#until I don't want to obliterate anyone who makes eye contact with me“

[savage-rhi]

Magenta 👑

[minstrivia]

; let’s marvin gaye | m.

— a/n: a late impromptu valentines fic no one was expecting. even me. sigh. i blame mara.

— pairings: kim taehyung x reader ft. park jimin

— genre: smut, angst, fluff, pwp, infidelity, bestfriend!tae

— word count: 7k+

— warnings: angsty aftercare, cockwarming, breathplay, impregnation kink, creampie, cum eating, unprotected sex, hints of ze MONSTER COCK, soft dirty talk, very soft sex, also soft angsty talk that’ll have you falling in love. this is basically too soft for its circumstances okay??

— summary: it’s valentine’s day. and it’s due time he shows you how it feels to make love.

Even under the unyielding burden of your wrathful glare, the steadfast heavy-handed knocks cease to have a respite; it clatters at the metal alloy hinges of the timbered door, agitating the tauten bolts loose and ricocheting off the walls nearby, raucous and maddening enough to have you lodging your forehead to the exterior in a huff. You know who it is, you're not absolutely stupid. You know the only person who'd have the sheer lack of decency to perform such an act at this formidable hour and a brisk squint through the peephole only affirms your intuition.

You groan, skin grating at the wood when you shake your head. Any other day you would have let him in without a second thought, any other day you would have been the one knocking on his door instead and him welcoming you in with open arms. But not now, not when he's said what he's said, drunken confessions that still have your mind reeling in frenzied thought, not when you've been meticulous in avoiding him in every form for the considerable part of a week.

"Tae, stop it," you hiss, hurling your fist to the mast surface, a clear and abrupt thump, in response to his onslaught. "Do you know what fucking time it is?” You're exhausted, way too jaded to handle his trivial tirade and god, you really just want him to leave. You don't have the time, or energy, to deal with this and frankly, you don't have the courage either. “Just...go home. Please.”

However he doesn't heed your pleads, or rather, he prefers not to. He chooses to pose as if he can't detect the drained sighs that mesh your words and he proceeds to rain down on your door with continued urgency. "Y/N, open your fucking door or I swear to god—"

You scoff. From where you're standing you can't comprehend a basis for him to be any bit annoyed, it's him that's caused the problem, it’s him that has you behaving like this. And if it were anyone else, hammering on your door and disrupting you like he is, you'd have had them reported for improper conduct. But it’s not just anyone, it's him, your longtime best friend.

"You swear to God what Tae?” You shout. “Huh? What exactly will you do?"

Taehyung's all talk, you've known him long enough to discern he's much closer to crying than he is to hurting you or anything around him. So his hollow warnings mean nothing and he knows that. His fist halts upon the door, head hung low as he wills himself not to break down before he can even see you. He wishes he could look at you right now, he’ll know what you’re thinking with a single glance, underlying tells he’s committed to memory; the way the bridge of your nose folds in disgust when he’s eating pineapple on pizza in your presence, the slow disappearance of your pretty eyes when you find something really funny or the way your nimble fingers tuck your hair behind your ears as you chew at your bottom lip whenever someone compliments you. He’s got you figured out- almost, he’s got you almost figured out. Right now, he’s not so sure.

And he doesn't want to lose you, not over this, his heart clenches at the chilling thought; missing the sole thing that keeps him sober of ailing feelings, even if it is from a distance. He racks his mind for his next move, nothing but hush heard for a moment that continues for far too long and despite yourself, you start to fret.

This is what it should sound like, an unbothered harmony that you can find solace in, a place where you can neglect all problems unanswered for as long as you want, and yet, as your mind wonders to the boy behind the space of the door, you realise you can't. Your brows groove in question and your knuckles bend at the silver handle, "Tae?"

"I just want to talk," he mutters, placid uncertainty levelling his voice and it's like for the first time you hear him properly, raw and yellow in his pitch while all prior belligerence parts from his appeal. "Nothing else... I promise Y/N. I just need to talk. And— and if you don't want to...that's fine. Just say the word. But please Y/N, hear me out."

"I—"

This is your chance, he’s given you options, and it's now that your lips can frame around the words of 'I'd think it'd be best if you leave' and he would follow through, he'd hate it but he’d respect your decision with obliterated pride, you know that. All you have to do is say the words. But they throttle in your windpipe, you can't even make it past the initial syllable without jamming up. Fuck. "Hold on a sec," you call out, and it’s whilst you unbolt the locks, twist the handle gingerly and unlock the door, you come to the definite conclusion that you are unquestionably going to regret this soon enough. You swallow at his posture, shoulders slumped and his large hand bound around the transparent wrapper that enclothes the beryl stem of a single red rose.

"It's for you," he declares, urging the flower towards you when he notices your lingering gaze. You don't take it though, your arms remain stubbornly by your sides, undaring to make the first move and his lips twist down into a frown, huddling the item back to his chest with heated cheeks. Too soon, he notes. "Sorry, I just... I saw it and thought of you," he mutters, glancing to the ground and scraping the sole of his trainers to the gravel as he avoids your prying stare. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

He sighs to himself, who’s he kidding? It does mean something. This isn't how he'd expected this to go at all, you were meant to be excited to see him, you were meant to tell him that it’s him that you want- that up until now you hadn’t realised it, but now you do. You’re not meant to look at him like this, like the distance between you isn’t far enough. He’s stumped. "Can I come in?"

"Uhm, sure."

You step back when you open the door wider, shuffling back on your feet when his familiar fresh scent invades your smell. You grimace at the action, he’s your best friend, yet, the title leaves a sour tang on your tongue now and you can't figure out where you stand with him. Everything about this right here is so unlike the both of you, apprehensive delayed actions, scanty momentary eye contact and choppy conversation that seems to have no direction. You can't recall ever feeling this nervous around him, your palms are clammy as you coil your fingers into fists and your heart hammers in your throat sorely. It shouldn't be like this. Not with him.

You clear your throat, palms behind you on the closed door, discretion in your eyes as you watch him lay the flower on the nearest counter, slipping off his shoes as if he has no aim of leaving anytime soon. "Do you want something to—"

"Is he here?" The question tumbles off Taehyung's lips before he can stop it, invasive and abrupt in its deliverance. But he won't bring himself to regret it, he observes you closely as you take pause, struggling to piece together an answer and he rephrases. "Is he coming later?"

"Erm—" You frown. Why can't you answer? "I don't—" Maybe it's because you notice the way he purposefully avoids uttering Jimin's name or maybe it's because you know one gander around the apartment will tell how much you'd really hoped Jimin would be coming. And you're embarrassed. You're embarrassed that he can see the ideally set up table for two which has only felt the company of one, embarrassed that he can tell how much effort you've put into this, exhibiting a scarlet silk bodycon that's much too elegant and much too expensive for a quiet night in and you're embarrassed because you both know exactly where Jimin is as of now, you both know that you haven't crossed his mind once tonight and you both know he's forgotten all about the speciality of the days events. "No, he's—"

"Busy?"

You wince at his bluntness. "Yeah."

He hums, shoulders relaxing as his eyes roam up and down your figure deliberately and you twitch under his gaze. "You look...nice," he says, though it's short of what he actually believes, if he were a little more brazen he'd tell you that you look nothing short of ravishing, he'll tell you how pissed he is that you're wearing such a shapely dress like this, for someone who doesn't deserve it in the slightest. "You have plans?" His question is full of pure malice, he knows the answer, yet, he's enjoying watching you fidget in place under his study. He’s trying to understand you, he’s trying to see if he can uncover the motive to your every move, but you give him nothing, nothing but a reluctant shrug. And this- this he can't fathom; why you continue to turn a blind eye at the wrongdoings of your boyfriend even though it's right there, out and exposed. You're foolish.

You let out a dismal sigh, palm rubbing your upper arm for comfort, "Taehyung, what do you want?"

He raises an eyebrow. Taehyung? Not Tae. Not Taehyungie. You utter his full name as if he’s nothing but a stranger to you. "What I want?" He replies.

"Yes." You nod. "What do you want?"

"The truth?"

Another nod, less brave than the last.

He steps forth, tentatively, one carefully placed foot after the next, floorboards creaking in his wake until he's right in front of you, towering and intimidating as he mounts over you and you have to peep up to catch his eyes. Not that you do. You're stifling in his closeness, wanting nothing more than to bolt away into hiding.

He snickers. "You want the truth?" Could you handle it? His large palms come to retire on the apples of your cheeks, fingers halfway swept into your hair when he tips your head skyward, fixing your eyes on his. His hands have seeped with a coldness that shocks your skin, a clear reminder of just how long he'd stood outside waiting for you and his words aren't any cordial. "The truth is Y/N, I want to tell you how fucking sorry I feel for you. This illusion you have, this perfect world you've created in your head... it's pathetic, it's sad. God. You live a fucking sad life Y/N, you know that?"

No. You shake your head erratically, clasping his wrists to pull his hands off of you. But his grasp is strong and unmoving, the balls of his palms rooted firmly in place. You can’t hear this. Not now, not when you’re feeling this fragile, and possibly not ever. "Tae st—"

"Y/N how fucking far gone are you in your delusions to not see what’s staring right in your face? He doesn't love you. Do you hear me? Jimin does not love you Y/N. He doesn't love you, and he never will, no matter how fucking hard you try—" You clamp your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the way it trembles at the ice in his words, he's stabbing at your insecurities, tearing at your confidence and you know all he's saying is the raw hard truth. It's always been a hard pill to swallow, but it's been there placed in your hands, and now he's forcing it down your mouth, dry without ease, the type that stabs in your throat and wells a dam in your eyes. "—You need to get that into your thick skull, Y/N. Don't be fucking naive. I can't bear to watch you keep up this act, what do you want... pity? Huh? You want him to turn around and realise that he's hurting you, that you're wasting away whilst he's out having fun, pleasuring himself without you? Well, that's never gonna happen... okay? You understand me? Tell me you understand."

Your cheeks puff in and out as you try to steady your breathing. “I uhm—” Your nose crinkles into your sniffles, eyes glazing over with a cloud of water that spills downwards, curving over your jaw when you nod at him slowly. "I understand."

Taehyung’s demeanour softens. He knows he’s needed to say this for a while. But he hates seeing you cry, especially when you’re crying over Jimin. God, he hates him. He’s hated him from the very moment you’d introduced him, your smile wide and bright and your hands interlaced with his, as you’d told Taehyung of how you’d met in the coffee shop and you’d called love at first sight. How naive. Yet, he hadn’t spoken his mind, hadn’t told you that you were looking for a companion in the wrong place; and now look at you.

"Shh, don't cry.” His thumb swipes across your cheeks delicately. “He doesn't deserve you. Fuck, no-one deserves you. And, I—" He rolls his lips together, eyes narrowed as he smiles, his expression is sorrowed and yet comforting. "I love you, Y/N. More than a best friend probably should. But, you know that, don't you? That's why you've been avoiding me, because drunk Taehyung has no limitations, isn't that right?"

"I don't—" You shrug. You're at a complete loss. That night when he'd laid his head on your lap, hands wrapped around your thighs, the smell of dark bourbon still strong on his tongue as he'd professed his love for you, detail after detail of how long and how much he loved you. You'd felt guilty for wanting it, you'd been hasty to brush it off because yes, hearing him say it filled you up with something, something that you've been missing for a long time. "I didn't want to take you seriously," you admit, your shoulders falling and your arms swinging by your sides. "I didn’t want to face you because— Tae, you can’t mean that."

"Feel this." Taehyung guides your palm onto the clothed surface of his chest, aligned to the left where his heart rests and you feel it immediately, strong agile beats that make it seem like he's doing something more laborious than merely talking to you. "You feel it? That's you, Y/N. All you. Every fucking time I see you, hear you, think about you, no matter how far you are. I feel sick. You know that moment when you stand up too quickly and the whole world feels like it’s spinning on its axis, but constantly. That’s how you make me feel. You overwhelm me Y/N, my heart feels like it's bursting out its cage, my stomach erupts with this tingling feeling and it's hard to breathe. It's hard to fucking breathe without you. And somehow that doesn't even begin to explain how much I love you." He laughs humourlessly, allowing his lids to close briefly as he shakes his head. And when he opens his eyes again, it's hard to believe you're still there, looking at him with wide eyes, clueless as ever, trying to understand everything he's saying. You won't. At least, not now.

"Don't try to understand it Y/N. Just know that, no matter how much you try to kid yourself. You don't feel this for Jimin. Because I swear, if you really open those cute eyes and see what’s around you, you'll realise that you don't love him as you tell yourself. That you hide behind the safety of having someone, just anyone. This- this nauseating feeling I have, frightened at the mere thought of losing you, complete infatuation, wondering where you are, what you're doing, if you've eaten. This is love. So Y/N, when you ask me what I fucking want. I just—" He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, teeth chewing at the inside of his mouth. " I just want you to feel what I feel."

“You love me?” You ask. You don’t want to believe it. You shouldn’t want to, but god, besides yourself you’re hopeful. “You love someone as stupid as me, someone, who’s been hurting you all this time. You can still stand here and tell me you love me?”

He nods, “I guess you’re the only exception.”

“Oh, Tae.”

If someone were to tell you that your best friend would be standing before you like this, sincerity swimming in his chocolate orbs as he searched for your reaction you’d laugh in their face. If someone were to tell you that your heart would kickstart into a hysteria that dulls at your rib cage when he leans in that bit closer, or that you’d be lost on the features on his face, soft yet defined, dark brows sloped downwards in seriousness. And his usual impish boxy grin drawn into a hard line across his face, with wine tinted lips. You’d be quick to remind yourself that he’s just a friend. It’s laughable now. You're gripping tight at the fabric of his shirt like if you'd let him go he'd disappear and your lips are hovering each other, both parted slightly as you breathe in the same air. His voice is deep, smooth and raspy when he speaks, “I really do love you.”

Your gaze falls to his lips, the supple curves all too enticing in the moment and when you glance up you find him already doing the same. And nothing can stop your next breathy words, "Kiss me."

There's no room for hesitation on his part, not when he's fantasised about this moment for as long as he remembers. So his fingers curl around the curve of your neck, hand resting below your ear, pulling you into him as he breathes you in, lips brushing yours, not innocently, far from it, it's teasing, fiery, passionate and demanding. And when he pulls back partially, almost waiting for you to resist, you push back, kissing him with an intensity that blurs everything else away. It's slow and soft, soothing in ways words will never be and you realise this is how it should feel. His thumb caressing your cheek, whilst you lose yourself in his feel, an unexplainable warmth spreading throughout your entire body. It feels like magic, his tongue pressing to the seam of your lips and you grant him access, moaning softly into his mouth as he takes your breath away feeling his grin against your lips. If you’d known it would feel this good, you’d have done it a long time ago. It’s not awkward like you’d expected, it’s almost natural the way your lips mould together and you have to pull away first, forehead resting against his, eyes closed, completely breathless.

"God, that was—" Your eyes open to his, there’s a dazed content smile that widens your lips as you see him with fresh sight. Has he always been this gorgeous? “How do you do that?”

Taehyung cocks a brow in question. “What?”

He sounds as breathless as you, chest heaving and his gaze entirely lustful. “This. How do you make me feel like I’ve been missing out?”

He chuckles.

"I want you to teach me, Tae,” you say, pointer fingers snaking around his belt loops in hopes he gets the hint. “Teach me to feel how you do.”

"Fuck, are you—"

"Please."

Taehyung's quick to tangle his hands in yours, tugging you behind him as he practically jogs towards your room. He thinks he's dreaming, he's almost sure of it, it's got to be a dream. Yet, the way you jerk at his arm before he reaches the door, twisting his body to face you when you capture his lips on yours again feels all too real. And his hands' fumble at the handle behind him, before kicking the door open with his foot and pulling you in, slamming you to its surface, to force it close. His hands find place either side of your head, trapping you in his hold, as his mouth explores your skin. You feel his hot breath on your neck, then the tender brush of lips, burning fervent as they make contact. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this?" He asks though he doesn't expect an answer whatsoever, he doesn't even look for one. His hands grip at your hips, pulling it towards him as his kisses become harder and more urgent, teeth nipping at the surface. "Do you have any idea how much I hate him? How much I hate the fact that he has you and god knows he's never fucking deserved it."

"Fuck, Tae, please," you breathe out, tugging at the bottom edge of his shirt and he helps you in your quest to pull it over his head. Your eyes take him in greedily, his shoulders broad and his creamy skin, curved and dipped with the trace of his toned figure. There's no way you can even compare him to the person you call your boyfriend, not when you're completely mesmerised like this, not when you know Taehyung's the clear winner.

He smirks, "Like what you see?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now it's your turn." His fingers hook beneath your dress, rolling the fabric up as he tugs it over your curves, your arms raised to aid the swift removal. He swallows, cursing to himself when he tosses the clothing to the side and the intensity of his gaze, igniting your skin with a burning fire in his trail makes you want to hide, arms about to wrap themselves over your most intimate parts but his hands grab your wrist before you can; keeping you exposed. "Fuck, No bra? No panties? For him? God, he's a fucking fool."

You blink slowly, heat rising up your cheeks at his words. "Like what you see?" You mimic, hoping to sound a lot more sure of yourself than you are. And he nods eagerly, jaw fixated in its slackened state.

"A lot," he divulges, pressing his jean-clad hips to yours and you feel his obvious excitement, large bulge stroking against your centre, hard and rough. "I like it a whole fucking lot. Now get on the bed for me baby."

You follow his orders, walking backwards, eyes too entranced to leave his for even a second until you bump into the mattress, the collision flattening you against the bed. And you have to drag yourself up by your palms, positioning yourself in the centre, propped up by your forearms whilst your eyes track his movements.

He stumbles around, shoving his jeans and boxers down and before you know it you're giggling at his eagerness. And he glances up, fingers still grasping the waistband of his boxers. "You laughing at me?"

You shake your head, lips pressed together to hide the way the ends of your lips quiver. "Course not."

He smiles. "You won't be laughing very soon," he says and when he tugs his boxers down, kicking it away from his ankles. The laughter dies in your throat like he'd promised because there he is, everything on display for you, his cock, tall, flushed and hard. And it's only when he advances closer you realise just how big he is, his cock is way thicker and longer than you could have imagined, resting against the muscles of his lower abs with the strain of his erection, it’s pretty too, veiny and pleasing, much like his hands; blue and green veins decorating its surface perfectly and it has you gulping quietly, wondering how he manages to contain all of that in his boxers.

"Fuck, Taehyung."

He hums, climbing onto the bed, legs between yours as he hovers over you. "I love the way you’re saying my name," he mutters into your skin, sweeping the angles of your jaw with his lips. His touch is indulgent and his hands, coarse as they are, are silken in their caress; flattening across your collarbones, over the plumps of your breast and past the terrain of your stomach. It makes you shudder, every nerve in your body and brain feels electrified by just this simplicity. And you need more of it. “It’s almost as beautiful as you are.”

“Taehyung please,” you rasp, your hips raising wantonly to his touch as his fingers linger at your pubic bone. He’s got you intoxicated this early on, your cunt aching in your want, clenching over emptiness. He sucks at the skin just below your jawbone, harsh and tenacious and you’re sure of the cherry bruise that’s going to mark the surface when he releases it with a sloppy wet pop.

Taehyung’s not doing any better than you, his cock is twitching in anticipation, but he doesn’t want to rush this, he doesn’t want to treat you like some quick fuck. He wants to show you, worship you, love you. He grunts, “What do you want baby?” He asks, tugging at your earlobes with his teeth and you exhale heatedly.

“Want you touch me please.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” you breathe, too worked up for anything coherent. “Just please.”

“Like this?” His digit slips between the cushy folds of your cunt, sliding over the hardened bud of your clit in a way that has your eyes rolling back as you curse.

“Yes, just like that.”

“Shit, you’re so wet, baby,” he mumbles. “So fucking wet and I haven’t even done anything.” Taehyung could definitely get off like this, his fingers rolling your tender clit, your cunt dewy and soppy enough that it moistens his fingers with sticky nectar; watching the way your eyes roll back when he increases his pressure. He drops his middle finger to your slit, rubbing over it sensually, oily and dark, before he sinks the finger inside you, your cunt latching onto his width almost instantly as your jaw drops in carnal pleasure. “You like that baby?”

“Uh huh.” Your response comes out more like strangled noise, when his finger begins to pump inside you, back and forth, a muggy squelch accompanying the languid action. His actions are mockingly slow and yet the build-up of tension comes like a hurricane; his thumb massaging your clit when he adds another finger, a dual lithe override attack on your senses. Your hands grab at his shoulders, nails imprinting crescent moons beneath the surface as you melt beneath him. “Nghh Tae, I’m—”

His other hand twines around the breadth of your neck. “You gonna come for me, baby?” The pads of his fingers press subtly into your skin, bearing weight on the veins that lay underneath the surface. “Gonna cream all over my fingers, yeah?”

You nod, lips wobbling with the whimpers you release. You’re dizzy, eyes blown out with your shortening of breath and his continuous slaughter on your cunt, that only quickens with time. Your back arches from the mattress, head tipped back completely as your body jolts. And Taehyung doesn’t let up, his hold on your neck sturdy and possessive, and his fingers hooking to your g-spot with every thrust. It’s sensual the way he touches you, the way his stare seethes at your skin as you completely drown in body trembling zest. You fall apart before you know it, explosions of hot white blurring your vision as you cry out.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, his lips swallowing your moans into his when he kisses you. “Let go.” You drop back into the mattress in a heave, lids half closed, face flushed and panting wildly, staggered swallows to get your breath back when he releases the grip on your neck. “You’re so pretty baby,” he praises, unhurriedly extracting his fingers from your receptive cunt and when he brings them up to your sight, they’re coated with milky fluid that he sucks into his mouth without hesitance. He smirks lugging the digits out of his mouth salaciously. “Fuck, you taste amazing too. So fucking sweet.”

Your hands are ready to push him back, ready to pay him back for the orgasm he’s rocked you with but he’s way ahead of you; stopping you before you can make your first move. “Its all about you tonight,” he says. “I can wait until next time to see those lips around my cock.”

You huff. Next time.

“Right now, I need to be inside you.” He takes a hold of himself, he’s been holding back for far too long now, his tip feels like a torch inflamed leaking excessive amounts of precum that he smears against your cunt with a strained sigh. "Fuck, you're still on the pill right?"

You shake your head. “No, I came off it.”

“What?”

You chew at your lip when he looks at you disbelievingly. You’d stopped using it some time ago, you didn’t find any point of it, not when Jimin was hardly home and the times he was, it surely wasn’t to fuck you.

Taehyung sighs. “I can’t— I don’t have a condom.”

One look at Taehyung you can tell how overcome with lust he is, his skin ablaze with crimson and his veins tense and protrude against his skin almost painfully. And everything blows over your head, responsibilities, consequences all fly away into thin air as your need for him takes over.

“It’s okay,” you declare, combing your hands through his hair. “I want it.”

“But—”

“Make love to me Taehyung.”

“Christ, you’re amazing.” He places a fluttering kiss to your temple before aligning himself at your entrance, steady careful breathes from the both of you as you stare at each other, lost in the maze of your orbs; he drives himself into you gradually. And you grit your teeth, nails clawing into his back with your knees buckling as his cock stretches you open, inch by inch, he delves into the warmth of your cunt, your walls sheathing tight enough around his girth to have him growling at the feeling. "You're so fucking tight. Has the bastard never fucked you before?"

"Nggh, Tae—" The way he sinks into you with restraint, all too slowly has you both panting by the time he's bottomed out inside you, reaching depths you hadn't realised you had, the crown of his cock settling against the wall of your womb. "—that feels so so fucking good."

"Yeah baby?" His hands smooth against your stomach, his cock so thick inside you, he can feel the way it protrudes against your belly, a little curve that indicates just how full he's stuffed you. Taehyung groans, resting his face between your neck and mumbling against your neck. "Look at you baby, fuck, I bet you'd look fucking amazing swollen for me. All full and round with my kids inside your belly." He clenches his eyes shut, gripping at the sheets tightly as his cock pulsates at the thought. And you're not much better off, the brevity of his words, arouse you wondrously, nerves alight at the image of having his kids. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah? You want me to breed you? Have you looking fucking radiant, big and round with my kids?" You gasp. His words are unfiltered, blinded by ravenous hunger and you don’t fail to realise how incredibly possible it is; his raw unprotected cock deep inside you, stuffing you to the fullest you’ve ever been. “God, you’d look so pretty. And mine. All fucking mine.”

The heat of the room is almost suffocating, lavender candles burning fervidly to give light to the darkness, your body sticking awkwardly to the sheets beneath and the slickness of his sweat dripping onto you as he hovers over: forearms keeping him balanced and your legs wrapped around his hips. You've been in this position for far too long, you can't see the time but you know. His cock has been nestled balls deep inside your cunt, hard and unmoving as you pulsate impatiently around him, waiting for him to stop this torture of his. You're too wound up for this, all too needy. But you know he loves it, his self-control is unwavering, his mint green hair damp and ruffled, falling haphazardly over his forehead, eyes staring into yours in intoxicating captivating as his heart beats in tandem with your own.

"God, you're beautiful," he says, and despite the fact that you're the only ones in the room, his voice still travels like a honeyed whisper, as if he's scared he'll scare you away if he speaks any louder. "So fucking beautiful." His palms are eager to explore your curves, smoothing up your waist until the tips of his fingers graze against the undermost flesh of your breast. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth when he grabs at the soft mound of your breast, rolling the perk nipple between his long digits, causing you to moan softly at the feeling. He smiles, "You like that?"

You nod, words lost at the entire intensity of the situation. You should hate the way he's looking at you, hate his half-lidded softness that melts at your heart, hate that you can see it, clearly stated in his bright orbs; love and lust. But you don't, you want- crave more. Your back arches to his gentle touch, breaths shaky and forced when he pinches at your nipple, tugging the nub with less delicacy than he's been treating you with before. His mouth descends on your collarbone, tenderly leaving a kiss at the surface and his arm wraps behind your back, arching you towards him further as he trails his kisses downwards.

His tongue is wet and warm when he swirls it around your nipple lazily, eyes focused on the way your chest rises and falls as you give into him slowly. He's waited too long for you to be here, in his arms, seated deep on his cock and he'd be damned if he doesn't savour the moment with all he has, fingers committing to remembering every curve and mould of your figure, his eyes and ears picking up on every breathless moan that leaves your swollen parted lips. He's sure he's in heaven, hearing his name fall from your lips like this, he knows he's got to be. "What do you want baby?"

You want more, you need more. You're becoming restless, hands squirming at his shoulders and your hips trying to persuade him to move, to finally fuck you like you want. But he's persistent to hear you say it first. "God, please, Tae," you whine as he sucks your nipple into the warmth of his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste as his teeth tamely bite at the flesh. "I need you so so bad."

He groans at your words, releasing you to rest fully on the bed as he stares down at you, eyes darting around your face for even a figment of reluctance. "Fuck, say that again."

Your hands find comfort by his cheeks, as you force him to look straight at you. This is wrong, so unbelievably wrong and yet, you can't seem to remember why. So you tell him the words he needs to hear, you tell him the words that sound truer than many things you've said before, you tell him, "I need you Tae." And you kiss him, supple lips meeting his in a kiss that feels all too familiar, he's warm, welcoming, loving, everything you know Jimin is not and you sigh softly against him.

"God, I love you so fucking much," he murmurs, his lips never leaving your face as he peppers you with kisses. His palm massages the bottom of your thigh as he hikes one of your legs up, his knees burrowing their way into the mattress.

"Then show me."

"Fuck."

Taehyung's grip on your waist proves to bruise as he moves against you at long last, elongated deep strokes that aren't gentle in the slightest. His hips snap towards yours sharply, every thrust proving harder than the last, a painful torment that has you mewling and keening for something slightly softer. But you know he won't let up. He's determined, thrusting harsher and deeper, desperate to hear the way you whimper at the feat.

"Oh my god," you stutter, nails scratching down his back with the vigour you know will mark at his skin. You've never been fucked like this, slow enough to be teasing yet deep enough to slam at your cervix brutally. It’s too intense and your mind is spinning, the pain of his repetitive hits sharpen your gasps and wet your eyes.

“God baby, do you know how long I’ve imagined this? How long I’ve— Ngh— jerked off to the idea of— Nghh- being inside you?” You shake your head, nothing but strangled noises spewing from your lips as he hammers into you; the slaps of your flesh meeting resounds loudly, his full balls bouncing against your ass and your hip grinding with his. “Look at you, fuck, you take me so well.” His eyes fanatically watch the way his cock disappears into you, your cunt unfolding and your stomach inflating with his every intrusion. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Ughh Tae, you feel—” You puff out your breathes as you babble. “—feel so good. Love it.”

“Yeah, baby? You like taking this cock?”

“Yes. YES!— fuck.” Your mind blanks, you’re a squealing mess when he hikes both thighs up, ankles resting on the width of his shoulders, fingers supporting your lower back at an incline when he rams into you at a different angle. Now you’re clenching around him, your walls clamping down onto the smoothness of his cock whilst he penetrates you torturously; adrenaline streaming through your veins that keep you from the brink of collapsing. “Please, please, please.”

Taehyung’s panting and grunting above you, completely drenched with sweat and still as collected as ever. “You wanna come baby?”

“Oh, fuck yes.”

He shoves a hand between your thighs, palm grinding down on the mound of your cunt and overcoming your clit with inexorable pressure that has you open-mouthed, mindlessly chanting his name as pure ecstasy combusts inside you. “That's it, baby, come for me,” he husks, his voice is docile, the pace is unwavering as he rocks you through it. And you feel like you’re shattering, surrendering to his heat, trails of fire burning low in your belly as you relax into it. “Hmm baby, you’re so good for me.”

You’re drained, sodden in perspiration, eyes hardly open as you moan lowly. “Want you to come,” you whine. “Want it to fill me up Tae.”

“Shit, you’ve got such a dirty mouth. You talk to your boyfriend like that?”

You deny it honestly. “No, only you Tae. Promise.”

“Good girl.” His hands bind yours above your head when he presses his forehead against yours, it’s slippery, it’s close and it almost masks the way he starts to fuck you; fast, stubborn, impelling his cock into you in an animalistic manner. Gone are his lovingly slow strokes, replaced by battering thrusts that thump at your womb. And you’re caught unexpected.

“Oh my god, oh my god— fuck, Tae.”

He growls, pressing his lips against yours, and for the first time his kiss is crushing, tongue licking saliciously into your mouth, your teeth clashing together and your lips smacking together sloppily. It matches his frenzy, the uncharted lengths of his stamina as he’s pounding into you. You’re still so tight around him, so warm and slick, and when your walls grapple around him again. He can’t hold back any more. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come. Gonna— Nghh—  Gonna fill you up with my cum yeah? Get you nice and pregnant for me."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

His pace falters, his arms quickly locking around the meat of your thighs as he delivers three more sharp, precise thrusts before he tenses above you, keeping himself buried deep when he spills into you, his balls ticcing in his release, strings and strings of hot cum swelling you up full. “Fuck,” he groans, pulling out of you with a wince. The feel of his cum trickling out of you is uncomfortable enough to have you mewling and he chuckles. "Hold on, let me clean you up." He places a brief kiss at your ankle before he shuffles downward, leaving sweet fleeting kisses in every place he passes until he’s face to face with your cunt and he moans at the sight. Your lips are puffy and swollen, cunt pretty and pink with thick globs of his release leaking from you. “Think you’re the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,” he says, more to himself but you hear it and you’d be embarrassed but you don’t have time for it.

His tongue flattens against the slit of your cunt, and you want to jerk away at the overstimulation but he keeps you in place, arms hooked around your thighs as he begins to lap at your cunt, swirling around your clit. The taste of both of your release merges on his tongue and his eyes flutter to a close, grunting and slurping you up as if he’s starved. But you can’t handle it, your hands tug at his hair to bring him up. “Tae please, I can’t.”

Taehyung grins, licking a long stripe up your clit one more time before coming back up. His smile is wide, and you notice he looks happy, really happy. He collapses beside you, arms pulling your body into his, and you rest your head against his chest. “Jesus, we have to do that again,” he says. “Don’t think I can get enough of you now.”

You hum. Same.

“I love you Y/N.”

You pause. The muted mellow thrum of his heart keeps you at peace, and you know you could stay like this forever, forget the world and find it in Taehyung’s arms. But you’re not sure what it means. At least, not yet. "Tae, I—"

"It's okay."

You nod, because even though you're not quite ready to repeat those three words to him. You know that because of him, you're one step closer. So you look him in the eye, full of arduous sincerity, your lips curve up into a smile. "Thank you," you say. "Thank you for loving me."

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Ryuka Clan. The Ryuka Clan is a legendary and noble clan who crafted several forbidden techniques which are exclusively for the use of the family. Their clan is feared among the men and women in Seireitei. Due to the destructive nature of their spells, they entered an agreement with Central 46 and Gotei 13 that they will only be summoned for battles during times of emergencies. With this, they built their barracks underground to prevent any casualties during spell practices.

"A wide range spell was casted here," she said as she entered the area where the massacre scene happened. The place is now surrounded by woods erected from the ground casted with a seal to prevent anyone from entering it.

Kneeling with one knee, she analyzed the ashes scattered around the area as a byproduct of the spell. She brushed her fingers against the floor to carefully feel its texture.

"It is still fresh. I can still feel the reiatsu in it. If I have to accurately calculate, this spell was only casted today."

To begin her investigation, she brought out the round wooden tablet from her shihakushou and placed it on the ground. 

"Kuchiki-taichou, please leave the area for a while. My detection spell might absorb your reiatsu and might mess up my readings," she requested from the man who was standing beside her. 

With his suspicion, Byakuya reluctantly left the place. He stands by outside the area where he can observe her from afar.

Assuring that the area is cleared with any foreign reiatsu from above and beneath the ground, she began to slightly unsheath her zanpakuto with her left hand to cut her index finger. With her blood, she drew a crossed-shaped pattern on the tablet. 

"Oh vast great skies, gather the reishi around me. Light of the world that grants power, call the ancestors who are in peace. Ryuka Bakudou 14: Kenshutsu."

With this chant, the cross pattern emitted a light that extends to each side of the perimeter of the area. The reishi around the place were absorbed by the light and were sealed inside the tablet turning it violet.  The hazardous reiatsu was now wiped out in the site.  

As she stood up, she placed the tablet in between her palms and closed her eyes. She now started sensing each spirit ribbon in Soul Society to know who the reiatsu belongs to. However, after a wide range search, the caster of the spell was nowhere to be found. 

With frustrations penting up inside her, she temporarily concluded that the culprit may have already gone to another world. Ending her analysis, she stopped her spell and placed the tablet inside her shihakushou. With flash steps, she went to Byakuya to report her findings. 

"Kuchiki-taichou, we need to call for a captains' meeting," she said while gently landing beside him. 

Wanting to know what happened, he inquired for the results. 

"Did you find out the culprit?"

She looked at him with a pensive expression.

"It is not here in Soul Society."

"..."

Brushing the dirt off from her haori, she felt the weight of his piercing glare. 

With confidence, she assuringly replied, "Relax! Together, we will find out who caused this."

Looking at the obliterated area, she thought of a way to ease the captain's worries. 

"Do you want me to rebuild this?"

"You don't have to concern yourself with that."

"Nah, I know this is your turf, but I'll save you the hassle of rebuilding this."

"Don't make me repeat my---," his response was cut off as he saw her lift her hand pointing at the direction of the area. 

Light came flowing from the female captain's hand going to the ground. Each barracks, establishment, and even trees began to be erected. 

Gazing with amazement, Byakuya was glad to see the place completely reconstructed. 

"See? You don't have to worry about it. This place now has a quarter of my reiatsu mixed with the reishi I collected from the air."

Turning his gaze back at her, he has observed a strike of exhaustion from the captain's eyes. 

"I am out of practice. That's what I get from doing solely paperworks and documenting spells crafted by my squad." 

Disturbing her thoughts, she noticed Byakuya's intense fixed stare at her. 

"Brush off your suspicion. I am not an enemy of Sereitei. Our squad is your ally in protecting Soul Society."

"..."

"I will personally take care of anyone misusing the Ryuka clan spells even if he or she is my subordinate," she said with a bit of uneasiness in her heart. 

___

At the Captains' Assembly Hall, the noise of chitchats can be heard. All of the captains were already present except the Captain Commander, Kuchiki-taichou, and two other captains. 

"Why did the Captain Commander called for an emergency meeting?" inquired a tall man with short white haired wearing a sleeveless shihakushou and a captain's haori with the kanji of nine imprinted on its back. 

"I am not quite sure, Muguruma-taichou. I am guessing it will be about the attack near the Kuchiki manor," replied by another captain who looks like a male teenager. He has a white spiky hair and mint green eyes. He wears a captain haori with the kanji of ten written on its back. 

"If it comes to this, then it is something serious. The nobles don't usually contact us unless they need more military power. What do you think, Hitsugaya-taichou."

Their conversation was interrupted when the council room's doors were opened. Outside it stands two figures one belonging to a male and the other belongs to a female. 

"It's the 14th squad captain! What is Kuchiki-taichou doing with her?" Hitsugaya thought to himself. 

As they entered the hall, another two figures were walking behind them. 

"My, my, Riyon-chan. What made you finally get out of the dark?" a tall man with long wavy hair tied into a pony said while gently tilting his kasa as if covering his eyes. On top of his captain's haori hangs a pink kimono with floral patterns.

Knowing who that familiar voice belongs to, Riyon suddenly stopped walking and greeted the man. 

"Easy going as always, Kyouraku-kun," she said in a meek tone. 

"After you have been inaugurated as a captain, we never saw you anymore. We miss you," said another familiar voice who belonged to a tall man with long white hair. He wears a captain haori with long sleeves and the kanji of thirteen imprinted on its back. 

"Ukitake-kun, glad to see you strong. I hope you get well soon."

The other captain replied with a smile while placing his hand on his head. 

Disrupting their lovely reunion, the sound of a loud thump was heard silencing the room. It came from a cane owned by Yamamoto Genryuusai. With the presence of the Captain Commander, the captains went to their designated post and lined up with the exemption of Byakuya and Riyon. They were instead, called to the front along with the old man. 

"Why would you call an urgent captains' meeting, Ryuka-taichou?" the Captain Commander asked to get the business done while he sat on his chair.  

Removing the hood enveloping her head, she then replied, "before I answer that, permission to use our clan's technique first?"

Raising  one of his eyebrows, the captain commander said in response to her question, "for what purpose will you use it for?"

"I'll have to show you what I have gathered in this," she said as she brings out the round wooden tablet from her shihakushou. 

"As long as it is not a destructive one, you may do so."

Facing the captains who are eager to hear what she has to say, she knelt down and put the tablet on the floor. 

"My fellow captains, please take at least two to three steps back."

Knowing that everyone has already cleared the center aisle, she closes her eyes and whispers some words. Violet smoke came out from the tablet and crawled on the floor. It began forming each barracks, establishments, and trees that were destroyed in the area.

Everyone felt a menacing chill when the reiatsu was released from the tablet. 

"What is this feeling? It's like a blade is placed on my neck," Hitsugaya thought to himself showing a rather disturbed expression. 

"The fear that you are feeling right now, shake it off with your own spiritual pressure. Don't let it consume you. This is the very nature of a Ryuka clan spell," Riyon instructed them as she stood up and proceeded to one side of the now established ruined area formed by the violet smoke. 

Facing Yamamoto, she began her explanation, "Yamamoto-taichou, based on my readings, I can confidently predict where the spell was casted. If we will take the exposure to the flames into consideration, we can say that they casted it here…"

Producing two small balls of light with her reiatsu, she marked two places above the area. Then she placed another one in front of the ruins. 

"There were three casters in total according to my calculations. As you can see, the ruined area consisted of five barracks and a training ground in the middle of it."

She paused for a while and gave Byakuya a worried look. 

"With a Class S level of destruction, I accurately presume that it was Hado Number 248 Death Inferno Flame spell."

"That is absurd! We only have until number 99 for our spells," reacted by a short haired woman with two long strands of hair wrapped in a bandage with gold circles on its end. She was wearing a captain's haori with the kanji of two imprinted on its back. 

Turning to the lady, Riyon gave her a sharp look. 

"Soi Fon taichou, our clan spells go way higher than 300 as what have stated in our history books."

Slowly returning her eyes to Byakuya, she continued explaining her findings. 

"I hate to say this, but Kuchiki-taichou, you've lost some elite men, women, and some children. To my calculations, around 71."

Knitting his eyebrows with this fresh devastating news, Byakuya clenched his fists. 

Uproars can be also heard from the lips of the other captains. 

"Silence!" 

The noise died down with a word from the Captain Commander.

Looking at her with a stern expression, he firmly asked, "Did you find the caster?"

"I went through a wide range sensing of spirit ribbons combing through every corner of Seireitei and Rukongai. However," she paused for a while while placing her hands on her chest. 

"It seems that it doesn't belong here."

"You know you will have to find them as soon as possible, am I right, Ryuka-taichou?" 

"I will see to it that I will find them. I will clear the name of my clan and," she paused again midway her sentence and gave Byakuya a glance, "I will help Kuchiki-taichou in finding justice for his people. That's why…"

With conviction, she looked at each captain one by one before finally fixing her eyes on the Captain Commander. 

"I will be needing your strength as the Gotei 13 to help me in finding the culprit."

There was a brief dead air before the Captain Commander gave his reply, "Gotei 13 will aid you, but you will be the one solely responsible resolving this issue."

"I take full responsibility. To begin with," she walked towards the captain wearing black and white stripes face paint and gold headdress,  "I will be needing your help, Kurotsuchi-taichou."

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look | empiricism

"Plus ultra!" Present Mic yelled from the presentation stage. You mumbled the catchphrase under your breath, promptly standing up and stretching. Before the two people in between you and the aisle could stand and block your way out, you crammed yourself in between their legs and the seat in front of them to leave.

A breath slipped through your lips as you stared up at the mock city in front of you in awe. It was fascinating how someone could re-build such a life-like structure year after another, its only purpose being destruction. Chatter rose from the examinees, triggering thoughts of disapproval from you. 'Why can't they just stretch in silence instead of catching up with friends?' A bitter taste settled in your mouth as you felt a pang inside of your chest. Were you jealous? Amiability and opportunity were always things you had been deprived of as a child, leaving many doors unopened. The only companion you had known as a youth was your adoptive brother, Woojin. There was a three year age gap, and he had entered U.A. when he was fifteen, just as you were about to.

The large gates creaked open, symbolizing one last burst of opportunity. This was a huge part of the test, and you would probably need to pass to enter the school. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the lump beginning to form in your throat before taking off into the structure, but god did you hate running. Flustered sounds came from the other potential students as they attempted to catch up to you. It was to no avail. Your speed didn't seem as impressive when you were alone, running in a large back yard. By the time anyone else had stepped foot in the city-scape, you had demolished the first five robots at the door, successfully racking up nine points.

Roughly nine minutes later, a loud creaking noise came from your left. Once you released the three-pointer suspended in the air, you turn over to see the infamous robot worth zero points, therefor none of your time was to be wasted on it. You had not kept track of the points acquired, but it was surely enough to pass based on your observations of the other students. Glancing back at the newly created rubble from the fragmented machine in front of you, you caught a glimpse of a girl entangled in debris. Directing your quirk at her, you envisioned another robot lifting up the zero-pointer. A bead of sweat rolled down your cheek as the artificial robot took physical form, pushing the other in your direction. Surprised noises came from the students on the other side, loud enough for you to hear in the back half of the exam area. The one created for the exam was lifted further into the air, lugged along by yours.

A figure shot up into the sky, rapidly gaining speed toward the zero pointer. Sighing, you continued pulling it in your direction in a more urgent manner. "People really do try to steal credit for others' work, just like in the books..."

Before the person could make contact with the machine, he began to fall. A fist had previously been poised in the position to punch the exam robot, but now his arms flapped helplessly in the wind as he nosed-dived toward the ground. A broken piece of a robot began to float beneath the large one that was now behind you, a girl with her hand outstretched sitting on top of it. His body looked weak. Utterly helpless, even. You almost felt pity, for a second. But you continued doing your job as a future hero and had your machine raise the robot higher in the air before dropping it, effectively crushing the piece of trash.

"And, stop!" The same booming voice from ten minutes before yelled through the microphone, drawing out the first word longer than necessary. The girl and boy were no where to be seen when you turned back to them. Letting out a loud, clipped sigh, you stood and dusted the dirt off of your knees. An old lady pushed her way through the crowd about one hundred feet in front of you, where the zero pointer originally was. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to what looked like the ground at your angle, but the boy who had attempted to punch the robot stood up from the space a few seconds later. Another whine left your lips as you began to walk in their direction. Your knees felt as though they were about to break, but walking was the only option, as you couldn't lift yourself off of the ground.

"Oh, it was you who made the second robot appear out of nowhere!" A boy with blue hair pointed in your direction, eagerly walking over to meet you by the old lady who identified as Recovery Girl. "I am Iida Tenya, I hope to make your acquaintance. I saw you run in when Present Mic told us that the time had started! Your speed is remarkable..." He let out a pant in jest.

"Thank you. That's a lot coming from someone with engines in his calves. I never thought it was that impressive until I saw how slow all of the other potential students were.... I suppose I overestimated the future generation of heroes." Your face was impassive at his open expression of shock. "I suggest you keep your face devoid of emotion when you encounter villains. You wouldn't want to give off too many of your feelings, correct?"

His eyes hardened at your words, seemingly taking in your advice. "It almost sounds as if you're a villain yourself... I will keep that in mind. Would you mind telling me your name?"

"Choi Yunseo, but I prefer being called '(Y/n)'. Japanese honorifics are unnecessary. I hope to see you in U.A."

"You as well, (Y/n)." Iida looked at you skeptically as you walked towards the exit of the city-scape. His thoughts drifted back and forth between you and his score, becoming more and more curious about you as the day continued.

"Hello, Young Choi! This is a projection!" All Might yelled on the wall, light shining out of a circular container. You winced at the surname he addressed you with, noting the fact that you would have to correct your instructors in person when you inevitably make it in. "You actually placed first in the entrance exam, both in the written and practical sections... And it seems that you've been home schooled? Well, you must have a very nice curriculum." The projection flashed to a board of scores, you in first with 70 villain points and 57 rescue points. Someone named "Bakugou Katsuki" was in second place. "You beat Young Bakugou by 50 whole points, Choi! Be ready for him to go off on the first day, though. I don't think you should tell him your name, for your own safety. Anyway, check the packet that carried the projectional device for more details. Good luck, Young Ch-"

You cut off the video before he could say your legal name once again. "Why was he admitted to a hero school if I'm going to be in danger for surpassing him in skill...?"

"Please take your feet off of the desk, Bakugou! It is disrespectful to our elders and the fine craftsman who built the desks solely for our usage." The first thing you witnessed in your high school career was Iida reprimanding another student, presumably named "Bakugou" for resting his feet on a desk. 'As in... that Bakugou?'

"Shut it, fuckface. What middle school are you even from?" The blonde boy replied, albeit harshly.

"I am from Somei Priva- oh, hello, (Y/n)! I see you made it in!" Iida turned his attention to your annoyed figure in the doorway.

"Hi, Iida. But... Bakugou, is it? Are you not the kid who placed second... behind me?" A smirk fell onto your cheeks as you let the tease slip out. By the once sentence you had heard him utter, it was made apparent that he would be interesting to pick at.

"Wait, so you're Yunseo? God, I thought I would have to wait until attendance to bash your fucking face in..." With the last few words, he made a few flashes of orange energy appear next to his head, standing up.

"Oh, so you have an explosive quirk? Good to know... By the way, you shouldn't threaten people when you're in the hero course. Nor should you reveal your abilities when around a potential opponent, not that I fall into that category." The smirk slid off of your face as you restored your usual, cool demeanor. Turning away from Bakugou, you turned to walk to a seat. "Also, I prefer being called '(Y/n)'."

"Huh? Should I really be taking advice from a whore?" A few whispers started up in the quiet classroom.

"Is that because you find my body appealing? If so, the feeling isn't mutual, babe." With that, you continued walking to an open seat in the back of the classroom, which happened to be near a student with heterochromatic eyes. Your eyes narrowed as a vague feeling of recognition washed over you, but no further thoughts were spared on the matter.

Iida's face resembled a peach, at that point. A burst of laughter snorted out of his nose, effectively gaining Bakugou's attention. The latter boy's eyes had been following you as you moved to the back of the room, plotting revenge.

"Bro, you just obliterated him. No pun intended." Another male student chuckled from behind your seat. "I'm Kaminari Denki, by the way. And you are?"

"(Y/n)." Turning around to Kaminari, you took note of his features. His blond hair was slightly long, a black zig-zag which seemed to resemble a lightning bolt in his bangs. A small, button nose rested in the middle of his face, golden eyes above it. He was attractive, but not too eye-catching. Good combination.

"That's cool. May I have your number? You're kinda cute." He shot a wink down at you, hands resting on the back of your seat.

You pulled out a piece of paper from your backpack and quickly jotted down your cell phone number, handing it back to the boy. "I don't use my phone that much, so you might be ignored."

His face fell slightly at the last comment, but it quickly restored it's earlier vibrancy. "'Aight, but what's your quirk? If you don't mind me asking..."

"Did you not hear me talking to Bakugou about how he shouldn't unnecessarily reveal his quirk? I tend to follow my own advice." Your head fell to the side in annoyance.

"Did I just hear my name?!" The explosive blonde screeched from his seat up in the front of the classroom.

"Yes, you did." You spoke passively, not moving your attention from Kaminari. "Anyway, you will probably have to wait and see what my quirk is from when we do some sort of... training? I'm not entirely sure how this school works, yet."

"Deal, as long as you explain afterwards." He stuck his hand out for you to shake. Your nose scrunched slightly at the gesture, but you reached over nonetheless.

"Haha, that would ruin its abilities." With that, he walked away. Then, the room went quiet.

"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down." A shaggy-haired man groaned at the doorway as he crawled out of a sleeping bag. "I'm Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher. I'm not going to waste time on learning your names, get dressed into your gym clothes and get outside to the grounds."

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