

"I don't want to rush things -"

"Ches."

"Huh?"

"You don't need to justify anything. You say stop, I stop. I don't want to do anythung you're not... <i>very</i> positively consenting to."

"Oh." She blushed, then thought for a moment. "Good."

"We should get ready for bed." He cleared his throat and went on to ask, "would you like to use the bathroom first?"

"Um. No, you go ahead. I bet you'll be faster anyway."

He nodded and walked off to grab a duffel bag from his bedroom, the only thing in there besides the bed and a single nightstand with a lamp. She was right and he was quick, the longest time devoted to brushing his teeth before he cracked open the door. "I set everything you might need on the counter," he told her quietly. "There's a shirt on the bed ypu can wear, too."

"Thanks."

"Good night." He scratched absently at his chest, yawning.

"Good night."

Aizawa stumbled into the guest room and unzipped the duffel, pulling out his yellow sleeping bag and tossing it on the floor. He sat down on it and took off his eye patch, setting it aside while he unfastened his prosthetic leg. This took awhile, peeling the soft rubber sleeve off and massaging the rough skin at the base of the stump after the heavy metal leg was put away. He was glad to curl up inside the puffy bag and rest, sighing as he thought of the woman one door away.

It might have been minutes or hours later, he wasn't sure, when he woke to a soft sound. Alert immediately, he threw one side of the sleeping bag off him and struggled to get up. That's when Aizawa realized what the sound was and relaxed slightly.

"Are you awake?" Elly was standing outside his door tapping gently.

He rubbed his eyes and remembered the patch. "Ches?" His fingers dug into the side pocket of the duffel bag searching for it. "Are you okay?"

"I... no. Can I come in?"

"Ahhhh..." It was foolish, but he didn't want her to see him without the patch. When he didn't answer right away he heard her feet scuffle on the floor.

"Sorry if I woke you. It's nothing important." The way her voice broke suggested otherwise and his search grew frantic.

"No, I just have to get - wait --" Aizawa fumbled the patch on and headed to the main bedroom. "Ches?" She jumped upon hearing him and pulled the sheets up to her neck.

"Uh. Yeah. Come in."

"Is there something wrong?"

"I, well. I thought I could handle things." She sniffled and he was mortified to hear she was near tears. "I thought, I really did -"

Aizawa strode quickly over and stood over her at the side of the bed. "You're crying," he said nervously. "Did I do something wrong? What do you need?"

Her tail thumped heavily under the covers and her ears lay back. Aizawa didn't know how to comfort a person, but he understood cats.

He whipped his hand in his sweatpants pocket and pulled out his phone. A couple taps and soft, classical music filled the room. The pieces were soothing and curated specifically to calm cats down when he found strays that needed help. He placed the phone on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I need you to look at me, please," he husked in a low tone.

Her ears flicked and she bit her lip, but she did as he suggested. "Sorry," she gasped.

"No need. Do you trust me, Ches?"

"What?"

He placed a steady hand under her chin and stared into her eyes. "<i>Do you trust me</i>?"

The slightest flicker of alarm crossed her features before she blinked it away. "Yes."

"All right. Are you dressed?"

"I'm wearing one of those shirts you gave me."

He pulled back the sheets and climbed in without another word. Elly froze, startled, then remembered this was <i>Aizawa</i>, and he probably had a plan in mind. He was diligent in asking consent at every turn which he did again after getting in bed with her.

"May I hold you?"

She nodded and scooted close, allowing him to curl an arm around her.  "I'm so tired," she sighed, hesitantly cuddling into his embrace. "And you're so warm."

"You can sleep now," he murmured. "It's okay."

"Mnn..." She relaxed little by little until her yawns grew giant and nearly continious. "Sleep." There was a long pause, then she added, "and you smell good."

Aizawa raised his eyebrows but said nothing, letting her mumble until she drifted off. He lay there for a few minutes to make sure she was really asleep, then let out a slow, deep sigh. He'd normally fall asleep right away but tonight he lay there planning what the morning could bring while he held her close.

Hunger end

 It was finally over.

The couple had gone through a day of tests to make sure the various drugs and hormones were stable and their systems back to normal. They were getting ready to be released from the facility, packing their clothing and personal care items back in their bags.

Hizashi stretched, grimacing as his back popped. His duffel was strained close to the limit with a few new blankets and the robe they'd used while in care. The staff encouraged them to take them home since sterilization was a concern. He had to admit there were several stains that were proving difficult to get out on a few of the items. 

He shrugged these thoughts off and shouldered the bag. "Nmm. You almost ready, babe?"

"Yeah, I'll grab my bag and we can go."

He waited near the door, tapping one foot and whistling tunelessly until Elly ran up.

"Ready!"

"Oof." He grinned down at her and slipped an arm around her waist. 

"Did we really have to dress up?" She fidgeted with her neck gear and sighed. 

"Uh huh." Hizashi opened the front door and waited for the staff to buzz them out of their suite. "Remember, Aizawa says the press weren't satisfied with the statement they released. They're likely to be waiting to catch us."

They stepped outside and there was Ito, who was all smiles as he checked the tablet to make sure they were ready. He let them out with a flourish, pointing towards the main entrance. 

"Thank you," Elly told him sincerely. "You all did a wonderful job helping us."

"Yeah. You guys <i>rock</i>!" Hizashi flashed him a huge smile.

"Our pleasure." The man bowed slightly, his tentacles folded behind him. "We'll see you next time!"

They walked down the hallway while Hizashi pursed his lips hard in thought. "Ahhh... babe?"

"Yeah?"

"How often do you get heats?"

"I can control them on medication <i>if</i> I don't get riled up. I hate taking meds, but in this case I force myself to." 

"Huh. We're gonna have to talk about that."

"Yeah, and probably to a bunch of strangers." 

"Uh huh." He rolled his eyes, pausing to wave at a few of the staff as they made their way to the front. "They're gonna grill us."

"Yep. You ready for it?" They rounded a corner and pushed the door open to the waiting area.

"Sure I'm ready," he chuckled, dragging the sliding strap of his bag up over his shoulder again. "I can't freakin' wait to brag about you." 

The receptionist greeted them warmly and told them they were all caught up. Hizashi gave her a thumb's up and the couple made their way to the exit. 

"So the world will know we had damn near nonstop sex for a week."

"Ten days," he corrected with a smirk. "You went extra, baby. I had to <i>squeeze</i> it all outta ya." 

Elly blushed. "Well, it's not exact."

"I like to think you couldn't get enough of me." He patted his chest here and there, ostensibly checking that his outfit was all in order.

"All the spikes and zippers are intact," she assured him. "I didn't tear it up." 

He raised his eyebrows at her, grinning like a fool while she trailed off, embarrassed. "There's a couple of scratches, though. 'Specially on the back that happened during the squeezing." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't go into <i>too</i> much detail, sweetie," she warned him with a playful slap on his tight, leather-clad rear. "I had to wring quite a bit out of you, too, remember?"

He let out a low cough. "There's no way I could forget <i>that</i>."

"Good."

"There's the car U.A. sent." He pointed nervously. "I don't see anybody waitin', you wanna make a run for it?"

"I can make us invisible, Zashi."

"Oh, yeah!" He blinked down at himself. "Uh... are you doin' it - <i>ohmigod that's freaky</i>!"

"Zashi!" She stifled her laughter with some difficulty. "Quiet, they can still hear us."

"I don't think anyone's out there."

"Whenever they find us, whatever they throw at us, it'll be fine."

Hunger 9

 Hizashi was thrilled when she was calmer the day after their frenzied lovemaking. The center wouldn't let them out until it was certain, but it looked like Elly was on her way back to normal. They ate breakfast, exercised lightly and took a nap afterwards.

It was when he woke some time later that he noticed something was very wrong. The craving for sex was strong, a burning pain in every part that touched anything. The <i>need</i> hurt. It was like a deep seated itch that you could scratch yourself, but in doing so would only make it worse.

The difference was that it was in <i>him</i>.

"Ches? <i>Ches</i>?" He reached for her and panicked when she wasn't by his side. But as soon as he cried out the lights switched on and there she was, standing at the foot of the bed.

"Looks like the world's sexiest DJ is in my bed."

His golden eyes reflected the light, appearing green momentarily, then red as he shifted uncomfortably. She was wearing one of the robes they had been provided, a simple cloth garment that, in his state, appeared the sexiest lingerie possible.

Elly slowly unfastened the robe to fall at her feet. Hizashi drew in a deep, shuddering breath as her naked body came into view.

"It's okay," she said in a soothing tone. "Don't worry."

His breathing picked up and he inhaled so quickly that he choked, heart hammering in his chest. "What's <i>happening</i>?!" He gasped, panicking. "I - I'm all on fire and I can't even move, everything's too much!"

"The doctors here have been using hormones to hold you back. It's caught up with you, that's all."

"But -"

"This is the part no one talks about," Elly murmured as she climbed on top of him. "You're going to be at my mercy for awhile, sweetie."

"I trust you. I... ohmigod, yer so soft, oh god, uh. Uh. Ya sure?!"

"I'm sure." She nibbled on one of his ears and he turned his head, quickly giving her more access. "You took such good care of me. Let me return the favor."

He whimpered and bit his lip as the t-shirt he was wearing rubbed on his chest, the cloth tugging at his hardened nipples. The blush spreading across his nose flushed to his entire face all at once. "What the <i>hell</i>..!"

"Enjoy it," she suggested, running a hand across one pectoral muscle and cupping the bulge to toy with the firm nub. It felt strange, and he began to squirm until she removed his shirt and started using her fingers directly. "Your erogenous zones have almost doubled, so you're going to feel different."

"Babe, wait, it's ...wh - oohhhh." Hizashi's mouth fell open as the niggling turned to delicious tugs of pleasure the more she teased him. "H - holy fuck."

She grinned and bent down, carefully lapping slow circles around the nipple and spiraling closer on each pass.

He started begging about a minute in.

"Ah, please!"

"Please what?" She paused in the act of kissing in between the taught muscles.

"Man, I dunno," he husked desperately. "I guess... suck on my nipples? Fuckkk, that'd be embarrassing if they didn't <i>ache</i> so bad!" He threw an arm over his face anyway when she kissed the tip.

"It shouldn't be embarrassing," she whispered, setting her lips directly on one and smiling when he gasped loudly. "It's hot. I love making you feel good."

"Hnng... f - fuck." He closed his eyes to better experience the pleasure. "Harder, little more. <i>Yessss</i>."

Elly nibbled gently, distracting him so he didn't realize exactly what her fingers were up to until she nudged his thigh with one knee. "Up, sweetie."

"Hunnh?" He blinked, saw that she had her fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and licked his lips. "Uh, yeah. Yeah."

Once he was completely nude she carefully closed her thighs around his firm length. In seconds he was thrusting between them, whining eagerly the whole time. She balanced as best she could, wobbling back and forth until she was forced to curl on top of him with her arms resting on the bed. The burn of such an intense yoga position was difficult to maintain but she was rewarded quickly.

After only a few minutes he stiffened and let out a howl that reminded her of the older shock jock radio hosts. "Oh sweet <i>baby</i>!"

"Do you want to come like this or inside of me?"

He licked his lips, his golden eyes wild as he stared up at her straddling him. "Ride me," he panted hoarsely. "I want you wrapped around me so hard we both hurt afterwards."

She took this as a challenge, not only because it was a special request but since it came after all the care he'd put into loving her for such a long time. Elly smiled at him, took several deep breaths and positioned herself.

"You asked for it."

Her legs trembled and her abdomen burned from the strain, but his cries of pleasure spurred her on. Luckily he was at his limit from the teasing and penetration felt so good he was quickly nearing orgasm.

"Don't stop," he groaned. "Don't... stop, almost there, aah - <i>ahhh</i>lmost... oh god, baby, oh shit, my quirk!"

She covered her ears, realizing in horror the dampener had worn off or he'd built up a resistance to it. Hizashi fought against the tickle in his throat, but now, as he drew breath into his lungs he could feel the capacity doubling and knew what it meant.

"It's okay," she said, raising her own voice and trying very hard to keep moving. "Room's soundproofed, there's no - ohmigod!" This last was shrieked in surprise and alarm as she was knocked back by the force of his shout.

When she blinked into focus she saw Hizashi laying on his stomach reaching out for her.

"I'm so sorry, Ches! I swear I tried to hold back but I blasted off like a rocket!"

She giggled, swallowed air, then burped. This caused her to laugh even louder until she was rolling on the floor with mirth. He gaped at her for a couple seconds, then cracked a smile that turned into laughter as well.

Flirt wars gf

 Hizashi was about to sit down by his computer in the shared teacher's office when Aizawa nudged him. 

"What?"

Surprisingly, Yagi answered from across the desk. "You're needed in the lounge, Mic."

"Whaaat?"

"You should take off your neck speaker," he added.

"It's Cheshire," Aizawa grunted shortly. 

Moments later as his unoccupied seat was spinning and the door slammed shut behind him the taciturn homeroom teacher smirked at All Might. "That's how you make him run," he snickered.

Hizashi fumbled his neck gear off as he walked, pushing the door open to the break room uneasily. He heard Cheshire immediately. She was hissing and spluttering under her breath, angered obviously by what she was staring at on her phone. He dropped his speaker carefully on a table and approached.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"No!" She showed her teeth in a snarl. "This is too far. They've <i>gone too far</i> I - I can't -"

"Okay! Let's just..." Hizashi leaned over and slowly gripped her phone in two fingers, treating it as if it were a live snake. "Here we go. Let's put <i>this</i> away. It's makin' you hurt."

"But -"

"Nope." He tossed it on top of a shelf in the corner and turned around, crossing his arms.

"<i>Hizashi</i>, I'm too <i>short</i> to reach that!"

"Yeah. I know."

"But can't I just finish -"

"No." His chin firmed with his eyebrows drawn in a tight frown. "It's hurting you." 

"But don't you want to know -"

"<i>No</i>." He crossed back over and sat beside her on the couch, reaching out to place his arm around her shoulders. "You can't <i>breathe</i>, Ches. You need to stop. Here... what can we do instead? What d'ya wanna do, maybe listen to some music? Read a book?"

Elly sighed with frustration, her ears laying back. "I don't know."

Hizashi found a playlist on his phone and turned it on. Calming instrumental music filled the room.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She leaned into his side, making it easy for him to feel the tension throughout her body. 

"But not all better," he mused. "You're gonna pass out if you don't chill out."

"I need to be in my office in half an hour."

"I'm not letting you go until you can walk without wobbling all around," he warned. 

"I can't just calm down that fast!"

"Well, then," he murmured close to one furry ear, "what about a cuddle? Will that help, baby?"

"<i>Mic -</i>" she began in a huff but let out a small squeak when he pulled her onto his lap. 

"What's up?" Hizashi asked cheerfully. "No cuddle?" He made a show of pouting and looked so overly sad with huge, pleading eyes that she giggled. 

"Okay, okay. But we'll have to deal with all the crazy rumors after this. The kids <i>and</i> staff already think we're dating. <i>The media thinks you're with somebody else, though</i>," she added under her breath.

"Ohhhh, is <i>that</i> what's got ya pissed?" He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm not seeing anybody. I wanna, but she thinks all the rumors are crazy." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

She craned her neck to look up at him and found he was blushing. "What exactly are you saying, Mic?"

"Oh. I guess, uh. You wanna date?"

A quarter of an hour later an extremely smug Present Mic strolled into the office and sat down. It was approximately five seconds until he couldn't hold out any more and proceeded to tell everyone how he'd gotten a <i>girlfriend</i>.

Hunger, 8

 "That's right, baby. <i>Scream</i> for me! Ya know I <i>like it loud</i>."

Elly twisted and turned on the bedsheets, clawing at them frantically as her lover pounded into her at a steady, even pace. Hizashi was at his outrageous best, wearing nothing but his Present Mic jacket with his hair done up in a tight bun to help prevent spillage.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"Ain't gonna," he panted hoarsely, arching his back as he thrust. "Remember, that last shot made me get it up but nothing's comin'. This is all for you - one final fuck so hard your heat'll be over."

"Oh god, ohhh goddd..."

He giggled wickedly and dropped a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hold on, babygirl, this party's only <i>just</i> begun."

The man had stamina, but this was something else. The staff were concerned her heat was taking so long and told him to "do his best" at least one more time. More than a week of repeated sex had definitely taken its toll on him, yet he said would do it as long as necessary, no questions asked. And so he threw himself into the act as fully as possible, giving in to the pull and push, working his muscles as she shook uncontrollably underneath him.

After awhile Elly threw back her head, her throat working. "Mic, oh god Mic that's it -"

Hizashi blinked as sweat dripped into his eye but he didn't dare move his hands to wipe it away. Instead he concentrated, trying to deepen his thrusts to match her weak flops towards him. She was as extremely tired as he was and he knew one more orgasm would put her out like a light.

She needed that.

He <i>really</i> hadn't counted on how extremely physical the last few days had been. He knew the stories about anthros and their cycles but thought, like everyone else, that they were highly exagerrated. Tales involving sex always got blown up on the internet, and a lot of guys loved bragging.

Turns out it was very close to what those who had reportedly been through with their partners. 

It also turned out that quite a few of those people had not, in fact, been boasting, but warning those that thought it would be a fun undertaking. Not to say this wasn't genuinely rewarding, and at times very enjoyable.

Fun, however, was not what it was about at the moment. 

<i>Damn it, it's not working</i>!

"Havin' trouble, Ches?"

She whimpered, her fingers grasping his shoulders in a tight grip. The leather helped; he was unharmed though her nails were digging in. "Close but I can't!"

"Whatcha need, babygirl? Tell me."

"You're not into it!"

"Oh, I'm into it." He laughed when she shot him a narrow-eyed look. "I <i>am</i>. Just not gonna finish this time. That the problem? I'm not coming?"

She nodded - at least he thought she did, her body was jiggling impressively with each movement he made. 

"You want me to fake it, baby? You <i>do</i> feel good."

"Anything," she gasped, "anything. Please."

Hizashi moaned softly in her ear. "Mnn, baby, you fit me so <i>perfect</i>."

She gulped audibly. "Oh!"

"That's it, that's it," he continued, his breath hot and causing her ear to twitch as he panted. "So good, yeah?" He wriggled a hand between them to rub at her upper sex, a tricky maneuver while still thrusting inside her but he was incredibly flexible as well as running on the high energy he was known for. "You make me come so hard, I wanna come -" He threw his head back, throat working to utter a series of scandalous moans that rose in pitch. It was over-the-top acting even by the worst pornographic film standards, but it worked. Hearing him sound like he was in the throes of ecstacy combined with this extreme stimulation tossed Elly over the edge. 

"<i>Yes</i>!"

"Oh, babygirl," he gasped as she shrieked his hero name several times. "Thank fuck. Good, good, it's okay, let go... that's right." 

She collapsed backwards and he hurriedly pulled out and checked her pulse. It was racing but as he waited began to slowly even out. Hizashi sighed in relief and kissed her sweaty forehead. Only then did he notice his own body was disgustingly slick under the heavy jacket, straggling bits of his long hair that fell out of the bun sticking to his neck and shoulders. He grimaced and stood up, bracing himself with one hand on a nightstand since his leg muscles were twitching wildly. Elly muttered something unintelligible, her eyes closed in sleep while he waited. When he was certain he was physically capable of movement he stretched, placing his hands at the small of his back. 

"Aw'right, gotta clean up," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a nearby towel. This was used to very carefully wipe Elly down before tucking a fresh sheet around her. She sighed happily in her sleep, grabbing a handful of soft fabric and cuddling deeper into the pillow. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby," he whispered, and kissed her cheek this time. 

She purred in response, sensing his touch. He smiled, then waddled unsteadily off to the bathroom dropping his jacket on the floor as he went.

Hunger, 7

 "Yeah, let's. I'm getting cold, anyway."

The couple dried off and wandered into the bedroom to put their fluffy robes back on. As they did they heard a beep from the door and Hizashi wandered over to look out into the tiny foyer that seperated their suite from the outside. 

"Hey, it must be dinner time," he called out.

Elly poked her head out of the bedroom. "I <i>was</i> getting kind of hungry."

"Yeah, look." Hizashi pulled open the front door and rolled in a cart with multiple covered dishes. "They probably set this out while we were in the bathroom."

"Bring it on over, sweetie. I want to be disgustingly sinful and eat in bed."

Hizashi squirmed with delight at the name and complied with a flourish.

The food was excellent but then he noticed there was a bottle on the side of the cart. "What's this? Sake? Really?!"

"Is it any good?"

"Ohhhh ho ho ho. Try this," he husked, setting his cup to her lips.

Elly drank, then started purring as the liquid blossomed into warmth in her belly. "Oh, that's <i>good</i>. I wonder why they let us have alcohol?"

"No idea. Maybe it's to help us relax." He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her deeply. "Mmmn... that's even sweeter."

"<i>You're</i> sweeter," she giggled.

"Nuh uh. You."

She laughed harder. Hizashi's lips twitched and he drank again, then sighed deeply.

"Oh, <i>fuck</i>," he breathed. "I think I know why they gave us that wine."

"Yeah."

"There was somethin' in it, right?"

"Yeah," she whispered, clinging to him and also breathing slowly. "Wine masks the taste."

"Hmm. They monitor us, so..."

"They'll take action if someone's not eating or sleeping well. We only managed a little nap before. Probably wasn't enough."

"Yeah, 'cause right now I feel like a semi just dropped on top of me." He yawned hugely, stretching one arm over his head but keeping the other slung about her waist. "We better get settled, honey. Or we'll keel over right here."

They pushed the cart some distance away and lay back on the huge mattress. Elly rolled into his arms right away. "I wish this could last forever." She buried her face in his chest, completely content.

He raised both eyebrows. "Your heat?"

"Noooo. This."

"Me an' you?" Hizashi shifted his legs around hers and sighed. "Baby, I'm not going <i>anywhere</i>. If you want me forever, you got me."

"...too good to be true," came the muffled reply.

"You'll see," he promised. "If I hafta shout it in public every day I'll do it." His golden eyes brightened, but for once he held his tongue as a wonderful idea struck him.

"I'll do anything to be with you forever."

"Mmm hmm. Well, here's the list. You ready? You're gonna hafta date me for awhile, put up with a gross amount of affection," Hizashi squeezed her once and she giggled faintly. "No, I mean it. I'm gonna shower you with so much love we'll make everyone around us puke." He thought for a moment, then added, "At the very least we'll get Aizawa. He <i>hates</i> that kind of thing."

"Funnnn. Then what."

"I'll ask you a question you'd better be ready for!" He snickered wickedly. "Although, I doubt you'll be able to prepare. I'm gonna work really hard to surprise you all the time."

"Pfff, already know the answer."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Yes," she murmured so low he almost didn't hear. Hizashi fell asleep with a smile.

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 <b>I'm (30f) madly in love with my colleague (32m) and don't what to do</b>

<b>ThrowRAmadlyinlove</b>:

<i>Okay, so I need to know what others think. I'm in love with one of my colleagues. I swore I'd never trust any man since none have loved me back (not even family). But this guy ...I was there before I realized and it's too late for me to distance myself.

I'm currently in Japan, and the work culture here is different from what I'm used to. Hell, everything is different, but here you spend even more time with co-workers than in the US. I've been seeing him at work and during casual nights for long enough to get to know him very well. We stayed late when the others left and have become friends (he's called me a friend but he's friendly to a lot of people..?)

It might sound creepy to say I'm in love but we're in an industry where we rely on each other for our lives and have been in tight situations. Also, I've known him for a year now and we've been out almost every Friday night since we met, sometimes more. We even "live together" in a dorm type situation. I even know some of his bathroom habits!

Anyway, I've done a lot of work on myself in therapy but I'll always have issues. I'm scared and don't know what to do. Normally I'd ignore my feelings but they're too strong. He's a sweet man and he'd let me down easy, I think, but that's just it. I know deep down he can't like me back and I don't want to be hurt, especially after falling so hard despite myself.

What do I do?
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Elly's tailtips twitched as she read the post on her phone. The responses were mixed; she'd guessed as a therapist what most folks would say and she knew her own textbook response.

What she <i>hadn't</i> counted on was losing her anonymity.

Elly wasn't really sure how the redditor guessed who she was or why the rest believed them. She only knew that an hour after posting this on her lunch break it was on the main page, flooded with replies and had gone viral elsewhere.

She did the only thing she could - hid in her office and hoped for the best.

Of course she knew he'd see it.

There was a rapid series of knocks at her door before she was finished praying to every diety she could think of to beg he would somehow miss it.

"Hey, uh... Ches?"

Elly let her forehead fall heavily onto her desk with a defeated groan. "Ughhhhh, come in."

Hizashi stuck his head inside first, his hair rustling as the giant blond spike preceeded him. He chuckled when he saw her and closed the door behind him. "Whoa, babe, you look wrecked. I won't screw around, okay." He paused, pulled out the chair in front of her desk and plopped down in it. "Is that really your reddit post everybody's talking about?"

"Yes."

"Oh." He raised his eyebrows, looking down his nose as his sunglasses slipped to reveal his wide, golden eyes. "Is the guy All Might?"

Elly stared at him incredulously for a second, then burst into tears. He jumped to his feet and rushed over to her, kneeling to be on her level.

"It's okay! It's gonna be okay. He's not gonna hurt you, like, I don't think he even -"

"<i>It's not All Might</i>!"

"What?!"

"It's not All Might," she repeated sadly. She reached out with a shaky hand and hesitantly, carefully cupped his right cheek in a cold palm.

Hizashi's shades slipped further, his eyes huge. "Oh my god," he choked, "it's me? Ches, is it <i>me</i>?"

She jerked her hand away, flinching, as his came up but all he did was remove the giant speaker from his neck. Once that was placed aside, he took her wrist and gently guided her hand back to where it had been. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and trying to think how he could reassure her.

Instead of the million little things he'd always thought of saying that were loving or supportive he blurted out, "You wanna come over tonight after work?"



















<b>She (30f) likes me (32m)! How do I not fuck this up????</b>

<b>ThrowRAloudAFlover</b>:

<i>Old as time lyrics, yo! She's into me and we're gonna meet up. So we're close enough that we can skip the "getting to know each other" part. But she's giving out a serious vibe and I think she wants to seal the deal!!!!

YEAAAAHHHHH ♡♡♡

But also

Like

SHIT

I need help QUICK! How do I:

- help her realize she's awesome
- make this night extra special
- keep quiet during (you know), and I mean QUIET or I'll get in serious trouble

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Edit: FFS MY DUDES OKOK you know who we are but now you get why I need tips or she's gonna be deafened HEEEEELLLLP</i>