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stevenbasic · 4 years ago

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Sitting alone in the small chair in front of her desk, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was already being submissive, that he was acting contrite, before the meeting even began. He’d been cowed by what happened last night, and could swear the girls were looking at him funny when he skulked into his office this morning. Did they all know already?? What happened with Randi? It all made him nervous, and he knew it did nothing but undermine his authority and make him look weak.

And then there were the stream of aggressively confident posts Melissa had put on Instagram last night, and those he’d woken up to. “I’m proud of being a woman”? #simpforme, #motheryourman, #getready? “there’s gonna be a lot more of it”?? #stronger #bigger #successful. And - the baby-bird thing??? Jesus. It was like he was watching her spread her wings and he felt, this morning, like he was just cowering in her shadow.

She’d texted him this morning, said she’d wanted to meet with him in her office at 9, and had cleared the patients from his schedule. It was 9:05, looking at his watch. Every moment that went by felt like another nail in the coffin of his control of the office. I can’t let this happen, he tried to steel himself, I have to somehow show that I’m in charge.

But then, he heard it. The unmistakable staccato of her heels approaching down the hallway - click-clack-click-clack, echoing like gunshots - was heavier than one would expect in the corridor. The sound made his heart start to race. Why am I so nervous?? The Instagram posts and the events of last night - the girls in his apartment, him stupidly letting Randi once again have her way with him - had him on edge. Plus, he slept lousy. What did Melissa want to meet about?

click-clack-click-clack. She was almost there.

Remember, he told himself, she works for you.

But as soon as she walked in, when she entered the room and seemed to draw all light to her, he immediately felt himself to be in the presence of a more powerful person. Reflexively, he stood, and tried to keep from gaping. Oh my god she’s huge, he balked, astounded by her height. The only reason she hadn’t had to duck to get through the doorway was because she’d had such large, eight-foot doors installed.

“Good morning,” she said, her smile ebullient, happy to find him here and deferentially waiting for her, standing at attention, “Oh, so chivalrous! I like a man with good manners.” She watched his face as he took in her outfit, her figure, how tall she was in her new shoes. Immediately she knew she’d chosen right: the aggressively low-cut pink sweater, the high-waisted, dark grey pants that helped make her look both hippy, authoritative and even leggier than usual. And then there were the shoes.

“th-those are some heels,” he admitted, his obsequious gaze finding the safest place to linger: her feet and the black, patent leather pumps which made her...oh my god...he couldn’t bear to think how tall she’d be.

“Yeah huh?” she smiled, appreciating the crack in his voice, the submissive body language he was already assuming, standing there for her. She moved towards her desk, making sure to step as close to him as possible. “My friend Abby dropped them off for me this morning. They’re eight inches.”

“w-wow,” was all he could manage, dwarfed as he felt as she - standing well more than a foot taller than him - passed by. He knew he’d already started acting the simp, taken off his guard by her appearance, and was too dazed to resolve himself otherwise.

“They make me almost six-foot ten,” she stated, seeing how flabbergasted by her height he seemed. Something inside her urged her to step back closer to him, stand above him, demonstrate how big she was and make him feel small. That feeling made her tingle dangerously, rushed blood to her chest, and it was a hard instinct to fight back. But instead she knew she should proceed carefully with him, start business, and so she moved behind her desk. “You’re waiting for me to sit, aren’t you?” she asked with an approving smile, “such a gentleman.”

“Oh, haha, yeah I guess…” he said, still finding himself awkwardly standing in place, fidgeting.

“Looks like your mother trained you right," she responded, and immediately saw the wince in his expression. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie,” she cooed, as he cast his eyes aside, “I forgot. Forgive me?” She watched him nod, wanly. It was obviously, even to this day, a tender subject with him. I have to remember, she thought to herself, poor thing didn’t have a proper mommy.

"Well, every girl likes a respectful man,” she continued, with a munificent smile. Standing behind her desk, she felt the authority the office’s place of power gave her. “Especially one who knows his place in front of the alpha female. But no...sit.”

He looked at her as if confused. She was waiting for him patiently, like she was testing his resolve. Reflexively, though, he began to sit, and felt immediately emasculated as she remained standing.

“Good boy,” she said in approval, allowing mischief into her smile for the first time. Oooo this is funn, she caught herself musing.

The shock of that - the infantile little praise, the talk of “alpha female” - was not one he’d expected. She’d played around like this last week, at the beach conference...but hearing it here in the office was another thing altogether. “We’re - haha - w-we’re still doing that?” he asked, looking up at her, feeling a dark shiver of self-abasement and secretly marveling at the perfect hourglass her trim but wantonly full figure cut above him, silhouetted against the white wall behind.

“oooo remember, sweetie,” she replied, “we’re alone, it’s just you and me.” With that, on cue, she tapped a button on her desk and the door to the office closed behind him; she liked the startled look that brought to him. “We don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks and just fall into our...natural roles,” she purred, putting her hands on the desk to lean over towards him. She smiled as his eyes predictably darted to her cleavage. “We’ll just let nature take its course,” she stated, “How does that sound, Dr. J?”

“Oh, uh…” he stammered, temporarily spellbound by the sheer volume of bosom she’d put on display. This sweater, he found himself thinking, she wore this on purpose. And just as he was almost able to tear his gaze away from her breasts, she casually squeezed them together and his eyes remained fixed, for more than a moment too long. Letting nature take its course, he thought, might end up with my face buried up to my ears.

And so she had him speechless, already; that got her grinning. She brushed away an imaginary nothing from the swell of her right beast, keeping his gaze fixed right where she wanted it. Melissa knew what she needed to say in this meeting, the words she had prepared to get him to do what she wanted. But, gauging his reaction, she was seeing already that she wouldn’t have to work too hard. Her tits could do the heavy lifting.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, after finally drawing her fingers away from her chest and immediately causing him to look away. He flushed red, caught staring. ”Omigosh you’re so cute when you’re blushing,” she giggled, only to cause a wave of jiggles to joggle through her chest, drawing his hapless gaze for another brief second. Her breasts were just so big, the huge soft swells of her cleavage the main attraction in the room and a magnet to his eyes.

She laughed. “So, you know why I’m dressed like this, right?” she asked, a wry smile acknowledging the blatant aggression of her outfit, “the heels, the tight pants…” For a moment she looked down at her own chest, then locked eyes with him. “...the boobage?”

“Uhhhh….”

”You know what I'm going to ask for, of course?” she continued, becoming struck by how adorable he was in his tongue-tied, defenseless denseness.

“A-a raise?” he asked, struggling with all his will to keep her gaze.

Her laugh was deep and sultry, one of a woman pleased. “No haha but…” she said, as she then gathered her arms under her breasts, cradling them to exaggerate their size, “…could I get one if I asked really nicely?”

Oh my god, he thought, as he felt his dick start to stiffen, no. this is...too much. But he didn’t have the will to protest, scold her. “Y-you know money’s been tight…”

“Haha I’m joking, you know I’m teasing!” she laughed, enjoying the bewildered look on his face and standing up straight again, “I know your numbers are down. But that’s why we need to talk, about Abby…”

Abby, he thought, she’s the sales-rep friend...from that weird pharm company. He’d resisted meeting with her from the beginning, unwilling to waste precious time on another salesmonkey pushing snake oil. He’d been inundated with their brochures, ignored countless phone messages, avoided their research papers in his email, and still he had no idea what their product really was. It seemed like they made one thing and one thing only: some sort of supplement for women of childbearing age. His was a geriatric practice! Why would they want him to be part of some clinical trial? It really made no sense and he’s really wanted no part of it.

But he knew Melissa felt otherwise.

Indeed, she knew getting a meeting together was important to Evolution Pharmaceuticals, really the main reason Abby had sent her the posting for this job in the first place. Abby had encouraged her to go for the position even though it was frankly above her abilities. But it was something, a challenge, a job maybe she could grow into…

...and now she fully intended to, in spades.

Melissa leaned in further again, over the desk towards him, her suddenly soft doe-eyes seeking his out. “Remember..it’s just you and me,” she sweetly cooed, putting her full breasts once again on obvious display for him, “nobody’s going to think less of you if you agree to this…” She allowed her chest to slowly push forward, her shoulders back. “...just let nature take its course.”

She knew he heard the encouragement in her voice. Her beauty held real power that she knew how to use, and she intended to put him at ease. In the moment, she knew he didn’t even realize that it was already working. Her eyes searched his and saw something they were looking for. A warm smile formed on her lips and she continued to let her body do all the work. His eyes all but unabashedly on her tits again, this was already happening just the way Abby said it would.

“So...about meeting with Abby...” she began, letting go just the faintest waft of her pheromones, to drift across the desk, just enough to-

“yes okay I’ll do it,” he answered, without even having to be asked.

What?? Haha omigod.

“You...will?” she beamed, her smile becoming a sudden, dazzling grin. It can’t be that easy, can it? Admittedly a bit surprised she was immediately struck by one self-aggrandizing thought: she loved being this beautiful...and this big. She loved the feeling of being stronger and more powerful than those around her. She loved how her body, her buxom sexuality, could be so simply and so extravagantly too much for people; how it reduced them to putty in her hands, paralyzing them for her with nothing more than a smile and a look. And, what’s more, she was beginning to realize what else she could accomplish, given the time. She knew, secretly, that the bigger she got, the more Melissssy there was, the easier it would all become.

So bring it on, she thought to herself, give me more. She had to keep herself from laughing. Who needs an associate’s degree when you wear an I-cup?

“Ok I’ll call her, put it in your schedule right away,” Melissa said in victory, knowing she had to be gentle and watching as he had begun, it seemed, to sheepishly shrink into the chair below her. This was emasculating for him, she knew, capitulating like he was in his utter defenselessness. It gave her a thrill, she had to admit, flexing her authority here in the office, dwarfing him like this, dwarfing a man. She knew it was possibly unfair, that she’d had the deck stacked against him by coming at him with all this in his most fragile moments...but it needed to be done, and she would show him it was all for the best. And, she thought slyly, she would someday make it up to him, make him forget how little she’d just made him feel. Unless, of course, he likes that sort of thing...

But in the meantime-“, she knew she had other work to do, and as the saying goes about the hot iron and the striking-

“Let’s talk about new staff,” she said innocently, “I want to hire twelve more girls.”

“T-twelve?” he blurted, shaken a bit back to himself, “Really? Didn’t we lose just, like...five?”

“It was three, and then three part-timers,” she corrected him, “But I want to bring on twelve full-time people. A nurse practitioner, maybe a PA, a nurse Nurse Asstha...Attess…”

“Aesthetician?” he helped, even through his disarray.

“Yes, that..!” she giggled, “I’ll learn how to say that someday!” Twirling her hair girlishly in between the fingers of one hand, she stood again. “New providers, they’ll all need support staff, plus we have to replace the girls in accounting,” she listed, now starting to step away from behind her desk, “and we need a new supervisor for the front desk, unless you think Audrey is up for the job…?”

He paused, a bit confused, watching as she lazily stepped towards him. Was she actually asking for his opinion? Wait...he thought, why am I surprised by th- This was obviously getting away from him too quickly. “Uh, sure, but…” he began, “are you positive we can handle so many ne-”

“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, now standing right next to him, above him, noticing how he’d reflexively turned his chair to face her, “we can handle it no problem. Maybe it’s just you that’s having some trouble?” She looked down at him, her employer, and mused on how anxious and small he looked. She reached down to tenderly push a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. “Besides...don’t you want to see us grow?”

What did she mean? “W-well, yes, of course,” he agreed, fighting the urge to turn his head, nuzzle his face into her soft hand as it continued to stroke his temple, above his ear, “of course I want the p-practice to do well. To, uh...grow.” His thoughts drifted to a day, maybe not far away, of an office she’d built for him, of being surrounded by more women than he could count, all young and beautiful, all doting on him...and of course, all beholden to her.

Is that what she meant by wanting to “see us grow”?

“So, uh, sure…” he said, knowing again it was another little surrender, “hire whoever you want…” He knew this was reckless, foolish even, and could only hope beyond hope that this money from - what was it? Lean In? - would be enough.

Melissa - thrilled again but now keeping her grin in check - saw the doubt in his face. She understood this was hard on him, watching the reins of his business being taken by another, and knew she should...reward him.

She stroked his hair - oooo he had such nice hair - and thought to herself.

It was just like Abby said. This was a man, she considered, remembering the type of pictures he’d been hoarding on his computer, who needed a strong female figure. This was a man, remembering what he’d told her about his childhood, who craved a woman’s constant attention, unconditional affection. This was a man - it almost made her giggle - who needed a mommy.

Just last night in DM Ms. Zazanetti - oops, I’m supposed to call her ‘Sara’! - had told it to her straight, made her understand. It's not taboo that he’d been stockpiling pictures of beautiful, ultra-bosomy, giant women on his computer, but rather the reasonable needs of manchild who never really had a childhood. He had told it to her himself, the night at that bull-riding bar: that he “never really had a mother.” And she’d heard it from Rina - who come to find out used to work here, and was one of his old flings - he’d lost her at a very young age.

Omigod the poor thing!

She knelt down in front of him, heart growing in her chest as she looked deep into his eyes. The desperation, she knew, ran deep in his mind, looking for fully blossomed women. His breast obsession was a consequence of what he missed as a child, a toddler, an infant - being coddled, nurtured, loved. And, she reminded herself, it wasn’t just pictures of random huge, big-breasted women he’d had on his computer. There were also countless pictures of her. It was a significant moment, when she’d realized what she represented to him, what she could strive to be for him - even if his male pride keeps him from ever really expressing himself, admitting what he needs.

#motheryourman, remember?

Still gazing at him, wondering what he was thinking, she smiled to herself. Well, he’s not “your man” but - haha - close enough, right?

“You’ve been doing such a good job, being so strong,” she said to him, tenderly, taking one of his hands into both of hers and resting it on his lap, “especially with everything going on.”

”uhhh...what do u mean?” he asked. There was - good god - so much going on. But...looking into her eyes, he suddenly knew what she meant.

“When were you going to tell me? I had to hear it from Marisela,” she said, sounding a bit sad that he would not confide in her, about his troubles at home...or, rather, what used to be his home, “I thought we were friends…”

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Thanks to GTScity reader @sherlock for inspirations and ideas - they really helped the post coalesce. And to FantasticMrMoose - fans may notice that a few passages are all but stolen right from "Sexy Lexie": awesome story!

#Growing Into the Job

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iamtheempress · 4 years ago

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Highly Motivated~

Lets Talk: part 2

A week is all it took, alot faster than Dabi expected.

The league took her in as one of their own and it was comforting to say the least, just as comforting as any detached homicidal family could be to someone who was nothing but sweet and a change of pace… almost innocent in a twisted sort of way.

Toga had taken a liking for her almost instantly, Chiaki's charming and womanly disposition really stood out to her and grit drew her in quickly; gossiping and having another woman around made Chiaki feel a sense of camaraderie, a sisterhood almost, made her heartache to see her little sister again.

While still under the watchful eye of the men of the group, the same men she fought against with the other UA students and under the same monicor of being labeled a pro hero… so the wary behavior was quite understandable. Kurogiri had made it very clear she was to stay within the hideout until further notice to figure out what the hell to do with her, to quell Shigaraki's nerves and to act as the designated healer and if god forbid anything happened.

Chiaki obliged respectfully, head low and a sweet little smile on her face-unlike Himiko’s whose toothy grin was unmistakable and sinister to everyone- granting her a bit of positive attention from the men of the group after she displayed the extent of her quirk and its versatility.

That notice went up about 2 days into her stay in the hideout, this being exactly what Dabi had wanted from the beginning, he knew just the tip of the iceberg of what this girl could bring to the group.

Her assistance was needed in the worst way possible, upon receiving contact from Compress she was notified that Spinner and Twice were injured the day after she had shown up.

Twice being worse for wear than Spinner. She ordered him to lay down in the living room of the hide out, after complying to do as she says he lain back and watched her, his vision shifting in and out, with gentle hands and a deep breath placed a hand directly on an open wound that punctured his lung, which in all reality should have killed him.

By some miracle it didn't- and she spent 50 minutes concentrating on making sure he was healed up, relaxing him with a hot towel and the most comforting tone of voice she can muster, within what felt like several hours, she healed the puncture wound and had made sure he had the ability to breathe, even keeping a conversation with him talking about anything and everything, sometimes talking about her family and sibling.

Impressed with her quirk he commended her and thanked her profusely, calling her an 'angel' of all things, making the ex pro brim with relief and exuding pride from every orifice, Dabi remaining close to her to see her in action. Also because she had a natural radiant pull to him he couldnt put his finger on, he chalked it up to her being so sweet and generous to a bunch of nightmarish degenerates like the league.

Shigaraki, on the other hand, kept his distance, eyes trained on her like a Tiger to prey who knew of his whereabouts, skeptical and wary of her in general, a hero turned villain in such a short time is jarring, he couldn't trust it- to say the least, but she had to fit into work with them.. when she was around his dialogue with her was short and curt, staring too long at her made her feel nervous, he liked that, knew her place with them in the league and where she stood as a villain.

It was a particularly long Saturday night, the rain coming down like a monsoon, some members of LOV had just returned with their spoils after robbing a convenience store of all their food and necessities, Toga had taken advantage of her quirk to go 'shopping' as a nobody student from UA for new clothes, disguises, and snacks for her new friend.

Toga was cryptic about this surprise since the moment Chiaki woke up that morning, she had insisted on hanging out with Chiaki to take her attention from the tall dark and handsome man who had yet to return since Twice was still gone with him.. Toga stood outside of the bathroom, keeping her ear pressed flush against it listening to her try on clothes.

"Chiiiiaaaaki-chan? Put your new threads on yet, beautiful?" Toga called to her getting changed in the bathroom, she had taken the liberty of 'borrowing' a couple hundreds of dollars worth of clothes for her to wear so she's not wearing only the hoodie she came in.

"Almost.. did you have to get me a pushup bra?" She chirps behind the door pulling the tube-topped romper up her body and snapping on her chest, a simple but… really expensive looking purple, white, and yellow flannel shirt she pulled on, followed by kitted out combat boots with metal plating on the toe and heel, some shiny steel running up the sides as well whether for aesthetics or for actual combat she didn't know yet.

"Well ya know Dabi and I need something nice to look at too, hun. Who knows maybe if you put out more maybe you'll get lucky"

Chiaki snorts loudly, while Chaiki and him were not that serious yet...she shares his bed and even goes out of her way to make sure he's healed and ok when he returns which was twice this week alone, it was a welcomed sort of comfort he never knew he needed, a sense of being and safety, that sort of life is very fleeting. Especially for criminals like him and he knew this, he didn't have any plans of making her anything more than his accomplice, a partner in crime for when the day comes where he leaves the League.

Chiaki exits the bathroom in the outfit that fit her too well, her long two-toned hair down, she actually killed the look pretty nice.

Toga’s eyes widened and a giddy look on her face sprawled from ear to ear, the girl bounced over to her and took her by the hand.

"oooo! You're such a looker! I think the girls here could be showier but I can tell you want to leave a little to the imagination, I think Dabi would like to see more skin~" she winks and gives a little tug to the front of the suit, the new little pieces of Jewelry that were given to her hung just shy of the swell of her chest tinkled at the movements

"I mean like i guess. I can’t just parade around with them on full display, how much of a spectacle do you want me to be?"

Chiaki says as she notices Himiko staring right over her shoulder and up Chiaki gulps and whips her head around to see Dabi, dripping in water looming behind her like a shadow, his thumbs thrusted into his front pockets, arching forward as the shirt clung to his front from the rain as well as his spiky inky black hair to his forehead, all while grinning like a Cheshire cat down at the woman he shares his room with.

"I wouldn't mind that, little mouse." His sweet velvety voice humors her and chuckles to himself moving to loom above the woman, examining her pretty face for any sign of protest as his hand slid into his pocket and one into his wet hair.

Chiaki blushes brightly as well as Himiko thoroughly enjoying the little trap she set up, Himiko's hand finding her own cheek and winking devilishly.

"Hehe oops! Mighta saw him the whole time behind ya, Chiaki-chan~ my bad! Seeing you flustered is super cute anyway.. Ill see you two later." the little homicidal girl turns on her heel and trots away "you suck Toga."

She calls out tucking platinum-blonde hair behind her ear and crossing her arms over her chest, foolishly avoiding the bright blue eyes that bore holes through her head.

"So...Toga went 'shopping' for you? That's sweet.. I’ll remember to look for things in your size when I’m out again." Chiaki lifts her head and cocks a brow at him and gently pokes a finger into his chest, the white tee he sported always looked as if it was about to fall off him from how low the cut is.

"Oh c'mon now, you wouldn't know what i'd like to wear if it hit you in the head, your clothes look like they'll turn to cinders at any moment" she pulls the loose tee from him and lets it stick back to his belly. “Pff.. when they're not soaking wet like i went for a swim, maybe.” He chuckles “How the heck could men even walk around like this and not feel uncomfortable.. I get even a little water on me and I feel like I need to change." He stands back and wrings some water from his shirt out onto the floor, listening to her words and keeping mind of how her voice dips when she questions him like a mother worried for her child's health.

“Unlike women i don't have a reason to cover my chest all the time, not that i'm saying i've looked or anything but that sweatshirt you came in didnt do you much justice.” His voice remained flat and his lips lined straight as if he didn't just make a jab at the fact she's physically ‘gifted’.

“It was raining that day and i wasn't about to take a whole wardrobe with me, and I can't tell if your being charming or an ass” Dabi’s eyes remained trained on the woman before him, pretty sapphire eyes that made her nervous, they were occasionally void of emotion but when he looked at her she saw some little twinkle in his eye, like he had plans for her he just didnt know what for yet; another reason why she's so sweet and chummy with him.

“Could be both could be neither, got a problem with that, mouse? I could just go around shirtless all the time” She rolls her eyes and leans all the way back and her brain flashes back to the first and only time she's seen him shirtless, the first night they met and she stayed in his bed.

The rest of the nights she would go to sleep without him to accompany her, his little solo missions going without her knowing where he was or when he would return; he did however return and when he did he would watch her sleep with the tv on and watch whatever movie she had on.

Getting to know her interests while she slept was easy to do, sitting up late and having a cigarette, making fun of the way she snores and mumbles in her sleep. Down to looking at the 8 gold earrings in her ears, little gold hoops that hugged her lobes from the top of her ear to the bottom. This sort of thing was a part of his plan to get to know her alittle bit more, his future accomplice.

The strange young ex-hero raised hundreds of questions for him.

"But of course I think you would have a problem with that,” He commented, startling her from her thoughts, he shook remaining water from his choppy black hair and glowerered down at her with a heady look in his eye, whether it was actually him becoming flirtatious or joking around is left up to debate, maybe ti was just to mess with her and make her flustered. “I wouldn't want to.. 'be a spectacle'... a man has to leave at least 'a little to the imagination'." He chuckled darkly, his smile returning to his face to make her more flustered then she already is.

Chiaki’s face became more flushed pink, Dabi closed the gap, and left only about a foot or so between them both, the gesture purely meant to make her nervous and give him all her attention, since she seemed momentarily distracted.

Despite the height difference she had an impact on him he couldn’t overlook, both with her quirk and her charm. Chiaki had an appeal to her that was new and one he wasn't even close to becoming bored of.

He didn't know much of her yet but he desperately wanted to break down those walls and get to know her at her most raw, have some control over something in his life, something consistent.

"I dont think wet clothes… constitutes as little to the imagination, Dabi.." she feels her heart get momentarily caught in her throat.

Dabi looked her up and down, his hands anchored on either side of her head making Chiaki's eyes widen and a blush creep up her neck, his face dipping down abit closer to fluster the woman before him

“Hm.. so you’re saying you’d prefer to see me shirtless more, eh?" His head dips down just slightly, his intense blue eyes never wavering from her own. "Th-Thats not what i meant! I mean I have looked but… cant blame a girl for looking, Dabi..." She rises to her tippy toes finally working up enough courage to kiss him, Dabie remained unmoving but parting his lips with his eyes half lidded, before the moment is cut short by Kurogiri placing a hand on her shoulder and pulling her attention from Dabi in a snap.

“Huh?” She jumps and looks the second in command in the face with a blush. “Our leader has returned and has some injuries that needed to be tended to. See him immediately.” He commanded and left her shell shocked for a moment, eyes flickering from Kurogiri back to Dabi, embarrassment coursing through her veins and she wished for a split second she could fade away and vanish like her mom's quirk allows her. Dabi rose back up and sneered, peering down the hallway to where Kurogiri left. “it's about damn time he asks to see you.. Talk about timing huh?” He rasps and backs away from her.

“I-I'm sorry we can-” He shakes his head, with a light chuckle. “Not now, little mouse, besides…” He pinches her soft cheek between his thumb and index finger, she closes her eye and his hand flattens gently against her face, long fingers with calloused pads graze over her skin and the cold staples touch her cheek.

“I dont think your ready for me yet… dont need you making a mistake and ruining this little companionship we have going on so far,” He holds her chin when he sees the look of sadness wash over her eyes. “Hey.. im not rejecting you, silly little mouse. We sleep in the same bed for fucks sake.. Besides.. We have alot to talk about after your done with...the flaky motherfucker upstairs…” His thumb swipes her bottom lip and he pulls away. “Pretty lips like yours need to be savored, appreciated in time…now.. go to him before he bitches and moans…” He growls and uses the heel of his hand to bump out a cigarette and light it with his fingers.

She turns on her heel red in the face and trots to the opposite side of the building to the door with the most… dust on the floor.

Chiaki contemplates how she holds her fist to knock and raps on the door, her sweet voice calling to the evil hidden behind it. “Shigaraki? It’s Chiaki… Kurogiri sent me to take care of your wounds.” She goes to open the door only to be met with resistance to the doorknob and it being opened quickly, a leering face hovering inches away from him, followed by white and blue toned hair. He was a lot less intimidating than he presented himself to be. She couldn’t describe it properly..

“Oh. It’s you…” He turned his back to her, the blood seeping through his shirt as he staggered back into the half-darkened room a hunch to him. “I told Kurogiri I’m fine but if he’s going to.. Make a big fucking deal about it...get in here and shut the door, Ikeru...” He commands and she follows him.

The tall gangly man striding right in and sitting on the edge of his bed moving his controller to the side, he had a tv on with a video game paused awaiting him with heavy metal coming from the tv itself.

She looks around and furrows her brows when his shirt is lifted above his head, a loud hiss comes from his chapped lips.

“God.. dammit… shit stings.. Augh you better be worth the trouble…” He groans, moving and wincing, she kneels on the bed behind him and within seconds he’s got the controller back in hand. “Just relax. I know what i'm doing, Tomura..” she cracks her fingers and a soft glow emits from her palm as she looks over the wounds in his back.. They were fatal at best.

Deep gunshot wounds and even some exit wounds from his front. “How the hell are you not dead..” She says placing a hand on top of the open wounds earning a snarl and a loud expletive.

“FUCK! Warn me when you do that!” She recoils her hand as he whips his head around. His high pitch grating voice startling her and shaking the room almost, the look of fear in her eyed as he flexed his hand open and close. She looks down and nods her head apologetically. “I wont do it again ill let you know, Tomu-” she starts and lifts her head to look at him and he interjects. “Its boss to you.. Got it?” His voice becomes grave, she takes in a breath and offers a weirdly out-of-place smile.. “Yessir.”

His whole body cringes at the very sight of her being so calm about the situation.. His attention is redirected to the tv screen and hes back to playing his game. “Im gonna touch that spot again, boss.” He groans annoyed already, she warns and places that hand on his back and he flinches instinctually from the contact. She watches over his shoulder, him playing a violent video game, his character decked out in the most overpowered armor and weapon he can find. She lets out a breathy chuckle watching him struggle with a boss and get killed, he cracks his jaw and shakes his head. His free hand going to his neck to scratch in frustration.

“I used to play that game a lot. Still do actually. You do know there’s a dual axe weapon on top of the spire to face that boss right. Greatswords don’t do shit to him.” She boasts behind him, concentrating all her energy straight into his back. Shigaraki’s eyes grew wide and he turned his head slowly to look at her.

“You play videogames?” He stared wide eyed at her, Chiaki shrugs and smirks.

“Yea, played alot while i was in UA.” She chuckles and it only makes him narrow his eyes and slowly turn his head back around, his tongue sucking his teeth and paying attention to the screen as he went in the direction she mentioned. “Other hands going for your back.” She states, Shigaraki grunts and furrows his brows as her other hand meets his hard back, his musculature was strange; skinny but dense muscles.

He claims the dual axes and checks their stats and he nods and leans a bit back into her hands. “Thanks…” He mutters and goes to face the boss he was struggling with, succeeding after the first round and he snickers awkwardly and goes back to complete silence. “Y'know probably would have dusted this controller had you not told me that.” The ex-pro beamed and her very essence radiated from her to the point Shigaraki shook and raised his shoulders in a weird feeling of discomfort. The positive energy was all too unfamiliar to him, he noted this being a part of her quirk, making him cringe.

“Thank you, boss, happy to help.” He scoffs and feels her wipe the dried blood away. “Heh. Shut your mouth, don't be an ass kiss, bitch.” he growled and when she pulled her hands away from his back she shot back at him with a laugh “Not so much an ass kiss more of which just bein genuine.” “GENuine...that’s new,” He laughed, his high pitch voice dropping an octave as he puts his controller in his lap as a cutscene starts up for the next level.

“If you couldn’t tell already, I'm not so much...used to people being nice or…*genuine*. Mostly used to people being conniving and doing for themselves.. The amount of people who joined us to try and do something idiotic is at best impressive and fucking stupid… coming in trying to call shots to people who already know what they want and know where there going.” She listened sitting beside him on the bed, his voice straining when he spoke of people doing things for themselves, his fingers flexed and curled when he looked at her, she knew what disaster those very hands can bring.

It made her wary and extremely aware of her own mortality.

“When Dabi mentioned you about a couple months ago, we couldn’t find a damn thing about you… why is that?” He sits back and his voice wavers in the sentence emphasizing words to make her wary. She did her best to not bend or falter.

“You're not like AllMight or any of the other pros so why couldn’t we find a damn thing on you...You're out in the public eye every time we looked up news coverage of you. Everything seems surface level, your name, age.. hero name..hell we’ve even fought you on numerous occasions, almost had all 5 fingers around that neck of yours.” His eyes were staring at her beyond the long hair.

As if analyzing her face for any sign of any irregularities, she caught his eye and almost jumped out of her skin.

"Well, Im 19 and i was like.. Not even a year into the whole pro hero thing, I worked for the heroes society as something fresh and new.” She rubbed her palms together nervously, Shigaraki nodded his head looking forward.

“i guess you could say, since i am kind of young to be a pro I had this demeanor of being easy to manipulate so they sought me out for big trafficking rings and elaborate mafia rings, find escape convicts to bring back to Tartarus or other Quirk Prisons. I was roped in to be the ‘beacon’ for the agency or me to round them up on my own and bring em in, and with my dad… being a fuckin awful person and a vigilante and my mom being one of the retired pros from America, they wanted to ‘make a new face for heroes’ or whatever..” His entire back was arched forward, hunched to the point where the vertebrae in his back shown through the dense scars that litter his flesh, Chiaki bared her truth and admitted while she put up her hands, showing herself to be vulnerable in the situation, Shigaraki is the most wanted criminal out there anyway, and most volatile as far as lethality goes.

“I came at my own volition and I hope that.. You find my presence positive in your league, and you find me more than just a ‘private nurse’ and send me out every once in a while, I mean hell I don't even know where we are!” Shigaraki absolutely preened externally, his chest puffing up.. If she was an asskiss-or as good of an accomplice as she entails, he keeps that thought on the forefront of his mind.

“Don't press your luck. We will find a place for you and you will see plenty of bloodshed, and as far as our whereabouts right now stands,” He turned his head and lifted it back as he directed his focus to the television once again, his red eyes blank and face deadpan, he let out a rumbling breath his chest rising and a wolf line grin spreads across his face, his lips splitting as his teeth ground back and forth. “Before you get to chummy with your boss... “Let's keep it that way, Ikeru Chiaki…” He cracks his fingers long fingers.

It’s within an hour that Dabi has become antsier, waiting for the woman he's been bunking with to exit Shigaraki’s room, he was seated in the main area where the fully stocked bar was, peering up the stair case for the little woman, no such luck yet.

He tapped his cigarette and took a long drag of it and turned back forward to look at his reflection in the bars mirror behind the bottles, contemplating if she found solace with Shigaraki over him. It actually made his blood boil as he closed his eyes and put his forehead in his hand, pushing the emotion he was desperately trying to drown out.

Puffing the smoke from his nose he opened his eyes to see Toga standing close to him in the reflection of the bar mirror, it made him jump.

“Did you see what's been on the news on repeat?” Toga asked him, grabbing his arm and lightly shaking him.

His eyes were bored and flat.

“No.. more about us I assume.” He put it between his two tone lips and took a shallow inhale, “No its about Chiaki-chan!” Dabi raised an eyebrow and snuffed out the cigarette, he grabbed the remote and turned on the television hanging up in the bar, the 32 inch tv clicked to life to show the news anchor man with a picture of the hero in her normal gear, In bold text beneath the anchor “PRO HERO WITCH GONE MISSING: DAY #7”

“The search for the pro hero is still ongoing! She was reported missing in the middle of the night from her friends who came to talk to her, after the fight that morning with the villain known as ‘BlueFlame’ where they were seen to be on common ground, before the building collapsed killing 5 people,” Dabi focused on the tv screen as Spinner, Compress, and Twice entered the room watching the screen of that day. “ the new infiltration specialist is of much importance to the hero society and has a hefty reward for her return alive, her father Negate, offers no word on her return besides the statement ‘she won't be happy to see me’-” Dabi tuned everything else out and stood up from his chair.

“Infiltration Specialist… you think perhaps she'd be working against us?” Compress asks Dabi who continued to stare at the staircase. “I don’t think she would betray us like that… she has no idea where we are anyway..” After a moment of agonizing silence, he had one thought in mind, and then a foolproof plan, his face remained stoic and unwavering.

Infiltration specialist. His interest in her is only blossoming.. Beautiful, fresh faced, and new to him, his intentions may be malicious in the long run none of those malicious plans ever involved going against her… in fact he saw her at his side...made his heartthrob in his chest, making him stumble briefly.

He makes it to the door and before he could even knock he heard a familiar female voice curse from behind the door, followed by the bed creaking. His eye twitched and he leaned his head against the door.

“Goddammit did you have to have the biggest one…” She questioned Dabi's imagination going into a tailspin, he brought his head from the door with his brow furrowed, his head moves closer to the door to confirm if what he heard was actually what he thinks is going on beyond the door. “Bitch, you know i wouldn’t be the best without it...now hold still and this will end quickly.”

Shigaraki chuckles followed by the bed creaking and him cursing. “Fuck you!” She whines and Dabi pulls his head away from the door his vision going red and his fists clenched as he swung the door wide open only for his heart race to slow down and his hands stopped burning blue as he focused on a shirtless Shigaraki leaning his elbow on Chiaki’s shoulder as they played that goddamned video game.

“Oh hey Dabi! Sorry, i didn’t come out sooner, Tomura gave me another controller-god fuckign damn you and your stupid ultimate!” She cusses as she loses against Shigaraki, miserably at that… Shigaraki groaned loudly as he pinched his brow, grabbing a shirt that she gave him that he neglected to put on. Shigaraki puts his controller down and turns to look at him. “What do you want.. Better be good for barging in like that, Dabi…” He glowers teeth clenched tightly in his jaw, punctuating his name.

“So that wasn't…- anyway, so when you were a hero… you were an Infiltration specialist… That's why we couldn't find anything on you. Right?” she nods and tilts her head confused

"y-yeah how'd you know that? I only just told Shigaraki." She questioned, Shigaraki's eyes flickering over to her, knowing this already.

"Your secret is all over the news." Her eyes widened and she blunk quickly watching Shigaraki turn on the other tv and flick to the news shown her face and the news caster. "Ill tell ya.. if you were still a hero id say your cover was blown by whatever shitty agency revealed to the world that your a covert type'a hero, sucks honestly." He tsks and returns his attention to Shigaraki, a knowing grin spread slowly across his face.

"What the hell are ya lookin at me like that for, eh?" Shigarakis eyes narrowed and his voice became raspy and on edge.

"I have a plan… and this little ‘pro’ is at the core of that very plan." Shigaraki tilts his head and looks to her his jaw tightening once again. "Can you two plan… not in here… if you're thinking how I think your… thinking… i'd like to dwell on it.." Chiaki moves from near Shigaraki to Dabi’s side, his eyes following her, a little glimmer of pride rose in his chest when she stood mere several inches from his side, her presence really is something, and damn sure didn't want her positive energy anywhere near Shigaraki of all people.

"You almost said think again, did you?" he bit his tongue and scratched at his neck. "Grr… Get the hell out." He points to the door.

Within seconds Dabi was back at the door and holding it open for her,. Shigaraki sat back down and spoke up, his high pitch voice catching her attention and annoying Dabi.

"Chiaki."

She turned to look at his head half turned, as he starts up again. "Ill need another player two sometime so don't be a stranger, bitch.” He let out a noise something close to a chuckle as Dabi closed the door back on him. Shutting the Leader away in the other room.

“You have a plan involving me, you say?” She bumps his arm and follows him down the hall, side by side, who tucked his hands again in his pockets, his eyes trained ahead and unblinking like hes analyzing his plan in front of him. “Mhmmmmm, but you have to keep it between you and me for now, got it.” He says beneath his breath, slowing down to keep pace with her, he notes how much smaller he is compared to her.

”Yessir! As long as i can actually do something ill be happy with it.” She chirps, almost excited, excited to be a part of something then just being a nurse. Dabi hums at her exuberance and pushes the door open for her, getting a good look at her back as she walks right in; her flannel fluttering behind her.

“Hm, don't get used to saying that, i might like it.” Dabi turns on the light and points her to the rolling desk chair where his computer was set up. “Step into my office, Witch, I have some questions for you.” She rolls her eyes at the mention of her hero name and plops down into the rolling chair of his desk, her legs cross in a very womanly fashion as he starts to pace infront of his bed. “Alright you have my attention what the hell do you need me for.” She asks moving the seat back and forth rotating her waist and facing forward to occupy her brain as she stared straight ahead at him.

"First." He stops and extends his pointer finger up, not meeting her eyes just yet, his voice still remaining flat and unreadable.

"I need abit more information about your, specialty here…” His eyes flicker over to her, his hands facing upward and looking to the calluses on his fingertips. “How in the hell have we not heard of this infiltration unit. Is it that covert that there's actual heroes in the agency dont know about it.” He questions facing her entirely, he leans against the desk, absentmindedly rubbing his fingers together as if they were covered in dust.. “As far as I know.. I'm the first one they indicted into the program. Again, due to my age and my quirk its kinda easy to give people a good idea about me but most of the time i dealt with kind of simple minded characters.” She states, her eyes looking at his hands, mildly distracted by how much larger he is in comparison to her.

Dabi openly flexes his hand allowing her to see the way the staples pull at his textured flayed flesh to his normal hand, hes much closer in fact she has to look almost fully up at him. His entire body silhouettes the white light behind his head, making him look more sinister to the untrained eye, his face however read genuine curiosity, not a sign of threat anywhere on his face.

“Mind telling me why you haven't turned tail and ran when you met them all.. Any sane person would have split the second they saw any of us.. No less Shigaraki.. you know what they have done, you saw the very day that we met what all of them can do… and you stayed and spoke to them on common ground… even fuckin introduced yourself.” He broadly gestures the same hand up into the air and lets it fall back down to his hip with a thump. She listened to him speak.. His voice soothed her in the strangest way imaginable, that and Dabi kind of liked to hear himself talk. “A pretty face mixing in with abunch of grimy villains.. Most of us driven by Stains ideology like some cultish fanclub gone awol..heh.. Hell you even got mixed up with the zombie man of all things.. Like a beauty and the beast type bullshit…” Dabi leans his head back and she watches his adam's apple bob in his throat as he clears it, his chin lolling back down to make eye contact with her, again making her feel small..

“I had thought it would take months for them to accept you as their own but… you fit in like a missing link, your gonna make this plan act quickly and i can feel it!" he grinned widely to the point where the staples on his mouth strained and it pulled at the flesh of his face.

“I do however would like to know: You are being real with me are you? I can trust you with everything I am about to ask of you..” She took a shallow breath and nodded, "O-of course! I haven't done anything to prove otherwise! I dropped all communication and everything with everyone i knew hell even my old friends from UA to be here.. And you already heard my whole thing with why I wanted to join." He pointed right at her and nodded his head, almost solemnly.

Dabi's eyes shut and he took a deep dramatic breath, "Y'see, this whole thing still makes me hesitant and i don't want to be hesitant with you.” He dragged her and the chair away from the desk and to the center of the room to draw her attention to him as he sauntered around her hypnotically. “Do you, my lil mouse have a single bad bone in your body..” He spins the chair with her in it as he circled her like a shark in blood infested water, she would sometimes look to his gnarled and scarred arm.

“Answer me.” She snapped his fingers in front of her face, she shuddered and her attention was once again drawn to sapphire blue eyes as she gulped her dry tongue. “Not as much as i would like to admit… no..” She looks down away from him, feeling like a fraud in the face of professionals. “That doesn't change how you see me right?” He halts fully and grabs her shoulder a large hand engulfing her hard musculature.. Her eyes floating back to his face as if magnetically. “Just a bit, not negatively of course, mouse, hell i wasn't born bad.”

His fingers gently entwined in her light locks, letting his fingers thread through her thick hair slowly each wave going through his fingers slowly as he noted the cold shiver when he allowed it to flutter back down to her shoulder.

“I need you to understand: when I send you on this mission you will come back to *me* with a motivation, a purpose, while it may not be like everyone else here, where most of us are natural born psychopaths and dregs of society, failures, monsters... You will be our little eye into the hero society, to throw a wrench in their plans in the worst way… our wildcard.” He promised her a week ago HE will bring out her potential.. Is this truly where it began? A moment of happenstance where her position as a former Pro can benefit her.. She barely registered the fact hes encircling her again.

“So.. what exactly is this idea..” She finally questioned him.

“Getting to that, mouse, getting to that...We have a person in the top 5 who is actually a part of us..A silent partner if you will, You might know him actually from working in your field.” He states bluntly, her eyes widened at the notion.. Top 5… who the hell.

Before she could even ask, she was cut off. “He has no idea you are even here, he has no idea you're even a blossoming little villain… for all he knows you're a scared little hero who went missing for a long time…He doesn't even come to the base if that says anything about him.. He needs to prove his worth before hes able to join us.. As the number 2 pro hero he needs to stay at arms length.. For our sake and the bases sake..”

Hawks.

“Winged hero.. Hawks?” She gawps and goes wide eyed. “The very same..” he sparks up a cigarette and places it betwixt his lips, he dragged her chair to the edge of the bed and sitting down as his knees framed her legs as he spreads his long legs out, he flicks her forehead, in a teasing fashion, making her pout cutely.

“We have our reasons as to WHY he can't come to the base.. Being number 2 hero publicly being that reason and we can't risk everything to bring bird brain here or our goose is cooked, so to speak.” He chuckles and takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing the cloud out of his nose like a dragon.

Dabi leans forward flicking ash on the floor, maintaining eye contact with her as he drops a bombshell on her.

“My plan is to return you to the Heroes.”

He says flatly and it makes her head jolt back, her eyes widening and her heart clamoring to her throat.

“Really?” her voice raises a pitch as she cocks a brow, a cute little nervous gleam in her yellow eyes made him almost lose it laughing. "Yup. I'm going to hand you off to Hawks in 2 days and make it look like you were kidnapped, fucked up that big brain of yours, and on the plus side your little friends will be very excited to see you again i'm sure… the big shots will be asking you questions.. Getting intel from you..”

She looks him over confused. “Isn't that bad though?” “No because you don't know where the hell you are… and.. You have been in the confines of these walls all this week.. Just answer them.. Just don't mention your wanting to become a villain.. Youll look crazy and they will stop questioning you..” He grins knowing exactly what could come from this.. His eyes hungry for the moment she realizes the heroes are nothing but scum of the Earth..

“Are you my mouse?” He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows feigning innocence. “I'm your girl…” He grins widely and takes her hand “Hmph, i knew you were.. Thats my lil mouse…”

The following day came and went, bringing about the evening and Dabi fleshing out his plan to Shigaraki who welcomed it but internally, he fucking loathed it now that hisnew found friend will be missing in action, however if its to get what they desired and to pinpoint locations on where the heroes reside, privately...It was underhanded. Conniving, and mostly her idea.. She knew where to go and how to get there.

After rejecting smokes for about an hour between the villains who sat around and listened to the new recruit eagerly mention how this was her specialty and she wont let any of them down, the mischievous gleam in her eye really captivated Dabi and drew him closer to her.

At some point early in the evening, hard alcohol was busted out and drank at the bar and Shigaraki was piss drunk passed out on his bed, his shoe stuck in the door frame and what looked like his shirt lain on the floor, the only one looking to be untouched from the obscene amount of booze being Compress and Kurogiri..and for the most part Dabi, whether it be high alcohol tolerance or being ‘designated villain wrangler’ they will never admit what it was.

Chiaki was buzzed.. More then buzzed, three sheets to the wind... Never touching alcohol or hard liquor in her life, it felt freeing, except for the fact the entire building was moving around like a ship at sea and she never got her sea legs.. Dabi on the other hand had a much higher alcohol tolerance then her, practically providing the young woman bottle after bottle of Fireball.

The first shot she described as the hottest thing she ever drank, only for Himiko to make some snide comment about something *Else that could be hot that she can drink*, then another about how sweet and warm her blood will run after some liquid courage in her veins, all while twirling her knife between her digits.

Dabi quickly shut her up with a glare and a menacing threat. Soon she killed the entire bottle with Dabi, leaving it forgotten on the bar as she stays clung to his hip, and for the most part his jacket. He didn't mind, he dragged her up the stairs and scooped her up bridal style when she tripped at the second stair, avoiding her googly eyes that lolled back and forth in her head, he kept her head against his chest with ease, his destination his bedroom, to keep her at ease and keep her under his control.

While walking to the bedroom he stepped over 3 passed out versions of Twice, one piled on top of the other and one folded down the staircase upside down; that being the actual Twice..Compress nodded to Dabi. “Still not fully knocked out?” He chuckled and dragged Spinner by the ankles into his room. “She was like me when I got plastered the first time… except she kept her clothes on… and didnt barbeque the bar.. Or fucked the barmaid.” Dabi jokes, making the pie-eyed young woman slur something that sounded like a laugh, it made him smile.

He pushed open the bedroom door only to see the little woman look up at him and giggle in a slur. “Heh.. heheheh! Dah-Dahhbiii..” She reaches up to his face and misses entirely, her arm plapping the side of his warm face, his eye blinks and he raises his brow comically . “May i help you, you shitfaced lil mouse.” He lowers her to the bed, her eyes blinking slowly and her eyes going drowsily going back and forth in the room.

"Why aintchu fucked up.. you drank almost wha I had" she inquires her voice fumbling to make it passed red raw lips. Hereyes trained on Dabis knees as he stood point blank infront of her, her googly eyes focused on the White belt under his white shirt.

"Self control, mouse.. and you kinda lost it after your second shot." She was shrouded in darkness for a split second before her head popped out of a black hoodie hole that smelled like burnt fabric, she moved her arms into the sleeves and noticed it wasn't like the one she came in.

She sniffed it and fell backward to the bed, as Dabi stepped away to disrobe his clothing in a room with an open door. "Mmm.. smells like you.." she murmurs, loud enough for him to hear and make his eyes widen, blood surged through his veins getting a wicked lil idea.. "oh it does?" He calls out leaving that room shirtless and now dressed in sweatpants only. "Y'smell like sulphur and-" she takes another whif staring up at the ceiling. Hugging this oversized hoodie to her, he dimmed the lights with a flick of the switch beside him. Leaving one other light on. "Pork? Like.. musk too" he laughed loudly at this causing her to jump. "Thats burnt flesh. Humans smell like pork when fire is strong enough to cook it." Her eyes narrowed at the statement. "Huh.." was all she could muster from her lips. "Dabi.. yknow how easy it is to make people feel good when your me.. super easy.. my quirk i guess is kinda like wiiiiiiildfire." She mocked his voice and flattened her legs out to the end of the bed; he paid mind to where he sat as he sunk down on the other side of the bed facing away from her as he turned on the tv for a movie.. some white noise wouldn't hurt. "Do ya care if i take this suit off." She mumbles as in her drunken state she fumbles to pry off the body suit from under the sweater. He paid no mind to her thinking she was just mumbling to herself.

Dabi chose a movie and flattened his hair back for a moment with his free hand, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders from side to side. He saw the suit hit the arm of the couch and blunk just realizing what that was. Then another article followed it. Her bra.

Dabi amusedly chuckled and turned back to see the doe eyed drunken young woman sipping from a sake bottle she found in his room, sith her legs concealed beneath the blankets.

He tsked and took it from her hands "dammit.. had to find my stache did you, mouse.." he scolded her and capped it, a scowl when he found it only about 2 shot glasses worth missing from the bottle.

"whaat! I cant have more?" He turns his head to her half expecting her to have food in his bed and only meeting the sweet drunken face of the ex pro, hair all disheveled and some strands of hair in between her pretty pursed lips. This attraction and want was still fresh to him. He assumed it was part of her quirk that made him feel like this, all warm and fuzzy inside.. another weird feeling that made his stomach feel queasy, couldn't say he didnt like it though.

"Would much rather not have someone die from alcohol poisoning again in my bed *again*, please…" he tosses it between his hands and stows it under the bed again. "No more."

He states firmly when he brings his head up she's in the center of the mattress and looking at his skin "take a picture, mouse, it lasts longer." She shuffles closer to him and touches his back making him jolt, his brows furrow, absolutely not expecting not even her to touch him where he couldn't see, his very body getting warmer to the touch, at the very point she's touching.

Almost like in self defence. "D'sit hurt?" Her voice is blunt and almost not even close to a full sentence but he understands drunk speak clearly, he looks at the back of his hands "no. Some spots are more sensitive than others." His voice lowered, almost solemnly, old scars that have long healed on lean dense muscle.

She pulls her hand away when the heat becomes too much, he hears her squeak. "Don't touch open flames.. might get burnt lil mouse.. i get too much in me and I could lose control of my quirk." He laughs and moves back to be with her, as she shuffles back beneath the sheets.

"Don burn me like that puleaase" she pouts and flops into the pillows. "Pfff. Wouldnt imagine wanting to unless you have a thing for that." He winks down at her and pushes bright blonde locks from her face and pulls some strands from her lips.

A wet pink muscle darting out to wet her alcohol dried lips, he watched almost transfixed on the pretty woman in his bed. "Your eyes are prrretty" she draws out the word pretty and a blush creeps across her face, dreamy eyed staring at him. Dabi rolls his eyes and throws an old shirt at the light switch to turn off the light, shrouding them both in semi darkness. "Shuttup." He grumbles, keeping the distance between them reasonable.

"M'serious, when we first met i thought you were really my type, very sweet and charmin’." He humors her and props his head up on his hand, looking into her pretty yellow eyes, only visible by the light from the tv.

"Tsk..Stop butterin me up.. Makin me feel like less of a villain and more of a softy.” He scowls and the light from the tv illuminates her once again, she pulls the blanket further up her body making the sweatshirt hike up her thighs abit out of Dabis sight. “Y’kinda were though hehehhe!” She giggled, Dabi humored her to hopefully shut her up. “Its the rugged handsome look or is it the monster look?" She looks away from his face for a moment. "Would you believe its bofadem." He scowls and his eyes narrow again, a growl in his throat, not satisfied with the answer, he doesn't know if he likes an honest drunk all that much..but her flirty behavior was not going to be left alone not by a longshot. "I's an added bonus too. Also your not too bad lookin shirtless." she reaches out to touch his flesh where his collar bone is burnt, with a breath and an irritated growl he snatches her hand, all her attention then turning to his massive hand that caught her small one.

She looks abit hurt when he rejects her advances to touch him, but calms down thinking she's going too fast.

He sighed and allowed her to look his hand over, unbothered by the fact she's several inches away from him, he analyzed her eyes for any discretion that she could be bullshitting him about his looks.

It's why hes the most antsy and guarded.

She turned his hand over and dragged her fingertips and nails slowly down the lean forearm, his eyes twitch and his hand splayed open at her touch, graceful fingers moving independently in a dance for her eyes only; all the while, surrendering control of his arm unto her to see what she will do. "Y'know..I cant heal.. ol scars.. can only heal fresh ones.. wish i could help ya out with these..." Her voice is tepid and gentle, only for his ears to hear, it wasnt feigning innocence, it was innocent. "I know what you can do mouse-" He makes an attempt to sooth her. “Im multitalented..i only use my talents on the people i like.. And i like you alot..”

Chiaki slides her hand up to press their palms together. A giant hand dwarfing her own by how simply long his fingers were. Callused and hot like the rest of him, he controlled himself enough to not produce too much heat where she will pull away. He truly didn't want that..

He can feel her pulse hammering in her fingers as he gently curled his fingers bending hers backward slightly and looking back down to her. God the way she looked at him drove his mind in circles, not like a monster, a killer or anything negative.. But someone she adored..

Eyes glazed over in bewilderment. "Hmm.." she hums sweetly, like honey upon his ears.. "what?" He asks "yer hands are be yoo tiful.." he puffs hot air out of his nose. "I feel like your perceptions of beauty are skewed from your binge, mouse…" he teases and she laces their fingers together in a sweet gesture that stuns the Villain in his place, her lips found the juncture of the knuckles of his hands and kissed them lazily, the intimacy and sweetness of the moment lost on him.. He slept with plenty of women, used them and kicked them to the curb.. This one was different.. It sparked something in him..and didn't go out. Like a trick candle on a cake.

"Hey, hey.. don't start something mouse.. not in the state you're in.." he grumbles and stares down at her, not making any attempt to stop her.

"Why cantchu let me dote on you.." she pouts keeping the back of his hand to her face. His face grew closer to hers the smell of straight alcohol still lived rent free on her breath, "i want you to be conscious to what you and i do… hear me? Its below me to take advantage of you in a state where you can't remember and run.." his voice is grave and serious, it almost makes her frightened if not for the fact hes holding her hand so tightly.

She nods and shifts her body weight closer to him, he hears her yawn, she releases his hand after another kiss to the scarred flesh. He clears his throat and brings himself over her with just his torso and looks down at her, the covers only covering his back, but from here she can see the extent of the scarification to his neck and chest and just how extensive it was.

“See. don't look comfortable when you're in that position.. you dont want to be shit faced and being taken advantage of..” She shakes her head and opens her glassy eyes. “Not r'lly...” He nods and lays back down beside her, "thought so.." he pokes her cheek and pries his eyes from her.

“Sleep. We're going tomorrow.” He yawns and before he could say another word or even look her in the eye, she was asleep. 100 percent zonked out and asleep. He sighed and smirked warmly, he moved to the center of the bed beside her and touched her leg with the pads of his finger tips.. They gently dragged across the smooth flesh of the outside of her thigh to her knee, he became more brave and repeated the motion with his whole hand, slower.. gently digging his fingers into the meat of her leg for a moment. "What the hell did you do to me, Chiaki.." he mumbles, his hand taking in her warmth and radioactive positivity from her quirk ripple into his hand like electricity.

“Fuck..” He cursed and leaned forward to press a gentle smooch to her forehead..pulling her body close to his, falling asleep with her in his arms.

The morning came and with that.. so did Chiaki's unbelievable hangover, Dabi heard the girl shuffle to the small bathroom he had, he could tell she was crawling, unable to even stand and threw up violently the door to the toilet cracked as she emptied the contents of her stomach. With that he knew his day had just begun as he swung his legs out of bed and stood up, following the sounds of an esophageal exorcism taking place, and laughing at her expense. "Too much booze, hon?" He asked as he held her hair up, collecting pretty long locks in his fists as she got sick, it was almost too sweet for him to do this. He loomed above her.

"Yup… fuck that sucked.. head hurts.." he chuckled and helped her to her feet. “Don't remember a damn thing of what happened last night do ya.” He raised a brow and turned on the sink letting her wash her face off abit. Cold water replenishing the color to her cheeks. “Not a damn thing...wanna remind me please?” She asked gargling water from a bottle he handed her and spitting some out in the sink to clear her breath abit. “Well if you havent noticed you kinda took off your pants and uh.. Your bra is on my couch.” He tugged the sweat shirt that almost showed off her perky asscheeks to him.

Her hands darting to the end of the sweat shirt and her eyes going wide. “Did we-” She asks red in the face, her eyes darting to him in the mirror. “Nooo.. I said it last night, its below me to take advantage of someone like you.” She sighed and nodded her head turning back to him. “Thanks…” Dabi rolls his eyes and turns on his heels quickly.

"No gettin soft on me today, alright mouse? Cmon get dressed. We got things to do today.." he ordered, his tone changing quickly.

The rain was pouring. Just as hard as she met Dabi, thunder roared over head as he summarized the plan over with her, provided her with an implant in her ear to record everything, down to the whereabouts and specific names and places.. Fool proof was an understatement, with her status it was the perfect storm.

“How long will I be gone from you all..” She asked as he bound her wrists to her back tightly, making sure to make it look uncomfortable, as much as it pained him to see her wince in pain. “As long as we get the information we need.. And we'll come get you, mouse, why.. Sounding a bit nervous.” He asks leaning over her shoulder, guiding her into a cellar and securing a blindfold over her eyes, allowing Dabi to guide her wherever the hell he needs her to go.

“Kinda. I know this is precautionary but is this necessary?” She asked, hearing a loud wrought iron gate opening and then followed by a vault door, entering a sewer system with water running down the center of the drainage system.

“If they break you and get where we're at, there's no coming back, mouse. I should be asking you how the heroes interrogate their capture shouldn't i..” He jokes and holds her arms making sure shes walking forward, every so often his hand touches her back, keeping her warm using his quirk effectively in the cold, she moved closer to his side and found his arm hooked over her shoulder, his face still emotionless.

After about what felt like 15 minutes of silent walking they found themselves at a busted out hole in the wall, big enough for bodys to worm their way through.

“Easy does it..” he mutters, pushing her through the hole to the outside world.

The only thing indicating to her it's the outside world is the telltale sound of wind whipping around followed by fresh rain on her face. “Cmere, we're here..” SHe followed the sound of his voice and allowed him to guide her into a building. The creaks and moans of the old establishment made her wary and nervous, He stopped her directly inside of an old gas tank, hollowed out from neglect and time passed. “Can I take this off now.” She whispered so her voice wouldn't carry. “Hmhm.. of course.” he undid her blindfold and was greeted with his face again. “Happy to see me?” She shrugged. “Perhaps.. When is he coming..” She asked as he looked to the old burner phone he kept on hand. “10 minutes.. I always show up early, hes more than punctual.. It's borderline annoying.``

He states stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well when you're called the fastest hero you kinda have to live up to those expectations.” He rolls his eyes and waits patiently.

“Gonna miss me?” He scoffs and replies deadpan at first. “Like the flu, nah im joking.. I will. Your company changed the group significantly. Quirk or not your...different.” He winks at her, she shuffles to him to rest her head on his chest, making it a mock hug, he puts his palm on her head and ruffles her pretty dark brown tresses up top.. “Heh.. god your always affectionate huh.. First you get me to appreciate you then you get Twice, Compress, Fuck even Spinner.. Shigaraki was a bit of a shock to the system.. Thus why we got all fucked up that night.”

He laughed enough to where she saw the staples separate from his mouth for a moment. “Anyway.. In a couple of days… I'll give you your burner back.. And we can chat if ya miss me that much..heh, might even go ‘shopping’ like i promised ya, getcha somethin nice to wear when you get back.” He half pulls the burner phone she used earlier a week ago from his pocket.

There's a gust of wind and feet tamping on the metal beams above their heads. Dabi raises his finger to his lips and leaves the confines of the empty tankard and looks right up at the hero.. The two exchanging a look before hawks can swoop on down, the longest feather in hand and eyes narrowed.

“Took ya long enough.” Dabi spoke up his hands leaving his pockets. “It's been hell the past week and a half, I don't want to hear it.. You have been avoiding my calls and everything. What gives.” Hawks questions annoyance and exhaustion plaguing his speech. “I don't have a clue what this problem would be, but in regards to your calls, let's just say we've been busy.. Couldn't really speak amicably with the rest of the League up my ass.” He chuckled much to the hero's chagrin, the tired look on his face said it all.

It was perfect. “If you must know.. Since that one little dust up in the business district with that Nomu and you.. We haven't seen Witch..” Dabi rocks back on his heels upon the mention of the ex-pro.

“Ah… Witch.. That pretty lil piece of work.” He chuckled sinisterly, as the feather rose to his neck,an intense scowl splashed across the pros face, Dabi outturned his hand, threateningly. “Ah ah, Hostile already?” Hawks eyes narrowed, like he was at his wits end with people as of late. “Shes been gone since then.. My allegiance with you and the league still stands but the fact shes gone without a fuckin trace since she last saw you makes no sense, where the hell does a PRO go without a trace and all signs lead back to.” Dabi interjected, raising his brow and tilting his head back psychotically. “Back to us huh? Awfully presumptuous of you heroes..”

Dabi let his head drop forward and he raised his brow and cocked his head, confused on why the normally level headed hero would be so high strung. He ‘poked the bear’ and asked. “You mentored her, I assume? Were you two love birds.” Hawks scowled. “No. she was my partner for a bit if you must know so the workload wasnt as hectic as it has been lately. But now with crime rate so high the damn commission wont get off MY ass.”

Dabi boredly pushes the feather blade away. “Tsk.. seems were in the same boat… but in regards to your lady friend i may know something” He turned on his heel and grabbed her from the tank, exchanging one last look between them before Dabi turned her out to see Hawks. The pro took a step back and his face went white, like he saw a ghost.

He went wide eyed, . “Holy shit, kid.”

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Authors note: Ive decided unanimously im making a fucking series and im gonna have fun with it. Enjoy Chiaki shes my gal uwu

#dabi #league of villains #dabi x oc #shigaraki x oc #toga x oc #twice #spinner #mha fic #im fucking VIBING #it was supposed to be a fucking drabble #but i decided to make it a series k.

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thelovecore · 5 years ago

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Remember the scene between mileven in 3x6 where after her and Billy have that moment when she’s in the void and she screams and collapses into mikes arms? I loved that scene so maybe you could write something like that but with the reader and Steve. Maybe the reader could be like Eleven and she went into the void to find Billy and she witnessed something like Steve getting hurt by the mind flayer or something and when she comes out she’s scared that it was real but he is there to comfort her

Okay, first of all, I LOVE this idea. this was a blast for me to write. thank you for the idea! Second, I hope you like it. It’s a tad bit long, but I wanted to build some back story before I jumped into it.Thank you again for this!!

-Always- Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x reader

Masterlist

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I had no idea there were others like me. Others that had gotten away from that insane lab. I had been cast aside at a young age from their tortuous program, my powers deemed too weak for their needs. I tried to grow up normally, getting adopted by a sweet older couple in Hawkins, going to school, trying to have friends, but it just got harder as I got older.

So when I found out that there was someone else like me, that could move things, and see things in their mind, that had some sort of connection with that messy lab program and with the other world, I got intrigued. When we finally made a connection, it was through Johnathan Byers, who was one of my few friends in school. I had gone to his house to fight the monsters. I wanted to help, but I had hidden my powers away from the real world for so long, practicing them at home, alone, I was afraid they would look at me weird. I was afraid they wouldn’t see me as the normal person I craved to be. I spent so much of my life trying to study and be scholastic so I would look normal. I made myself love art, and books, and the outdoors. I was kept in the lab for five years, and I never felt grass under my feet. I didn’t want to lose that feeling again by exposing myself.

So when I was at Johnathan’s house with Nancy Wheeler and a completely oblivious Steve Harrington, I was going to downplay my abilities and try to help in a normal way. Steve and Nancy knew of me, but didn’t know much about me. They were part of that popular crowd in school. Something I had always wanted, but could never achieve.

I held up a crowbar as we waited for the monster to appear. Johnathan and Nancy were ready, and Steve was practically vibrating with confusion and fear. When the monster appeared, we tried to fight as best we could. At one point, it had gotten dangerously close to Steve, and I had to step in. I took a deep breath, held my hand out, and made a motion like I was throwing the creature across the room and it went flying. I felt blood trickle out of my nose as I held the monster in place while Johnathan threw the lighter at it.

After the monster was gone, Johnathan, Nancy, and Steve all just stared at me. I wiped the blood from my face and stared at my feet.

“I guess I have some explaining to do, huh?” I mumbled. Johnathan put his hand on my arm and gently smiled at me.

“I have someone for you to meet.” He said.

So fast forward a few years, and I had become very close with the people I had met during our fight against what they called the “Upside Down”. Johnathan and Nancy were dating now, and I had gotten a lot closer with Steve, who worked at the newly built Starcourt mall scooping ice cream with a really nice girl named Robin. El and I had basically become sisters, and I had gained the trust of Chief Hopper enough that I could take El places, and long as we were discreet, since I understood the importance of hiding what we could really do. So one day, I decided to take her to the mall to visit Steve and just feel normal. We picked up Max and headed towards the mall.

“Do you like Steve?” El asked blatantly. I felt my cheeks get red and I kept my eyes on the road and my jaw dropped. Max giggled from the backseat.

“I uh…I mean, we’re friends. He’s been very nice to me since finding out about us. He seems like a good guy.” I stumbled through the words.

“But do you like him?” Max chimed in, leaning on the back of my seat.

“Uh…Oh, I don’t know…maybe.” I said. “He is pretty cute.”

The girls laughed as we found a parking spot. We walked in to the mall and they wanted to get ice cream right away. I walked with them, afraid of what they’d say to Steve once we got there.

And boy, I should have been afraid.

“Ahoy there! Oh, hey girls, what’s up?” Steve said, looking from El to Max and finally to me. The girls looked at each other, and then also looked at me, and I shot them a glance.

“Just brought the kiddos for some ice cream.” I said, putting my hand on Max’s shoulder and squeezing it subtly.

“Can I have vanilla with whipped cream and sprinkles?” El asked, her eyes wide looking at Steve. He started scooping and Max looked over her shoulder at me.

“Just tell him.” She whispered. I shook my head.

“No way.” I mumbled.

“If you don’t I will.” She said. I went red in the face, willing to call her bluff.

“What do you want, Max?” Steve asked, handing El her cone.

“I want you to go on a date with Y/n.” She said. My face froze, as did Steve’s. We awkwardly locked eyes and then looked at the floor. Max spun around to face me.

“Told you I’d do it.” She turned back to Steve. “But also can I have a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of banana with fudge?”

Steve bashfully scooped the ice cream.

“C’mon El, let’s sit at a table.” Max said, eyeing me up and steering El away from the counter.

“What..uh…what can I get you?” Steve asked, trying to force a smile at me. I awkwardly shuffled and shoved my hands in my pockets.

“I’m sorry about Max. We were just talking about something on the way over here and she took it the wrong way.” I said. Steve’s eyes dropped and then flashed back up at me.

“Let me get you my favorite.” Steve said, ignoring my awkwardness. I smiled as he scooped ice cream, turned his back and fiddled with putting a napkin around the cone. I handed him money and sat with the girls.

“So?” Max asked, looking at me with big sparkling eyes. “When’s the date?”

“We didn’t talk about that.” I said, taking the napkin off my cone and sitting it on the table.

“Why not?” Max said.

“We can only do so much for you.” El said.

“Also, if you’re not going on a date, what’s that?” Max said, pointing to the napkin I took off my cone. There was some writing on it in pen.

Tomorrow. 6:00. Griddle Flip’s Diner?

I blushed hard and glanced over at Steve, who was wiping off the counter and we made eye contact. He smiled, I smiled back, and in that moment, I tuned out Max and El’s kissy noises and Oooo’s they were making. It was just me and Steve in that ice cream shop.

Our first date was amazing. For me, I had never been on a date, and it was everything I’d dreamed and seen in movies. Steve and I went to an all night breakfast diner and ordered big stacks of pancakes and waffles. We told stories, learned about each other, and just laughed all night. I’d never laughed like Steve made me laugh. There was a customer at the table near us being incredibly mean to the waitress, and I used my powers to flip his obvious toupee off of his shiny bald head as Steve and I were walking out. Steve could barely contain his laughter as we opened the door to his car and he just lost it when we got in. I laughed with him. He drove me back to my house and parked in the driveway.

“This…this was incredible.” I said. “Thank you for listening to Max, Steve.”

“Of course. It’s…it’s been a long time coming. Max really did me a favor by just doing it.” He said. I looked into his big brown shiny eyes and smiled. They were like pools of melted chocolate and I was mesmerized by them. He leaned over, and I nervously leaned into him, knowing what was next. It was our first beautiful, gentle, electric kiss.

“Wow.” I whispered when we pulled away.

When Billy Hargrove had started acting weird, we had all taken interest. When Will confirmed that the mindflayer was back, I vowed to do anything to protect these kids, and Steve. Especially Steve.

“I…I can’t find him.” El said, her nose bleeding. “Wait…there he is…” She went silent, blindfold over her eyes. Mike waited patiently next to her, waiting for any news but also to be there for her when she came out of it.

“I…I lost him.” She said, pulling the blindfold up. Mike handed her a warm washcloth for her nose.

“Let me try.” I said, taking the blindfold from her. She leaned into Mike as he held her up, offering her a glass of water.

Right before I put the blindfold on, Steve gently rubbed my back and whispered “be careful”. I nodded and covered my eyes, drowning out the noise around me.

I stood in complete darkness, only able to look down at myself. I squinted into the pitch black before I could make out a moving shape.

It was Billy. Just Billy, no mindflayer. He was standing…somewhere. I moved towards him, gently shuffling my feet to try and not let him know I was watching. There was something off about this. As I got closer, I could see the outline of the mall in the background. Billy was facing the mall, hands on his hips, just staring at it. I got up to right behind him and started to reach out to him. He stepped forward, never looking back at me, and went into the mall. I followed him, and when I entered the mall, it was brightly lit but empty. Billy stood in the middle of the atrium of the mall, just looking around. I slowly walked towards him, still looking all around me.

Billy started laughing, looking over and making eye contact with me. I wouldn’t let my eyes leave him. I heard voices in the distance that sounded like Steve and Dustin, but I ignored them, keeping my eyes on Billy. That’s when I heard the thunderous steps of him. The mind flayer. He stomped through one of the stores, ripping everything down in his path. He walked up behind Billy, and then past Billy towards me. I stood my ground, but still was a little afraid. The mind flayer walked right up to me, putting two of his limbs on either side of me and lowering his face to my level. I held my breath as he opened his jaws and started to advance towards me.

“Hey! Asshole!” I heard. I looked over to see Steve, in his Scoops uniform, with the kids, throwing things at the mind flayer. The mind flayer spun around quickly, knocking things over and screaming his horrible noises. He raised a limb and bashed Steve in the side, knocking him about twenty feet away.

“NO!” I screamed, but it felt like a whisper. The mind flayer advanced on Steve’s unconscious body, and extending an appendage at him, started tearing into his abdomen. I screamed out and fell to my knees, watching blood pool under Steve’s body as the mind flayer turned back to me, and then I felt myself falling…falling…until it went black and I screamed, ripping the blindfold off my eyes. I panted hard, feeling blood covering the lower half of my face, in true panic. I spun around, looking for Steve.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, calm down.” Steve said, putting his arms around me. I felt his stomach, and breathed again when he was in one piece.

“The mall…he’s at the mall…something with Billy and the mall….” I breathed. “I saw him…Steve…I saw him….He just ripped you apart….I can’t….I don’t want to think of it…” I sobbed into Steve’s chest as he gripped me closely. I felt El’s hand on my shoulder. I shook uncontrollably. The image of Steve’s body…I couldn’t get it out of my head.

“I’m here. I’m okay. Look, see?” Steve said, making me look up at him. I calmed my breathing eventually and Mike and Steve let El and I lay down in El’s room. I was afraid to close my eyes, so I just stared at the ceiling. Eventually there was a soft knock and I saw Steve come in the room.

“How are you holding up?” He whispered. I sat up and held my arms out, wanting him to just hold me.

“Steve…I think I love you. Like, a lot.” I said as he put his arms around me and we sat on the floor.

“I think I love you too. Seeing you scared like that…I hated it.” He said, rubbing my back and arm. I leaned into him. “I want nothing more than to protect you from that thing.”

“Just…always be with me…” I whispered.

“I promise…I’ll always be with you.” He said, kissing the side of my head. “Always.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harringon fluff #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic

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bapyess1r · 4 years ago

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Amphetamine

WARNINGS: drunken behavior, cursing, age difference, use of substance, slightly heated

CHAPTER 4

Talia’s POV

I left the house very excited to see my best friend. I had so much to tell her, so much to show her, and so little time to do it. I drove myself to the airport almost ready to hope out of my seat. These were the feelings my therapist once told me to savor. I took a deep breath and let the good feeling warm throughout my chest, gripping my steering wheel as I turned into the pickup lane. I parked the car, not bothering to turn the car off and climbed my car to sit on the roof, hoping to spot my tiny friend better. And in a matter of minutes, there she was carrying her bright purple suitcase, a jacket in her arms. She spotted me and screamed her head off, scuttling toward me with her arms wide open. I hopped off the car and ran to squeeze her tightly. Suddenly, I felt whole again. “Oh fraaaand! I missed you!” She squealed, brushing her long black hair off of her face. “I can’t believe it’s only been a month!”

“I know! Time flies. How’re the boys?” I asked, grabbing her suitcase and putting it in the backseat. Tulio and Jay were two other friends I was very close with in New York. The four of us were inseparable in school. There was never a bad moment with them.

“Tulio is currently a barista and freelancing. Jay is a voice actor now. He’s working on a kids show that's coming out soon.” She informed me as she got in the car, buckling her seatbelt. “Is the ABC still open? I wanna get us a bottle of something good!” She cheesed, nodding her head suggestively. It wasn’t too late so we had time to stop by.

While I drove, I noticed the sky growing darker and dark as Anna told me all about what was going on back home. She didn’t miss a single detail. And our behavior around each other didn’t change. Still horrible, still encouraging each other’s bad behavior, still laughing at dumb people doing dumb shit. We stopped by her hotel to put her suitcase and things in her room. “So what am I walkin’ into with this whole block party deal?” She asked me as we walked the hallway and waited for the elevator's arrival. I don’t know why but my stomach flipped and my mind immediately went to Sam. I blushed and covered my face, laughing away my nerves. Her eyes widened as she playfully and repeatedly hit my arm. She knew me all too well. “Biiiiiitch! Who is he?!” I took a deep breath and waited to board the elevator before answering.

“His name is Sam.”

“Oh, Sam…” she called dramatically clutching her chest, making me laugh. I pushed her off me and hid my face again.

“DILF vibes.” I groaned.

“Oooo an older gentleman! Okaaay! Okay sis!” She hyped me up to the best of her abilities. As the short elevator ride came to an end, I began fidgeting around for my cigarettes as we walked toward the parking lot. “Does he know you like him?” She pried.

“I fear he has an inkling…” I answered scrunching my face. I hadn’t even admitted to myself that I was into and now I was saying it out loud.

“Then make it a big splotch of ink, bitch! Tell him! Let it be known!” She said enthusiastically, throwing her arms all over the place. I laughed as I attempted to light my cigarette.

“He plays in the band I told you about…”

“Is he the guy that wasn’t there when you started playing with them?” I nodded.

“He plays guitar and he sings and even though haven’t heard it my god am I ready to but I’m so NERVOUS.” I blurted out before taking a long drag. “Fuck I need a drink…” That’s when she boldly grabbed my breast.

“Shit, bitch, I forgot the champagne!” She said and I cackled. “I’ll be right back!” She ran off performing her signature grandma speed walk.

“Alright. I’ll be here.” I said unlocking the car doors, sitting sideways in the driver’s seat. I looked up at the stars beginning to come through the now black sky. I huffed wondering what I was gonna do about Sam. There was no way my Godfather would let that slide. Not that it mattered to me. I was a grown woman. I did as I pleased. That’s when I felt the buzz in my back pocket. It was Marcel.

Marcel: Where are you? We’re about to start playing and Sam is looking like a nervous puppy

I felt a smile crack on my face as I read the last line. I couldn’t imagine Sam acting like everything wasn’t cool. He seemed so put together to me. I texted back, letting my cigarette hang from my lips.

Me: Im on my way!! I’ll be there soon. Good luck !

If anything, it was good that we’d show up late. Sam could sing without being worried about my opinion and I’d see him full force when I get there. “He’ll be alright.” I said aloud to myself as Anna returned, drinking said bottle already. She pouted as she looked at my face and held the bottle out to me.

“Take a sip. We’ll finish it before we go watch the band. That way you won’t be so nervous to see him! Also you’re gonna have to point him out to me. I’m ready to see this man.” She said, rounding the car to hop into her seat. I looked at the bottle and took a big but quick sip before turning into my seat correctly and giving her the bottle back. I slammed the car door and off we went to the block party.

By the time we arrived into the neighborhood, people were out dancing already, their children playing in the nearby park. I noticed the block was full of cars so I just pulled behind one and parked with a large sigh. I could hear the band playing already and I instantly became anxious. Anxious to see Sam, to hear him sing, to watch him play, to just be in his vicinity. I let out a loud frustrating grunt and my friend gave me the biggest smile. “Oh my god you really are nervous! Here! Drink bitch.” She told me, passing the bottle and almost dropping it. She was definitely tipsy. I giggled and actually relaxed enough to start drinking. “Is there anything else to drinky drink at this shindig?”

“The band bought plenty.” I said before taking a long sip. The beverage warmed my chest up so much I took off my tye dye shirt and tossed it in the back. I was just gonna go with the bralette from the combination of alcohol and Florida heat. I shook every part of my body with a random sound to release the tension that had been building, fluffing my hair as I did.

“That’s right, bitch. I see you. Get cute, sis.” She said aggressively sipping the champagne.

“Let’s do this…” I said, opening the door and slamming it shut.

Anna leaned over the car to pass me the bottle again and grabbed my hand, beginning to dance her way to the block party with a bright smile. Now that I was out of the car, I could hear the music more clearly. And even more so, closer we got to the party. Sam’s voice coming through strong and powerful as they performed Whisper to a Scream by the Icicle Works, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to move my feet to the music but I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him, it was over for me. The street became lined with tiki lights and string lights in the shape of pineapples. Somehow, the smell of wood for the bonfire being burned already comforted me. When we reached the end of the street where the band was, my breath was taken away. He stood front and center, clad in a tight white v neck, black shirt rolled to expose his strong forearms, veins bulging out from playing, and the best fitting jeans paired with his usual dirty boots. His hair was falling out of place from performing passionately, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. Instinctively, I reached out for Anna and took an extended sip of champagne as I watched him. She looked at me with wide eyes and laughed. “Woo bitch…” I sighed, nearly shaking from how good he looked. “The one singing…”

“Sam?!” She exclaimed, running deeper into the crowd of drunk people dancing to get a better look, forgetting to let go of me. She dragged me right in front of him. And at the right moment he looked up and locked eyes with me. And almost like on the spot he began singing to me. I swallowed hard as he sent me a brief smile and wink. I could see his shoulders visibly dropping and loosening up. He was relaxing. Which was more than I could say for myself. “That’s Sam? He’s hot! Hell yes. You needed to fuck him like… yesterday.”

“Bitch I met him yesterday!”

“Your point?” She said putting a hand on her hip with a sassy expression.

“I mean… because he’s older I’m sure he’s more old school about that stuff.”

“I never try to understand what goes on in a man's head but that man wants to fuck. And real bad.” She said, reassuring me also tipping the bottle near my mouth upwards to make me drink. During the break in the song, Sam noticed the situation and smirked a bit trying to control his laughter onstage.

Throughout the night, Anna and I managed to find more booze. Boy….the trouble. We were now, drunk off our asses, shaking our hips and bobbing our heads to the music. Between songs, Sam would sip on a glass or three of scotch, watching me with intent and a hint of lust. The sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. My friend would bring me back to earth sometimes when I was on another planet lost in this man’s performance. When his song was over, everyone clapped and he took his swig of scotch again. He waved everyone’s applause down enough for him to speak. “So… some of you know that we have recently acquired some new vocals for the band.” He began. I knew where this was going and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. Anna looked at me and snatched my beer out of my hands, pushing me forward. “My uh…. my guilty conscience is kickin in and I have to say it wouldn’t be fair if she didn’t get to sing a little something tonight. Would you guys be down for that?” And the neighbors cheered.

‘Well shit…’ I thought.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our new vocalist Talia Aaron, everybody.” He said easing off the mic and clapping. The band hollered and encouraged the situation. With all the strength I had, I tried my best not to fall or trip over the wiring as I approached the stage. The band leaned in listening for my split second song selection. “Nice of you to join us.” He smirked before leaning in and whispering in my ear. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” I was absolutely shaking as I tried to think of a song. Not from stage fright but literally just smelling the cologne Sam wore. I had not a clue what to sing until Marcel caught my attention. He threw me that bright smile and winked. I knew exactly what he wanted me to sing. I nodded.

“Black Velvet…”

“Great choice.” Sam winked and it shot right through my heart.

“Here’s to hoping I don’t fuck this up!” I said stealing Sam’s glass and finishing it for him in one gulp. He blinked in surprise and laughed to himself.

“You got this Tali!!!!” I saw Anna yell and my neighbors all cheered. I smirked, adjusting the stand and bringing the mic to my lips with a nervous smile. With a nod of the head, Sam kicked us off with that classic riff and Marcel’s bass line sat right where it needed in me.

“Ok y’all. I hope you don’t mind if I just…. Feel this liquor for a minute…” I said softly as the opening of the song played, tapping my foot and rolling my body to the beat.

“Take yo time girl!” My friend cheered as I played with my hair, feeling my oats and finding that comfort zone. That’s when I began to sing. The moment I opened my mouth, I could see Sam staring at me in my peripheral. I was shaking my hips slowly to the music, letting my body sing the song as well, easing into every word and belting out every note; the raspiness in my voice adding a soulful tone to each verse. I stroked the stand, somewhat using it as a pole. And the entire time, his eyes never left my body. It was a very sensual performance even though I didn’t mean it to be. That was the liquor talking. The neighbors cheered and the band performed two more songs after me before joining the block party themselves.

After receiving praise from the drunk older women (all of which were definitely trying to get into bed with him), Sam locked eyes with me as he grabbed a beer from the cooler and nodded towards our designated smoking spot. I grabbed Anna by the wrist and brought her forehead to mine. “He’s calling me over, what do I do?!” I panicked and she repeatedly hit my arms, squealing as she turned me around.

“Go get your man, bitch! Go! Go, go!” She said, suddenly catching Marcel’s eyes. He winked at her and she gave me a mischievous smile. “I think I found a boo, too….” she said, waving at him as I grinned, heading towards the cooler to grab a beer myself and following Sam’s trail.

The docks were dark and the street lamp nearby hadn’t turned on yet. All I could see was his tall figure in the moonlight, smoke dancing in the air around him. Nervously, I pulled out my source of nicotine and walked over to him, my heeled boots making a sound that stood out from the sounds of nature. He turned to look at me as I eased up next to his large frame.

“You didn’t play any Billy Idol!” I said poking him in his strong chest. He rubbed the spot with a laugh.

“Actually I did. You were late.” He said with a lopsided smirk.

“I wouldn’t have been drunk enough anyway. Right now though?! I’m extra toasted.” I chuckled trying everything in me to not be that drunk girl randomly kisses someone. But boy was he making it hard for me.

“Oh yeah? Started early, I see. I’m getting there. But just a warning:” he leaned down to my level, our noses almost touching. “You might be in trouble.” He took a drag of his cigarette and a sip of his beer, returning his gaze to the moonlit waters. ‘Fuck…’ I thought, biting my lip. “What did you think of the show?” He asked me.

“You were amazing!” I blurted almost immediately, taking a sip of beer and pulling on my own cigarette to hide my eagerness but I don’t think it worked. He smiled to himself and I stood in silence for a moment. “How’d I do?” I was almost afraid to ask.

“It was uh… very sexy… if I may say so myself.” He said, his eyes never leaving the water. “I love your voice. Marcel made the right call adding you.”

With that, we continued to talk about upcoming rehearsals and how it would work with my job. He understood that as he had to take off often for his job. We somehow ended up not leaving each other’s side all night and getting drunk together with the band and my best friend. We danced and played field games, ate food. You know, wholesome shit. As the block party came to a close, we still didn’t wanna end the night. So we moved the party to Sam’s, just us. Anna was in a corner with Marcel as he flirted with her, showing her how to play bass. She shot me a fangirl smile and I grinned at her from across the room, sitting on the kitchen counter as Sam leaned on the other opposite of me. We had all gone from drinking beer to drinking whiskey and this cup was sending me over the edge. I felt loose and not as uptight as normal. I crossed my legs and rested myself on the bar behind me, looking into his hazel eyes as he spoke to me about his adventures with his brother and family. I couldn’t believe he really went to all of these places and almost died every time. It sounded so exhilarating. And for a moment, he grew silent, his eyes running up and down my figure as I sipped on my Jim Beam and soda. “What?” I asked nervously, writhing under his strong gaze. He walked over and uncrossed my legs so that he could stand between them. He stared into my eyes as he moved a strand of hair from my face.

“You look so good…” he mewed, his forehead resting on mine now as he cupped my face with a large, calloused hand. I leaned into as his thumb ran across my lower lip. “God, I could kiss you right now…”

“Why don’t you?” I responded almost instantly, caught up in the tension of what was happening between us.

“Don’t tempt me, little girl.” He said, pulling me closer by the back of my leg, gripping it for dear life. I took a long sip of my drink, letting the ice sit on my lips for a while before wrapping my arms around his neck and grazing them over his own. The coldness against his warm lips made him shudder as my free hand played in his hair. I let my tongue dart across his lips, sending him over the edge enough to wrap his arms firmly around my waist, pressing his lips to mine. He moved slowly against me, both of us heavy breathing over each other. My fingers graced the tattoo on his neck and he took a deep breath, deepening the kiss. He moved his lips to my jawline, then to my ear. I giggled flirtatiously as I his lips travelled to my chest and back up again to the other side. I could feel him smile against my neck as he paid extra attention there, his hands roaming my thighs, hips, and back. As I bit his lip, he laughed nervously and pulled away. I was taken aback.

“Did I do something?” I asked, suddenly panicking. He placed a hand on my cheek and gently stroked my skin.

“God, no! That was… incredible. I just… I don’t wanna hurt you…” He said in a whispery tone as a slow tune played in the background. “And it’s so soon. I wanna make sure this is what you want first.” He was very considerate of me. I took a deep breath and nodded. He was right. We had only just met 24 hours ago and here we were making out like we’d known each other forever.

“We’ll work on it.” I said biting my lip. He gave a low frustrated growl before kissing me once more.

“Man, I like kissing you though…” he chuckled before kissing me again.

Eventually, the night did have to come to an end. I had taken off my heels and leaned on my friend to walk home, Sam trailing us to make sure nothing happened to either of us. As we made it to the front door, I unlocked it and sent my friend to my room. There was no way I was driving tonight. I turned to look at Sam in the doorway as my friend crawled the stairs. “Drink some water and eat something before bed. That way you won’t wake up with a hangover.”

“This isn’t my first drunk night, Mr. Drake.” I said rather loudly. It was like I had cotton stuck in my ears, everything was so quiet now. He chuckled at my current drunken state and leaned against the wall. He bent his head down, grabbing my waist with a single hand and guided me to kiss him for a final time tonight. It was sweet and passionate.

“Goodnight, princess.” He said lowly, kissing my cheek before walking across the street to his own home. I smirked as I drunkenly stared at his ass in those jeans, nodding in satisfaction as I turned to close the door and join my friend for the night.

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xshadowmonx · 6 years ago

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I saw this and I thought it be fun to start getting my Tumblr up and running ahha

1. What’s your name?

“My Name is Akano Mamoru and don’t you forget it haha!”

2. Do you know why you were named that?

*Akano pauses and starts thinking for a moment*

“To be honest, I have no idea why my creator would call me that name... Hey! Creator dude! Why did you give me this name?!”

*No response*

“I guess he doesn’t know either....”

3. Single or Taken? If you are taken, who is it and can they join us in our questionnaire?

“Oh yeah I’m taken, sorry ladies, but this guy is dating the best girl in this world and her name is-“

*Nejire jumps in* “JOHN CENA!”

*John Cena theme plays in the background*

Akano: “Isn’t she the best?❤️

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Akano: “Oh hell yeah! My quirk is called retaliation! Any damage I take helps boost me up in strength. However, the a percentage of damage I could take makes my eye color change as well.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue!

Akano: “Who the hell is Mary Sue?”

Nejire: “No babe. A Mary Sue means seemingly perfect fictional character that can usually perform better at tasks than should be possible given the amount of training or experience, and usually are able through some means to upstage the main protagonist of an established fictional setting, such as by saving the hero.”

Akano: “Did you pull that off of Wikipedia?”

Nejire: “Yup!” *Smiles happily*

Akano: “You are so cute, and to answer that, well it ain’t my fault I’m the best and perfect character you’ll ever meet.”

Nejire: “Says the one who still doesn’t know how to do laundry and clean the dishes.”

Akano: “But it’s so boooooooring ughh.”

6. What’s your eye color?

Akano: “My eyes are brown, but like I mentioned before they can change depending on the amount of damage I take.”

7. How about hair color?

Akano: “Red! Like my power and bloodthirsty rage for victory!”

Nejire: “Hehe more like a hot headed child at times.”

Akano: “Hey! I’m not a child.” *crosses his arms and pouts*

8. Have any family members?

Akano: “Well... I have my Mom. Oh I have my Uncle Aizawa, but he isn’t really my uncle though. It’s a long complicated story.”

*Mirio in the back* “Hey! Don’t forget us bro!”

Akano: “Oh yeah! Nejire, Mirio, and Tamaki are like family to me, and I’ll defend them with my life.”

9. Oh how about pets?

Akano: “Well... no not really haha, least that I know of. I think we have a cat, but I know my creator has a dog.”

Nejire: “Ooooo! I wanna see it!”

Akano: “I’ll show you later, it’s super cute!”

10. That’s cool I guess, Now tell me something you don’t like.

Akano: “I don’t like waffles.”

Nejire: *coughs* “Liar.” *coughs*

Akano: “Ok fine. I honestly hate drama and I hate manipulative people. Oh I also hate losing.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Akano: “I love training, fighting, and writing. I love watching Anime and reading as well, but the number one thing I love doing the most is cooking pancakes!”

Nejire: “I love Akano’s Pancakes! They are so good!”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Akano: “Of course! I kick people’s ass all the time!”

Nejire: “Yeah... after they beat you up.”

Akano: “Well... you aren’t wrong.”

13. Ever... killed anyone?

*Both stayed quiet and confused*

Both: “Thank you, Next!”

*Both look at each other*

Both: “Ayyyyy!” *High fives each other*

14. What kind of animal are you?

Akano: “I am a bear! I’m hella grizzly and strong!”

Nejire: “And He is so fluffy and soft to cuddle with hehe.”

*Akano blushes intensely and looks away for a moment*

15. Name your worst weakness

Akano: “Well... my worst weakness is my own quirk’s drawback. You see after taking so much damage I store up a lot of energy from them. However, after that energy runs out, I take all the pain I got and it’s either double, tripled, or hell even quadrupled in pain. Which means I could end up immobilized for a while or I’ll be passed out if I use up to much. There is another factor to it all. Depending on how long I use the power, whether it’s 2 minutes or 1 hour, it will be the indication of how intense the pain will be, so if it’s 2 minutes, the pain is spiked up to the max and will last all 2 minutes, but if an hour then the pain ain’t as bad as the 2 minutes. You feel me?”

*Nejire eyes widen with amazement*

16. Do you look up to anyone?

Akano: “Normally I’d say All Might like many others, but there was this hero my Mom would tell me about. Her name is Nana Shimura, and there was this one quote she would say... ‘In this world, the ones who are smiling are the strongest.’ I don’t know where she heard that, but man... that quote was forever embedded in my mind and became my motivation to keep smiling even through the worst of situations.” *Showing off a big smile*

*Nejire shows of a big smile too with delight*

17. Are you Straight, Gay, or Bi?

*Akano and Nejire look at each other and then back at the guy*

Akano: “I’m gay for Mirio and Tamaki.”

*Mirio in the back* “Hell Yeah!”

Akano: “But in all seriousness, I’m straight.”

Nejire: “Hi Straight! I’m dad!” *Starts giggling*

Akano: “Babe... really? Dad jokes? THAT’S MY THING!”

18. Do you go to school?

Akano: “Yup! Third year at U.A high with Her and my two other friends.” *points to Tamaki and Mirio*

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

*Akano blushes and looks at Nejire as she takes his hand, smiling at him*

Akano: “One day.”

*Mirio in the back* “Awwwwwwww! I ship these two so hard!”

*Akano and Nejire blush and start laughing*

20. Do you have Fanboys/Fangirls?

Akano: “You know, I would never imagine me of all people to have fans at all. Frankly, I don’t even see them as fans. I see them as friends and close companions that I am truly blessed to have met them. If you guys are reading this, just know I’m blessed and happy to have met you.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

Akano: “I’m scared... of being forgotten. I’m scared to lose everything I have worked for and been brought up with. I love everyone and everything I had met or achieved, so I’m afraid to lose em all.”

*Tightens grip of Nejire’s hand*

22. What do you usually wear?

“Anything comfortable really. From sweats and T-shirt to a suit, but I never EVER forget my headband!” *points to the headband*

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Akano: “Pancakes.”

24. Am I annoying you?

Akano: “Nope! This is actually pretty fun haha especially with the 3 most important people here.”

*Mirio in the back* “He is talking about us! Woohoo!”

25. Well, it’s not over.

Akano: “Let’s get this bread then!”

26. What class are you in? (Low class, Middle class, high class)

Akano: “I’m in class 3-B

Nejire: “Me too!”

*Awkward silence*

27. How many friends do you have?

Akano: “I have too much to count, but they know who they are and how important they are to me.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Akano: “Its hella yummy!”

Nejire: “Oooo I love pie!”

29. Favorite drink?

Akano: “I love Jasmin tea.”

Nejire: “Me too! I forgot I got you into it.”

Akano: “It works so well for my stamina!”

30. What’s your favorite place?

Akano: “My bed.”

31. Are interested in anyone?~

*Akano and Nejire look at each other*

Both: “I’m interested in him/her.” *Pointing to each other*

32. That was a stupid question.

Akano: “Naaaaah reeeeseally? I had no idea.”

Nejire: “Babe be nice!” *smacks Akano on the back of his head*

Akano: “Ow! That hurt!”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or an ocean?

Akano: “I’d rather swim in a lake. I heard there are monsters in the ocean.”

Nejire: “What about the Loch Ness monster? That lives in a lake.”

Akano: “Well Yeah, in Loch Ness up in Scotland.”

Nejire: “Ooooooh.”

34. What’s your type?

*Akano points to her*

Akano: “Any and everything about her.”

*Nejire blushes and starts laughing*

35. Any fetishes?

Akano: “Nejire Hado. Her butt, her boobs, her thighs, and especially her-“

*Nejire smacks Akano’s head* “Akano!”

Akano: “Ow! Hey! I was just gonna say your personality.”

Nejire: “O-oh... sorry.”

36. Camping or Indoors?

Akano: “Honestly, both. I love the outdoors and indoors all the same.”

37. Are you a gamer? If so, what’s your favorite video game?

Akano: “Big time, and my favorite game is both Monster Hunter and For Honor.

38. On a scale of 1 to 10, how do you view yourself on your appearance?

Akano: “I say personally a 6 or a 7.”

Nejire: “There are a lot of girls who drool over you babe.”

Akano: “Wait really? I didn’t even notice.”

39. Alright we are almost done here, just one more question.

Akano: “Aww man so soon? Well it was fun while it lasted. Hit me with that last question.”

40. Are you a virgin?

*Akano turns red a bit*

Akano: “Well umm.... yes.”

Nejire: “He so pure hehe.”

41. Well that is all the time we have for today, thank you so much for your time and thank you for answering all these questions.

Well I hope you all liked reading it haha

Art by: https://www.facebook.com/miconomicon/

#questions #MHA #OC #Akano #Mamoru #Nejire #Hadou #Mirio #Togata #Tamaki #Amajiki #fun #questionaire

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ryqoshay · 7 years ago

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How to Handle a Nico: UR a Pair

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Subtly Hinted Pairings: NozoEli, KotoUmi, RinPana (some are less subtly hinted than others) Words: ~2.8k Rating: K maybe T because Nozomi? Time Frame: Sometime after episode 10 of the first season. Story Arc: “Valentine’s Photoshoot” UR a Pair UR My Valentine

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: I started writing this with the intent of having a scene prepped and ready for Valentine’s Day. But I think it works better as a lead-up to one that might be able to be more focused on the primary pair. Maybe...

“Alright,” Nico began from her position by the whiteboard, “so the photographer wants to do another shoot like the last one, where we chose a handful of themes and a pairing to represent each.” She started pointing to the list she had prepared prior. “We did an introductory set where we each did something on our own. Then we did a swimsuit set featuring Nozomi and…” She caught a glint in the spiritual girl’s eye. “Don’t say it. Not a word.” She growled, earning an innocent grin in return.

“Anyway,” Nico cleared he throat, “After that, we had a lovely yukata theme that focused on Umi and Kotori.”

“It really was a lovely set.” Kotori agreed, reminiscing wistfully. “Umi-chan looked positively charming.”

“Umi-chan looks dashing in everything.” Honoka chimed in.

“Next was the cheerleader theme,” Nico mostly ignored the additional commentary, “which was, not surprisingly, led by Honoka and Rin.”

“Our energetic duo.” Eli smiled at her two underclassmen.

“Rin had fun with that one, nya!” the younger of the duo proclaimed proudly.

“We were very passionate!” the older girl cheered, matching Rin’s intensity.

“And then we had the cooking theme with Hanayo.” Nico continued.

“They let me make rice…” Hanayo remembered fondly.

“And for some odd reason she was paired with Maki-chan.”

“What was that?” The redhead uttered her habitual phrase.

“You can’t cook.” The raven-haired girl stated, matter-of-factly.

“I…” Maki’s confidence crumbled under Nico’s knowing gaze “can… a little…” she finished, far weaker than she would have liked. However, as prideful as she was, she wasn’t one to lie about her abilities, unlike a certain bratty senior of hers.

“I’m more curious about how Nicocchi knows Maki-chan can’t cook.” Nozomi cooed.

“She tried to make a snack for us and almost blew up her microwave.” The raven-haired girl explained.

“Y-you didn’t have to tell them that…” The redhead protested as her cheeks flushed.

“Oh?” The purple-haired girl smirked. “And just what were you doing over at her place?”

“None of your business.” The aspiring idol stuck out her tongue.

“I believe the Christmas set was next.” Eli offered, trying to keep the meeting on track.

“Right, with you and Nozomi. And then…”

“That was a nice set.” The spiritual girl interrupted. “Elicchi looked absolutely gorgeous in red and green, but then she looks gorgeous in anything.”

“Nozomi…” The blonde breathed, trying not to blush.

“And we finished things up with Umi and Honoka heading up a New Year theme.” Nico concluded, trying to steer things away from too much flirting between the other two third years. Not because she was jealous or anything… obviously. And it definitely wasn’t because her own target for flirting was an oblivious girl with tsundere’ish tendencies. It was just annoying how blatant those two always were about it.

“I must admit, I actually enjoyed those costumes.” Umi stated.

“Because Umi-chan likes more traditional themes.” Kotori smiled.

“Precisely.” The archer nodded curtly. “Even with the stylized versions, the skirts were of a decent length, for once, and I believe a sufficient amount of the source inspiration was maintained. It was an honor to represent such a set.”

“Right, so that brings us to the next set of designs.” Nico said, flipping the whiteboard. “The photographers have made these suggestions, but would like our input on them as well as to fill out the list to at least six sets. And like last time, they are looking for a pair to be featured in each.”

“Rin wants to do the Sakura set with Kayo-chin!” the cat-like girl declared. “She’d look lovely in pink.”

“Rin-chan…” Hanayo murmured.

“Any objections?” Nico asked, though she didn’t honestly expect any. When nobody spoke up and a few shook their heads, she smiled. “Alright then, we have one theme claimed.” She wrote Rin and Hanayo’s names by the entry.

Kotori raised a hand. “What do they mean by Fantasy?”

Nico shrugged. “Maybe stories like Little Red Riding Hood?”

“Or Cinderella?” Eli mused.

“The Gratitude of the Crane?” Umi offered.

“Maybe Rapunzel?” Nozomi suggested.

The gears in the costume designer’s mind spun.

“Shall we put you down for that set?” Nico inquired.

“Yes…” Kotori uttered, her thoughts elsewhere. After a moment, she grabbed her notebook and began sketching.

“And you’ve already been paired with Umi and Honoka, anyone else you’d like to be with this time?”

“…” It was uncertain if the ash-haired girl heard Nico’s question as her pencil flew across the paper.

Honoka giggled. “She’s gone, Nico-chan.”

Kotori blinked and looked up. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

“Don’t worry about it, we can decide later.” The idol club president shrugged before writing Kotori’s name by the set. “Those were the two they’ve suggested, so we should try to come up with four more.”

“How about a wedding dress theme?” Honoka spoke up.

“Japanese or Western?” Eli inquired.

“Hrm… maybe Western?”

“I’d love to see Elicchi in a fancy wedding dress.” Nozomi commented.

“Of course, you would.” Nico stated flatly. “But you’ve already been paired with her once already.”

“I know, and it was a really nice set.”

“So you’ve said.”

“I could pair up with Honoka.” Eli suggested. “It was her idea, after all.”

“That sounds like fun.” Honoka added her two yen with a smile.

“Works for me.” Nico put their names on the board.

“Does Rin really need to wear a wedding dress?” Rin suddenly asked.

“You’ll look extremely cute, Rin-chan.” Hanayo assured her friend, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m with Rin on this one.” Umi spoke up. “We’re still in high school, why would we wear wedding dresses?”

“Silly Umi-chan.” Honoka chuckled. “It’s just a pretty photoshoot. It’s not like we’re actually marrying anyone. I know I wouldn’t want to marry Eli-chan anyway…” Her face blanched as her own words registered. “No offense, Eli-chan.”

“None taken at all.” The student council president laughed. “To be quite honest, I have no intention of marrying you either.”

The gaze of the leader of µ’s found that of the spiritual girl across the table, who returned a gentle smile. Brightening, Honoka smiled once again. “So, we’re good on that for a set then?”

“Absolutely.” Eli confirmed.

“Good, because I really want to see what lovely dresses everyone gets to wear.”

“I still don’t see��” Umi started again.

“Because, like Honoka-chan said, wedding dresses are lovely.” Kotori interrupted, turning to her friend. “Don’t you want to see me in one, Umi-chan?”

“I…” The blue-haired girl cut off when her eyes met those of the ash-haired girl. “That’s not…” Her face flushed as she fumbled with what she wanted to say. “… That’s not fair, Kotori…”

“I’m sure we all have someone we’d like to see in a wedding dress.” Nozomi said with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Maki scoffed. “What?” She asked as the purple-haired girl’s mischievous grin grew.

“Anyway, what else can we come up with?” Nico looked to move things along.

“On the topic of lovely dresses, how about a China dress theme?” Kotori suggested.

“Oooo, I like that idea.” Nico nodded, immediately adding it to the board. “I’ve always wanted to try wearing one since I always see the servers wear them at a restaurant near me.”

“So a China dress restaurant theme?” Kotori offered.

“I love it.” The twin-tailed girl gave a thumbs up.

“Like what I wore for my first photo?” Rin asked.

“Yes, but for all of us.” Nico replied.

“Works for me, nya!” The orange-haired girl grinned. “So you and Kotori-chan would be the focus pair?”

“Well, that would give me two…” The ash-haired girl thought aloud.

“Two for this time.” Nico shrugged.

“We’re going to be doing thirty-six sets eventually, right?” Eli pointed out.

“So we’ll all get a shot in the spotlight.” Honoka chimed in.

“Well, thirty-seven if you count our introductory set.” Nozomi observed.

“But we didn’t have pairings for that one.” Hanayo said.

“So we won’t really count that one, then?” Honoka questioned.

“But if we’re not counting it…” Umi’s brow furrowed in thought. “And we did six sets during the last photoshoot, then that means we really only did five of the thirty-six paired sets. Thirty-one doesn’t divide evenly into six.”

“So we can do seven sets this time to make up for it.” Nozomi said.

“I wouldn’t want us to overburden Kotori, though.”

“It’s alright, Umi-chan.” The designer in question laughed. “Unlike our live costumes, I’m not making these from scratch. You should see the wonderful collection of base outfits the company has that we can work with.”

“Oh, I guess I didn’t realize that.” The archer lowered her head. “My apologies for stalling things.”

“You worry too much, Umi-chan.” Kotori assured her friend, patting her back. “However, your concern is very much appreciated. Thank you.”

“So, what’s next?” Nico prompted.

“Well, since Japan is an island nation, perhaps a theme involving water?” Nozomi suggested.

“But we’ve done swimsuits already.” Nico pointed out. “You and I were even the focus.”

“That’s true.” The purple-haired girl conceded. “But I was thinking something more like a mermaid theme or something.”

“Aren’t we already doing a fantasy theme?” Maki inquired.

“Yes, and mermaids are indeed a fantasy. But there is also the whole eternal youth and beauty theme that goes with them.”

Umi wrinkled her nose. “But wouldn’t that mean people would be eating us?”

“I think that’s a bit too literal, Umi-chan.” Kotori said gently. “I think it would be a beautiful theme, Nozomi-chan. I could design fins that match all of our colors.”

“So do you want to be Nozomi’s pair for that set?” Nico asked.

“Maybe.” The designer replied. “But I’m already the focus of the other fantasy theme. And the China dress theme. Perhaps I can fill in if we don’t think of another pair later?”

Nico shrugged. “We can leave it open for now.” She wrote the new theme on the board with Nozomi’s name beside it.

“Maki-chan hasn’t been chosen for a pairing yet, nya!” Rin pointed out.

“Me?” The pianist blinked, glancing at the board. Rin was right, though honestly Maki didn’t really mind being skipped.

“Wanna be a mermaid with me, Maki-chan?” Nozomi smiled at the first-year next to her.

“Oh, uhm, that’s fine, I guess.”

“Well, if you don’t want it, you can give it to Umi.” Nico said. “She also doesn’t isn’t part of a focus pair yet.”

“Actually,” Kotori held up a hand, “I have a wonderful idea for Umi-chan’s theme.”

Maki shrugged.

“Alright.” Nico wrote Maki’s name by the mermaid set. “So, what’s this idea, Kotori?”

“Well, based on the restaurant idea, I thought maybe we could do something like a crepe stand.” She turned her notebook so the rest of the group could see her design. The sketched costumes were still in rough draft form, but it was clear that the theme revolved around the sweet dessert and the ingredients used.

“So would it be like us running the stand and serving crepes and desserts?” Umi inquired.

“That’s right.”

“I think I would be alright with that, so long as the outfits provide proper coverage.”

“Of course.” Kotori beamed.

A handful of eyebrows raised as though to question the sincerity of the designer’s apparent promise, but no concerns were vocalized.

“So who wants to pair with Umi on this set?” Nico asked as she wrote the idea on the board and added the archer’s name. “Oh, and we should also choose someone to be with Kotori in the Fantasy theme.”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing the Fantasy theme with Kotori-chan.” Hanayo offered. “It sounds like wonderful idea. Perhaps I could be Snow White?”

“I could definitely design a costume for that.” Kotori agreed.

“Then Rin could be Kayo-chin’s Prince Charming!” Rin proclaimed.

“Wasn’t Prince Charming in Cinderella?” Nico questioned.

“Then who was the prince in Snow White?”

Nico blinked, trying to remember a movie her siblings had watched numerous times, though not particularly recently.

“Prince Phillip?” Honoka guessed.

“No, I think that was Sleeping Beauty.” Nico dismissed.

“Did the prince even have a name in Snow White?” Eli mused.

“I don’t think he did.” Nozomi said, also deep in thought.

“He had to have a name.” Rin stated. “They don’t just have characters without names.”

“He didn’t have a name in the original Disney movie.” Maki read from her phone. “However, in productions based off the movie, he has been referred to as Prince Charming, Prince Florian or Snow Prince.”

“So, then I really can be Kayo-chin’s Prince Charming!” Rin cheered.

“I guess so.” Maki shrugged.

“Nya!” The cat-like girl pounced on her childhood friend and nuzzled into her.

“Rin-chan…” Hanayo smiled and patted her fellow first-year’s head.

“So, Hanayo for the Fantasy set.” Nico added Hanayo’s name.

“Unless someone else wants it, I’d like to be Umi’s pair for the sweet shop theme.” Eli spoke up.

“It’s a crepe shop, not an ice cream shop.” Nico grumbled. “You won’t be serving parfaits to Nozomi.”

“You can put ice cream in a crepe.” Nozomi pointed out. “Making a parfait crepe is easy.”

“Fine, whatever.” Nico sighed and added Eli’s name. “What is it with you two and parfaits, anyway?”

“They’re delicious.” Nozomi said, licking her lips as she shifted her gaze across the table towards the student council president.

“You know what, forget I asked.”

“So we just need one more set, right?” Hanayo asked, counting what was on the board already.

Nico did her own mental tally. “Yeah, if we want to do seven this time. Otherwise we’re good with six.”

“I have an idea.” Nozomi said, returning to the topic at hand. “And the perfect pair for it.”

“I don’t like that smile of yours.” Nico furrowed her brow. “What are you scheming?”

“You wound me, Nicocchi.” The purple-haired girl placed a hand over her heart as though in pain. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Not even as far as I can throw you. But…” The raven-haired girl let out a dramatic sigh “let’s hear it anyway.”

“We’ll we’ve had an Autumn festival theme, a Christmas theme, a New Year’s theme and now we’re going to do Hanami as well.” Nozomi explained.

“Yes, and…?” Nico made a motion as though to prompt the other girl to skip through her usual roundabout manner.

“Well there is one prominent holiday we appear to have skipped.”

“Valentine’s Day?” Eli guessed.

“That is correct, Elicchi.” Nozomi smiled at the blonde.

“You two already had the Christmas theme together.” Nico said. “Let another couple have that one.”

“That’s the plan.” Nozomi’s grin turned mischievous.

“Wait…” Nico glanced a several of the girls seated at the table, her gaze lingering a little longer on one in particular before going back to Nozomi. “You mean…”

“I propose that we do a Valentine’s Day theme!” Nozomi finally declared. “And I hereby nominate Nico and Maki to be the focus couple!”

“Bweehh?!” Maki practically fell out of her chair.

“Seconded!” Honoka cheered.

“Thirded, nya!” Rin cried.

“I’m for it.” Kotori added, meeting the excitement of the two orange-haired girls, but not the volume.

“Alright, first off, we’re not a couple.” Nico stated despite having a hard time keeping her eyes off the redhead whose face was quickly matching her hair.

“But you would make a cute focus pair for the theme.” Hanayo said softly.

“H-Hanayo, y-you too?” Maki sputtered as her head snapped towards her fellow first year. “Wait, d-don’t Nico-chan and I get a vote?” She looked around the table for support.

“It looks like they’re against it, Nozomi.” Eli said calmly to her vice president. “We shouldn’t force them.”

“That’s right.” Maki nodded. “Thank you, Eli.”

Nico’s eyes narrowed. Despite her junior’s reaction being fairly predictable, something about it still irked her. “So Maki-chan doesn’t want to be paired with Nico-nii?” She shifted to her idol persona.

“What was that?” Maki turned to her senior.

“Don’t tell me Maki-chan is afraid that Nico’s legendary adorableness will outshine her own?”

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s alright, Nico understands. After all, nobody can match the cuteness of the No. 1 Idol in the Universe.”

“We’ll see about that.” Maki crossed her arms in defiance. “When it comes to looks, there’s no way I’d lose to someone like you.”

“So, it is to be a beauty contest then?” Nico smirked. “Perhaps we should have the magazine have the fans vote?”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” The twin-tailed girl scrawled the theme on the board, but when she got to their names, she added hearts and a smiley face by her own and an angry face near Maki’s.

“Hey.” Maki protested.

Nico merely stuck out her tongue in response.

Eli made eye contact with Nozomi and mouthed “Are you sure about this?”

Nozomi simply smiled in return.

“So there we have it.” Nico declared. “Seven themes and a pairing for each.”

Maki grumbled something unintelligible.

“Unless there are changes anyone would like to make, I’ll email these to the photographer later tonight.”

“Looks good to me!” Rin said.

“Then the meeting is adjourned.” Nico glanced at the clock. “And it went quicker than I thought it would.”

“So we still have time for practice?” Honoka asked, getting fired up.

“That appears to be the case.” Eli stated. “Let’s get changed.”

Several girls cheerfully voiced their agreement.

Author’s Note Continued: As mentioned above, this was supposed to be a NicoMaki Valentine’s Day scene; one that doesn’t take place on Valentine’s Day, or anywhere near it, for that matter. I wanted to quickly give a review of the sets prior to the NicoMaki pair and maybe mention a few after, but the focus was supposed to be the Valentine’s pair. But I kept finding myself getting sidetracked as the girls discussed things. And I decided I liked where everything was going. The fact that the conversation kept meandering off course just felt very fitting to me. Thus, the scene evolved into something broader that ended up doing a little worldbuilding and mentioned a few of my headcanons.

One of said headcanons that I hold, and have tried to make mention of in other scenes thus far, is that Kotori only makes the costumes for the Lives by herself; or with Nico, Eli, and/or Hanayo’s help. With as many outfits as the girls have worn in SIF thus far, I simply cannot see it as being feasible that the budget of nine high school girls could afford all of the material needed. Not even with the backing of club funds from a school on the verge of being shut down. And not just money, but time, or rather the shortage there of, would also be a major factor. Thus, for many of the photoshoots, the company taking the pictures provides the base outfits and tailor them to fit. Kotori and the others then work with the company to gussy them up with accessories.

And on the topic of SIF, in case I haven’t mentioned it before, it does not exist in the world of HtHaN. In its place is a series of photoshoots that are used in idol magazines. I intend to work in some of the side stories for the cards as entries in said magazines. Some of the main story themes may find their way into HtHaN at some point as well.

I’m not sure I want to put pics of all 35 mentioned cards here. Instead, if anyone who does not play SIF would like to see everything, or anyone who does play but would like a trip down memory lane to the early days, here is a link to the URs. Clicking on each card will drop down a menu with more information about it, as well as provide a link to the entire collection, in case you want to see Maki in her China dress, Nico in a yukata or whatever.

For those non-SIF-playing readers, “UR” stands for “Ultra Rare,” the highest level of rarity in the SIF. In the early days, each set included seven SRs - Super Rare - and two URs. The URs were given special backgrounds that could be lined up to form a complete picture. A bit more recently, a new level of rarity, the SSR - Super Super Rare - was added between the SR and UR levels. These new cards were given backgrounds like the URs, but thus far, none line up with, well, anything. From a photoshoot perspective, it is as if the two girls in the URs had their pictures taken at the same time while those posing for the SSRs were taken at a different time, from a different angle and in a different location in the overall scene.

Of course, as SIF does not exist in HtHaN, so too are URs absent, thus why the girls refer to the chosen pairings by other terms. Also, at this point the URs are the only special ones, but a scene like Ice Queen focused on the newer SSRs. I’m not entirely sure how I want to work the distinction between the two into the story, but I do intend for it to exist in some way.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 7 years ago

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Be More Chill Dragging Michael Along AU, The Bells

Jeremy tapped his foot as he looked down at his phone nervously. Play rehearsal started on a few minutes and Michael still wasn't here yet. What could be taking so long? "Hey Jeremy~" Said teen flinched as Rich's voice called out when he entered the auditorium. 'Damn it Michael where are you?' "Hey...Rich." "All alone again? I thought you said you were bringing your girlfriend from Canada today. What's her name again?" Rich taunted from the stage as Jeremy approached not looking the other boy in the eye. "Anne. And she's going to be here any minute." "Oh I'm sure she will," Chloe rolled her eyes as she said that. Christine gave her an annoyed look before turning to Jeremy. "Jeremy if you lied about Anne, it's fine but don't make this worse." Jeremy rubbed his neck as she said that. 'Damn it, where's Michael?' As if to answer him the auditorium doors opened as everyone turned to see who was coming in. "Sorry I'm late Jer-Bear, got caught in traffic." Michael's voice was in a higher pitch as he stepped into the light allowing the group to see Michael. Jeremy had to keep his jaw from hitting the for when Michael came in. Michael was wearing a long curly pink wig with matching lipstick and blush, a lot more subdued than his usual drag makeup. Like how a normal girl would wear makeup. He was wearing a brown jacket with a fur trim and a hat that complimented the jacket nicely. "Holy Shit," Chloe let the remark out under her breath as "Anne" walked up on stage, "She's real." "And hot." Rich said as "she" got on stage allowing the group to better see the miniskirt. There were purple leggings underneath but there still wasn't a lot left to the imagination. "Holy shit," Jake let out a small whistle as Michael came over and kissed Jeremy on the cheek. "Damn Jeremy, you weren't lying about her being hot." "Awe, thanks but Jeremy's the only man for me~" Jeremy began to sweat as Michael nuzzled into his neck. "E-everyone meet Anne. She's from Canada." "Where in Canada?" Jenna asked ready to learn anything and everything about Jeremy's girlfriend. "Vancouver originally but we move around a lot, that's how I met Jeremy last year." Michael went to hold Jeremy's hand but the teen pulled away from the touch. Rich couldn't stop staring at Anne, his mouth almost hanging open when Jake elbowed him in the chest. This snapped Rich out of his stupor as he shook his head. "Dude," Jake whispered to Rich, "try not to be so obvious." "Bro, do you believe in love at first sight?" Rich Couldn't believe it. Not only was Jeremy's girlfriend from Canada real but she was, well for lack of a better word, beautiful. He had never seen someone so gorgeous before. 'Rich,' the teen's SQUIP materialized next to him also looking at Anne, 'There's something you need to know about her-' 'Does her hair taste like it looks?' 'What? No she's-' 'The most amazing person in the world?' 'No. Anne is-' 'The person I want to spend the rest of my life.' 'How do you already have a crush on her?' 'You underestimate my ability to Love.' 'No I overestimated your level of control. Rich you can't be in love with her.' 'I can and am.' The SQUIP rolled it's eyes as Rich continued to stare at "Anne". "Rich, yo, Earth to space cadet do you copy?" Jake shook Rich who was starting again as his SQUIP evaporated yet again. "Quit staring. It's creepy as shit." "So, Anne, how'd you end up with Jeremy of all people?" "We moved into the house next to him for a while and he was so nice? Like he tried helping me move the boxes I couldn't lift. But the key word is tried. He fell flat on his back after trying to lift the box and I couldn't stop laughing. It was adorable. Besides have you seen his cute face?" Jeremy's face was bright red the entire time Michael told the story trying to avoid eye contact with the drama club slightly embarrassed. Michael took his phone as it beeped making a face. "It was nice meeting all of you but I need to head home soon. My mom needs me," Michael leaned over and kissed Jeremy on the cheek, "See you later Jer~" He practicality skipped out the door as the drama club watched him leave the auditorium. "Alright Jeremy how much did you pay her?" Jake asked confusing Jeremy. "W-what?" "How much did you pay her to pretend to be your girlfriend?" "P-pay her?" "There's no way you scored a chick that hot without bribing her. Two hundred? Three? Four?" "Whoever she is, she had really great taste in clothes. That was a Paulson Milani jacket." Brooke said as she looked up from her phone. "That's like really pricy. As in that was at least a seven hundred dollar jacket." "So she probably doesn't need the money. You blackmailing her?" "No way dude, you heard her with the box thing. She's probably pity dating him." "S-she is not pity dating me!" "Guys leave Jeremy alone," Christine said wedging herself between Jeremy and the group, "She's just a really nice girl that likes Jeremy." "If you ask me she seemed like a bit of an airhead." "Oooo, Chloe it sounds like you're jealous~" "Shut up Jake." The two began to bicker when Rich approached Jeremy. "Alright Jeremy I've changed my mind, you can come to the party tonight." "Really?" "Yep. As long as you bring Anne with you." "Awesome I-wait what?" "That won't be a problem right? I mean she is your girlfriend." "Oh, uh-yeah totally not a problem." This was going to be a very big problem.

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mrevaunit42 · 7 years ago

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Reckless heroing (Boku no academia AU) part 2

and here it is, part two of the star vs my hero academia au. I hope you all enjoy it, have an amazing week! the link for part one is below. this means narration and this means flashback

https://mrevaunit42.tumblr.com/post/162853635472/im-going-to-be-a-hero-boku-no-academia-au-part

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Marco could feel how frayed his nerves were, a sickening numb feeling mixing with the unsettling emptiness deep inside his stomach.

The protractor of the exam stood at the podium in the center of the stage, her piercing light blue eyes scanning over the auditorium carefully, studying and taking in each of the heroic hopefuls that filled the room.

She brushed her braided periwinkle blue hair behind her shoulder, coughing lightly into the microphone in hopes of getting everyone's attention.

“I will not waste time with what we already know” she spoke softly yet firmly into the microphone “The exam will be conducted in 2 phases: The written and the practical exam. I hope you did well to study. The test will now begin. If anyone is caught cheating, you will be removed from the premises and automatically disqualified. I will also be very crossed and I rather not be today. You may now begin.”

Marco gulped, taking his pencil into his shaky grip.

Marco could feel the relief slide out of his bones as a group of students followed behind the periwinkle haired protractor while exciting murmurs and worrisome chatting filled the air.

Marco was sure he did well but at the same time there was some post test nagging biting at his resolve: Was it more important to fill out the UA report first or the police one? Running blindly into a burning house was a poorly thought plan, right? Right. Right? Right! Umm maybe.

“Sooooo how'd you do?”

Marco jumped, dropping into a fighting position only to notice Star's beaming face

“S-Star!” he coughed, straightening up and scratching at his cheek “Sorry, I....”

“So, did you pass, did you pass, did you pass?” Star cheerfully asked, wrapping an arm around Marco's neck.

“I think so...” Marco willed his blush away to prevent further embarrassment “How about you?”

Star gave a shrug “I probably didn't get them all right but that's okay, the practical exam is where I'm going to shine! HI YAH!”

Star gave a theoretical karate chop and threw in a kick for good measure.

“Man, I wish I had your confidence.”

Star tilted her head cutely “Well, why not?”

Marco blinked in confusion “Umm...well....”

“You just need to believe in yourself buddy and I believe in you, go Marco!”

“Aww thanks Star, I'll bet you'll do great!”

“Aww Marco, hugs!”

and just like, without a second thought or pause in her step, Star wrapped her arms around Marco tightly.

“am I interrupting anything Star?”

Marco could feel his heart crawl to a stop as dozens of eyes landed on him and Star, an awkward tense silence as the blue haired protractor gaze focused squarely on his face.

Marco motioned to pull free of Star's grip but she refused to let go.

“Nope, I'm listening mom!”

Moon rolled her eyes at her daughter's antics but kept leading everyone to the next location.

“Mom? Wait! That's your mom?!”

Star shrugged “Yeah, so what?”

“Wow” Ferguson eyed the couple carefully “You got a girlfriend Marco?”

Marco sighed “No Ferguson, she's not my girlfriend.”

“ooooh” Stars eyes widen with curiosity “Who's that?”

“Hey, I'm the Ferg” Ferguson clicked his tongue and pointed at Star “coolest guy around and soon to be hero extraordinaire”

“She knows your name is Ferguson, I just said it” Marco answered as deadpanned as he could “He's one of my classmates and friends. He doesn't think quite....realistically”

“Don't be jelly Marco”

“I'm not.”

“oooo hi Ferguson!” Star gave a cheery wave “Nice to meet you”

“Star, focus?” Moon called outstretched

“Sorry mom!”

Moon gave a tired sigh as she gestured behind her.

The group stood in the shadow of two massive gates towering high above and wedged in between two ends of a circular concrete wall.

“This is our training ground” Moon explained “It is a recreation of Echo city. Our students learn how to deal with urban environments in various combat, pursuit and other varying situations and scenarios. This is where you will be taking the practical examination.”

The hushed murmurs and excited whispers broke out at once.

“The examination will be a test of your quirks and general heroic abilities” Moon continued over the chatter “Set loose within these walls are three types of enemies, all robotic so you need not worry about hurting anyone. Each robot has a point value attached to them worth 1, 2 or 3 points depending on the difficulty. Simply put, your job is to destroy as many as these foes as you can as these points, alongside your written score, will determine if you will be accepted into the U.A. Oh and as a side note, there is a fourth enemy but it's more of a distraction than anything. It's worth 0 points and isn't worth your time. We will begin in a moment, please prepare yourself. You will have 10 minutes to gain as many points as you can.”

Marco felt a cold wave of dread overtake him, his concern drowned out by the more eager teens.

Could he do this? He literally just got his power this morning and while River explained how it theoretically worked, he had no chance to actually test out the application or even how to active it. And he had to take on various enemies while competing against people who've had years to master and learn their quirks. Every second Marco thought about it, the more dire it became. There's no way he could do this, his dream of being a hero was about end right here, right...

“Marco”

Marco snapped out of his thought and turned to find Star staring at him, determination burning in her eyes.

“We can do this.”

“Star, I...”

“We can do this”

Marco could feel Star's conviction and belief in her words. He could feel the faith she had in him. that they would both make the hero class. that they would both save the world one day.

Pride and hope swelled in Marco's chest and for a brief moment he could see how Star was River's daughter. Their unbound happiness and faith in people was incredibly infectious.

“Right, I got this!” Marco nodded to himself.

“I don't got this” Marco muttered in a defeated tone, his face sagging at the chaotic sight of the mass combat that took place.

The robots did in fact come in three different sizes, from tiny bots that were hardly bigger than a scooter to a 6 foot tall, vaguely humanoid shape with spindly arms and legs. For things determining if they were going to be a hero or not, they were pretty underwhelming.

What was overwhelming was the ferocity the other potential heroes fought with. He had never seen his classmates (and strangers) fight with such reckless and frightening abandon.

Tom the jerk was calmly walking through the hordes of robotic opponents, the bright orange flames burning with an intensity greater than the sun. Any robot foolish enough to try to engage him head on quickly turned into a liquid, metal slop on the pavement. Robots that stayed away didn't fair much better as he lobbed fireballs recklessly into as many of them as he could, burning a fist sized hole in their centers as they crumbled.

Janna was being Janna, cockily gesturing to any and all helpless prey she found. A black rune would form onto the surface of the enemy then fade quickly. The robots glanced quizzically at the beanie wearing girl who clicked her tongue mischievously. Sparks covered their metallic bodies but before they could react, their limbs would loosen from their sockets, their optics popped and broke and without warning, they would simply shut down with Janna's cackling the last sound each robotic foe heard.

As expected from The Queen's and All Might's daughter, Star was a naturally gifted combatant. When she wasn't smashing bots faces against the floor, she was sweeping them off their feet with a well placed kick and for the studier metallic foes, she would karate throw them over her shoulder, releasing a bloodthirsty warcry before moving onto the next unfortunate enemy on her list.

Jackie (Marco let out a dreamy sigh) slid around on her skateboard, a laidback smile on her face as she lazily sailed through the battlefield, lightly tapping any target she came across. A thin layer of frost would spread from the point of contact, enveloping the hapless robotic foe until they were completely encased in ice.

“Hey Marco!” Jackie called out to the petrified teen“You gotta move if you want to stay in the game”

Marco gave a shy nod as she made her way past before shaking himself out of his stupor. He couldn't just sit here and let his chance slip away!

But it was hard. Every time he found a perfect target, they would flattened, shredded, crushed, snapped, blown up or just ripped apart without warning. The points were being snatched up and the enemies were dwindling quickly. At this rate, he'd never get even a single point! All his hard work would be for nothing.

Marco blinked as the world began shake in a strange pattern: A boom followed by a shake followed by another boom, repeating over and over again almost like they were...

The sound of battle was quickly drowned out by the shattering of glass, the crunching thuds of concrete and the bending of metal girders under some heavy weight.

A plume of smoked rose as one of the 20 story buildings fell without warning and in its place stood an impossibly gigantic robot that made the remaining buildings look tiny.

Marco stood there slack-jawed at mechanical marvel that towered over all of them “I-is that the...?”

“The distraction mom mentioned?” Star finished while standing next to Marco “It has to be, it's the only thing we haven't seen.”

“She did mention it was distracting. I guess I'm surprised how much so”

“Why is something like that worth zero points?” Star wondered outloud.

“Maybe...” Marco began

“HELP! LIKE DUDES HELP!”

Marco and Star were pulled from their thoughts. Someone was in trouble.

The pair searched the surrounding area but aside from the now still test takers and scattered debris of what were formerly training bots, no one seemed to be in any sort of danger.

“Wait” Marco gently patted Star's shoulder “there!”

Star squinted where Marco pointed and the circular object she saw earlier wasn't an object at all, it was Ferguson!

“What? Ferguson?”

“HELP DUDES!” Ferguson waved his arms frantically “I can't change back!”

“What's he talking about?”

Marco thought back to his notebook of quirks he studied, pulling up the information he observed from all his years of school with the orange haired teen “Ferg's quirk lets him expand parts of his body, adding more weight and mass to whatever he does. However, when he gets nervous or scared, his whole body puffs up like a puffer fish as a defense mechanism. Until he calms down, he won't be able to return to normal”

“Why would he freak out?”

The ground shook once more as the giant mech took a step closer, easily clearing the half of mile between it and the testers. What was once a massive shape in the distance now basked them in its shadow.

It's amazing that with how diverse and varied humanity was as a whole, only one thought filled the minds of the hopeful students which was to run as fast as they could away from the metal tower.

Everyone scattered, putting as much distance as they could between them and the 0 point giant robot.

Star turned to leave only for her to notice Marco hadn't moved from his spot, his body trembling out of fear. For a moment she thought he was too afraid to escape, that a deep sense of despair overtook him and held him in rooted to the spot. Then she realized while he was shaking due to fear, his face was set in a grim determination.

“HELP!” Ferguson cried out once more.

Star gasped upon realizing Ferguson was still frightened and helpless. Not that she could blame him, the massive bot was just behind him and Star's heart fell when she saw it raise its foot once more to take another step with Ferguson still trapped underneath.

Star desperately looked for her mother. She had to find her and stop this test before Ferguson was seriously injured.

She had to find a way to stop this tragedy from happening.

“Mom!” Star yelled, eyes darting back and forth “MOM! MOM STOP THE TEST! STOP THE TEST! Marco, have you seen...?”

Star turned back to her new friend only to find a crater dug deeply into the ground, the once smooth surface of the asphalt cracked and broken with Marco nowhere in sight.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH”

The fierce scream caught Star's ears and her gaze shifted to the source of the sound, the one place she would've never thought to look: skyward.

Her blue pupils widened as she saw Marco rising through the air quickly: 10, 15, 20, 50 feet into the air. Rising and rising with his fist pulled back almost like he was planning on striking the robot down.

Marco sailed through the air, the howling of the wind nearly muted as blood thundered in his ears. He couldn't let Ferguson get hurt. Even if he didn't get any points, even if he came all this way for nothing, he couldn't sit there and watch as one of his closest friends was crushed under the foot of some idiotic, mindless robot! He wouldn't let that happen.

Ever

The robot grew in size rapidly as Marco closed the distance, fully intending to smash his fist as hard as he could into its stupid face.

Marco was too caught up in his rage to realize a flaw in his plan. The fact he was now 50 feet in the air was lost on him. The idea that he was about to try and punch out a several ton robot that toppled a building by leaning on it didn't seem to register. All he felt was a desire to save his friend.

Marco could see the wide, human sized optic condense and narrow its focus on him. The robot cutely tilted its head sideways, almost like it was silently asking him “What are you planning silly human?”

Marco's response was the punch.

There was a tense moment of silence as Marco's fist connected directly in the center of the robot's face, unmoving and still while a reverberating thrum echoed deep inside the metallic body of his enemy.

Then Marco was shoved backwards from the force of the attack and for one picturesque moment, he floated there, weightless and still.

A groaning ripple began to spread out from where Marco landed his blow, racing throughout the giant machine's body like a wave, lifting and lowering the armor plates into a disorganized mess. The sound of crunching and broken metal filled the silence as the ripple made its way through every inch of the robotic body.

Then Marco fell, gravity finally solidifying its hold on him and pulling him straight down.

Back of the bot's head exploded, spraying coils of wires, gears, random chunks of metal across the empty street as it leaned forward and fell backwards, crashing against the ground with an earth rumbling thud.

Marco clutched his right arm, eyes watering as sharp pains began to ache through his body. His arm and legs were badly broken and flailed loosely against the raging air current.

“Indeed but before we go, there's something I need to tell you about One for All and your current state. This is important, so you need to listen carefully.”

Marco turned back to River, his face serious and full of concern.

“Just because you have One for All does not mean you cannot use it freely” River explained “Even after all your training and getting you ready to inherit the power was to only prevent you from dying when you use it.”

Marco's face paled “Dying?! What, I could die using it?”

“Not anymore” River chuckled “However I must warn you. In your current state, using One for All will have serious consequences. At very least you will dislocate, if not break your bones. Think carefully Marco when you decide to use it.”

Marco mentally scolded himself. Everything had happen so suddenly, he hadn't even thought about what he was doing. He just reacted and apparently used One for All without realizing it.

And now he was going to die. Zero points and with 3 broken limbs. What a way to go.

The ground was quickly approaching but no matter how hard he tried, Marco couldn't find a way to stop himself without becoming a splat on the ground.

Marco shut his eyes, too scared to see what would happen next.

The howling of the wind stopped and slowed as bopped up and down for a moment. what was a harsh gale was now a gentle if uneasy breeze. The fluttering of wings could be heard and for a moment, he wondered if he had died and gone to heaven.

He opened his eyes and realized while he hadn't died, he was looking at an angel.

Star Butterfly was carrying him bridal style, a relived smile on her lips though she couldn't keep the worry out of those bright big blue orbs of hers.

“S-Star?” Marco stuttered “you're flying? You're flying! How?”

“My quirk silly” She motioned to her back “I can fly!”

Marco glanced backwards and found two pinkish purple butterfly wings sticking out of Star's back, beating back and forth rapidly as the duo made their descent.

“That...” Marco muttered tiredly “is so....cool...”

“Marco?”

Star looked at Marco only to find him fast asleep, his breath slow and steady.

“Hee, I knew you were special.”

“He's as heroically reckless as you dear” Moon spoke, watching the medical team's arrival on the monitor. Luckily for Marco, the UA had some of the best medical heroes in the world. His broken limbs would be fixed soon enough.

“A little. But he's got heart and the spirit of a true hero” River commented, stroking his beard thoughtfully

Moon sighed “Well he's lucky he is. Thanks to that heroic action, he's the only participant who will receive full rescue points. He'll be admitted into the school for sure.”

River gave a good nature laugh “Rescue points. I love them so. It's easy to get caught up in the glory of combat and heroing but true heroes never forget.”

The monitor focused on the sleeping Diaz, his face relaxed as the medical team carried him away on a stretcher.

“It's not just about fighting evil, it's about saving people.”

“Well spoken” Moon concurred “you may tell him whenever you feel like but please don't let the poor boy go too long without knowing he's been accepted. He will no doubt feel terrible that he didn't score any points.”

“Psst, who do you think I am dear?” River scoffed “I will be sure to tell him when he returns home tonight.”

I remember nearly killing River for waiting 5 whole days to tell me I made it into the academy. Seriously, who does that? But it was the happiest day of my life. My first real step on my journey in becoming the greatest hero that's ever lived.

#star vs au #my story

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kaedesfleawaltz · 7 years ago

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Hanging out with detectives

Here’s ½ of my gift for the Christmas in July V3 exchange! This is my first time writing Saiouma or any V3 characters so I hope I did a good job.

AO3 link

Saihara was not sure how to deal with his current predicament. He could figure out a lot of things, that was a large part of his talent after all. He could find lost pets, thieves, and murderers even.

But he had no idea how he was going to get himself untied from Iruma’s latest invention and off of the ceiling safely.

All he wanted to do was grab a book and quietly read it by himself for a bit. After training with Momota, helping Yumeno with some card tricks she was working on, ‘singing’ with Kiibo, listening to Akamatsu play her latest piece, watching Gonta’s bugs he just wanted some alone time to wind down.

But apparently that was too much to ask. When he stepped foot into the library he found himself in Iruma’s sight and was asked, or more accurately forced, into viewing the test run her latest genius invention. It was supposed to be able to find whatever book you where looking for and retrieve it for you, or bring you a suggestion if you put in a genre or other books you have read. Iruma proudly boasted about how it’s long snake like design could make it extra speedy and help it swerve through the shelves. And it was capable carrying as many books as you needed at once, nothing was to heavy for it.

Which Saihara would have been pleased to use, if not for the fact that after entering the title he was looking for the machine got caught on his clothes and brought him along for the ride. And then it malfunctioned and went soaring to the ceiling exploding into a mess of wires and various bit and pieces that Saihara got caught in the middle of.

Iruma, being Iruma, found this hilarious. He tried to ask her multiple times to help him down but she was too busy rolling on the floor with laughter to listen. And when she finally got up, she left wiping away tears from her eyes saying something about how Saihara made an excellent chandelier.

So Saihara was doomed to be tied up in wires until someone came to his rescue, or until he wiggled himself free which would equal a fall and probably a few bruises at best. He’d rather not risk the injuries so he accepted his fate to be the rooms latest until someone came to help him.

It had been around an hour since Iruma left in a giggle fit so he was begging for someone to enter the room. Saihara had resorted to trying to reading the titles of the books in his view and guess who would read which book to keep his mind occupied. He was thinking about who would be a good fit for ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’ (Yumeno was his current choice a fantasy seemed to be a good fit for the mage.) when he finally heard the beautiful sound of the library door opening.

“E-excuse me!” Saihara excitedly cried out. “Please I need your help I’m stuck!” Finally, someone was coming to his aid, he didn’t care who it was. He heard his saviours foot steps approaching and was tearing up at the thought of finally being on the ground safely. He didn’t care who was coming he was happy just to hear someone, anyone.

Until he saw the purple hair of a certain supreme leader appear.

Not him.

Anyone but him.

Not that he disliked Ouma, despite being hard to understand he found himself enjoying his time with the trouble maker. He may play too many pranks for Saihara’s liking but he was a nice person and good company when he wasn’t trying to put glue in the soap.

But Ouma was more likely to make things worse instead of helping him. Much worse. So Saihara silently hoped that Ouma, who was currently looking around for the mysterious voice would keep his eyes on the ground.

Of course Ouma eventual looked up and saw Saihara tangled up. He started for a few seconds before his confused face soon twisted into a smile. He was at least nice enough to try to stop himself from laughing at the sight. “Well well,” he managed to get out through his giggles. “What has happened to my beloved Saihara chan? You’re all, tied up.” Ouma couldn’t contain himself anymore and burst into laughter.

Saihara wished he was alone playing his guessing game again.

When Ouma was able to catch his breath he pulled over a chair and sat down on it and went back to staring at Saihara. “How exactly did you get stuck up there Saihara chan? Not that I’m complaining, I think the library looks much better with such a cute decoration. Saihara blushed at Ouma’s teasing, “no need to be embarrassed! I’m lying after all.” The redness on his cheeks grew as Ouma replied to his thoughts. He never could tell if Ouma’s compliments were honest or not, not that he wanted to be complimented by Ouma. Maybe.

Saihara knew that telling Ouma about what happened with Iruma would probably end up with more teasing, but he was his only hope. And now that Ouma was interested there was zero chance of him leaving until he knew. Saihara sighed, he did not like this one bit. “Iruma asked me to watch her latest invention and, I got stuck in it.” His voice trailed off as he finished his explanation. He looked away in embarrassment as he did not want to see Ouma’s face right now. Hearing him trying to stifle his laughter, and soon the sound of Ouma and the chair hitting the floor when he couldn’t hold back anymore was enough. Saihara wished he could hide under his hat, but that flew to who knows where when he soared into the sky.

“Anyways!” He tried getting Ouma back to what he called him over for. “I can’t get down so could you please help me?!” Ouma showed no signs of listening as he continued to laugh. Not even falling on the floor put a dent in his amusement. “O-Ouma kun please!”

“Okay, okay okay.” Ouma managed to get out between trying to breath yet again. Saihara’s face light up at the thought of finally being free.

“Really!”

“Of course Saihara chan! I wouldn’t just leave you up there no matter how much I enjoy looking at you.”

“Thank you so much! You have no idea how gra-”

“But!” Saihara’s joy immediately faded. He should have known better than to think this would be easy. It was Ouma after all.

“But?”

“You have to tell me you love me!” Ouma had a huge grin on his face while Saihara was too flustered to even speak. He couldn’t just say that! That should be a special moment, with a special person, not this. He hasn’t even said it before or even fallen in love with someone.

“Y-you’re just lying right?”

“Nope! C'mon Saihara chan it’s just a few words. And you do love me don’t you so it should be easy~”

If Saihara thought he was blushing before his face was on fire now. He didn’t love Ouma! But then why didn’t he just say that? His voice was stuck in his throat instead. Which made the cheeky smile on Ouma’s face even more annoying.

But Ouma did have a point, it was just three words, and he didn’t want to deal with anyone else seeing him like this. “Fine.” He had no choice but to do what Ouma said. Even though he didn’t think it would be as easy to say as Ouma thought. “I’ll say it, just please help me down.”

Ouma beamed with a smile that was much too cute for blackmail and went to work. He piled up books making a landing pad for Saihara and a set of stairs to climb up, teasing the stuck detective as he was emptying the shelves. But he could only make so many jokes about how ‘Saihara was such a bookworm it’s was pretty much like he was stuck here anyways so why make a fuss about literally being stuck there’ so Ouma switched to making fun of the books after a while. Saihara just listened to Ouma’s rambles at first eventually he started saying something to him so Ouma wasn’t talking to himself as he stacked up books.

They had gotten into a heated debate over Charlotte’s Web (“no Ouma kun, Charlotte couldn’t use her ‘ability’ to take over the world” “Saihara chan you’re no fun”) when Ouma dramatically wiped the non existent sweat off of his forehead, “all done! Now I just have to untie you” Ouma was now able to stand face to face with Saihara on the huge stack of books. He could see Ouma’s expression clearly. Instead of another smirk or some teasing expression Ouma had a wide smile on his face, he couldn’t see a hint of that being a lie.

Saihara smiled at Ouma back “thank you so much Ouma kun. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” And with that Ouma’s smile was gone. Now his face was completely blank, Saihara thought he could see some red on his cheeks but he insisted to himself that it was just from the work he had done.

Before Saihara could say something Ouma was back to normal and smiling yet again. “Oooo Saihara chan! I had no idea you loved me so much!” Saihara regretting ever saying anything to him as he was blushing yet again. “I love you too Saihara chan! That could be another lie though, did you want it to be true?”

He wished Ouma was back to being quiet.

“Mayyyybe if you’re nice I’ll tell you I love you back when I let you down!” Ouma continued his teasing. “But now isn’t the time for love Saihara chan! I need to be your knight in shining armour first and then you can confess to me.”

Saihara was too flustered to say anything back other then a stuttered mess of letters so he remained silent and Ouma got to work with getting him free from the web of wires. Ouma hummed as he tried to set Saihara free, he gently put one hand on Saihara’s lower leg and used the other to pull the wire that was tangled around it off. Lifting Saihara’s leg he pulled the last bit of wire off but Ouma was too preoccupied to notice that wire had frayed in the accident and let out a startled yelp as it shocked him.

Hearing Ouma’s pain he quickly moved his head and tried to get a look at him. “Are you okay?! What happened, are you hurt?!” A slight panic could be heard in his voice.

“No need to worry about me Saihara chan, owwwww.” Ouma held onto his finger getting a look at how bad the mark was. “The wire just doesn’t want to let you go, it gave me quite a shock! Hahaaaaa owwww.” It was impossible for Ouma to get away with this lie. Saihara’s face fell and he immediately felt guilty for asking Ouma to help. “I’m the leader of DICE and I can handle a little zap!” He quickly went to the other leg and tried to untangle that one. But in his attempt to show how fine he was he wasn’t looking at the wires he was grabbing and screamed out from the pain of being shocked yet again.

“Ouma kun,” Saihara tried to look at him in the eyes but only managed to see his messy hair, “You can leave now and go get something to help, I can get myself down from here.” Ouma just looked at Saihara confused and Saihara tried to give him a smile. “Thank you so much for helping me as much as you have, and I’m sorry you got hurt because of-”

Saihara was cut off by the feeling of his face hitting the books. He looked up to see Ouma, cheeky grin on his face. “Ta-da!” Ouma waved his hands above his head in celebration. “You’re free Saihara chan! Now let’s get down from here, I’ve had enough heights for one day.” Putting his hands behind his head Ouma nonchalantly walked down the books and Saihara scrambled to his feet following him.

“W-wait Ouma kun.”

“Whaaaaaat.” Ouma whined back as he turned to face Saihara after he walked back onto the floor. Ouma wasn’t fast enough for Saihara who quickly grabbed his hands and yanked the smaller boy towards him, making him stubble a bit. Ouma opened his mouth to complain but he saw Saihara carefully inspecting the burn mark on his hand and closed his mouth again, not thinking about how soft Saihara’s hands were at all.

“This looks pretty bad, I wonder if Toujo san has any cream for burns?” Saihara muttered to himself. “I’m sorry again Ouma kun, if I knew you would have gotten hurt I wouldn’t have asked you to help me. But I’m incredibly grateful that you did I can’t thank you enough.” Saihara’s face showed how honest he was, a gentle smile on his lips and his eyes were shining bright with gratitude.

Which did not make Ouma blush at all.

Nope.

“Anything for my beloved Saihara chan!” Ouma said after regaining his thoughts. “A little burn is no match for me, I’ll be fine. As long as Saihara chan is okay then I am too.” Saihara felt happy to hear him say that even if there was a good chance it was a lie.

“O-oh and umm.” Saihara moved his hands until they were intertwined with Ouma’s and looked him in the eyes blushing. “I love you.”

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…………………..

Ouma ripped his hands from Saihara’s and stared at him blank faced again. The two stood in silence. Saihara embarrassed from what he said and Ouma from hearing Saihara say that to him even if it was just because he told him to.

“I was lying when I said you had to do that.”

Before Saihara could reply Ouma dashed out of the room as fast as he could. All Saihara could do was stare in confusion. Ouma never made sense, he was a complete mystery in every way possible.

As frustrating as he could be though, Saihara liked that. And as a detective he was planning on chasing him and solving the case of Ouma Kokichi.

After he found his hat of course. Now where did it fly off to.

#dangan ronpa v3 #Saiouma #shuuichi saihara #saihara shuuichi #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #danganronpa v3 #fuck what's my writing tag again?#uhhhhhhhhhh #there it is!#the AO3 link ain't working so uhhhhh just go to the site if you wanna read it there I guess #i cant write

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