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Master List
I feel like I should get this made before I post to many stories and since most of my work is not one-shots this may be a good idea. So I will keep a list of all my published works so far and the links to their story/chapter.
~ One-shots ~
Pink and Lavender(Bleach)
When Sparks Fly (Fairy Tail)
Blue Shadow (reincarnated as a slime)
Magenta (Tokyo Revengers)
~ Stories ~
Morbid Curiosity (complete)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Little Mouse
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Pandora's Gift
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Lyrical Abstraction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Did I write over 10,000 words today? Yes. Did a single word go towards my current posted works? No. My poor current abused active stories. Sorry to my current readers who are gonna have to wait longer for a new chapter. My brain is on a kick for a new story. This one though I’m gonna keep nice and short, I promise lol.
Unraveled Threads
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, CNC/rape elements, rope bondage, fingering, sex.
Summary: Tamsy is distracted. He doesn't enjoy being distracted so he decides to play around a little with his new distracting toy. Even if she is not yet aware that she is a distraction or about to be Tamsy's new toy.
So new hyperfixation is that I have started Gachiakuta. I also have a Enjin one shot in the work too
Word count: 3039
The tension had been a silent, coiling thing. It had wrapped around Tamsy’s throat like a wire, not from the peril of the mission they had just executed, that was already metabolized and filed away, but from the crushing expectation of professionalism now demanded during the post-op wash-up.
The front lobby was empty beside the woman sitting in her chair behind her desk. The mission report rolling from the woman’s tongue, a blur of static and monotone voice cataloging efficiency and compliance to his ears. Tamsy stood back among his comrades.
He barely even notices when Semiu stands up and greets them. The receptionist stood directly in front of the small group, her posture rigid with administrative authority. Tamsy was supposed to be digesting her precise summary of data retrieval protocols and what other comments she had to make. Instead, his gaze was tracing the subtle contours of a uniform standing before him, the uniform was stretched over her back, a mindless, almost meditative focus on structure rather than the content of the discussion going on around him. Typically he was better than this.
He couldn’t help himself. The dull, precise cadence of Semiu’s voice blended into a low, meaningless drone. He missed every single word of praise and all other comments. His silence was only covered by the procedural rigidity of the moment.
Semiu offered a tight, mandated smile. “Excellent work, Cleaners. You have done a great job.”
The formality of the room instantly dissipated with the words that told them they were now free to go. Tamsy felt a rush of air as a subtle, far more compelling presence shifted beside him.
She moved with the loose, post-adrenaline grace of someone who had faced death and dismissed it. She was slim, of average height, her medium-length ginger hair currently down, falling softly around a pair of large orange eyes. Typically she wasn’t anything fancy or all that difference from the other cleaners. Yet she still had the power to pull him towards her.
“Ugh I could use a good soak after all this,” she murmured, stretching subtly, causing the material of her under suit to catch the light. “My left shoulder’s aching a little.”
Delmon bellows his concern into all their ears as he frets over her but she only waves him off as she gives her shoulders a roll. He simply told Delmon to be quiet, but it was ignored like always.
“If it hurts in the morning you should go see Eishia,” Tamsy replied, the words thick and slow, trying to re-engage the conversational mask. He shifted his weight, the stiff tassels holding his hair swinging slightly over his shoulders.
They exited the lobby to start down the corridors of the facility wrapping around them. Tamsy walked beside her initially, attempting to project casual camaraderie. The team breaks apart fast, everyone having somewhere else to get to, or most just wanting to return to their rooms or hit the mess hall for some food.
He didn’t have anywhere to be, and he wasn’t sure she did either, though it didn’t matter as he would have followed her anyways. But then Yuzuha laughed, a low genuine sound that echoed briefly in the empty hall and broke the silence. She began discussing the ridiculous, overly sweet candy she was craving and how she hoped Dear didn’t eat it all.
And Tamsy was lost.
His gaze hooked onto the line of her cheek as she turned her smile towards him. He watched the way her ginger hair brushed her collarbone as she turned her head to emphasize a point. His mind, usually sharp as a freshly honed blade, dulled to a thick, warm sludge, focused entirely on the organic presence of her next to him.
“I should just nab some on the next shipment and hide it in my room,” Yuzuha concluded, turning slightly to face the door marked with her designation.
“I wonder what’s for dinner tonight?” She was talking more to herself then him. She pressed her hand to the doorknob, waiting for the soft click allowing entry.
Tamsy nodded mutely, his stride unbroken. One step. Two steps. He passed his own door, which was yards before hers. He continued past the turning-off point, past the ventilation shafts, following the faint scent of ozone and Yuzuha's specific, floral shampoo.
He only stopped when the door to her room slid open, and Yuzuha stepped inside, turning back to seal the hatch, only to find him standing perhaps two feet away, silent, his yellow eyes wide and unblinking, having followed her right to the threshold. Pulsing only in the doorway while she continued into the room. No cares given that he was still there as she yapped about food and what she hoped was available. He knew he should have stepped away, and yet he was drawn into her room like a moth to a flame.
His eyes remained on her as she removed her gear, watching the disciplined flex of muscle under her grey uniform. The air around them was thick, not just with the stink of trash, but with something hotter, more primal. It was a current that had been building since they’d fought back-to-back against a snarling Trash Beast, a shared pulse of violence that now demanded a different kind of release.
He saw the subtle shift in her breathing, the way her nostrils flared just enough to take in more of the scent of him. She was always so contained, so fucking reserved. It made the thought of unraveling her the most compelling mission of his day.
He didn’t move from his spot, simply let his distaff, Tokushin, unfurl from his hand. The blue threads slithered across the grated floor like living things, their movement a whisper against the industrial hum. They didn’t lash out, no they ascended. They coiled around her wrists with an intimacy that was more possessive than violent, lifting her arms high above her head and binding them to a heavy condensation slick pipe with a soft, final click.
Another thread, cooler than the air, wrapped around each of her ankles, pulling with inexorable strength until her legs were spread, planting her feet firmly apart on the cold floor. She was utterly exposed, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was no longer so steady, the thin fabric of her top straining with each breath.
A sharp, surprised sound escaped her and yet it was not a protest, but an acknowledgment. A granting of permission to his ears.
“Tamsy,” her voice a husky whisper.
He closed the distance between them now, his boots silent on the metal grating. The facade of the kind cleaner was gone, shed like a useless coat. What remained was the raw, cruel flicker of the truth of him, his scar a pale river delta mapping a history of violence down his neck.
“Do you want to be freed?” he murmured, his voice a rough caress as he stopped just inches from her. “Surely you can free yourself.”
He was taunting her, they both knew how his jinki worked. He didn’t kiss her, not yet at least. That would be too kind. He owned this moment, and he would take his pleasure precisely as he wanted it. His hand, calloused and strong, came up to cup her through her pants. The fabric was rough, but he could feel the shocking heat of her beneath it, a furnace stoked and waiting. He pressed the heel of his palm hard against her, a deliberate, grinding pressure that made her hips jerk against the restraint of his threads as a strangled moan escaped her lips.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me, aren’t you,” he observed, his tone clinical, dissecting. “All that competence. All that discipline. It’s just a shell for this, isn’t it? For wanting to be put in your place.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and the panties beneath, dragging them down her legs in one brutal, efficient motion. The air, cool and dank, washed over her newly bared skin, and he watched the fine hairs on her thighs rise. He left the fabric tangled around her knees, a further barrier, a further testament to her helplessness.
He knelt.
The view was obscene and perfect. The pale, smooth skin of her inner thighs, the dark, neat triangle of ginger hair, and the glistening, swollen evidence of her arousal. He didn’t dive in. He took his time, running the backs of his knuckles up the sensitive skin, feeling the tremble that ran through her whole body at the touch. Her pants for breathe filling the room.
“Look at you,” he breathed, his hot breath ghosting over her most intimate flesh, making her clench involuntarily. “Open and waiting. My good little slut.”
Then his mouth was on her.
It wasn’t soft, it was a claim. His tongue, broad and flat, licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance all the way up to the throbbing apex of her pleasure. The taste of her exploded on his tongue, musky, sweet, uniquely her. A deep, guttural sound tore from her throat, a raw noise he was sure she’d never expected to have drawn from her.
He set a ruthless rhythm, his hands gripping her hips to help hold her still as he feasted on her. He used the tip of his tongue to circle her clit with tight, punishing circles before sucking the sensitive bud into the heat of his mouth. She was bucking against his hold, her bound wrists pulling taut against the thick threads, a string of ragged pleas and curses falling from her lips.
“Tamsy… fuck… right there… don’t stop…”
He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, burying them to the knuckle in her slick, tight heat. She cried out, the sound echoing off the metal walls. Her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers, trying to clench, to pull him deeper. He crooked them, seeking out that rough patch inside her that made her vision whiten. When he found it, he pressed hard, fucking her with his fingers in a steady, driving pace that matched the relentless work of his tongue.
He could feel her coiling tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point. Her breathing was a ragged sob, her entire body trembling on the precipice. He redoubled his efforts, sucking harder, fucking faster, and then he growled against her dripping flesh, the vibration tipping her over the edge.
“Come for me. Now.”
The command was all she needed. Her orgasm ripped through her, a silent, seismic event. Her body bowed against the threads, a strangled scream lodged in her throat as waves of pure sensation obliterated every thought, every ounce of her famed control. He didn’t let up, working her through the shattering convulsions until she was limp, hanging from her bonds, spent and shuddering.
Tamsy rose slowly, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, his own arousal a painful, demanding pressure against his pants. He looked down at her, at the utterly wrecked, blissful expression on her face.
“That,” he said, his voice thick with his own need, “was just the first course.” His fingers went to the button of his pants.
The taste of her was still on his tongue, a dark, sweet tang that fueled the fire in his blood. He watched her, a beautiful, broken thing suspended in his web, her chest still heaving from the aftershocks. The hum of the headquarters was a dull drone against the sharp, ragged sound of her breathing. He unbuttoned his pants with a slow, deliberate twist of his fingers, the fabric falling away to free his erection, which stood thick and demanding against the cool air.
“You look perfect like this,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the space between them. “All that tight control shattered. Just for me.”
He didn’t touch himself. He walked a slow circle around her bound form, a predator admiring his prey. His fingers trailed along the inside of her thigh, tracing the damp skin where his mouth had been. She flinched, a fresh tremor moving through her spent muscles.
“But we’re not nearly done,” he purred. He stopped behind her, his presence a palpable heat against her back. “I want more of you.”
With a flick of his wrist, the blue threads of Tokushin responded. The bonds at her ankles and wrists shifted, the ones at her feet let go of her, only to new ones to wrap around her again, this time the ropes were higher up, cinching around her thighs. The threads on her wrists went taut, pulling with a gentle, inexorable force, lifting her. Her gasp was a sharp intake of breath as her weight left the floor, the muscles in her shoulders tensing beautifully. The threads rearranged, turning her in mid-air until she was facing away from him, suspended, bent slightly at the waist, offering herself to him. Her pants were still a twisted constraint at her knees, anchoring her helplessness.
The fucking view. From behind, the elegant line of her spine dipped into the perfect, pale curves of her ass. Between them, he could see the glistening, swollen evidence of her first climax, the slickness he’d drawn from her coating her inner thighs. He ran a single, possessive finger along her soft skin, from the base of her spine to the very heart of her, and she jerked in her bonds, a muffled sound escaping her.
“Tamsy,”
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper as he positioned himself behind her. He gripped his cock, stroking himself slowly, smearing the bead of moisture at his tip along his length. He pressed the broad head against her, not entering, just applying pressure at her entrance, teasing the hypersensitive flesh. “Use your words.”
She was silent for a moment, her discipline a ghost trying to reassert itself. He applied more pressure, a blunt, unyielding threat of penetration. Her resistance broke.
“I want… I want you to fuck me,” she breathed out, the words seeming to cost her. “Please. Fuck me, Tamsy.”
The please did it. A raw groan tore from his throat. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the firm muscle, and in one long, relentless thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
Her back arched, a silent scream stretching her lips. The feeling was catastrophic. He was so fucking thick, stretching her, filling her in a way that erased everything else. The initial shock of the intrusion melted into a wave of blinding, full sensation. She was so wet, so ready for him, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around the sudden, delicious invasion.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his head falling back. “You take me so fucking good. Like you were made for this. For my cock.”
He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He set a brutal, punishing pace from the start, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her yielding heat. The slick, wet sound of their joining was obscenely loud in the barren room, a rhythm punctuated by his guttural curses and her sharp, choked cries. Each thrust rocked her entire suspended body, the threads humming with the transferred energy.
He leaned over her, draping his body along her back, one hand sliding around to her front, finding the stiff peak of her nipple through her top and pinching it hard. His mouth found the side of her neck, teeth scraping against the salt-damp skin.
“You feel that? Every fucking inch. I’m so deep in you.”
She could only nod, her world reduced to the sensation of being utterly claimed, speared open, and filled. Her earlier climax had only primed her, leaving her nerves raw and screamingly sensitive. Every drag of his cock against her inner walls, every time his hips met the curve of her ass with a solid smack, sent new jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core. A second, tighter coil of tension began to wind deep inside her, far more intense than the first.
“I can feel you getting tighter,” he growled into her ear, his breath hot. “You’re going to come again. You’re going to come on my cock while I fucking own you.”
His fingers left her breast and slid down her stomach, through the slickness on her thighs, and found the aching nub of her clit. He pressed a circling thumb against it, the pressure direct and ruthless.
It was too much. The fullness, the friction, the precise devious touch. Her orgasm detonated without warning, a silent, supernova burst that turned her vision white. Her body seized, clamping down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses that milked his length. A raw, ragged scream was torn from her lungs, echoing off the metal walls.
The feeling of her convulsing around him shattered his own control. With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he buried himself as far as he could go and came, his own groan a savage sound of release. Heat flooded her, pulse after pulse, marking her, filling her with the physical proof of his possession. He held himself there, locked inside her, as the waves of his pleasure slowly, gradually, subsided.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing and the ever-present hum of the HQ. He slowly softened inside her, but made no move to pull out. He nuzzled the sweat-damp hair at her temple.
“Still so tight,” he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. He gave a shallow, experimental thrust, feeling her body grip him even in the aftermath.
He was almost tempted to go again instantly. But if they took too long they may miss out on dinner. He may not have cared, but he knew she would. He could always return to his little toy at another time. He slowly leaned back from her before stepping back. His eyes instantly drawn down to watch his cum dripping from her abused pussy. Oh yes, he would have to do this again.
“We should get cleaned up if we don’t wanna miss dinner,” he said as he gave a flick of his wrist and his threads let her body slowly lower her back to the ground as she stood on shaky legs.
Fuck he was going to grow hard again just watching her. He turned his attention to pulling his pants back up and adjusting his uniform back into place. Yes he would be back for more.
Pandora's Gift Ch. 48
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.
Word count: 3114
Last Chapter
As Sakaki expected she was returning to an erupting volcano of anger. She had barely gotten two steps into the agency and the angry blonde was on her. She was pretty sure Kirishima had given Bakugou the heads up that she was on her way back to the agency. With a coffee cup in hand she took a long slow sip at it as she stopped just barely inside the agency as she watched the blonde storm towards her.
“What the hell were you thinking? Where the hell did you go?” His face was already beet red by the time he reached her.
“I went for a coffee,” she said simply as she raised the cup in her hand up to show it off. She had hoped the coffee in her hand would make for a nice cover up. After all she had no desire to tell anyone where she had actually gone during that little escapade.
“I don’t care. Why the hell did you leave?” He growled at her.
“As I said I just wanted a coffee. You were busy throwing a tantrum. Kirishima was on patrol. I don’t need a babysitter,” she growled at him as she moved her coffee cup away from him as he moved to swat it away from her.
“You still should have taken someone with you,” he was yelling in her face.
“I’m not dragging some sidekick around with me. I can defend myself. I do not need you, Kirishima, or some sidekick. I was not attacked this time. And if I ever am attacked again, then I will handle it myself. I am not some weak omega that needs to be coddled Bakugou. I am a hero just like you. I went through three hellish years of UA just like you. And I do not work for you,” she returned his yelling with her own raised tone. She did not back down even as the smell of burnt sugar was burning her nose. She even went as far as to poke him in the chest.
Of course Bakugou would not back down either. There was no one more stubborn than Bakugou. Well maybe Sakaki, which was the issue. The two were a hairline away from attacking each other. The saving grace for them and the poor agency lobby was the fact that the door behind Sakaki flew open and Kirishima nearly ran into her in his own excitement to get into the agency.
“Woah, hold on you two. Maybe take a step back and take a few breath’s,” Kirishima said as he skidded around Sakaki to stand beside them and proceeded to put a hand in front of them both as he tried to force the two yelling hero’s apart.
“Move it shitty hair,” the blonde snarls but Kirishima stood his ground not put off by the rude sounding nickname which Bakugou had been using since UA nor by the snarl and fangs that were flashed at him in warning from the blonde.
Even Sakaki had to bite her tongue from telling Kirishima to back off as well. This was her fight with Bakugou and she did not want to be stopped from ripping the alpha a new asshole. But she knew that Kirishima was the calm and collected one from the group and that if she and Bakugou started to physically fight in the front of the lobby of their agency then there would be hell to pay later. Not only in damaged property to the place but there could be a chance of a civilian seeing, and something being caught on camera. That could be a career ender for them both.
Taking a slow deep breath she took a step back so Kirishima’s hand left her upper shoulder that had been used as a barrier to help pry the two apart. Bakugou on the other hand was still a snarling dog as he glared at his best friend.
“Bakugou either cool it or take this elsewhere,” Kirishima said softly trying not to aggravate the angry alpha before him but he also stood his ground not backing down.
Sakaki liked the second option that Kirishima offered. And without a word she pushed her coffee cup into Kirishima’s hand and then turned on her heel and started across the lobby and towards the first training room door she could reach. She could tell she grabbed both men’s attention when the snarling stopped almost instantly. Loud heavy boot stomps quickly followed after her after a quick hiss at Kirishima had the redhead hang back and watch the two storm off to the training room where he knew they were going to take out their anger on each other. He just hoped they didn’t get too rough with each other.
“Do you think we should have an ambulance waiting for them when they are done?” The question came from a soft and concerned voice that walked up towards Kirishima. A glance over his shoulder showed his young sidekick who had been on patrol and had witnessed the entire thing after following Kirishima into the agency.
“Nah Bakugou is worked up but he would never actually hurt Sakaki. And even if Sakaki is pissed off she still keeps a very level head. Just leave them alone for an hour or two and I’m sure they will work their anger out,” Kirishima said with a deep chuckle.
Sakaki walked quickly into the room and headed out into the middle. Bakugou was only seconds behind her. His loud boot steps made it easy to tell where he exactly was. The second she heard the door close and they were alone she turned on her heel and jumped at him. Swinging her right leg at him. Which he blocked easy enough.
“I am sick and tired of you treating me like a weak child,” she snarled at him as he blocked her attack. His own snarl returned now that there was no reason to stop or hold back.
“I’m not treating you like a child,” Bakugou argued. Which just made her more irritated as she started to swing punches and kicks not allowing him a chance to do anything but block.
“Yes you are. You babysit me every minute of the day. You won’t let me leave the house or agency alone. I can protect myself,” she yelled at him as she slammed her palm into his chest. Forcing the air from his lung’s and forcing him to stagger a step back.
“A fucking gang leader wants your head. You are in danger,” he growled at her before taking his chance to step forwards and swing a right hook at her which she dodged.
“I don’t fucking care. You think Taoka is the only person alive who wants my head on a platter? No. Like you I am a hero, many villains want me dead. It’s a hazard of this job,” she growled as she worked to dodge his punches.
“I don’t care. The man has a hit out on you. That puts you in active danger any time you're out on the street,” this yelling match was going nowhere as the two took turns throwing blows at one another and dodging.
“So what? I defeated the last guy who attacked me and I will do it again. I do not need you or anyone else to protect me,” she snapped with her top lip curled back to show off her tiny fangs.
“I do not care if you can win your own fights I will not risk it,” Bakugou snarls as he steps in closer for a grapple. Sakaki takes the opportunity to dodge his grip and step in closing the distance between them before she hooks her foot behind one of Bakugou’s ankles and rips it out from under him. Causing the blonde to topple to the matted floor below. Sakaki took this opportunity to straddle him as she attempted to pin his larger form to the floor.
“It is not your risk to take. If I am willing to take the risk then that is all that matters. And I will be the one to live with the consequences,” she said with a warning snap of her short fangs.
Bakugou did not appreciate her not understanding his unsaid words. With a low growl his grip adjusted to grab at her wrists before a buck of his hips and a twist of his body had the two rolling across the floor a few times till Bakugou powered his way on top to glare down at her.
“I don’t care. I will not risk your safety and that is the end of this argument. You will not pull this stunt again. You will not go anywhere alone. I do not care if you do not like it,” Bakugou growled at her.
“You can not force me. You are not my alpha. I do not have to do anything you demand,” she growled at him attempting to try and get one leg up and between their bodies to kick him off. But Bakugou just shifted lower leaving no room between their bodies for her to attempt to kick him off or wiggle out from under him.
“You are currently working with this agency. That means that my agency and by that myself are responsible for you. I will not risk you,” Bakugou was growing tired of repeating himself to the dense omega beneath him who could not understand his feelings on the matter.
Sakaki growled and knocked her head against the mats slightly. It hurt a bit but she welcomed the pain as she felt herself growing tired of arguing over the same matters and getting nowhere. She finally let out a groan and let her body go slack beneath him. They were both too stubborn for their own good.
“I wanna be able to go get coffee once and a while without a babysitter. During the day I should be fine. Your agency is just a few buildings away from the coffee shop, and during the middle of the day only morons would think to attack me. I need to have some breathing room once and a while. We both do. Bakugou we are at each other's throats, we can’t keep fighting like this,” she said, the fight quickly leaving her as she attempts to reason with him like a more reasonable adult. After all they were both twenty five, it was about time they started acting like it.
“No. And that’s final I will not change my mind,” he growled at her. Which just had her let out an exaggerated sigh.
“Then keep that anger of yours in check. We can not be having fights like this every day. And especially not in the front lobby. If people from outside the agency sees we could both be in trouble. I don’t care about my reputation, but you and Kirishima are climbing the ranks fast. Infighting in the agency will hurt you both,” Sakaki said, still trying to reason with the temperamental gremlin that had her pinned to the floor.
Finally the growling subsided and she watched Bakugou finally calm down enough to actually use that brain of his. And she knew it functioned. Bakugou was smart, as much as she hated to admit it. But those brains of his flew out the window the second the alpha got angry. And finally the blonde was calming down enough for him to think again as he frowned at her and she may almost think he was pouting.
“Well if you simply did as you were told then there would be no need for me to get mad at you,” Bakugou shot back at her, sounding still like a punitive child.
“You can not force someone to do things Bakugou,” she said with an exhausted sigh. This was an endless battle with him.
“Watch me,” he said, the corner of his lips curling up. His tone was no longer loud and rude. Instead his tone had become playful. Well this was one way to stop the fight. And she was not going to argue as her own lips curled up. It seemed they could both be so easily distracted.
A playful roll of his hips nearly had her whimper. He was being a tease and Bakugou knew it. Yet Sakaki bit into her bottom lip to keep from allowing any noises to escape her. Which only had Bakugou’s smirk growing wider as he took her silence as a challenge.
“Where did all that fight go?” Bakugou teased her as he watched her struggle to remain silent even as she could feel Bakugou growing hard against her left hip.
“You are such a dick,” she tried desperately to keep from moaning as she rolled her eyes at him. Should she maybe question why it seems almost every time they fight it ends with them fucking? Or the fact that they were in the middle of the floor of the training room, in the agency. This was becoming a bad habit. And yet it was a habit she did not want to break at this exact minute.
“What if someone walks in?” She asked, feeling an ever so slight bit of worry at the idea of being caught with their pants around their ankles, rather literally.
“Kirishima won’t let that happen,” Bakugou said, sounding far too confident in his statement as he leaned down to kiss along her neck before finding one of her scent patches. He growled softly at it before he was ripping his gloves off and then ripped the offending patch off in one swift pull. Which surprised her more than hurt but still it was not exactly pleasant on her swollen gland.
“Fucking Hell! Be a little more gentle there,” she hissed and growled, not enjoying the abuse even as his lips kissed over the sore skin that he caused.
When she saw his other hand start to move up she was ready this time and quickly slapped his hand away from her. She also gave a light warning growl which just earned her a low chuckle from the man who was showering her neck with kisses. She grumbled a simple I’ll do it, as she reached up to more gently peel the patch off of her tender scent gland.
She had to admit it did feel so much better to have the patch removed. Especially now that she could feel her body squirm beneath him. A quickly growing need had her craving the alpha above her. And her sweet scent of chocolate and strawberries was calling to him now that he could smell her again.
“Have I ever told ya how much I hate those damn patches?” It was a rhetorical question. Bakugou did not hide his hatred for her scent patches. Hell not very long ago in her own bathroom he had gotten mad about her about to put two on just to head back to his place after suffering a drop.
“Yes you have. But it doesn’t matter I will continue to wear them,” she said even as that earned her a low growl and a hard roll of his hard cock into her hip which nearly had her eyes roll back. She probably would have been strong enough to not react if it had not been for the fact that his lips latched onto her scent gland and he was giving the tender skin a hard suck that her back arched. She couldn’t hold back the gluttonous moan she let out. One hand gripped at his shoulder and the other grabbed at a handful of soft blonde spikes.
Her head tilted back attempting to give Bakugou more access to her neck as he proceeded to tease and suck at the tender flesh of her scent gland. She knew this could be dangerous. One swift bite and he could sink his fangs deep into her tender flesh. Marking her as his. Maybe she put too much trust in the man. But if he never claimed her while she had been in heat with him then she assumed he should have no issues controlling himself now as they teased one another.
Her own hips rolled up off the floor to be able to grind her hip against the hard strain in his pants. She was about ready to start ripping at his hero costume. Hell her fingers were already working at the utility belt around his waist before they both froze as the door to the training room hesitantly cracked open.
“Sorry to interrupt but we got an S.O.S that came in from a hero that’s only a few streets over requesting assistance in a villain attack. We all need to head out,” Kirishima’s voice called out from the open door but nobody was visible. Had she not been ready to die of embarrassment she would have laughed.
But hearing they were needed for hero work had the two quickly pulling apart. Well so much for them going to blow off all that pent up energy. But at least she could take her anger out on some villains in exchange. She let go of Bakugou as he pulled away and climbed to his feet.
“What information do we have on the attack,” Bakugou barked out as he stood up and readjusted his growing soft cock before adjusting his hero costume.
“Five villains robbed a convenience store. But they didn’t get far when the hero’s on patrol in the area spotted the robbery in progress. Overclock and Rock Lock engaged the villains who attempted to flee and are making their way towards our agency. The request that we intervene in the villain's path was given,” Sakaki stood up and dusted off her own costume. Glancing down at the ground she spotted her two scent patches sitting on the ground, dirty and unusable. She wondered if Bakugou would let her run to the locker room and grab fresh ones? Based on the fact he was almost already at the exit to the training room and looked like a man on a mission, she assumed the answer would be no. Maybe she should just start carrying scent patches on her person from now on. Oh well there was no time to stress about that as she ran to catch up with Bakugou who was standing in front of Kirishima.
“Well what are ya just standing there for? Let’s get going,” Bakugou barks out the order before pushing past Kirishima and storming towards the front of the agency forcing Kirishima and Sakaki to run after him and out of the agency.
Lyrical Abstraction Ch. 26
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping, torture, ptsd, trauma, depression, mentions of death, Aoi is anti hero and anti hero society.
Word count: 3320
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Once dressed in some comfortable clothes Izuku had returned to the living room to join her on the couch. Aoi could not deny her sour mood was very much still sitting heavy on her own shoulders. Or maybe it was the sleepless night and the exhaustion that had her still feeling rather grumpy. She did not even force a fake smile when Izuku had joined her on the couch. With some movie already going on the tv. She honestly had not even paid a lot of attention to what she had tossed on the tv. The only thing that had mattered was that she was not just sitting there in the silence. But even with the tv filling the room with a little noise she still found her eyes drifting over to look in the direction of the front door.
What was it that kept drawing her attention towards the front door even when she could not visibly see it? It is as if she expects the door to suddenly fly off the hinges once again. And for the man of her nightmares to suddenly stroll into the apartment. She was a complete nervous wreck even while doing something as simple as sitting in the living room attempting to relax and just watch a movie. But her body and mind seemed to refuse to relax. Her mind just kept replaying what could happen and what did happen. She was so engulfed in her own head that she had not even noticed when Izuku had joined her.
It was not till she felt the couch dip and shift that she jumped and whipped her head over to the large green haired man who gave her an ever so soft sorry smile. He pitied her, she could see it in the sorry little smile he gave her. Could she blame him? Not really. She would give someone she scared who was a mental wreck the same look. And yet it still irritated her to be given such a look of pity. She did not want his pity. But then again what did she want from him? She did not want his pity. And his help gave her mixed feelings. She did not want most of his help. And yet when was the last time someone went out of their way to help her? That last person left her. Even he had ended up being selfish and choosing himself over her and left her alone in this cruel world after he had helped her so much. What is stopping Izuku from doing the same? Just because he was some hero did not mean he would continue to go out of his way to help her. Nor did it mean that he would ever put her above anyone else. If anything, being a hero meant he would put the world before her.
Ugh her head was starting to pound. Was it from the lack of sleep? Or was it from all the stress and overthinking? Probably both reasons and more were contributing to her headache. Turning her eyes over to the tv she at least attempted to make it look like she was watching whatever drama show she had on the tv. Izuku did not complain about the show she had picked, although it had simply been the first thing she had come to when turning on the tv. Still he did not ask to change the show as the two of them sat side by side simply sitting in silence with just the tv filling the room with any noise. Aoi assumed he was simply being nice and assumed that he had thought she wanted to watch whatever was on the tv. While in reality she was struggling to keep her eyes open. Her body softly leaned against the warm body beside her. For such a large and muscular body, Izuku was oddly comfortable to lean against. Maybe it was the feeling of safety he gave off? Or the fact that he was nice and warm to the touch. As much as she let her anger be directed at him, she could not deny the feelings of how he could almost sooth her racing mind with nothing more than his presence. Unlike this morning when she had curled up on his lap, she was able to allow sleep to wash over her. Her heavy eyelids drooping down and closing as she could not force them to stay open any longer as she curled up against Izuku’s side. Unaware of the way his bright green eyes had been watching her as she drifted off to sleep while her knees were tucked up against her chest and she leaned into his side.
How long she slept for she was not sure. But the sudden knock at the door had her jumping, and quite literally falling off the couch to land on her ass as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Of course the first thing to greet her was the completely surprised look of Izuku as he leaned over asking her if she was okay.
“Yeah I am fine,” she said, happy to take the outstretched hand Izuku offered before standing up as a second knock at the door alarmed her once again. Once again she jumped. Damn it she was more spooky than a damn alley cat.
“Coming,” Izuku called as he looked down at her as she had turned to glare towards the direction of the offending noise. Stupid knocking.
“Sorry you were asleep. Some friends of mine are stopping by quickly to drop some things off,” Izuku said, smiling softly. Before moving to the front door to go open it and let their company in. Aoi had followed behind slowly, happy to hide behind the large man as she glared at the front door as if it was going to open up and reveal a monster instead. Even though it would be incredibly hard for someone who was not a well known hero to just walk past an armed front doorman and security.
As the door opened, Izuku greeted two people. Peeking out from behind him Aoi took in the view of the two people. A man and woman. The man was tall, easily as tall as Izuku with a deep blue hair in a neat part over his left eye. His eye brows a dark blue as well though they reminded her of check marks. His blue eyes were behind some simple black rimmed glasses. He was karate-chopping the air with his left hand as he spoke. Aoi did not recognize the man, but Izuku seemed to clearly know both people as he had greeted them by name.
The woman standing beside the man though, was a semi recognizable face. Aoi most likely had seen the woman on the news or maybe they had ran across one another on the street even? Aoi could not name where she may have seen the woman but at least she did seem a little familiar. Still Aoi did not know either person, and she had not been paying Izuku any attention when he had greeted them. The woman was not the tallest. Though she was still taller than Aoi’s short little 161 cm stature. But then again they may have been pretty close with the brunette only a few centimeters taller than her. Her brunette hair reached her shoulders in an almost outgrown looking style bob. The front was longer than the back. Her cheeks looked to be almost consistent light pink, or maybe she loved a little too much blush in her makeup choice? Aoi didn’t know. Her body, even while clothed in civilian clothes, was clearly one that could make any woman jealous. She had curves in all the right places, a decent sized chest, and clearly strong arms and legs while not looking like she was some muscular gym rat. It almost made Aoi feel a little bad about her own stringy feeling body.
It seemed at that moment the woman had spotted Aoi glancing from behind Izuku as big brown eyes seemed to lock with her own chocolate brown ones.
“Oh Izuku, is this her?” The woman had suddenly said, completely interrupting the conversation the two men had been having. This in turn had both men stopping what they had been talking about to turn and look at the woman who was quickly uncomfortable with the attention of everyone on her.
“Oh yeah. This is my neighbor Sugahara Aoi. Aoi, these are two of my friends and coworkers. Ida Tenya and his wife Ochako. You may know them better by their hero names. He’s Ignium and she is Uravity,” Izuku had introduced the two newcomers to her. As so they were both heroes. That’s not really surprising, after all she had long ago suspected that the man did not have any non hero friends.
“We are kinda roommates now,” She had softly corrected when he had introduced her as his neighbor. Yeah they were no longer neighbors, but that was not an argument worth having at the moment. Forcing an ever so slight smile she bowed to both hero’s standing before her.
“It is very nice to meet you,” she said as she bowed to greet the two.
“It’s so nice to finally get to meet you. Deku and Shoto have spoken a lot about you,” the brunette woman was quick to step into the apartment and reach out to cup Aoi’s hands in hers in front of them. Okay Izuku talking about her was expected. But Shoto saying anything was a bit surprising, and honestly made her a little skeptical.
“I hope it’s all good things they Have said?” She asked softly though it was more of a rhetorical question. Yet the woman standing in front of her was quick to nod her head.
“Oh of course. Though Shoto said you were cute. He really did not give you enough credit. You are just so adorable,” the brunette was almost squealing as she stepped into Aoi’s personal space. Her face slightly heated up. Had she heard that right? Had Shoto actually said she was cute? Or maybe it was more so she was a little upset that it was not Izuku who had said she was cute that upset her. And what was that about Todoroki who was the one calling her cute?
“I believe it was Shoto who was actually teasing Izuku when he had called her cute after listening to Izuku describe her and said he had forgotten that part of the description. Shoto was simply teasing Izuku,” Ida had corrected his wife. Though that had not exactly helped soothe Aoi’s feelings over hearing that Shoto had still been the one to call her cute.
“So? Shoto wasn’t wrong. She is so adorable,” The brunette had said, glancing over at her husband. Poor Aoi was not sure how to handle the energetic and friendly woman who still had not yet let go of her hands. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Aoi turned to look at Izuku for some support . But what she saw was a blushing man who couldn’t meet her eye. God damn it now was not the time for him to be shy in her books. Well he was clearly going to be no help.
“Uhm can I have my hands back now?” She asked softly looking at the brunette standing before her. Ochako blushed softly and flashed her a quick smile as she let go of Aoi’s hands and allowed her to step back and away from the female hero.
“Sorry about that,” Ochako had said as she let go of the shorter woman and watched her as she stepped back. Aoi didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was now hiding behind Izuku. Standing in the doorway of the apartment was making her skin crawl. Even if it was company, and company that were hero’s at that, it did not stop her from feeling uneasy.
“You may as well invite them in,” she said to him before she took that as her excuse to retreat further into the apartment. She was more than happy to retreat into the kitchen. Throwing on a kettle of water so she didn’t look like she was being rude as she hid away from the newcomers that Izuku was now inviting into their home.
The voices seemed to slowly follow her as she retreated into the apartment. She had not even noticed that outside with his friends there had been grocery bags sitting on the ground. So she had to hide her displeasure when the three bodies followed her into the kitchen. Each one’s hands now burdened with bags of food and necessities. But at least that did answer her unasked question of why they were there. So instead of chatting with the hero’s she chose to busy herself with making tea and putting away groceries. And even though Izuku tried to help her she happily shooed him away telling him to talk with his friends.
Luckily he did not argue as he led the way to the living room where moments ago they had been nearly cuddled up together while she was sleeping. But now the three hero’s were seated there chatting about what Izuku had missed during his days off. It did not sound like he had been missing out on much. Tenya had said patrols had been normal. What exactly normal meant she did not know but it seemed Izuku did understand. Probably meant they only saw the odd petty theft. That would be normal in Aoi’s book, typical pick pockets, purse snatchers and drug deals were the norm in her books when dealing with people on the street doing illegal things.
But she did not know if that was also the normal standards for hero’s to come across on the everyday routines they had of walking the streets doing their patrols. Either way it’s not like it mattered to her about what they were talking about. She did not care about petty things that went down on the streets. If it did not involve her life she did not care. One thing she had learned a long time ago was that if the issue did not involve her directly then it was safest to turn a blind eye. She may not like it, but poking her nose into issues that did not relate to her could get her killed. After all, what could a quirkless woman do to stop someone with a quirk? Nothing. That had been made more than clear, especially lately. So she let the noise in the living room become simple background noise as she moved around the kitchen taking her sweet time putting away food and waiting for the water to boil before she made the cups of tea. Once she finally had nothing left to do she finally could avoid their guests no longer. With the cups of tea in hand she started towards the living room. Offering the couple the first two cups before she retreated for the other two cups and offered a cup to Izuku before she took her own seat to slowly sip at her hot tea. At least it gave her something to do with her hands rather than sit there and fidget.
“So Izuku, when do you think you’ll be back?” The other woman had asked, drawing everyone’s attention to look over at Izuku. Aoi had been wondering the same thing but Izuku would never answer her with an actual date. Maybe this time he would?
Then again as she watched him nervously rub the back of his neck it seemed that Aoi was too hopeful. Izuku was an open book as he sat there looking so unsure as he seemed to hesitate on his answer.
“I am not exactly sure. I hope you guys don’t mind having to pick up my slack,” Izuku said as he rubbed the back of his neck and quickly apologized to his friends for making them take over his work as well as their own.
“You can go back to work Izuku. I don’t need a babysitter,” she said simply trying incredibly hard to not snap at him. She wanted him to leave her alone. Sure he brought some comfort to her worried mind. But at the same time if she wanted to have any hope at finding a way out of the apartment then she needed him not to be watching her every move.
She watched the man open his mouth, apparently he was about to argue with her. But that earned him a glare from the woman. A heavy reminder for him to be careful about what he said next.
“I know. I’m not staying home to just baby sit you. I’m enjoying the days off I have earned is all,” yeah that was a bit of a lie, and they all knew it too. But with people around she did not want to fight with him on the subject.
“Well, don't take too long. You're making your friends work extra hard,” she said with a soft huff as she turned her attention back to her cup of tea. As if the tea leaves that sat at the bottom were somehow very interesting.
Two sets of eyes had been watching the pair go back and forth. Both finding the interaction entertaining. Usually people fawned over Deku, the number one hero. But not this woman. She did not seem to have any issues speaking her mind, and if anything she clearly wanted to say more but did not want to do that in front of strangers. Which only seemed to entertain the duo more.
“So Sugahara. Deku says you’re a really good cook. I’ve seen the lunches you have packed for him before and they looked really good,” Ochako said, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood. Looking up from her cup Aoi simply shrugged her shoulders.
“I’m okay. Though that idiot can actually cook pretty good himself. Why he took leftovers that I made for lunch I will never understand,” she said, slightly jabbing a thumb over at the man she spoke about. That earned her a chuckle from the other woman.
“Yeah Deku can cook pretty well but he rarely seems to actually use those skills any more. He used to cook a lot when we were in high school,” the brunette said which oddly sparked a little bit of curiosity from the woman upon hearing about her roommates' younger days in high school.
“What was it like? Going through school with the current number one?” Aoi asked with an arch of her brow and a soft tilt of her head.
“Oh you would not believe it. The first time I met Deku we were both on our way to the entrance exam to get into UA. And I saw this young boy walking. He was not paying attention and he tripped over his own feet. He was about to fall flat on his face, I used my quirk to keep him from falling. We then took the entrance exam together. Actually we all did. Deku, Tenya and I all took the same exam together. We all passed and ended up in the same class together,” with that Aoi listened as the brunette happily talked about the three years she spent with both her husband and the other hero’s. She had left out some of the gruesome details about the war they also were a part of. But she had been more than happy to share stories about their days training together. And living together after the dorm system had been set up after all the issues the school had with criminals during their first year. Aoi happily sat there sipping her tea as she listened to the stories being shared.
Little Mouse Ch. 33
Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.
Word Count: 3549
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Well the bird may be even more stupid than she thought he was. No, she was sure that it was all a mask. The smile was fake, as was his laid back demeanour. Still he was far too fast and eager to do anything he was told. He didn’t even hesitate as Dabi told the bird of their little plan to test out a Nomu. He had no issue agreeing to throw one of his own under the bus. Then again she was sure the bird had his own plans with what he was going to do. She didn’t care. What the hero did would not matter as long as he was there as well. With the pigeon given his role and sent on his way she felt confident that her plan would work.
It didn’t take long till the planned day arrived. Dabi had groaned and complained when Rin forced them apart and got ready before she was telling Dabi to do the same. After all, neither of them could just go and walk out of the villa naked. Even if Dabi seemed like it would not have bothered him any. Still they needed to keep a low profile once they did get into one of the city’s. First they had to wait in front of the main doors of the villa. The Doctor was right on time as he waddled his way towards them. A large dark creature followed behind him like some loyal dog. A mindless dog like all the others she assumed. But at least it was large and it looked strong. That should be enough in order to take out the bird idiot. After all, Hawk's weakness has always been very strong close combat style people. If they can deal with his feathers then Hawk’s himself was only average in body strength. But could this nomu in particular handle all of the insane amount of feathers the bird could control?
“Good morning Doctor,” She greeted the short stubbly little old man.
“Morning nurse Nakano,” He was taunting her as he called her by a name that only months ago would have been correct, but now he was just taunting her that she was no longer a nurse. And she could tell as she watched an all too wide grin pull at his wrinkled old face. And in turn she was scowling at the man. She wished she could just drive her foot into his face. Maybe if she took out a couple of teeth his smile wouldn’t look so creepy any more. Instead she turned her attention to the tall nomu that was following after him.
“Are you sure this thing is going to be strong enough to take out bird brains?” It was Dabi who beat her to the punch by asking the question.
“Yes, as I already told you. This nomu will have no issues taking out even a handful of strong top hero’s. I would like to think even All Might himself in his prime would struggle to beat this masterpiece. I call him Hood. Make sure he is not captured or destroyed and return him to me once you are finished with your need of him,” The Doctor had said before he turned and started away from the villa.
“Hey old man! Don’t you gotta give the thing orders or something?” Dabi had yelled after the short man who was just walking away from them.
“Not at all. He is smart. Hood will take orders from both of you. He's a high end nomu after all,” He had said before leaving the three of them just standing there.
Well that was a little odd? And by the way that Dabi was giving the odd looking creature the stink eye, she was pretty sure that he was having the same idea. Oh well now was not the time to think over what strange shit the doctor is up to.
“We can think about this later. For now we need to get heading to Fukuoka and get our plan started. If we want to catch the bird brain off guard we need to get going and be in place. Hawk’s will be strolling through Fukuoka today in the late morning. He is supposed to find a hero and tell them the story we told him to tell. That nomu has been sited in the city. They are supposed to meet up and patrol together a little. That is when we will strike. But he is told he is supposed to patrol around the city and slowly make his way to the warehouse district with his hero companion where we are supposed to be waiting. Instead one of us will follow him and the other will stay with the nomu,” She paused and dug into her pocket before pulling out two identical basic phones. “I had Skeptic get us these so we can stay in contact while apart.”
She handed over one phone while sticking the other into her own back pocket of her jeans.
“Let's get going, I want to make sure we don’t miss the start of Hawk’s saunder through town,” She said before she started to walk towards one of the sleek black fancy cars that drove the elite around. She had to admit it was nice to be treated like royalty after they had been living like cockroaches and pretty much homeless. Now there was always food in her stomach, and it wasn't instant noodles. The water in the shower was always hot. They had vehicles to drive them to the cities and clean clothes always ready to wear. She hoped she never had to go back to living like even a normal person. No bills, no grocery shopping. She got to spend the days however she wanted and that meant she got to spend it naked and often wrapped around Dabi.
She paused and looked over at the creature that the Doctor had called Hood. There was no way that thing could follow them around without being noticed. Yeah that would cause issues.
“Hood, you need to get yourself to Fukuoka on your own. Do it carefully and without being seen by any hero’s. Dabi will find you once we get to the city. Head for a warehouse district on the east side.” She gave the order to the tall, dark skinned creature. And she watched the eyes slowly blink at her as it seemed the creature was actually thinking over her orders to it. Was it actually able to think? She watched it nod its head at her.
“Okay,” it answers her and to say she is surprised is an understatement. Rin could have pissed herself when the creature spoke. Even Dabi looked shocked for a split second before he recovered quickly.
“Creepy,” Dabi had mumbled but she had heard it, and so did the creature if the creature's smile was anything to go off of.
Creepy was right. This thing was nothing like the other nomu’s, to start this one was clearly smart as he took off flying into the air. He did not need any more orders, he could think freely for himself. And that was dangerous. No wonder the Doctor was so proud of this creature. This creature was almost a completely new creation. Was that thing really a nomu? The same as those mindless creatures that she had seen back in Hosu? It was hard to believe. If it wasn’t for its less than human body she would have thought it was an entirely new monster. It probably was.
“We need to get going if we don’t want to fall behind on time,” she said as she quickly turned and started towards the closest car. Dabi was quick to follow after her.
“Why the hell am I the one who has to go and look for that creature?” Dabi growled clearly unhappy that she was assigning him to monster babysitting duty.
“Because I need to be the one to walk the streets and find the bird. You are a little too easily noticeable. Even if we toss a hat on you and a medical mask you will still probably draw attention. But no one knows me, no one but the bird will recognize me. So you will find that creepy creature, and I will find the bird. Once we both finish our jobs we will start the fun,” she said as she could feel her lips curling up as she explained her plans for the day. Even though she had already explained this once or twice to Dabi. But whenever he was balls deep in her she knew his ears stopped working and he never would have heard a word she spoke. So she was not surprised that she had to repeat herself.
He didn’t argue with her, he knew better than to do that. She had been working hard to make sure this plan was perfect. She had thought of every possibility. It did not matter which hero that he brought, she had planned out how to kill them too with the bird. Yet she had not planned for one hero, the only one that could throw the plan into the wind.
She had parted ways with Dabi almost as soon as they reached the city. She was dropped off along the route that Hawk’s himself had told her that he would take. She knew he would be watching for her even though she never told him that she would be there. Her asking about his route was more than enough for her to know that he was expecting to see someone from the league. So she didn’t bother to hide herself as she walked down the street.
Hawk’s had been easy to see, even from a block away she could see those large red wings from the block she stayed behind. But what or whom was even easier to see then the bird was the hero that was walking with Hawk’s when she finally caught up with them. The sight had her cursing. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the hell was Hawk’s thinking? The number two; no the new number one hero was walking beside Hawk’s. It was fucking Endeavour that the bird had brought with him. This was not what she had planned for. Out of all the hero’s he decided to bring with him today it had to be the number one hero Endeavour. She had not planned for this. And for the first time in a while she felt uneasy. Should she still continue with the plan? Yes they needed to. Too much had gone into this plan, and everyone was waiting on her signal to start the plan. Could the new monster take on something like Endeavour? The man himself was a monster in his own right.
He could be an issue. The Doctor had promised that this nomu could take All Might at his prime. It was well known that Endeavour was not as strong as All Might, but he was still strong enough to be a threat to her plan. Damn it; there was no going back now. She just hoped Hood could kill both the number one and number two hero. Still she was chewing nervously as she slowly tailed the two hero’s as they eventually led the way to an all to fancy restaurant. She watched them enter into the multi level building that housed what she knew was an expensive restaurant on the highest level.
Well it was now or never they were running out of time and she had been hesitating for more than long enough. She would always wonder later if she should have not made that call.
She pulled her blank burner cell from the pocket of her pants. She looked for Dabi’s number before her fingers hit the button and she lifted it to her ear. It only had to ring once and then she could hear the growl she was expecting.
“Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for your stupid call,” he growled at her and she simply rolled her eyes at him while he could not see them.
“Sorry. Had a bit of a road block, the stupid bird decided to bring a big gun with him and I was unsure if it was smart to go ahead with the plan. But this is going to be our best chance. Tell the Nomu to attack the Okeya Kyujiro restaurant; the two hero’s are there eating lunch. Tell it to cause as much destruction as it wants as long as it kills them both. Hawk’s and Endeavour,” she said into the phone as she started to already walk away from the large building. She knew it would not be safe to stick around now. This area of the city was about to turn into a war zone and she had no desire to get wrapped up in the battle.
“Okay,” the single word was clipped and the call dropped as he hung up on her. His voice sounded like a growling animal. Yet he didn’t start yelling like she expected. No this was different. Odd. What was it that changed Dabi’s tone? It wasn’t Hawk’s that had done that. The only new thing that was unplanned for was Endeavour's arrival.
Endeavour! How had she never realized Dabi had the same bright cerulean eyes. And she knew it was well known hero gossip that the large asshole of a hero had lost a child many years ago in a freak accident. She wondered if that was a lie. Was Endeavour the reason Dabi was scarred the way he was? The burns on his body were so severe, and she now fully assumed that his father had caused them.
It answered so many questions; why Dabi hid his identity. And why he hated his name, she would never want to be called a Todoroki if she was him. She was happy that she had never once pushed him to tell her his name. And she would never bring it up again.
She wanted to stay so badly, oh how she wished she could stay and she would stop the nomu from killing both hero’s. She wanted so badly to be the last thing the two men saw. But that was not smart. She was not designed to be in such a war zone. She only got three blocks down before she could already hear the building behind her explode like a bomb had gone off.
She knew it was important to meet up with Dabi and watch and make sure that her plan went off without a hitch. Or if it failed they could still keep their promise to the crazy doc. After all they did promise to return with Hood even if the plan did fail. And as much as she had not planned for this day to go sideways, she now was very aware that the chances of her well planned idea going sideways was far too high for her liking.
People around her were starting to panic as what could only be called as all hell broke loose. The nomu was on a mission to destroy buildings and kill the hero’s. She was even starting to notice smaller white nomu’s running around. They were more of what she expected of nomu’s. Brainless creatures just running around causing sheer chaos. It did not take long till she spotted the familiar face she had been looking for. She slithered up beside him, and on instinct the warm arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her in close to him. He felt even warmer than normal. As if his quirk was trying to burn its way out from under his skin. It was not yet painful for her so she didn’t comment on it.
It was almost funny, among the panic the two of them stood side by side watching the show, yet they seemed invisible among the empty streets. After all, all the civilians had run for it already not wanting to get caught up in all the fighting. Buildings were crumpling. More than a few things were on fire. She watched as Endeavour and the nomu flew around in the sky. It was looking like the nomu was going to win and her plan was coming to fruition. And for that moment she felt pleased, she would surely be praised by Shigaraki after his return. And if Endeavor was killed, maybe Dabi would be happy, and he too would praise her.
But that happiness was quickly being crushed as she suddenly watched Endeavour and the nomu turn into a rocket as they took off and started to fly up high straight into the sky. No. Did that stupid hero really plan to use so much power and fire that he needed to escape people?
“Fucking hell he’s gonna destroy that nomu,” she cursed as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket as she felt the arm around her shoulders grow tenser.
She didn’t even need to even open the contacts on her phone. The screen was already lighting up as she already knew who it was as she hit the answer button. She didn’t even need to raise the phone to her ear in order to hear him. That old quack doc was already screaming at her. He made his displeasure known for what he was seeing and what his poor high end nomu was enduring.
But before she could even try to answer the man her cell phone was snatched out of her hand.
“We will get the body back. So stop your screeching. If we gotta bring it back in pieces that ain’t our problem. You told us this thing was supposed to be extra strong. But if Endeavour was able to kill it then this high end nomu of yours was not as strong as you thought,” Dabi snapped at the doctor. But that didn’t stop the old man’s rant. The burner cell was tossed back at her as she watched Dabi slowly unstick himself from her sweating side as he started to saunter down the street as she watched the small chunk of nomu that survived the inferno crashed to the earth. Seemed Dabi was taking it as his job to fetch the bits of the monster that remained. She raised the phone to her ear.
“Prepare to warp Dabi out of the city if you want the parts of your nomu back,” she spoke calmly into the device. Even though, she too was fuming as she watched Hawks lift the body of Endeavour up. And the bloody hero lifted an arm up into the air. Strike an All Might like pose. How disgusting. She could hear the doctor grumbling about his poor Johnny or something, but she didn’t care as she hit the end button on the device. Slipping it into her pocket as she watched Dabi approach the beaten up hero’s. She could not hear what he was saying from her distance away. All she could do was watch as his beautiful blue flames sprung to life.
She was so captivated in admiring the flames that she didn’t even notice the blur of white and tan that ran past her. It wasn’t till she noticed someone jump into the flames. Fuck she was letting herself get distracted at a horrible time. She wanted to scream out a warning to Dabi. But it was worthless. She was too far away to be easily heard. And if any of the hero’s noticed her calling out to him then her own little cover would be blown. For once in her life it was nice to not be noticeable and easily forgotten.
No she was forced to stand there silently as she watched Dabi dodge the rabbit hero who had kicked at him as she flew through his flames. At least the stupid doctor was smart enough to know that Dabi could be in a sticky situation. With the head of the nomu in hand she watched as that gross grey sludge started to shoot out from Dabi’s face. Yeah she would happily walk her ass back to the car before she would want to teleport like that again. She was scowling as she watched as Dabi disappeared.
Time for her to do the same. She looked over at the stupid bird. His wings looked non-existent from the distance. He looked in far too good of shape for an attempted murder. Fucking bird was lucky he had dragged Endeavour with him. Had it been any other hero, he would be dead right now. Well her mood was completely shot and she was pissed. Such a good plan. She will have to be more careful next time. The bird was too smart for his own good.
She watched those golden eyes flash towards her as the blonde picked his head up and looked at her. She silently turned on her heel. And as calmly as she could, she started walking away. Oh how she wanted to turn around and go kill that stupid blonde bird with her own hands. But with Mirko there that would be impossible. Next time she will have to plan better.
Pandora's Gift Ch. 47
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.
Word count: 3143
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Returning to the office in some more comfortable street clothes, Sasaki found the room empty. Bakugou was most likely off somewhere within the large building blowing off steam. Rather literally, she assumed he was in a training room blowing things up with his quirk. Making her way over to Kirishima’s desk she sat herself down in his oversized chair. She almost felt like a child sitting in the chair that nearly had her feet dangling off the floor and her back and sides unable to touch all of the chair around her.
Dark eyes glance down at the papers that Kirishima had left abandoned on his desk in his rush to get out of the office once she had informed him he was late for his patrol. How any of their old teachers could read this man’s writing made her wonder. Though it’s not like Sakaki could really say anything. Her own penmanship was not much better than his. Which was all the more sad when she compared Kirishima, and her penmanship skills to Bakugou’s. The blonde had some of the more beautiful writing. It was so not fair. Bakugou was good at almost everything. Though she would never tell him that. The blonde did not need the ego boost, his ego was already stroked enough as it was.
The dark haired woman tried to keep her focus on the paperwork ahead of her. Her right knee started to bounce. Her skin was still crawling. Damn it this was annoying. Her omega was scratching and clawing at the back of her mind. It was getting annoying that she could not just work in peace even after both men had left the room.
Glancing over to make sure she had closed the door behind her so no one could easily hear the conversation she was about to have. Pulling her cell phone out she flipped through her contacts finding the one she had been looking for. Hitting the name on the contact she lifted her phone up to her ear. It only took two rings before the familiar voice on the other side answered.
“Hello?” The voice asked.
“Hey Tenza. I need to stop in for a visit. Are you at work?” She asked as she glanced at the clock on the wall taking in the time and knowing full well at nearly 16 hundred hours that the man would be at work.
“Considering supper rush starts in under an hour of course I am,” he answered flatly.
“Perfect, I'll stop in for a visit. I’m a half an hour away. See you soon,” she said overly sweetly and heard the grunt before she hung up the phone. Now for the fun part. Getting out of the agency without being spotted by Bakugou nor anyone else as she was sure the front desk beta would rat her out if she was spotted leaving without either alpha she was nearly living with lately.
And she had no desire for Bakugou to go chasing her down while she was trying to get away from him. She was not some petulant child. She did not need a babysitter every single second of every day. She also did not want him with her during this little outing especially. Getting up she left the unfinished paperwork before slowly making her way out of the office and through the building. It was still too early for anyone to have gone home. A few sidekicks loitered around. Luckily with the agency being still new and rather small compared to most. Most of the active sidekicks were out on patrols. Getting past the front desk though was not really an option. The nice older beta woman almost never left that front desk. And if Sakaki tried to slip past she would surely be seen. Time for a new plan. She contemplated finding a window to open. But then she was reminded the large building probably did not have a window that would open anywhere. That was just asking for someone to break in.
That only really left the option of trying to find a way to get the front desk beta’s attention away from the door. Still easier said than done. It would not be easy to draw attention away from the door while also not being seen anywhere nearby at the time.
By some magic diety the older beta suddenly stood up, her coffee mug in hand and started towards the break room. Sakaki could only assume she was going to fill up her coffee mug or grab a drink of some sorts. Either way this gave her the opening she needed as she wasted no time in walking across the lobby and out of the agency. No sidekick or hero to stop her from leaving. She could only assume Bakugou was still blowing shit up in the training room. She hoped he would stay there for a few hours.
Walking swiftly to the closest station she hopped on a train. It was fairly empty. Most people were still in the office, and school was probably just about to end so she imagined had it been only a few minutes later there may have been the first flood of students. But for now it was barren. Perfect.
She took a seat and relaxed until her stop came and she exited the train. Walking out of the train station she glanced around. No one had apparently followed her. Good. That made it simple to walk down the street with a happy sway to her hips. It felt oddly nice to not have her angry guard dog breathing down her neck.
After a block the neighborhood quickly started to grow a little dingy. Paint on a lot of buildings started to peel and crack, buildings quickly started to show their ages. Street lights became a little farther apart. The neighborhood quickly grew into an area that hero’s clearly did not frequent. Looking for the old worn down bar, Sasaki smiled when the building came into view.
It was fairly small for being in the city. Not a lot of room for tables. There was the bar that lined one wall and probably only half a dozen tables. It was dimly lit with nice soft lighting and some music playing in the background. Calling it a bar probably was not exactly correct. With a smile on her hips she walked over and slid into a seat at the bar beaming a smile at the bartender who looked up from his prep work to see who had walked into the bar.
Bleached blonde hair sat as a shaggy mop on the man's head. Though he was honestly too old in Sakaki’s opinion to be bleaching his hair and trying to look more disheveled than he was in an attempt to look younger. Though he looked like an idiot to most, Sakaki was well aware of the smarts the man actually had.
“Wow you actually made it. And look at you, you're even alone,” the blonde said with a playful smile. Which earned him an eye roll.
“Shut up Tenza,” she said flatly even as the man threw his arms up in defeat.
“Alright touchy subject. How about I get you a drink as an apology?” He asked, pulling out a glass and getting to work on making her a drink.
“Just some scotch. I don’t have time to visit,” she told him as she watched the fake blonde fill the glass with some ice before she continued, “I need my normal stuff. And also any chance you have any information on a man by the name of Taoka Kazuo?”
“You mean the man that wants your head on a platter? Sure. I’ve heard a few things. He’s pissed off at you, as well as the hero’s Dynamite and Red Riot. A lot of people think he’s being stupid by going after two top ten hero’s. But it sounds like he is not happy he lost a warehouse. Had to clear it out and everything after he found two hero’s poking their noses around,” Tenza said as he poured the scotch over the ice in the glass.
“Yeah that would be him. It was me and Dynamite who were staking out his warehouse. But before we could even think of raiding it we were noticed. I am still not sure how that happened. He also tried to attack me while I was just walking home with a friend. Thanks to that I know have a fucking guard dog breathing down my neck every minute. I’m stuck with an alpha glued to my back every waking moment now. You have no idea how hard it was to get away for this,” she was nearly growling by the end. As soon as the glass of liquor was slid over towards her she took a large mouthful and welcomed the burn of liquor down her throat.
“Huh I heard you have been working a lot with the number two hero,” the blonde smirked at her.
“Ugh I wanna go back to work for Mirko. But till I arrest Taoka I’m being fucking pimped out to the Dynamite agency,” Sakaki said with a scrunch of her nose and she shot back the rest of her drink.
“Just be careful. There’s a lot of people out for your head. Taoka has deep pockets and you have a lot of enemies,” the blonde warned.
“Oh I am aware. Hero’s are not liked on any good day with those in the shadows. Now what about my other stuff? Do you have my normal stuff?” She asked as she could feel her cell phone vibrating in her pocket. Seemed there was a good chance someone noticed she was missing already. That was faster than she wanted.
“I only got one pack. I’ll have more in a week or two,” reaching under the bar the blonde pulled out a little packet. Sliding it across the table Sakaki scooped it up to eye the packet with only five small pills contained within. She frowned at the small amount of pills. That would not be enough to last even a week.
“I shouldn’t have to remind you. Do not double up your suppressants. Do not mix those with your current prescription. And that I do not know how your body will react to the high dosage,” the older blonde droned on.
“You ain’t my doctor,” she snapped before taking a deep calming breath before she continued, “I know what all of the risks are. And I know that doubling my current suppressants with this higher dose could cancel them both out. But I need to do something. Being around multiple alphas day and night is starting to drive my omega crazy.”
That admittance just earned her a head shake from the beta man.
“Your body is going to be fried. If you're not careful you could do irreparable damage to yourself,” he still warned even as Sakaki slipped the pills into her pocket and pulled out some money to slide across the table. It was more cash than the single drink and small pack of pills was worth.
“I've already done a lot of damage,” she admits softly under her breath as she stands up from her chair. “Let me know if you hear anything else about Taoka Kazuo.”
She gave a wave of her hand and did not look back as she stepped out of the small hole in the wall bar and pulled out her cell phone as she started back towards the train station. But of course she had missed a number of calls from primarily Bakugou, but also Kirishima. Hitting the redial on his number she held the phone up to her ear and waited. It only took one ring and she could hear the rather panicked voice on the other end.
“Sakaki. Are you alright? You were not at the agency. No one knew where you were. Did someone kidnap you? Are you okay?” The questions started to fly. And for a split second she felt bad having left without telling Kirishima where she had gone.
“Sorry Red. I decided I needed a coffee. Bakugou was pissed off and you were out on patrol. I’m just making my way back now. I’ll be back at the agency in about twenty minutes,” she said though that did seem to please the red head a little that she was okay. But it seemed he did the math.
“Twenty minutes? Where in the world are you having coffee? In Hosu?” He asked, realizing she had not just walked three minutes down the sidewalk to one of the nearby coffee shops. Though asking if she went as far as Hosu was a stretch. She had not gone that far.
“No, I just wanted to get out of our recent patrol routine area so people would be less likely to harass me or draw attention,” she said simply as she walked into the train station and realized the train about to leave was one she needed. Perfect she would not have to wait for the next one.
“You really should have told someone where you were going, or taken a sidekick with you,” Kirishima was starting to sound like a scolding mother. It almost made her laugh.
“Bakugou is going crazy, I’m pretty sure he was about to sick every agency in the city out to look for you. I know he was sending sidekicks out looking. Please try to hurry back,” Kirishima had continued on as he told her about how worried Bakugou was.
“I am already on the train. I won’t be long. Wanna take bets on if Bakugou fires a Howitzer Impact at me?” She asked with a light chuckle but Kirishima did not find it funny.
“He probably is going to attack you when he sees you. You had everyone really worried when you did not answer the phone and no one knew where you were,” Kirishima said and that quickly made her sober up even though the one drink was not enough to actually make her drunk.
“I am sorry Kirishima. I did not think leaving would cause so many issues,” she said with a soft sigh and more guilt eating at her. She didn’t care if she pissed off Bakugou, but upsetting and making Kirishima worry about her did not sit well with her. Damn guilty conscience.
“I’m making my way back to the agency. I’ll try and calm down Bakugou before you get there,” Kirishima said, at least still trying to act as a buffer between the war he knew was about to break out between the two hero’s he worked with.
“Thanks Kirishima. I’ll see you soon,” she said before deciding to end her call. She let out a deep breath. She may have fucked up. But still, taking Bakugou with her was not a real option. Bakugou would be easy to spot. And if the wrong person saw her and him together and then walking into that empty bar. It could get Tenza in trouble and she did not want that. He was an important information broker but also he got her higher dosage suppressants and didn’t lace them with anything. Him being a beta made it slightly easier to trust him. She also helped keep him from getting arrested for selling drugs to other omegas under the table like this.
That had been how she met the thirty year old man. She was supposed to find and bust people selling illegal drugs. It was one of her first solo jobs. And honestly she had no issues busting and arresting scum bags selling drugs on the streets. But when she reached out to pretend to be an omega looking for drugs, which really was not much of a farce. She found out the beta did what he did to try and help get omegas who could not afford them normally.
That made her hesitate to just arrest him. And honestly once she realized he could get her better suppressants than her doctor would give her now she decided to become a client. But only when she was desperate to get something stronger for times like now where her body went even more haywire than normal. She also liked to pay him for information from time to time as well.
Tenza had proved in the last few years to be incredibly helpful at times. And so she turned a blind eye to his illegal actions and had even given a warning a time or two to make sure he didn’t find himself somewhere he could be arrested. He scratched her back and she would scratch his. She just could not let anyone in her line of work learn what she did. Surely she would lose her hero licence if she was not careful. But she hated the idea that omegas just trying to buy suppressants was so illegal.
Then again the world loved to turn a blind eye to omegas and their troubles. No one liked to admit omegas were still heavily suppressed. Some alphas still treat their omegas like livestock or nothing more than baby making machines. Some alphas would not allow their omegas to use suppressants or contraceptives. A lot of suppressants also contain a birth control. And Tenza worked hard to get those abused omegas what they needed. If it made her a criminal she did not care, she could not rip those important drugs away from those omegas that needed them. Not when there were people selling actual dangerous drugs.
Drugs that killed people, drugs that cause addictions and destroyed families, and drugs that could cause quirks to go berserk or be issues for all around them. Those were drugs that should not be on the street, those were the people who needed to be hunted down and arrested. And those were the people she did work hard to arrest.
The train announced it was stopping at the station she needed to get off at as it shook her from her mind. She let out a soft groan as she stopped off the train. She was now dreading returning to the agency and what she knew was going to be a very pissed off alpha and a shit storm she did not feel like dealing with at this moment. Suddenly she did not care about the risk of doubling her meds. She pulled the baggy from her pocket. Pulling out a single small pill she popped it in her mouth and dry swallowed the pill. She could only hope that would quiet the annoying clawing in the back of her mind and the feeling of her skin crawling. Her omega was already starting to feel stressed at the idea of returning to an upset alpha.
Pandora's Gift Ch. 46
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.
Word count: 3116
Last Chapter
The next couple of days followed any other normal day. Patrols were boring, Sakaki hated sticking to normal routes. She was not one who enjoyed being put on for show to the people. Fan service was not her strong suit. She did not enjoy people, she did not enjoy them watching her or bothering her. There was a reason she was an unranked hero, and why she had no desire to be one. But being out with Bakugou on patrols for the public to watch and follow along was no fun. It was impossible to be invisible when she was standing among a high ranked hero and one the public loved, even if she could not understand why.
But civilians were not the only ones to notice, those in the shadows had as well. That was annoying, Sakaki used her element of surprise to her advantage. She was not physically strong like a lot of hero’s. But she was stronger than she looked, which often helped a lot in fights. Her quirk being able to incapacitate others was her other strength. But that had a lot of drawbacks too. And was the primary reason she liked to work alone. The gasses she could produce were not controllable once released. She could affect friend and foe alike. And the fact her own gasses made her drunk meant she had to keep her mask on herself or risk the consequences.
“You should have a gas mask on you when we work together,” Sakaki said randomly one day as the two of them were walking back to the agency after having taken down some criminal who had tried to rob a subway train. Sakaki had refused to use her own quirk while Bakugou was around and she found it annoying.
“Huh? Why the fuck would I do that?” The blonde had barked out.
“Because I can not use my quirk around you without risk of it affecting you,” she pointed out as if it was common sense and the blonde was a moron.
“So what? You don’t have to worry about it,” the blonde said back. Of course Bakugou would act as if he was completely impenetrable.
“Dumb ass you can not do anything about an invisible gas. You can not just blow my quirk away with an explosion. And prolonged exposure will be dangerous. My gasses are poisonous after all,” she said simply. Though she wasn’t sure if that information actually went through the blondes thick head and that he was able to comprehend it.
“What do you mean prolonged exposure is dangerous?” He asked as he looked over at her as if she was a moron.
“It’s as I said. My poisonous gasses will cause issues if you are exposed to it too much. I'm not completely immune either so I can’t just keep giving you my mask either,” she said simply.
“What do you mean poisonous gas? Isn’t your quirk just similar to Midnights had been?” The look on Bakugou’s face was either confusion or constipation. She was going to assume confusion.
“No. There’s actually a lot of difference between what her quirk was and what mine is. To help with that memory of yours my quirk is called toxic aeration. The gas my body creates is always poisonous. It’s just that I can slightly alter the potency of the poison. That is what makes the difference between the gas killing someone or not. Think of it similar to carbon monoxide. The gas affects the blood’s ability to carry oxygen to the brain and the person passes out. If I turn it up too high I can actually suffocate the person inhaling the poison,” she explained a little bit better for Bakugou since he apparently could not remember how her quirk worked from their time in UA. Then again she wasn’t exactly sure Bakugou could remember the two of them had been in the same class.
“Huh? I never knew it was poisonous. How the hell do you use your quirk around others?” He asked.
“I try not to. It’s why Mirko allowed me to work alone. Those who work with me need a mask like my own. Though I do have pheromone blocking as an added option to help ensure alpha criminals can not try to boss me around,” or send her into heat if things were unlucky for her. But she was not going to voice that part out loud.
“Well that’s annoying,” Bakugou growled softly. Which had Sakaki chewing on the inside of her cheek. She knew all too well it was annoying, she had heard it all her life. Classmates paired up with her, sidekicks from every agency she has ever worked at. It was one of the bigger drawbacks of her quirk. Anyone working with her really needed to be equipped with a mask that would protect them from her gas. Like Bakugou, few wanted to do that all the time.
“Yep. But nothing I can do about it unless you will let me patrol alone,” she said simply with a shrug of her shoulders and trying to act as if his words did not bother her.
She watched as Bakugou scrunched up his nose as if he smelled something bad. It seemed he did not like that request. And he didn’t. The thought of letting her walk around the streets alone looking for villains did not sit well with him. The urge to keep her close, to keep her beside him would prevent him from being able to just let her work alone. Or honestly with anyone other than Kirishima. But that was not something Bakugou wanted to think about nor try to understand.
So instead Bakugou ground his teeth and kept his mouth shut as even he knew opening his mouth would probably result in him saying something that would offend or piss her off. Keeping his mouth shut was best for them both. Though his lack of a reply still irritated her, and he could see the irritation on her face as her lips pressed into a firm line and he may have seen an eye twitch. And yet Sakaki managed to also bite her tongue as well. Neither of them wished to start arguing in front of civilians on the streets as the two made their way back to the agency. At least the two of them could keep their tempers in check till they were away from anyone who could pull out a cell phone with a camera and cause them issues.
The tension between the two could almost be cut with a knife by the time the two of the hero’s walked into the agency. Silently they both made their way towards Bakugou and Kirishima’s office. Sakaki’s face lit up when she spotted the redhead sitting at his desk when the two walked in. Usually he was not yet in when the two got back from patrol.
“Hey Ei,” Sakaki called out in a warm greeting as she waved at the man as his head picked up to look at them.
“Hey Bakubro, Sakaki, how was patrol?” he asked with an arched brow as he took in their dirty and disheveled appearance.
“Some dumb ass extra decided to hold up a train and rob the dumb extras riding it,” Bakugou grumbled as he made his way over to his own desk to take a seat and start at his own paperwork. He may have a damage report to write after their morning battle.
“Ah but I am sure you two dealt with the villain,” Kirishima was praising the blonde with his tone. And as expected Bakugou clearly enjoyed it as he stuck his chest out a little. Kind of reminded her of a gloating little dog with a fresh bone.
“Fuckin course I did,” Sakaki could not help but roll her eyes as Bakugou took all the glory for the take down although she had been a rather good help. After all, it wasn't like Bakugou could fire off any sort of explosion in a tight train cart with civilians all around. Their hand to hand combat has been what saved the day.
But Sakaki knew better than to try and correct the blonde. That would only rekindle their earlier irritation and they would surely start a real fight she was not careful. So instead she walked over to Kirishima’s desk and sat herself down on the edge of the desk on the opposite side of Kirishima.
She kept her mouth shut as she sat there and just listened to Kirishima stroking Bakugou’s ego. The red head really knew what to say to make the blonde happy. Then again that was something Kirishima had always seemed good at and not even just with Bakugou. She used to think he just kissed people's asses. But it’s honestly just part of that sunshine personality, he wanted to people please. And if praising them an ungodly amount was the way then he would do it. Though she was sure Bakugou’s ego did not need that kind of consistent praise.
Listening to the two friends talk she could not help but reach up and fiddle with the top of her skin tight uniform. It sat snug along the bottom of her neck. And today it felt annoying. Scratchy and itchy on her skin. Even though it was the same uniform, same material, same everything that she had been wearing for years. Yet today it was slightly annoying. And apparently her fidgeting had not gone unnoticed.
“Is something wrong Sakaki?” It had been Kirishima who noticed and voiced his concern first.
“Nothin. Just wondering if I washed this suit in some different laundry detergent. It’s been bothering me the last few days,” she admits as she tugs at the collar a little on her top. The material felt itchy and uncomfortable against her skin. The normally soft material was making her skin feel raw and like she had been wearing a suit made out of sand paper and not her normal soft, stretchy, and breathable hero costume.
Her focus was on her uncomfortable suit and not on the look the two men shared as they looked at each other before looking back at her. Both men seemed to be sharing a similar concern.
“Hey Sakaki wouldn’t that be like a typical sign of an omega going into heat? Even though you did that just a few weeks ago?” Kirishima was careful as he voiced the thoughts that both men had.
“Typically yes. But there should be other signs as well. A higher temperature will always be present as well especially after a few days like this. More so it’s my body wanting to enter another heat but it's too early. My new suppressants usually help with these minor issues. But I am not usually around so many alphas all day everyday and it messes with me a little. But it's fine, don't worry about it. I may just need to use another type of costume I have for these kinds of days,” She said simply not at all as worried as both men even as she found herself itching at her neck lightly.
“Your suppressants from high school really messed with your body that badly?” Kirishima asked with a still look of concern on his face.
“Yeah. I never listened to the doc’s. I went all three years at UA with only one heat while I was a student. Omega suppressants are not meant to be used for such a long time. The side effects are now pretty permanent. I have to use very specific suppressants now and even then they are a much lower dose than I would like and as such they do stop working after a while,” She admits as a slight blush dusts her cheeks. It felt a little odd talking about such personal things with the two men. But their curiosity seemed genuine or at least Kirishima’s curiosity was genuine. Bakugou on the other hand she was not sure about as she glanced over at him and was a little unsure of what he was thinking as he attempted to look like he was working and not silently listening in. That is till his eyes glanced up and met her gaze which just earned her a snort from the man.
“Why not just get off the suppressants all together?” Bakugou asked before he looked down at the paperwork he was filling out about the damage he had done that morning during the battle with the extra trying to rob the train.
“I could but my body does not know how to exactly be an omega any more. My cycles are already incredibly inconsistent, being left to itself my body may go haywire,” She admits as she softly swings her legs off the edge of Kirishima’s desk.
“Well you have been itching all week you better do something about that,” Bakugou grumbled. After all it was him who had to watch and deal with her scratching all patrol long.
“Would getting a bonded mate help?” Kirishima seemed hesitant as he asked his question. And he had a reason to. He could see Sakaki’s shoulders tense, her metaphoric hackles raising at the question.
“It could. There's still no guarantee but there is a chance I would then sync up with the alpha. But I have no desire to bond to anyone any time soon. I am a hero not a broodmare after all,” She said, unable to look over at either man. Instead she looked around the room, not enjoying the quickly growing tension in the air. Instead she looked over at the clock and noticed the time.
“Hey Kirishima, you're late for your patrol. Your sidekick has probably been waiting for you,” She quickly said as she noticed the time on the clock that hung on the wall. She could hear Kirishima curse softly to himself. Looking back at him she giggled softly as she watched the large man start to scramble. At least he was in his hero costume already but his shoulder pads were sitting on the floor by his desk. Jumping to his feet he was scrambling to slide the large gear like pads up his arms.
“Sorry guys. I am so late,” Kirishima whined before he was waving and rushing out of the room without saying much more to them. Or maybe he was but it was a jumbled mess of mumbles and Sakaki could not make anything out as Kirishima ran from the room. Though it only took a few seconds of Kirishima being gone and she already missed his presence in the heavily quiet room.
“Why do you hate alpha’s?” The question was not as rough as she would have expected. But the fact he asked it still caught her off guard.
“Huh I don’t hate alpha’s,” She said as she gaped at him. Did he really think she hated alpha’s? She did not think she did. Sure she found them annoying. Most were assholes in her eyes. They loved to use their powers to bully others, especially omega’s who were often unable to resist a strong alpha’s words or pheromones.
“Of course you fucking do. You're nothing but a bitch whenever you have to deal with one,” Bakugou yells at her his own short temper getting the best of him.
“I ain’t a bitch. I just won’t roll over and submit. Maybe you alpha’s should learn some decent manners and not be assholes,” She growled at him with her own top lip curling back to show off her small fangs. Okay maybe in some ways she could see how her quick aggression could be seen as hating alpha’s. With that Bakugou was quick to jump to his feet.
“I am not an asshole,” Apparently her general use of the word alpha went over the blonde's head and he took it as her calling him personally an asshole. Bakugou knew he could be an asshole, and he had been one when he was a kid. But he had worked hard to become as decent of a person as he was.
The ever so slight lingering of sugar or caramel on her tongue from his scent was quickly turning sour. The usually soft caramel undertone was burned, it had her nose scrunching up at the reek. Her mouth closed as much as possible to keep the stench and burnt taste of shit off her tongue.
“Oh yeah? You walk around like your king shit of turd island. Like we should all bow down to you. Sorry to burst your bubble Katsuki but you are an asshole,” she growled at him even as he closed the distance between her to lear over her with a deep snarl rumbling his chest. Her own scent smells like rotting strawberries. Had she not been so emotional and upset she would have felt bad for everyone in the agency that would probably be stuck smelling their fight for hours after.
Bakugou was trying so very hard to not just snap at the woman before him. He tried to remember the breathing exercises he had learned as a teen when he saw a therapist. But fuck it was very hard for him to not just explode. His jaw hurt by how hard he was clenching it. His teeth were starting to creek under the pressure. Without another word he turned away from the dark haired woman. He silently stomped out of the room. The door to the office nearly ripped off the hinges when he wrenched the door open. The fact it remained in one piece was surprising.
Sakaki would never of thought she would see the day that Bakugou Katsuki actually walked away from a fight. Had she maybe over stepped? A small bit of guilt chewed at the back of her mind. But her still fuming temper did not allow her to just drop the attitude and anger. Instead she was pissed he just walked away from her. Once she calmed down she would better understand why he did that and be thankful. She was just looking for a fight now in her current state.
Jumping off the desk she was growling softly to herself. Her temper not yet calming down. Unlike Bakugou she did not head towards the gym to blow off steam. Instead she headed towards the locker rooms. Her skin was crawling. She needed a shower and to get into different clothes before she started to itch her skin off of her own body. Then she would return and work on paperwork in peace till her work day came to an end.
Lyrical Abstraction Ch. 25
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping, torture, ptsd, trauma, depression, mentions of death, Aoi is anti hero and anti hero society.
Word count: 3257
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Eventually sunlight started to fill the room from around the edges of her curtains making the room brighter and brighter . With heavy half lidded eyes, Aoi blinked. Her body ached, whether it was from the uncomfortable position she had been in curled up in Izuku’s lap, or maybe it was from all the thrashing around while she had her nightmare? It didn’t matter the reason as it wouldn’t make her body hurt any less.
Izuku must have been accustomed to getting up with the sun as it didn’t feel like it took long after the sun rose that he started to stir. The warm body beneath hers shifted slightly. She could feel the muscles of his chest ripple under her hand as she felt him shift even more. Picking her head up she blinked tired eyes up at his freckled face.
“Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you,” Izuku said softly with a little smile and dusting of pink over his cheeks.
“No I was already awake,” that answer seemed to have his smile drop. His eyes roamed her face and took in the sight of the bags under her eyes.
“Did you get any sleep after the nightmare?” He asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. Her only reply was a shake of her head. Izuku felt bad, he didn’t like that he could not do more for her.
“Are you hungry?” He asked, deciding to change the subject seeing how she had stopped answering him.
“Yeah,” she said softly. She was not really hungry, but she could tell he was trying to make her feel better. And she could not find the energy to say no to him. It also gave her a nice excuse to buy a little physical distance between them if they got up to eat.
“Okay. I can make something for us to eat,” he said as he looked down at her and she simply nodded her head at him before she slowly crawled off of his lap.
His body felt instantly cold the second she pulled away from him. His hands had itched to reach out and grab at her. He wanted to pull her back into his lap and hold onto her for just a little longer. But he had felt how tense she had been while in his lap. And he could not force her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Crawling to his own feet Izuku stretched and felt his stiff body protest. Sleeping sitting up against a headboard had not been a wise way to sleep. And yet he would do it again in a heartbeat.
“Have any requests for breakfast?” He asked and watched her as she simply shook her head at him. Well that wasn’t much help with trying to decide what to make.
One glance down at himself though had his face heating up. He had completely forgotten that during the rush of the mid-night scare Izuku had barely had time to toss on a shirt but nothing more. And now he was standing in the middle of her bedroom in only a shirt and some All Might boxers. Embarrassment had his entire face heating up.
“I…I’ll just go put on some pants first,” he said, watching as the woman was already heading out of her bedroom. Herself in a similar state of dress as he was. She paused to look back at him. Her eyes glanced down at his boxers before quickly looking back up at him.
“Why bother? It’s not like it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I already know you have a collection of All Might underwear,” she couldn’t help the soft curl of her lips into a playful smirk. To be honest it was a rather nice sight. Izuku’s boxers hugged his thick thighs. It was not his boxers she cared about. It was his legs themselves she was enjoying the view of. Who knew a man’s legs could be sexy. She almost missed how even his ears were starting to burn red.
The only reply Izuku could give her was a loud squeak as it felt like his entire face may try and explode. Was she making fun of his boxers? No he didn’t think that was exactly it. Then what was it she was looking at? Nope had to be his boxers. Why did he suddenly feel the need to try and cover himself with his hands? He felt like a high school virgin all over again.
“Come on I’m hungry,” she said simply before just walking out of her bedroom and heading for the kitchen. Though she let herself flop into a chair at the table in the kitchen. The chair she picked allowed her to see into the kitchen as she sat and waited for Izuku to join her and start on breakfast.
Izuku was a little hesitant, he very much so wanted to run to his bedroom and put on some pants. She may be more brave in the aspect of not caring who saw her body. But Izuku still found it embarrassing to be walking around in his boxers. Even if he still had a shirt on, it still felt like he was walking around naked. How she could do it, he may never know.
He had taken far too long to make up his mind. In the time it took him to just stand there like an idiot trying to make up his mind he could have run to his room already and put pants on but he didn’t. He was cursing himself as he heard Aoi call out from the kitchen.
“Midoriya?” She had called out after she had realized the man had not followed after her right away. Honestly she had thought he would have ran to his room first to get dressed. But she had not heard him walk to his room. Then again she had learned lately that the large man moved almost silently. Must be a hero thing, because she had never met such a large man who was so silent on his feet.
Even now she almost didn’t hear him when he started towards the kitchen. She could barely hear him shuffling his feet as he slowly stepped into the kitchen. He was still in just his top and boxers. Pink was dusting his cheeks and he seemed to struggle to look over at her. She didn’t mind, it was kind of cute. Resting her chin in one palm. She watched him with tired, half open eyes as he walked around. The sight was more sexual than it was meant to be. But she couldn’t help herself. Something about watching this big man dance around the kitchen was a real sight to behold. She had assumed when they met that he couldn’t cook. He always seemed to eat out. End’s up it was more of a personal choice or just more convenient after a long day of saving people. Which she could understand. If she had the money she would order food after a long day of work too.
So it had come as a surprise the first full day they had spent in the apartment with him and she was pouting in her room like a child. He had cooked their meals. Her jaw had nearly hit the floor when she had come out of her room and had started to eat a great meal. Only to ask where he had ordered from and he told her he had not ordered it but made it. Which in turn had her stunned. Once she had eventually recovered she had asked him why he never cooked before. To which he blushed and told her he often didn’t have the time or energy. His busy work schedule of always saving people made finding the time to buy groceries, meal prep and cook a bit hard. So he just fell into the bad habit of ordering food or skipping meals even.
Even now she was still completely astonished to watch the large man move around a kitchen as if he belonged there. It was still a little hard to believe a man who could destroy an entire block with a flick of his fingers, could break eggs into a bowl with incredible gentleness. Almost made her wonder what else those large scarred hands could do gently? But as soon as that thought crossed her mind she shook it away. Now was not the time to be thinking dirty thoughts of her roommate.
“You never did tell me Midoriya. When did you learn to cook?” She asked as she continued to watch the man with tired eyes. Watching him glance over his shoulder at her and then blush almost made her laugh.
“Well I liked to bake with my mother when I was younger. We also did a bit of cooking together as well. Once I learned we were going to live in dorms at UA I asked my mother to teach me more. We tried to take turns with who cooked on evenings or days the cafeteria was not open. I also learned a few recipes from Shoto’s sister Fuyumi. She is an amazing cook and in our third year me and Shoto used to cook with her sometimes. Though Shoto never could cook well no matter how hard his sister tried to teach him,” Izuku was rambling a little. But she did not mind. It was kind of nice to learn more about him and his friends. Though her feelings towards hero’s were still sour. It was funny to think number three hero Todoroki Shoto could not cook. It humanized him more in her mind. Made it a little easier to see the hero as a man too.
“Hmm wonder if all the Todoroki fan girls know their idol can’t cook,” Aoi could not help but joke as she watched the large man in the kitchen laugh at her joke.
“I don’t know. I don’t think he exactly advertises that fact about himself,” Izuku said with a light chuckle.
“Probably not. After all, I didn't even know you could cook before a few days ago,” she said with a soft smile pulling at her lips as she watched him pour some scrambled egg mix into a makiyakinabe as he started to make some tamagoyaki. Simple, but it was already starting to smell good as she watched the large man standing over the stove.
Yet still she struggled to keep her eyes open as her eyes drifted shut on her as she leaned her head into her hand. She couldn’t completely fall asleep. But she was too tired to find the energy to force her eyes open. So she stayed in that offstage of sleep where she felt like she was floating between being awake and being asleep. That is till something touched her arm.
The sudden feeling had her violently jump. She had thrown herself back hard enough that hitting the back of the chair had hurt, and she could hear the chair grate against the floor. If there had been no back she would have fallen off of the chair and just hit the floor.
“Sorry. But food is done,” it was Izuku’s soft apologetic voice that helped keep her from panic when she felt trapped before realizing she was okay.
“No, I am the one who’s sorry. Seems I’m still jumpy,” she said softly with a deep frown. Damn it she hated being so jumpy. She has not felt so nervous and scared since she used to live on the streets. That was a time when she could never trust anyone, and every corner held a new danger. But this was different. Yet why could she not just control her body's reactions better? She was pissed off with herself for the way she was acting. But she could not help the itch of her instincts that told her she wasn’t safe. It was hard to ignore the feeling. She had long ago learned to trust her instincts as they helped keep her alive. But right now they were simply being annoying.
“Thanks for the food,” she said with a clap of her hands together before she reached for a bowl of miso soup that sat before her.
She ate silently, she couldn’t even bring herself to look up from her food as she slowly ate. Finishing her food a bit later than Izuku. But she never even noticed that he had finished his food and continued to sit at the table with her. Watching as she slowly worked at eating her food till she felt full enough that she was not currently hungry any more. She did not eat as much as she normally would eat. But she did not care.
“Thanks the food was good,” she said even though she could barely remember what the food had tasted like. She gathered up her plate and his as she headed to the sink to start washing their dishes.
“You don’t have to worry about the dishes. I can wash them,” Izuku said as he jumped to his feet and followed after her.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. And anyways you cooked. It’s only fair I clean,” she said simply as she started to fill the sink with hot water and soap. She hoped being on her feet and moving may help wake her up. Though it did not do as good of a job as she had liked. Her body just started to move on an autopilot like mode. She barely even paid any attention to what dish she was running the sponge over.
She did not even notice that Midoriya had moved to stand beside her and he was drying the dishes as she washed them. Or maybe he was double checking that she actually was washing them well while in her rather checked out mental state. She would never know.
It was not till she went to put one of the last dishes into the drying rack that Izuku’s fingers grazed hers that she jumped and looked over at the large man who blushed softly at her as he took the dish from his hand.
“Sorry. Figured I’d dry while you wash,” he said, giving her a small smile.
“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t even notice you were standing there,” she said it was her turn to blush and glance away.
“It’s okay. You're tired and had a rough night. Are you still thinking about the nightmare?” He asked as he dried the dish in his hand.
“Yeah,” she said softly as she pulled the plug in the sink and watched as the dirty water started to circle down the drain.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He had asked in almost a whisper.
“Not really. It was just a reminder of that time,” she said, simply unable to look at him. Was she most likely suffering some form of PTSD? Most likely. But she really did not want to think about it. She had no desire to deal with her trauma, she did not want to talk about what she endured. She wanted nothing more than to push it all away into the back of her mind and pretend that that week had never happened. But she also knew rationally that was not possible.
“You should really talk to someone about it,” Izuku said, trying not to sound like he was arguing with her.
“I know. And I will. Eventually. But not now,” she said slowly. She knew he was right. Did she need a psychologist? Probably. And honestly the hero probably knew the best. She imagines hero’s saw a lot and had access to some of the best mental help. But she could never afford such things. This would be just like every other issue or problem she ever faced. She would deal with it on her own.
“Okay,” the single word reply she got still tugged at her heart with how torn and sad the man sounded. Seemed he knew she was lying.
“You know you don’t have to go through this alone,” he said softly.
“And you do not have to try and save everyone,” she said, unable to help the sour comment before she sighed softly, “Sorry. I know you're just trying to help. And I am not making it easy.”
“Well you haven’t punched me in the face or anything so it’s not that bad,” was he trying to make a joke? It was a rather poor attempt. And yet it still did some of its job as it drew her attention to look over at him as if he had grown another head. It had ever so slightly lifted the heaviness from the air between them.
“You still shouldn’t have to put up with me,” she said before she softly shook her head.
“Really is throwing punches how men talk or something?” She could not help but ask.
“For some of us it is,” he said lightly with an innocent smile and rub at the back of his neck.
“I know for Kacchan it is. He only really opens up when he’s punching something, maybe that would help you?” He offered, which just had her nose scrunch up. Sounded more like two cavemen just trying to beat each other over the head in an attempt to communicate. How would that help her?
“Eh, women are a bit different, Deku. We don’t tend to use physical violence as forms of communication. And it sounds like Dynamite is the one who needs counseling,” she said with a slight scrunch of her nose.
“Kacchan has gotten better. He’s not as bad as he used to be. And he actually has gotten help with his issues on communicating. He’s still not great but he’s better,” Izuku said, thinking over if it would be worth nearly losing his head if he asked Kacchan who he saw for counseling. If they could help Kacchan, surely they could help anyone.
“Oh boy. If someone was able to help that asshole then they deserve an award,” Aoi said with a light snort. She could not imagine the patients that person must have if they are able to deal with the blonde asshole.
Maybe if she was not so tired the thought of going to the gym would be a good idea. She could run some of her nerves off on a treadmill, or at least try. Maybe she should do that later. Try and exhaust herself, and maybe that will keep the nightmares away. Maybe if her body is too tired, it won’t have the energy to dream. She will have to ask Izuku to show her the private gym in the building.
“Want to watch a movie?” She asked, wanting now to change the subject. And it seemed to do the job. Izuku smiled and seemed happy she had invited him to do something with her. Even if it was something simple like watching a movie.
“Sure. Go put something on. I’m gonna go get dressed,” Izuku said blushing as he remembered he was still in just a shirt and boxers.
“If you wanna wear clothes go ahead. I’ll go find something to watch,” Aoi said with a soft wave of her hand as she started towards the little living room and started to hunt for the tv remote as she waited for Izuku to rejoin her so she could start the first of several movies of the day.
Pandora's Gift Ch. 45
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.
Word count: 3186
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Walking back into the agency Sakaki was still in just as sour of a mood as she had been when she had left for patrol with Bakugou. The patrol had been so boring, not even a mugging or bank robbery. It was odd, but for once no criminals in their patrol area had decided to commit crimes. Which only added to Sakaki's sour mood. She had really hoped she could have taken her anger out on someone else. But alas she could not. Well there was poor Bakugou who had to put up with her grouchy ass. But she had to still be stuck with the guy even after patrol and them screaming at each other wouldn't make her feel any better.
So instead she simply stewed in her own irritation throughout the patrol and even as they walked back into the agency. She had no desire to start working on paperwork, she kind of wished she could just go do anything patrol instead. But she knew Bakugou wouldn't allow that. And she doubted she could get away from doing her paperwork. Honestly he was almost as bad as Iida was when it came to being a stick in the mud with work.
At the very least though she was getting out of her hero costume. She was going to work on paper work in comfort. Though she often didn't have an issue wearing her hero costume while working at a desk, today she was just not in the mood.
The second the women's locker room came into her view she made a beeline for the room. She was pretty sure she could hear Bakugou grumbling under his breath about her. But she didn't stick around to actually hear what he had said. And she tried not to let it bother her. Instead she nearly ran into the locker room and to her locker. Her fans had reached back for the zipper of her suit before she even made it into the locker room.
Unlacing her boots she kicked them into the locker not even caring as they made a bang. She grumbled softly as the suit stuck to her skin. Some days she hated the skin tight suit. But it was best to keep her quirk from subconsciously activating. Her neck itched and she wanted to rip her scent blockers off. But she didn't like how vulnerable that would make her to those around her. Everyone would know exactly how she was feeling if she removed them. And she hated that. Throwing her suit into the locker she didn't care if it would possibly wrinkle a little. She pulled her mask off from around her neck with one hand and the other grabbed at the hair tie pulling it and freeing her hair out of the ponytail it was in before she was reaching for her nice soft t-shirt she had in her locker.
It felt nice letting her hair down and wearing the soft and comforting shirt. Slipping on some leggings she kept for working out in, she slipped her feet into her runners and closed her locker and started out of the locker room. She felt at least a little bit better now in more comforting clothes but she still felt a little irritation itching the back of her mind.
She headed straight to the guys office, since she still had not actually been assigned her own desk. But then again it seemed neither man really cared that she just used one of their desks, or more so she used Kirishima's usually to do her work at.
Bakugou didn't even pick his head up from his work to see who had entered the room, after all who would dare just stroll right into his office without knocking? Only Sakaki or Kirishima would do that. And Kirishima was out on his own patrol. So that only left the omega who would dare to walk around like she owned the place.
Sakaki looked over and saw Bakugou's gauntlets sitting on the ground beside his desk. His mask sat on the desk as well but the rest of his hero costume he was still wearing. It wasn't an uncommon sight Sakaki had noticed, Bakugou spent almost all his time at the agency in his hero costume. The only time she saw him in anything else was when he was working out or leaving work at the end of the day. Sakaki on the other hand could usually not get out of her hero costume fast enough. Though she did usually keep it on so if anything happened she could just head straight to the scene. But today she just could not bring herself to keep the annoying material on.
Walking over to Kirishima's desk she sat herself down in the man's large chair, his warm earthy scent filled her nose and helped calm her down a little as she reached for the first slip of paper that sat among the stack of her own workload. And for a second she thought the two of them would be able to work in peace and quiet. But Bakugou had to go and open his big mouth.
"Why the hell are you out of your hero costume?" He had asked her in that always so rough manner that he had.
"My skin was crawling in that damn suit. So I took it off and got comfortable," she said simply and tried hard not to talk to him like he was an idiot. But it still sounded like that tone had slipped through as she picked her head up and watched as Bakugou was already glaring at her.
"Still why the hell take it off? If we get called to go help with a villain I am not waiting for you," he barked back at her which earned him an eye roll from her.
"I wouldn't expect you to. You could go ahead, I'd only take two minutes and then I'd be right behind you. It doesn't take that long to get into my suit," she said simply as she tried to turn her attention back to the paper in front of her. But the smell of burning sugar started to irritate her nose. Seemed Bakugou did not like her answer.
"You idiot that's still a waste of time," he growled at her. Her patience was already thin, and Bakugou was dancing on them. She found herself turning and standing up so she could glare down at him, a slight sign of her trying to assert dominance over him.
"Why does it matter? In the entire time I've been here only once have we been called out after being done with our patrol," she growled at him. And of course as expected Bakugou did not take her little sign of dominance well. He had wasted no time jumping to his own feet and strolling up to her. He leaned over her and got into her face.
"While you're working in this building you will reflect on this agency. And I will not allow you to degrade my hard work," he was growling at her.
"Wrong. I still work for Mirko. My actions do not reflect on you Bakugou in any way. You are neither my boss nor my alpha," she growled back as her top lip curled up to show off her tiny fangs.
The burnt sugars smell was burning her nose so much her eyes nearly started to water. But she blinked back the urge and simply held her breath as she waited to hear what argument the blonde would give. But one did not come instead, she listened to the low, deep growl from him. Those deep red eyes turned to slits. And without a word his one hand grabbed the back of her neck holding her head in place. His lips then crashed against hers in a lip bruising speed and strength.
She was mad, she should have pulled away and just pushed him off. Yet instead she parted her lips and her tongue brushed his bottom lip first. Another growl had rumbled in his chest and she smirked into the kiss. Of course Bakugou would be irritated with her being the one to aggressively deepen the kiss. After all she could not just be the perfect submissive little omega, and she would remind him of that at times like then when they had just been yelling at each other.
His tongue in turn darted out to nearly attack hers. Typical alpha, he has to make sure he dominates her. Now it was her turn to growl at him. Which in turn earned her a smirk from the blonde. They were both too stubborn to back down. This was quickly growing into a little contest. Her hands reached up to grab at his shirt just under his neck and shoulder support. She pulled him in closer to her, which he actually seemed rather willing to do. The blonde stepped close to her as there was no room left between them. And even after he still pushed further till she was forced to step back till she hit the desk she had been working at.
She couldn't help the squeak of surprise she let out when his hands grabbed her hips and lifted her up to place her down on the top of the desk. Her legs spread apart and Bakugou slipped right between them. As if that was where he belonged, though neither would ever admit that. She had heard things fall off of the desk in order to make room for her. The stack of paper she had been starting to work on was pushed over, at least a few hit the floor. A pen as well had rolled off the desk but she couldn't care about any of it.
Hands were moving fast, her pants tugged down so that at least one leg was freed while the material of her pants remained on the other leg. Shirts left on. Her fingers nearly broke the zipper of Bakugou's pants in her own rush to push his pants down only far enough so that she could free him from the confinement of his pants and boxers. After all, they were still in the office, it would be bad enough if caught with their pants both around their angles, it would probably be worse if they were completely naked too. This has to be fast.
There was time for foreplay. Then again with both of the feeling a little work up and angry this was going to be a straight up angry fuck. And neither would complain. One thrust and he had himself sheathed deep inside her. She struggled to bite back the scream of pleasure she wanted to let out. He never let her time to calm herself or adjust more to him. His hips instantly picked up a fast and brutal pace. The desk under them squeaked a little under the strain but it otherwise held strong.
Her hands grabbed at his bare forearms as if that would help support her against the rough abuse of each thrust of his hips. She was already panting hard, the urge to moan and scream was strong. She leaned in closer, burying her face into his shoulder. For once she hated Bakugou's neck support. It blocked Sakaki from being able to bury her nose into his scent gland. Instead she sank her teeth into the top of Bakugou's shoulder as she moaned against him. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, more so she was using him to help keep her noises muffled. She could hear the growl that came from him as she bit down on him.
That only seemed to drive his pace rougher, if that was even possible. The desk was scratching the floor with each thrust. Her nails dug into his skin so hard she may have drawn blood, she couldn't tell. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and held him close, as if she could not get enough of him. The heels of her runners dug into his upper thighs just under his ass. Mmm she did love Bakugou's ass. Damn the man had an ass anyone could be jealous of.
Was it the anger? The thrill of being caught? The rough fucking? Or just Bakugou as a whole that was quickly driving her towards her climax? Probably all of the above. Bakugou had an ability to draw out odd feelings from her.
A sudden low growl that vibrated his entire body drew her from her lust hazed mind. She barely got her lips off his skin before he was answering her unasked question of what was wrong.
"I hate these fucking things," was the only slight warning she got before one of his hands had reached up, grabbed at the scent blocker on the left side of her neck, and ripped the patch off of her sensitive and swollen gland. That drew a yelp from her that she couldn't stop.
Before she could yell at him for that she felt his tongue run over the abused gland. That drew a noise from her, she wasn't sure if it was a whine or a moan she made. It may have been the closest thing to an apology she would get from the blonde. With the scent blocker gone her own strawberry sweet smell could fill the room along with his wood burning smoky one. That seemed to be what he wanted so badly; to simply be able to smell her. For a second she almost thought the man was going to start purring. He seemed so happy, or maybe he would have started to purr if he could. If they were not mid fuck she may have laughed at the cute idea of the blonde purring. Then again she valued her life so maybe she wouldn't.
Still her head rolled to the right and back trying to give him more access to the left side of her neck. The feeling of his nose against her skin inhaling her scent, the feeling of his lips against her skin, hell even the feeling of his tongue had felt good. The concern that he could mark her did not cross her mind, after all he had never given her a reason to fear he would.
She could not get enough of him, her nails dug and clawed at his arms and shoulders. She wanted him closer, deeper. His rough thrusts seemed happy to try and give her what she wanted as the knot in her stomach was building faster than it felt like she could keep up with. She couldn't help the soft whimpers and moans that were escaping her.
Her orgasm crashed into her faster than she expected. She couldn't help the gasp she let out as her orgasm washed over her. She could hear Bakugou groan into her ear as her walls clamped down around him. His controlled pace quickly became a little erratic as he started to chase his own pleasure as she rode out the high of her climax.
"Katsuki," she breathlessly moaned his name. That seemed to tip him over the edge. His teeth sank into her left shoulder as she heard him let out a low moan as he gave one last thrust of his hips before he stilled. The feeling of him filling her with hot cum had her moaning softly and squirm. That earned her a warning growl to stop as his grip tightened on her slightly.
She happily complied as she let her body go limp and leaned into Bakugou's chest as the sound of their heavy breathing was the only noise in the room now. Fuck she hoped no one was walking past the office and heard them. Still she couldn't really force her mind to worry about such things as Bakugou let go of her shoulder and ran his tongue along the slight bite mark he had left. The feeling had her body shiver beneath his tongue.
Without a word he let go of her and pulled away. She was still panting as she watched Bakugou step back, pull his pants back up and slip his soft cock back into his pants. She was slower as she started to put her clothes back to where they belonged. She cursed softly as she struggled to get her shoe to slip back into the pant leg of her legging that Bakugou had pulled down with what seemed like ease earlier. Readjusting her top she made sure to cover the little red mark he had left when he had sunk his own teeth into the edge of her shoulder almost where her shoulder and neck met. Glancing over she could see her own little matching red mark on his own shoulder but he didn't even seem to try and hide it.
What was she thinking biting him? What if she had made the mistake of biting a scent gland? And if she had drawn blood she could have started a bond. She could not allow that. Not because it was Bakugou. But because she had vowed to herself that she would be an omega hero without the need of an alpha. She would not allow herself to be claimed. She couldn't. She needed to prove to everyone she could be a hero without an alpha. Jumping off the desk she scrunched up her nose at the feeling of his cum soaking her panties. Wordlessly she walked out of the office and started towards the bathroom so she could get herself cleaned up.
Bakugou was already back at his desk as he watched her wordlessly walk out of the office. He assumed it was to go clean herself up. So he let her go without a word. No use trying to stop her from going to clean the mess he kind of made. He on the other hand turned his attention back to the work that remained on his desk. His own anger had been tempered. He was riding out his own post orgasm high and was enjoying the relaxed feeling as he got back to work till Sakaki walked back into the office.
Stepping into the office she scrunched up her nose and looked over at the windows as she made her way towards Kirishima's desk once again.
"Open a fucking window. It stinks like sex in here," she grumbled as she walked over to start picking up what had fallen off the desk.
"Why don't you," it wasn't a question but more of a snide remark. Which earned him a glare from her as she put the papers she picked up on to the desk before she started to open what windows she could to attempt to air out the office before anyone else walked into the room and could smell the sex in the air.
Once that was done she sat down and turned her attention back to the paper she had been trying to work on before her and Bakugou had fucked on that desk.
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Tangled in Shadows
Here's a snippet of a story that I have been thinking of and slowly been working at. And since we are suppose to be getting English dub of Tokyo Revengers for all current episodes release today here's a snippet of my story I hope to start releasing once season 4 comes out. As per my typical TR stuff this will have dark themes.
Her blood was still pounding in her ears. And she would forever blame that for how someone else could sneak up on her. Though she certainly heard the click of someone taking the safety off of their gun before it nudged the back of her head.
“Lower your gun,” the order came from behind her. She should have known the leader of Bonten would not be alone. Her own leader liked to keep one or two men around at all times for the same reason. She didn’t dare take her eyes off of Sano as she let her arm slowly drop to her side. Though her gun lowered, the one against her own head did not.
“Now what were a couple of cockroaches doing causing problems out in Bonten’s streets?” The voice behind her asked.
“Trying to get home to a hot bath and a glass of wine. What’s a couple of Bonten big wigs doing out and about?” She asked shifting her head slightly to try and spot the man behind her. She didn’t recognize his voice, and she had at first assumed he was a grunt just following his leader. She was greeted with a flash of pink in her vision before pain exploded in the back of her head as the butt of the gun collided with her head. She dropped her own gun and staggered at the pain. It was all she could do to not drop to the ground as she reached out for her car and to try and keep herself upright as black dots danced across her vision.
“Sanzu,” was the only word the leader spoke as she struggled with the pain. But no further pain followed the first blow at least.
“Mother fucker,” she hissed as her eyes watered and she clung to the side of her car. Still her adrenaline was keeping her up and helping to ignore the still throbbing ache. Sanzu, that was the name Sano had just called his subordinate. Did he mean Sanzu Haruchiyo? As in the second in command and Bontens Mad Dog? No wonder his first instinct was to lash out at her smart ass. She had heard the man had a few screws loose and was scary loyal. She’s probably lucky all he did was pistols whip her for holding her gun up at his king.
At least by the time she picked her head up and glared over at Sanzu he was slipping his gun back into the holster that he had hidden under the stupid pin striped suit jacket he was wearing. But still she was in trouble. She wished she was dealing with the Baracuda men again instead of these two.
“Who’s the bitch?” Sanzu asked, treating her like she was not actually present while he spoke. All he got was a shrug of the shoulders from Sano.
“This bitch can still hear you know,” she grumbled and quickly regretted it when both sets of eyes turned to look at her. It was a struggle not to shrink away from both men’s gazes.
“I’m Kimura Shimizu,” she adds slowly and carefully, a little scared about what might happen to her if she told them her name. Yet both just gave her a single blink after a moment.
Did they really not know who she was? Did they not know her father was Kimura Oyamoto, the current leader of the Neo Keihin gang. The man who only a week ago was begging them for help. Ah yes that’s right her gang was so insignificant that Manjiro did not even bother to remember her or the name of her family.
“What do you want to do with her?” Sanzu asked and that drew her attention away from her throbbing head. That’s a question she too was curious of the answer to. After all she was very much hoping he did not plan to kill her. A heavy pause filled the air as both sets of eyes turned to look at the blonde man who was still sitting on his idling bike. She could not tell if he was actually thinking about it. His face remained dead looking, void of any emotion.
“Bring her with,” he said simply. Which had her jaw drop. Was it a good or bad thing? She was going to assume bad. Anything short of letting her leave alone was bad. Did he plan to torture her? Surely he did. She knew all too well that pinky pie from my little pony who was walking towards her was known well for his love of torturing people. Death would be a lucky reprieve if he didn’t torture her first.
It didn’t matter that her world was still spinning. Her body reacted on instinct. As he approached her foot swung up and her runner collided with the side of his head. Though the kick had little of its normal power as she watched pinky slam into the side of her car. That was all she needed to see in order to have her turned and stumble away as she tried to run. She didn’t get far before found a sudden weight crashing into her back and sending her face first into the cement. Her knees acted at the collision, her hands tried to break the fall which just ended up shredding her palms open. And her left cheek hit the ground hard. The sting told her she was probably going to be digging dirt out of the road rash like injury across her face.
She gasped for air as the wind was ripped out of her lungs from the weight of a body rather literally sitting on her back. She was about to try and throw the weight off her back but before she could a hand wrapped in her long hair and her head was ripped back. Her spine protested at the sudden angle.
“I suggest you stop fighting,” the calm and emotionless voice whispered in her ear.
“Never,” she hissed back as her hands reached back to claw at the hand that held her hair.
She should really learn to maybe think before she speaks. But in her defence she was running on fear and adrenaline that was rushing through her body, telling her she was surely about to die in the most painful way imaginable. Had it been anyone else then that assumption would have been correct. But watching her kick Sanzu hard enough for him to stumble into her car. She had caught Mikey’s attention. First she was being chased by another gang, they wanted her so badly that they had chased her into the heart of his territory. What was so special about this woman? Mikey didn’t know but he wanted to. For the first time in years he felt something again.
Though he maybe should have been a little nicer to her. Still she made it clear after taking the handle of Sanzu’s gun to the back of her head she was a threat in her own little way. Like a kitten with sharp little claws. Deciding the easiest way to deal with her, the hand of his that held her hair slammed her head into the cement beneath them. That did the job as the body beneath him instantly went limp and the struggling stopped.
He made sure she was still breathing before he finally climbed off of her. By this time it seemed Sanzu had recovered and was storming over towards them. A slew of curses coming from him. His cheek was already swelling and red. He was likely gonna have a black eye as well come the morning. It had been a while since he saw someone take on Sanzu like that.
It was a good thing for Sanzu no one else saw it or none of the executives would have let him live it down, especially the Haitani brothers.
“Call Kakucho and make sure he has the police handled, and have him get rid of her car. Then call Kokonio and have him send a car,” He gave out the orders which stopped Sanzu from walking over and proceeding to beat on the unconscious woman. With one last glare and spit of curses Sanzu did as he was told like the loyal dog he was.
Lyrical Abstraction Ch. 24
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping, torture, ptsd, trauma, depression, mentions of death, Aoi is anti hero and anti hero society.
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It seemed going for a walk and getting a little fresh air had not done as much good as she would have liked. Instead she returned to the apartment feeling more torn up than when she left. She wanted nothing more than to be allowed to just deal with the issues she had on her own, in her own way. It was what she knew. But yet it was clear the man who walked into the apartment with her wished to help. And he was doing that in the way he knew how. It was just so hard as both wanted to deal with the issue. But how they would deal with the issue was vastly different.
Deku was bound by the law, but he did not see it that way. He saw it as the correct way to deal with problems like this. But she saw it as nothing but restriction after restriction. The reminder of what Arakawa had said to her, his taunting's, held some truth and she knew that. Deku could not kill anyone. But criminals did not have that issue, if they wanted someone gone they could and usually would make it happen. Just tossing a criminal in jail did not mean someone was safe. Aoi knew all too well criminal’s worked together to some degree. Even those who usually worked alone still had circles. People who would help them out or do something for them for the right price even. There was nothing truly stopping a criminal from making a hit on someone. But a dead man can’t talk. Problems usually die with the person causing them.
And even if Aoi herself was not a criminal she knew who to talk to. She knew people who could point her in the right direction, introduce her to those who were professional problem solvers. And she would not care what it cost her, to know that her problem was solved would be all that mattered.
That night Aoi found herself cooking for them. It was simply a habit and in that moment her mind and body were begging for the need to get back into some sort of normalcy. She clung to what few things she could that made her feel normal. And cooking dinner again was really the only thing she could do that made her feel slightly normal. But still her mind was reeling. How could she get away from the hero? He was like a watchdog. Then there was the fact that the building was full of hero’s, and had someone standing guard over the front door. And she could only imagine that the guard at the front was aware of who she was and that she was not to leave without a hero.
So how would she be able to get away? Getting out to the street would make her feel better. She felt like a sitting duck in this apartment. It would not be that hard for someone to realize where she is. She was a mouse in a cage. She would be easy pickings for anyone who wanted to hurt her. That scared her, no it terrified her. She wanted to be allowed to run and hide. To do what she knew was safe, she knew how to survive on her own. She knew how to hide and how to live. But this was not surviving in her world, this was just waiting to be picked off.
Even as her mind was in a terrible turmoil, she found her body moving on autopilot. She was making a simple curry. Rice was in the rice cooker, curry was on the stove. She was stirring it subconsciously. Luckily it was such an easy meal to cook, it did not require her to focus on the food. It was a good thing her body knew how to work on autopilot. It was probably the only thing that kept the food from being burnt.
With her body moving on autopilot she loaded the two plates and had even placed them down on the table before she blinked her eyes slowly and looked around when she noticed she made two plates but no one was at the table. Looking around it was not hard to spot the large green haired man sitting at the couch watching the news. She hoped he felt as itchy as she did to get back to a normal life.
“Midoriya. Food is done,” she called out softly which seemed to quickly have the man perk up and turn his attention to the woman who spoke up. Of course a wide smile broke out across his face as he climbed to his feet.
“Smells great,” he said as he took his seat in front of the larger piled plate. While Aoi had moved to take her own seat in front of her own small plate. She did not reply to his complement as she sat down and just simply started to eat in silence. She knew it may come across as rude still, but she could not deny she was still a bit upset with the man. She did not like that she had never had a say in anything that he had done since her first day in that hospital. He had never asked her if she wanted to be in this protective witness shit. She was never asked if she wanted to just be uprooted from her life. She was never asked if she wanted her freedoms stripped away from her. She was never asked if she wanted to be protected.
She knew he was just trying to help. But she had not asked for his help. She was never asked if she even wanted his help. And for some reason that irritated her. She was still mad at him. She knew she should not be so mad. But she somehow felt betrayed at the same time. It was just a tornado of thoughts and feelings inside her brain as she ate.
She retired to her room as soon as she was done eating and had placed her dishes in the sink. There was no reason for her to stay out in the living room with him while she was sulking and moody once again. Damn it she had really hoped the little walk around the block would have lightened her mood. But their conversation only upset her. And so she hid away in her room not wanting to be bothered as she attempted to unwind the tangled emotions and thoughts in her head.
The fact she was able to fall asleep at all that night was almost amazing. But it was a restless sleep. She was tossing and turning. The bed sheets entangled her legs. And a sweat had started to coat her body. Her dreams had quickly turned to nightmares.
She had been reliving dinner, she had been standing at the stove cooking again. It had only been her, she was cooking Izuku’s favourite though instead of curry. But this was where her memories started to torment her. A knock at her door had her stop cooking. Company was not a scary thing yet. She was walking towards the door, just like she had that fateful day. She had called out she was coming. But she never made it to the door.
Once again she watched as the door to her home blew open. The sound of the door hitting the floor had been loud. She had reflexively raised her arms to cover her face.
“Did you really think he could protect you?” The voice was the same. It was a voice she would never be able to forget. A voice that still taunted her. He had not only physically beet her before but had mentally fucked her over as well.
“No! No this isn’t right. This place is safe,” she said, quickly backing away from the man who had tormented her. She quickly looked around whether it was for help or a weapon her panicked mind had not been sure.
“Oh, did you really think you were safe? That a couple of simple hero’s could keep you protected? You should have known better than that,” his voice taunted. A wide grin on his lips, his eyes barely slitted open as he watched her. His footsteps were silent as he started towards her.
She could not get away fast enough. But he had stood between her and the door to her freedom. Getting past him would be no easy feat. Her body was already shaking, her legs threatening to no longer hold her up. Panic was taking over. Where was Deku? He had promised he would protect her. Yet she needed him and he was not present. That feeling alone was enough to bring her to her knees. He was right, she should have known better. She did know better.
She watched the man start to pull a knife from nowhere. One second it was just him and the next he held a knife in his hand. And he was getting too close. She couldn’t get away, her body refused to move. Even as the pain erupted from her skin as the blade sliced into her. All she could do was scream.
She threw herself forwards, darkness was all she could see. Panic was setting in. She could not get away, the blanket entangled her legs and prevented her from being able to jump out of the bed. The door to her bedroom opened flooding the room with light from the hall. But that didn’t stop the panic. The pain, the burning, she could still feel it.
Suddenly she felt a hand touch her back. She could not hold back the scream she let out as she tried to move away from the touch. The hand was quick to pull away as a soothing voice filled the air.
“Aoi,” it was simply her name that she heard, though she was sure more was said to her. But all she could hear was her name. It was Izuku. That was all she needed to know to have her turn and throw herself at him. Her hands grabbed at him. Her face was buried into his shirt. She could not control her breathing nor the cries that shook her body.
Breathing! She could not breathe. Her body refused to listen to her. Her chest would not expand. Tears blurred her vision, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen? She was not sure. Her racing heartbeat had filled her ears blocking out all other noise. Yet large warm hands against her were slightly grounding. One hand was softly rubbing her back. He was saying something but she could not make it out. It’s not like she could have answered him in any way even if she could make out what he was saying.
She was gripping at his shirt as if he was her life line. If she lets go she may die. She could not get any noise out as she struggled to try and breathe. Getting air into her body was a painful struggle. Everything hurt, her body was aching, she was pretty sure she could still feel the burning of where the blade in her dream had sliced through her skin. She may not have been able to make out what Izuku was saying but just hearing his voice as well as feeling his arms wrap around her as one hand rubbed her back was slowly bringing her back to herself.
Slowly she regained the ability to breathe, but sobs still shook her body. She could hear Izuku softly trying to sooth her. Telling her it was a nightmare and that she was okay, she was safe, he was there. The words themselves did not bring her any comfort. But his voice did. How long she sat there clinging to him and crying into his shirt she was not sure. But eventually the sob’s turned to hiccups.
“Are you okay?” Finally he asked her how she was now that it seemed she was in a place where she would most likely answer him.
“No,” She answered honestly as her body was still shaking and she could not bring herself to release his shirt from her cramping hands.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked but she did not answer him as she felt a new wave of sob’s start all over again. No. No, she did not want to talk about it. Thinking over the nightmare only had new panic taking over.
“I need to go. I need to get out of here. It’s not safe,” she was mumbling quickly as she suddenly threw herself away from Izuku. The action must have surprised him as he did not originally stop her when he could have easily held onto her. She was throwing herself off of the bed. But her legs still entangled in her blanket meant she could do nothing more than throw herself face first over the edge. And she could do nothing but watch as the floor was suddenly coming towards her as she screamed out.
But the pain never came, she never made it to collide with the floor. Something wrapped around her stomach, it was not warm like a body limb nor as solid feeling. A glance down revealed an almost smoke looking black line. Effortlessly the black smoke pulled her back onto the bed slowly. Till large warm hands were able to wrap around her again. Wide eyes looked up at Izuku, it had been his quirk, he had used it to keep her from throwing herself off the bed. She had never actually seen him use his quirk before in person. Once again she was pulled in nice and close to Izuku.
A thanks sat on her tongue but she couldn’t bring herself to actually say anything. Instead she once again quickly clung to the man. Her body was still shaking as she clung to him. But before she could say anything else she felt a hand petting her wildly tangled hair.
“It’s okay. You are safe. I won’t let anything happen. It was just a bad dream,” was the soft coo that had filled her ears. Had she not been so shaken she would have started to laugh. Just a bad dream? That was not even close. It was a terror. It had racked her to her soul. It was all she could do to keep from bursting out into tears once again. She was scared. She could not remember the last time she had been so scared or that she had felt so helpless. And she hated it.
How long he sat there with her once again she was not sure. Hell she didn't even know what time it was when she had first woken up. Nor did she really care. All that mattered now was that she felt slightly safe in his hands. And that was able to keep her from panicking again as she tried to get herself to calm down.
She knew that a part of herself was screaming that he really couldn’t keep her safe. Not as safe as he thought he could keep her. And yet she actually found herself crawling into his lap, wanting to be closer to him. She had heard the soft squeak of surprise that had left him at the grown woman crawling into his lap so she could completely curl up against his large chest.
“Thanks,” she finally got her mind and body on the same wavelength so that she could make her mouth work now that her brain was also able to process and think again.
“You do not need to thank me. I heard you scream. I worried something had happened,” He said softly as he continued to pet her head. Had there been more light in the dark bedroom she probably would have noticed the red that painted his cheeks.
“Did I wake you up?” She asked softly, feeling a little bad for waking the man up in the middle of the night.
“No,” It was a lie and they both knew it. And yet she did not argue or say anything.
Instead she simply remained quiet as she curled into him as if she was a kitten curled up in his lap. She did not even care that she could feel his thighs against hers meaning both of them were in just their underwear with shirts on. She did not care, it's not like her brain could think about that right now even if she wanted to. And she would have welcomed the distraction, just any distraction from her dream would be welcomed. But her brain refused to allow that.
“Will you stay?” She asked softly, picking her head up a little to look up at him.
“Yes,” He said softly without any hesitation as he slowly started to slide across her bed till his back could rest against the headboard. Not completely comfortable but it was better than sitting on the edge of the bed while trying to hold her to his chest.
“Thanks,” She said so softly she was not sure if the man had actually been able to hear her or not. She did not care if he heard her thanks. All she cared about was that she felt a little more calmed as time went on and she stayed curled up against his chest.
Eventually she listened to his breathing grow slow and even. It seemed Izuku had fallen asleep while she remained awake and curled up in his lap. She did not care if he fell asleep. Sleep would not be possible for her tonight, she knew that, even with the comfort of being embraced by Izuku. She watched as light had started to fill the bedroom a little from around the curtains that sat over the windows.
Although she was exhausted and would have loved to welcome sleep her eyes refused to close for more than a second. The memories of pain flared every time she tried to close her eyes. Her heart would instantly start to race and she was forced to open her eyes and take in the room around her. She buried her nose into Izuku’s shirt and welcomed the musky scent of the man. It was an oddly soothing scent and it helped loll her into at least a relaxed state as she remained snuggled into Izuku while the man slept.
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Pandora's Gift Ch. 44
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.
Word count: 3668
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The two of them stretched in silence. It oddly wasn’t heavy considering when the two of them were usually in the same room it was never quiet. No words were needed as the two competitive idiots prepared for their little early morning sparring match.
“No quirks,” Sakaki said simply.
Bakugou simply nodded his head and did not argue. Usually he would but with the woman’s quirk it honestly wouldn’t be much of a fair fight. He would never admit the chance she could drop him if she really wanted to before he could blow her up was high. But the biggest issue was the training room was not properly ventilated for a gas related quirk like hers. She could not only flood the room, but the entire agency if she released enough of her quirk and for long enough. And that would not be good if everyone in the agency and everyone who entered it during the day would fall asleep. And the one person who would not fall asleep would end up too drunk to be able to get everyone out and fully deal with the issue.
So when she announced the fight would be without quirks all he did was ever so slightly nod his head and give her a slight huff. He wasn’t that stupid or pigheaded as to argue, especially about something he would be wrong about. Moving out among the training mats Bakugou took one side while Sakaki took the other side.
“Ready, go,” Bakugou called out before he watched the young woman take off. She was incredibly fast, even Bakugou could not deny that the woman used her small, lean build to her advantage. She may not have had the same amount of brute strength as he did. But he also knew the woman’s hits could still hurt. But those were not his actual concerns. Her speed was what he needed to watch. That and where she hit him.
Sakaki did not hold back and she knew with a large opponent like Bakugou she needed to aim for soft tissue spots. The man was, after all, all muscle. And hitting straight muscles would hurt. She aimed for under his jaw in the first hit but she knew he would dodge the attack. What she was waiting for was to see if he swung out with his right hook. He didn’t. Instead it was a left hook but that was still fine. Dodging it was easy as she sidestepped the punch. Grabbing onto the wrist he had thrown out, she used his arm to throw herself up as her right foot flew out to try and hit the side of his head with her foot. His right hand though was quick to grab her ankle before she could allow her hit to connect. Instead Bakugou was throwing her around like a rag doll.
This was something she needed to work on, she needed to perform that move faster. If Bakugou was a true opponent they could be smashing her into the ground. Instead he just threw her across the mats. She was quick to throw her hands under herself and throw herself back to her feet before Bakugou was now coming for her. Now it was her turn to be on the defensive. And she needed to be a lot more careful. If his hits collided with her it would hurt. And real attacks would not take much to actually do real damage to her. So she let Bakugou come for her. The advantage she had was that Bakugou was a real creature of habit.
His attacks were very predictable. His fists had always been his go to weapons. Maybe it was due to his quirks being attached to his palms? He was used to throwing his hands or fists around as he fought in order to blow his targets away with his explosions. She knew to watch him closely though the man was fast, it took a good bit of strength for her to dodge each attack.
The second she saw an opening she threw out her own attacks. She tried to aim to send her palm into the bottom of his jaw. She didn’t want to actually punch him, that stupid hard head of his would probably break her hand. She also tried to remember she had knees. Trying to slam her left knee into his gut, Bakugou’s large hand blocked her knee with ease. If anything she almost winced at the pain. It was like kneeing a brick wall.
This match though the two seemed pretty evenly matched. Then again it didn’t take long before the pair were just swapping light hits. The competitive nature had died down. Now the two were simply having their own dance. Bodies moving in fluid motions as the two worked their ways across the mats till both were panting and sweating.
The heavy scent of a burning campfire had filled the room. Sakaki had put her scent blockers on. Back to the habit of wearing them while being out and about. The reminder of what had happened over the weekend still weighed heavy on her mind. And the fact that sidekicks were still roaming around meant that others could potentially smell her. And although she had not worried about it before, it did now sit in her mind.
“You’re slowing down,” Bakugou called her out. He had noticed her mind was not actually focused on him any more.
“It’s fine,” she huffed before the blonde gave her a grunt and proceeded to then flip her over onto her back the second he had a chance to grab her. She had not expected to be grabbed and tossed around. Even though the mats were softer than hitting the hard floor, they were still far from soft as her back collided with them. The air in her lungs rushed out of her as she laid there letting out a weak cough as she tried to force her body to start functioning again.
“Pull your head out of your ass. What happened over the weekend is in the past. Don’t let it affect your work,” was he trying to give her a pep talk or was he scolding her? She really wasn’t sure when it came to him.
“I am well aware. I do not need your reminder thank you very much,” she growled softly to herself as she slowly pushed herself to sit up as she glared down at the floor. She could feel Bakugou’s eyes boring into her.
“And yet you're letting it affect you,” he growled back. As he crossed his arms over his chest. He was right and they both knew it. But she refused to admit it.
“Shut up and just fight,” she said as she started to climb to her feet only to watch the blonde turn his back to her and was walking away.
“Hey where the hell are you going?” The dark haired woman called as she climbed to her feet as the blonde paused for only a second to look back over his shoulder at her.
“I have no interest in sparring with someone who can not remain focused,” he said simply over his shoulder before he continued off the training mats and was heading over towards one of the punching bags. Leaving Sakaki to scramble to her feet in order to follow after him.
“Are you running from a fight Bakugou?” she asked as she watched him start to wrap his hands.
“I never run from a fight,” He growled at her. But they both knew she was just trying to poke the bear, “But where’s the fun in fighting someone who is not giving it their all?”
Well that sounded a little familiar. Even if Bakugou had matured a lot since their days as first years in high school it seemed some things still did not completely change. And if there was one thing the blonde alpha hated. It was winning a fight he did not feel he actually won. To him it wasn't a fair win if his opponent does not give their all. And that applied to sparring and training matches as much as it did with any other competition. It was often seen as Bakugou simply being too competitive but in some way Sakaki could understand. What good was training if you were not trying to better yourself or your training partner? What is the use then? Sure the blonde was still competitive but it could be understandable to her why he is the way he is.
It didn’t help either that Bakugou was right. Though she would never admit it willingly. The little attack over the weekend was still sitting heavy over her shoulders and on her mind. It wasn't the so-called attack itself that was still upsetting her but the way she had been treated by those afterwards. Had Bakugou not been with her she could only imagine how much worse her visit to the police station would have been. And her hero status would not have made any difference. If anything alone it may have been worse. An omega hero should know better. She should be setting a better example to other omega hero’s to not do such things that could get them attacked by some poor out of control alpha. Though that was a load of shit, alphas should learn to control themselves just as well. A true alpha would know how to control themselves.
Like Bakugou. He could be around her with little issues. He never forced himself on her, even when she had gone into heat at the agency. He had driven her home and had she not begged him to stay with her he probably wouldn’t not have. He also never claimed her during those days together. And she could only imagine his instincts had been screaming at him to do it too. Hers sure as hell had been. Even now as she stood back and watched him proceed to beat on the punching bag she could feel herself shiver and lick her lips. Bakugou was a prime example of the perfect alpha, and any omega would be lucky to have him. Her own instincts were screaming in her head to walk over to him, rip off her scent patches and proceed to scent the man to remind everyone that he was hers.
But Sakaki pushed back those thoughts as fast as they had appeared. Bakugou was not hers and she was not his. Though she still wasn't sure what exactly to call what they had. Friends with benefits? People who argued and then fuck? She was not entirely too sure and she wasn't sure she wanted to actually sit down and think it over for fear of how she knows she will over think the matter. No it was best she simply pushed those thoughts aside for the time being.
“So any word yet on Taoka Kazuo?” Sakaki asked, deciding that talking work was probably the safest thing to talk about at the moment. It was a nice way to get her mind off of the annoying thoughts that were filling her mind and instead focus on something that would not send her into a spiral of either horniness or depression. She watched a deep crimson eye glance over at her as he continued to attack the punching bag as if it had personally offended him with said question.
“No. He’s been in hiding since we were ambushed during the stake out of his warehouse. Bastards working hard to keep himself away from the eyes of hero’s after everything,” Bakugou growled softly as he whaled on the punching bag.
“Has Ono Yamato said anything more since his arrest?” She was curious about the man that attacked her while she was out with Sasara and Hatori. She could see the blonde's shoulders tense up a little more and his swings hesitated for a second, she could tell that the subject of that grease ball was apparently a touchy subject to the blonde. But she was still curious to know what had been happening behind closed doors. After all she had been a little bit busy lately with everything life has been throwing her way.
“No. Bastard has been keeping his trap shut. He hasn’t said a word since his arrest. And I don’t imagine he will say anything,” Bakugou huffed out before he gave one final hit to the poor punching bag that had to put up with his abuse.
Sakaki frowned softly at the words. That was not what she wanted to hear. She had really hoped that greasy slime ball would have rolled over and snitched on his boss. But maybe the man had some guts to him if he didn’t just roll over.
“Then what’s the plan? Are we going to start looking at other warehouses? Start actually looking for Taoka? Clearly we are not getting anywhere. Why don’t you just ask for more assistance. Fat Gum specializes in this kind of stuff. Why not reach out to his agency?” she asked after all it was clear that this mission was giving them some issues. Though she hated to admit something that should be so simple was making them all look like idiots at this moment. And by the growl that had come from Bakugou at her words she could imagine that he was just as unhappy about their lack of progress as she was. She never knew she was slightly wrong. Though Bakugou was unhappy with being made a fool of, he also had a part of him that did not want to catch the man they were hunting. If he did then the mission would be done, and she would return to her agency. And that reminder had Bakugou’s gut twist in an uncomfortable way. Which only fueled his poor mood at the moment.
“We do not need to ask anyone else for help,” Bakugou had snapped at her. Which really had not surprised her. She expected that outburst from him.
“Alright then what are we going to do then smart ass?” Sakaki asked back with an arch of an eye brow as she watched the blonde pull his top lip back in a snarl as he flashed his fangs though he wasn't actually looking at her so it was clear it was not specifically her that he was mad at.
“We will go out on patrol like normal. Wait till Kirishima gets in for his shift and we will then sit down and have a meeting, ask some of the sidekicks what they had seen today and over the weekend and we will figure out a new plan,” the blonde finally said after a minute of pause before he answered her. Huh well that was a very mature answer. And really not one she could argue with.
“Alright, well I’m gonna go shower. Meet you in the lobby for our patrol,” she called out not so much an order, nor was it a question. It was simply a statement. She told him exactly what she planned to do. Whether he would make her wait in the lobby was another thing but she didn’t care. She planned to enjoy a nice hot shower before getting ready for her patrol.
The hot shower was wonderful on her body as she tried to wash away her worries. It may not have worked as much as she would have liked but the hot water had still helped to loosen her tight muscles. Once she felt she couldn’t stay under the hot water any longer she got out and proceeded to slip on her hero costume. The suit hugged her body like a second skin. She could remember how self conscious she had felt at first while wearing it. Even now she sometimes wonders if it was too much sometimes. But it’s not the same body shame she felt at first. She now had little shame showing off the curvy body her omega status gave her.
With fresh scent blockers applied to her neck and wrists she walked out of the women's locker room and headed for the front little lobby where the really nice little old beta receptionist was working away at her desk. Sakaki flashed the woman a warm smile as she walked into the area before looking around for Bakugou. She didn’t have to look around for him, it was clear with how quiet it was that the loud blonde had not beat her to the lobby even after her extra long hot shower.
She could hear the front door of the agency open before two hero’s walked in. One beta sidekick by the looks of him, while the other was a slightly familiar face. Oh yeah that pompous asshole alpha that she had worked one night shift with. He instantly frowned at her while the sidekick gave her a soft smile. Archaic was the alphas' hero name. She never did learn his civilian name but she didn’t care. She found her back straightening and her jaw being stuck out. She did not care if that posture could be seen by some as an aggressive stance. She wouldn’t hesitate to fight the man who was glaring at her. All while the poor sidekick was unaware of the unspoken battle the two heroes were having as they starred one another down.
“Good morning Pandora. Are you and Dynamite about to head out for your patrol?” the poor oblivious beta called to her as he greeted her. At least she had the ability to plaster on a face smile as she pulled her glare from the alpha to look over at the man who had nicely greeted her.
“Yes and surprisingly I even beat him out of the locker rooms,” She said with a light playful giggle as she watched the sidekick give a good chuckle. Though the alpha with them did not seem to find her little teasing funny.
“Well at least you listen to someone,” Was the other hero's rather snarky remark. Was that a jab at Bakugou being able to keep her on a leash? Was he still butt hurt that on their patrol she had kind of ditched him to hide among the shadows and be left alone? What an ass.
Sakaki could feel a growl rumble in her chest as she looked up at the older alpha. She did not care if the other hero was older and more experienced than she was. How dare he imply that she was someone's bitch.
“Are you trying to imply something?” She asked bluntly as her smile fell and she felt her chest rumbling with a growl. It was all she could do not to instantly pull her lips back and snarl a challenge at the older hero.
“Not at all it's just nice to see you do not always just go off and do whatever you please,” The man said as he slipped his glasses a little further up his nose as he spoke. That was a load of shit. He had totally just implied that she was Bakugou's bitch and that he could keep her on a leash. Oh she wanted to punch him. No scratch that she was going to punch him. She took a step closer, her lips now pulling back to snarl a challenge at the alpha.
“Say that again I dare you. Open your mouth and see what that gets you,” She was just daring him to test her patients some more. She has had a crappy last two days and she was not in any sort of mood to deal with an alpha that did not realize that omega he was sneering at could put him on his ass before he knew what happened to him.
“Go ahead Archaic, say something else to her. But I will not stop her for what she does to you for opening that damn mouth of yours,” A new voice had all three of them jump and turn towards Bakugou who was making his way over towards the small group.
The alpha looked far more unsure now as his dark eyes flickered between Sakaki who was standing tall before him just waiting for the man to open his mouth so she could take a swing at him. Sakaki whipped her head to look over at the blonde who was still adjusting his gauntlet around his arms as he was walking towards the small group who looked like they were about to start a fight in the middle of his lobby.
“I was simply making an observation,” The man said, looking over at the blonde and now ignoring her.
“Observation my ass,” She growled and was about ready to put this asshole in his place.
“If you are all done being dumb asses. Archaic, VooDoo. If you two are done with your patrol then go do some paperwork if you're not tired enough. Pandora, I expect you are ready for out patrol,” those were the orders Bakugou gave out as he watched the omega and alpha glare down one another before finally both taking a set back as both parties gave him a yes sir and without another work the dark haired man and the poor sidekick at his side stepped around Sakaki and headed towards the locker rooms to she assumed get out of their hero gear.
“Can you try to not pick fights with other heroes in the middle of the lobby? At least take it to a training room next time,” Bakugou was scolding her as he walked towards her.
“Not my fault your employee is a fucking asshole,” She growled but it seemed that Bakugou did not feel like actually arguing with her, or maybe he agreed with her? She was not sure as the two fell into step side by side as they left the agency and started down the street towards their designated route.
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Lyrical Abstraction Ch. 23
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping, torture, ptsd, trauma, depression, mentions of death, Aoi is anti hero and anti hero society.
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Aoi learned a few things with her time spent actually leaving her room. First off Izuku had filled the bathroom with a very large array of smelly soaps, shampoo’s, salts, body washes and things she honestly was not even sure what they were for. Everything smelled good, and scents ranged from all sorts of things. Some more floral, others like vanilla, she was pretty sure she even smelt something citrusy. The scents for the most part seemed to feminine for Izuku to use, or more so she was pretty sure she would notice if the man smelled like he walked through a flower shop. She did notice the citrusy smelling body wash was one she thought she smelled on the man. It did not take much to assume that all the sweet smelling things were meant for her to use. Still it seemed so over the top as she spent almost more time sniffing the smelling bath stuff than actually washing herself. It almost felt like the man had bought out an entire bed, bath and body shop. Made her cheap shampoo and body wash smell like nothing good. And she did not hesitate to use some of it either since it was most likely meant for her anyways. Made her wonder why they even packed her old cheap stuff. Still she would not argue in the moment.
Next the closet by the bathroom had been filled with an array of towels of a few different colours but all were large, soft and fuzzy. She also had seen a few different bedsheets and blankets that had also been folded up in the same closet. Clearly she did not need her old crappy sheets, or her crappy bath stuff. She was pretty sure if Izuku had the choice he probably would have just bought everything for her completely anew. The only thing she truly needed was her old clothes. But she was sure he would have happily bought her an entire new wardrobe as well.
Once she was done with soaking in the bath trying to relax both her mind and body but it had not done as much good as she would have liked. But still that did not stop her from spending well over an hour in the bathroom. It probably did not help that she had only retreated straight to her bedroom once she did finally leave the bathroom. She did not wish to talk with the hero who was also living in the house. She knew she should be thankful. He had saved her, had made sure she was healed, and now had a free roof over her head and warm food in her stomach. In the past she would have done almost anything to have a warm, safe place to sleep and a full stomach. But right now she could not enjoy the opportunity. All she could feel was like a caged bird. This warm home and free food was not free, she paid for it with her freedom, her life, everything she had.
Aoi was thankful that Izuku gave her some distance, well what distance he could offer while they were both stuck in the same large apartment. If she had her bedroom door closed he left her alone, only knocking and interrupting her sulking when he deemed she needed to eat, so at least twice a day he would bother her. But she could not complain as she was hungry. Though on the second day she was surprised to learn that the man could actually cook. He had ordered fast food the night before. But in the morning he actually cooked some breakfast which was better than she expected. Had she not been sulking and grumpy she would have complimented him and asked why he always had her cooking their dinner when the man could cook himself. But she did not wish to talk with the man she felt like was her warden at the moment.
Aoi had spent a few days hiding in her bedroom, but it was quickly driving her crazy. She was never one to hide away. She was used to being busy, always trying to work, or looking for work, struggling to eat or just walking the streets looking for food or shelter. She could not remember the last time she had spent so much time hiding away doing nothing. And so she felt the need to pace in more space than just her bedroom as she finally left her bedroom on her own accord aside for food and the bathroom. At least this time she had put on pants, well shorts, since she did not wish to make things more uncomfortable than they already would be since she was well aware that poor Izuku nearly had a heart attack every time he saw her walking around without pants. Even after she had told him she was going to wear what she wanted and did not really care about his thoughts on the matter. Though that may change when she walked from the small hallway of bedrooms and into the living room to find said man that she could make so uncomfortable with ease shirtless doing pushups in the middle of the room as the television was on with some show going on but the hero was clearly not paying it any attention as he was simply working out. He had also apparently not noticed her, or if he did then he did not make any move to show that he was aware of her presence as she stood there rather frozen as she watched the man.
She had seen his top half naked before, she had bandaged him up and sewn up a hole in his side. This was not a new view. And yet she found her eyes shamefully roaming over the mass of muscles that ran over his back and shoulders. The way the muscles moved underneath his skin was oddly memorizing. But she would be damned if she was caught staring as she strolled behind him and made her way towards the couch wanting to at least look like she was calm and not internally panicking over the desire to want to watch the man as he continued to do something as simple as some push up in the middle of the living room. He had not even broken a sweat.
At the sight of her sitting down on the couch she watched as the man seemed to light up. He was clearly happy to see her leave her bedroom of her own will finally. She watched him as he effortlessly pushed himself to sit up and cross his legs as he turned to smile widely at her. He looked like some damn happy puppy smiling up widely at her.
“Oh Sugahara. How are you feeling?” His greeting was warm and clearly meant nothing bad but still she did not return his smile.
“Fine,” She answered and watched that stupid golden retriever look he gave her as his head tilted slightly to look at her almost skeptical, or maybe it was doubtful or even confused. She could not completely tell as she watched him just look at her with his head tilted. She snapped first and looked away.
“I am bored. Being locked up is making me feel stir crazy,” She admitted as she looked away from him and around the living room. She tried to get her attention to linger on the tv but it really did not hold any interest to her. What the hell did people do who never left their homes? This was making her skin crawl wanting to leave the apartment before she started to crawl up the walls.
That answer got her an apologetic smile from the man who was sitting in front of her on the floor.
“Yeah I know the feeling. I know this is not ideal. There is a gym in the building if you want to go down and use it,” Izuku offered but all that got him was an unimpressed look. He may be happy to go work out in a gym all day but she did not enjoy that thought. Sure working out would be good for her but it did not sound fun.
“I’ll pass,” She said simply as she watched his smile falter for a second before he forced it back.
“Uhm okay. Well are there any hobbies you do? Anything you would like? I can have someone get stuff for you. If there is anything you want or need just let me know,” he said smiling widely at her again.
A hobby? She did not have one. She worked to survive. She could not afford such luxuries to waste money on. She had her cell phone and that was it. The few free games and apps she had on it had been the reach of her fun stuff she had. What did normal people do? She wasn’t very artistic so drawing seemed useless. She had never been one to play video games, she barely touched her apps on her phone. She had no desire to grow plants or anything that required having a green thumb. What the hell did normal people do that could be done inside and alone? This was harder than she thought.
“What do you do in your spare time?” She was unable to help but ask him curious what the hero does in his free time.
“Hmm well if I’m not at the agency or out on patrol I am usually hanging out with some of my friends. Or I’m at the gym,” the man answered simply. So he was a gym rat, or a workaholic, she was leaning to the latter. She also was well aware the man was an All Might fan and probably spent some time and a lot of money working on that collection of his.
“So we are both workaholics. Great,” she had grumbled the last word to herself with a huff through her nose. Well she at least hoped the man was as bored and stir crazy as she was feeling.
“Any chance we can go for a walk or something? I could really use some fresh air,” she asked, watching him as he seemed to think the idea over.
“I am not sure. It has not even been two weeks since we freed you,” Izuku said, a little unsure as he rubbed the back of his head. She could tell he was trying to find a nice way of saying no. How annoying. She huffed out softly with a pout.
“Come on Midoriya. I’ll have you with me. Someone would have to be a real moron to attack a girl while she’s walking with the number one hero beside her,” Aoi pointed out as she watched him rolling the idea around. She could only hope either his own need to get out or his need to please her would be enough to help push him to agree. She even proceeded to give him large puppy dog eyes which seemed to have the large man squirming under.
“Okay. We can go for a little walk. But we won’t stray too far from the apartment,” he said, caving actually quicker than she expected him to as she nearly jumped off of the couch and to her feet.
“Awesome I’ll go get dressed,” she said, quickly walking away to leave the man still sitting on the floor as she walked into her room now on the hunt for a bra to put on and some socks. Who knew the simple thought of being allowed outside could help lift her sour mood.
With socks on her feet and a bra now on under her shirt she nearly bounded out of her bedroom. Funny how the thought of being allowed to go for a walk could make her so excited. She may as well be a puppy running to the front door after being asked if she wanted to go for a walk. Of course she did not like that idea, it did have her slow her steps a little and the bounce in her step disappeared. It was a sour thought that had killed her happy mood a little. Damn it.
Midoriya was waiting for her, a ball cap and medical mask on his face already ready to leave as she slipped her shoes on and let the man walk out into the hall of the apartment before her as she followed after him. Even if she felt like a damn dog being taken for a walk she could not deny that the second they stepped out of the building she took a deep inhale. The fresh air smelled heavenly after being either in a hospital or that damn bedroom. With a few deep breaths she could feel her shoulders relax a little. It was not much but she really did need to get out a little. Though she did not miss how stiff the hero beside her grew. He was on high alert. Though she did not share his same fears. She knew she should, her body was still aching from the abuse she had suffered, and she would never admit that nightmares filled her dreams from those days. She almost wished she could just be allowed to deal with this alone, she knew how to hide in the shadows, this was not the first time someone wanted her dead. But the red tape of her protector being a hero really had her uneasy with how he could protect her.
Even if the league was gone she knew she still had friends, still had connections with some who would be able to keep her safer, people who would kill for her or at the very least kill for a price. And that sounded much safer to her mind that the hero was walking beside her as they started down the sidewalk. She imagined they were simply going to walk around the block and come back to the apartment. Still the simple walk was welcoming. The fresh air was good for her and helped clear her mind a little, or at least it felt like it was.
“When do you go back to work?” She asked, trying to start a little small talk. But really she wanted to know when she would have the privacy of the apartment to herself and then maybe she would plan a way to get out of her new prison.
“Huh?” She watched the confusion quickly cross the man's face before she quickly continued her question.
“I know you are taking time off of work to stay with me. Don’t think I am an idiot. I am not a baby. You do not need to stay and watch me. Japan need’s their number one. You need to return to work. When are you going to go back to being a savior for other people?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head as she watched him. She knew he had missed almost a week with her already between her time in the hospital and now at the apartment.
“Well I know the agency would like me back at work as soon as possible. But my friends have been adamant that they can hold the fort for as long as we need,” Izuku answered as he scratched the back of his neck. If he had his way he would spend the next month with the woman not at all wanting to return to work while he could clearly tell she was struggling. Dark circles lingered under her eyes. Her shoulders had been tense till they walked out of the apartment building. And she had avoided him like the plague the last few days. He could not understand why she was avoiding him so much. He had assumed it was her way of coping. She was hiding away trying to deal with everything on her own was his assumption. Which was why he could not say no when she finally started to talk to him again and had made a request of something simple as going for a walk. He did not like the idea of letting her out of the apartment, but seeing how happy it made her made it worth it.
“You should go back to work. I am fine. And you say the apartment is safe. There are a few armed men walking around the place, and you say hero’s live in the building as well. Sounds like it would be a suicide attempt to break into that place,” She said watching him look at her with an off look on his face when she pointed out the armed guards she had noticed both on their way in an now on the way out days later.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know what a man packing heat looks like. They carry themselves like secret agents or some shit like that. They don't walk like you heroes, they're too rigid. They look like ex-military or something else,” She said simply with a shrug of her shoulders.
“You have really sharp eyes,” Izuku points out, attempting to change the subject.
“So I have been told. But you still have not answered my question. When will you go back?” She asked again, a little irritated he would not just tell her. She did not even try to stop herself from glaring at him as they made their way around a corner. She watched the man just sigh under his breath as he watched her glare at him as they walked. He had no desire to piss her off more and drive her back into hiding from him.
“Well I do not want to rush back to work too fast,” he mumbled softly at her as she watched his large scarred hand rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck.
“I am fine. You do not need to stick around just for me,” She says simply as she glanced around the street taking in the slightly unfamiliar area. This was a nice neighborhood. Fair better than the crappy one she had lived in before. This was the kind of neighborhood she would expect a hero like Deku to live in. But this was not a neighborhood she was used to living in.
“Are you really?” The question was almost so quiet she could have missed it had she not been paying attention to what he was saying even as her eyes were looking around taking in all the buildings and what was were. She may need to memorize these streets to help herself get away.
“I am not some broken little toy Deku. This is not the first time I have taken a beating, nor has it been the first time someone has wanted me dead. And I am sure it will not be the last. Although I would like to deal with it my way I will let you do as you want. But do not treat me like some fragile little flower,” She could not help the growl her voice took on as her tone dropped and her eyes grew rather cold as she glared over at him quickly before she looked around again. The way she used his hero name nearly made the poor man shutter. Her tone was dark when she told him not to treat her like something broken. He wanted to argue with her. He wanted to say he did not see her as someone broken. But at the same time he could not help but see her as a struggling woman. Even if she did not want to admit it she was still a defenseless, quirkless, young woman. And recalling the way her body had been limp in his hands when he had carried her out of the warehouse after they had stormed the building looking for her. It was hard not to remember how beat up and bloody she had been. Her face had been so swollen and she had almost been unrecognizable. That was something Izuku never wanted to see again and the memory haunted his own dreams. His brain alone loved to remind him that had he been any later she may not be alive now. He could have very easily carried a limp, cold and lifeless body out of that building. And that realization terrified him.
“I know. I just can’t help myself but worry. I can not get that day out of my mind. And I can not ignore the fact that I could have just as easily found you lifeless rather than alive. I know you are not broke. But that was still a very traumatizing event. I just want to make sure you are okay,” His voice had gone so soft. She watched as tears filled the man's eyes. And she felt her own heart tighten with guilt. She could no longer look at the man as their steps slowed and she came to a stop. She had been dealing with the event in her own way. But she forgot she was not the only one who was clearly suffering, Izuku was clearly still beating himself up for what had happened to her and how he had found her.
“I am sorry. I know you're just trying to help. But I will be okay. You do not need to worry so much,” She said softly, quickly starting to walk again not wanting to see how torn up she was at seeing how upset the man had gotten.
With that the two fell silent as they continued their little walk around the apartment building before they returned. Silently she followed him back into the apartment before heading to her bedroom. But this time she left her door open allowing the man to be able to at least look into the room and can see how she is doing rather than her hiding behind the closed door of the room.
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Pandora's Gift Ch. 43
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.
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That evening had turned into one of everyone just taking over Bakugou and Kirishima’s living room. The TV just played kid shows to keep Hatori occupied while Sakaki and Sasara sat together on the couch. Sasara went back and forth between scenting her best friend and her boyfriend who also sat with the two women on the couch. Though it seemed the pale haired woman was still too scared to try such an intimate act with Bakugou who sat in his arm chair just watching over his idiots as everyone relaxed after having filled their bellies with his great cooking.
It was an interesting sight, or at least for Sakaki it was. Watching a kid sit in the middle of Bakugou's living room drawing or watching tv while everyone was just idly chatting or relaxing was one her younger self would never have expected to see. If back in UA someone told her one day she would be sitting with two of her fellow students she avoided like the plague, one more so than the other, just relaxing and enjoying every moment she may never have believed them. To think she would ever get along with Bakugou Katsuki she never would have believed it. And yet as she picked her eyes up off of Hatori as Sasara scooped him up to take him for a bath before bed, she looked over at Bakugou to see him watching the woman walk off with her son in hand.
“Do you two ever wonder what your life would be like if you never became heroes?” She had asked softly as she watched till Sasara disappeared into the bathroom.
“Huh of course not. I always knew I’d be a hero. And never wanted anything else,” Bakugou had said with a huff.
“I have,” Kirishima admitted, which drew both sets of eyes to look over at him.
“I wonder about it a bit. I wonder if me and Mina would have worked out if one of us stopped being a hero, but then I don’t think either of us would ever stop. But what if I just never went to UA? Would I have a family? work some menial job? I always have those what if thoughts from time to time,” The large redhead admitted his internal thoughts out loud as they could all hear the water running in the bathroom.
“I’m sure most of us do. Bakugou is the odd one who doesn’t,” Sakaki teased to which earned her a few words as the blonde yelled at her. And in return the dark haired woman just laughed lightly at the blonde.
The personal and slightly heavy question was apparently forgotten after that as the two started to bicker and bug one another. Leaving poor Kirishima stuck in the middle as he watched his two dear friends yell at one another over what quickly became rather random things. Some days he wondered if the two idiots just enjoyed riling each other up for the hell of it. At least he was saved once Sasara returned with a drowsy Hatori who looked ready for bed. Luckily for all that had the bickering stop as Sakaki and Bakugou listened to Kirishima insisting that Sasara and Hatori take his bed while he would take the couch.
Wow that was incredibly nice of the redhead in Sakaki’s mind, after all there was no way sleeping on the couch would be comfortable especially since she didn’t think all of him would fit. Listening to Sasara say that they couldn’t possibly take his bed was more than Sakaki needed to hear. And before she said something not friendly for childish ears even if he was half asleep in his mothers arms Sakaki chose that moment to stand up and stretch a little as she let out her own yawn.
“Where the hell are you going?” Bakugou had asked almost the second she stepped away from the couch.
“To bed. If your stupid five am alarm is going to wake me up again I am heading to bed early,” she said as she started towards the bedrooms even as she heard Bakugou jump to his feet and start to chase after her.
“Huh!” It seemed he was surprised by her desire to go to bed rather close to his desired bedtime rather than her own. In honesty, even with their mid day nap she still felt exhausted physically and mentally.
Sakaki walked into Bakugou’s room as if it was her own. She didn’t care if it wasn’t her room. She reached for the duffel bag of close she had packed and that she had dropped in the room on their return. She didn’t even care as she started to strip off her clothes as she listened to Bakugou walk into the room after her. At least he was nice enough to close the door behind him. Though it’s not like Sakaki was worried about any of the others seeing anything, though poor Kirishima may have a heart attack so it was probably a good thing the door was closed. Sakaki had no desire to kill the poor man.
“What the hell are you doing?” Came the question to her left as she had already shrugged off her top and bra before going digging for her sleepwear.
“Getting changed what the fuck does it look like?” She asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow as she glanced over at him before rolling her eyes at him.
“Calm down and keep it in your pants. You've seen me naked before, I’m not going to go hide in the bathroom to get changed like an idiot,” she said as she pulled a spaghetti strapped shirt over her head and down before she was pulling her pants down to instead slip on some tiny little shorts, which honestly looked more like underwear to Bakugou who had been watching her since he had stepped into the room to find her half naked.
Any reply Bakugou may have had left his mind as he watched the bottom of her round ass cheeks be clearly visible by the poor excuse of what she tried to call shorts. God dammit he hated how she could just render him silent so easily. All he could do was click his tongue off his teeth and storm over to his closet. Well two could play that game. If she would change in front of him then he would just do the same. Childish but he did not care.
As he walked towards his closet she was pulling his shirt up and over his head so he could drop it in his clothes hamper to be washed the next day. He could feel her eyes on him as she was ever so slowly grabbing her bag of toiletries from her bag. Sakaki didn’t even care if she had completely stopped in her movements to completely ogle the man. With the light on in the room she had the utmost perfect view of the burly blonde.
Damn could a back look any more sexy? She watched the muscles ripple as his arms had flexed when he had pulled his shirt up. Nearly flawless skin was stretched tight over strong muscles. The odd silver flex of an old scar would litter some of his skin but it in no way took away from the beauty that the man had. Her dark eyes were glued to him as he kept his back to her, as if to be the perfect tease as his thumbs had grabbed at the band of his pants and in one swift motion his pants and boxers were both pushed down so he could step out of them. Now she was left with the most sinful view of the man’s entire back side.
And she was drinking it in, from those rippling shoulders, down that perfect back to where she got to enjoy a nice view of his ass. Honestly the blonde had an ass to be jealous of, perfectly firm while still round. Set on a narrow set of hips many women would kill for. Following lower his thick thighs and strong legs on their own could be some peoples wet dreams. The blonde didn’t look like he missed a single leg day. And by the gods she wanted him to turn around, face her and let her admire what she knew sat between those damn good legs of his. The thought nearly had her salivating.
“Now who's the one who needs to keep it in their pants?” Those bright red eyes of his were looking over his shoulder at her from where she had remained frozen kneeling on the ground at her bag with her toiletries in hand not moving. But hearing his voice jolted her from her horny stupor.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snorted at him as she swiftly stood up and was thankful her legs had not turned to jello on her as she did so.
“I can smell you from here, you were about to leave a puddle on my floor,” his rough voice teased as he grabbed a pair of boxers and was now slipping them on as she turned her back to him.
“Was not,” she argued even though she knew it was futile. She was already well aware she needed a new pair of panties just from watching him strip down.
Refusing to hear him say anything else that could incriminate her, Sakaki took off out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom where she could clean herself up a little before brushing her teeth and getting ready to head to bed. Though she didn’t get to enjoy that peace for long before Bakugou was just strolling into the room with her while she was brushing her teeth.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you to knock?” She squeaked after spitting out her mouth full of toothpaste as she watched the blonde, who was still shirtless and only in boxers, lean over her to grab his own tooth brush.
“You were taking too long. And anyways you should lock the door if you don’t want anyone walking in on you,” Bakugou had shot back with a shrug of his shoulders as he started to brush his teeth.
She flushed slightly, she probably should remember to lock the door. She imagined Bakugou and Kirishima didn’t care about walking in on one another. But Sakaki was used to living alone most days, so locking her bathroom door never crossed her mind. She may have to fix that while staying with the two men so much. At least she was done going to the bathroom and was just brushing her teeth, still she would need to remember to next time lock the door.
Spitting out her mouthful of toothpaste and giving her mouth a quick rinse she was quick to flee the bathroom leaving Bakugou to brush his teeth alone as Sakaki moved to crawl into what she had designated as her spot on Bakugou’s lovely large bed. Why did his bed seem so much more comfortable than her own? Maybe it was the heavy scent of a campfire in the middle of the woods that engulfed her nose that helped to make her so comfortable. She didn’t even care as she buried her nose into the pillow she was using to take a slow inhale of that burning wood and slightly sugary scent that she oddly loved far too much.
She tried to ignore the source of the heavenly scent as he returned to the bedroom, turned off the light and proceeded to wordlessly crawl into bed beside her. Was this too personal? Sharing a bed with someone who was pretty much a coworker? Yes. But that boat had already sailed so to hell with it. Sakaki was going to enjoy this moment. With her back still turned to him she tried not to be too obvious as she slowly slid back till her backside hit his side. That earned her a deep and low chuckle from the body behind her.
“If you want to cuddle all you gotta do is ask,” were the words that had joined the deep chuckle as she felt the large body behind her shift till Bakugou was laying on his side facing her. A large arm had reached out to wrap around her stomach as she was pulled back till her body was flush against his chest.
“I was simply trying to get comfortable,” she huffed. She was so happy the room was dark as she felt her face heat up.
“Uhhu and that’s also why you ain’t trying to pull away either huh?” His lips brushed her ear and sent a shiver down her back.
“Shut up and go to bed or else I’m gonna steal your phone and turn off that stupidly early alarm,” she growled at him which just earned her another deep chuckle from the body behind her. But maybe she was simply lucky that Bakugou himself had grown too tired to argue with her. And also he was rather enjoying spooning with her and had no desire to ruin it. And he knew if he opened his mouth again he most likely would indeed ruin it and say something that would have her pull away from him.
And that was how the two fell asleep. Sakaki curled up against Bakugou’s chest, while one of his arms held her tight to him. His nose was nuzzled into her hair enjoying the smell of fresh strawberries that told him she was happy and content to cuddle with him as they slept.
The sound of that blasted alarm going off at an ungodly hour. Ugh, why did Bakugou get up so early. Sakaki could only groan as the sound of the alarm filled her ears. She could feel the warm body behind her move to roll away from her to reach for his cell phone and turn off the blaring alarm. Sakaki could only drag the blanket she was curled up in to cover her head as the room suddenly filled with a blaring light.
“Get your ass up,” Came a voice that was gravelly and still sounded half asleep and far too sexy for the hour of the morning it was.
“Ugh why are we getting up so damn early,” Sakaki complained as she slowly pushed herself up off the bed to ever so slowly blink her eyes open as she looked over at Bakugou who was already to his feet and walking to his closet. But at least the sight was a nice one to wake up to.
“It's not that early dumb ass,” Came Bakugou’s reply as he started to pull out the clothes he planned to wear for the day.
“Yes it is, is the sun even up yet?” She whined as she still remained sitting on the bed not wanting to actually get all the way out from the warmth of the blankets.
“It will be by the time you get that slow ass of yours up and dressed. Now come on get out of bed already,” Bakugou said as he was already pulling a shirt down over his head as Sakaki was pouting as she slowly dragged herself out of bed.
“What the fuck do you even do this early in the morning?” she asked as she pouted and dragged her feet over to her bag where she proceeded to pull out a bra and fresh panties that she changed into as she pulled out a large baggy t-shirt that she was slipping on before she reached for some simple faded jeans.
“We will head down to the agency. I do an early morning work out before the morning shift starts. You will come to the agency with me. What you do there I do not care. Then we will go out on patrol,” Bakugou said as he got dressed himself wearing some deep blue jeans and a simple black top before he was making his way to the bathroom while Sakaki was more slowly still getting dressed herself.
Well Sakaki was up now and she may as well join Bakugou in his morning routine. And so once both were dressed and ready to go they left the apartment. Sakaki trying to do so more quietly after catching sight of poor Kirishima sprawled out over the couch. Half his large body nearly hung over the edge as one foot and one hand rested on the floor, the other foot had made its way up and over the back of the couch. It was a rather comical sight as Kirishima almost made the couch look like it was some kiddy toy an adult was using like a normal thing. Sakaki had to bite back the urge to laugh at the sight of the man trying to sprawl out over a couch he was clearly way too big for.
The walk to the agency was quiet, it seemed even criminals were not awake at this early hour. The only people who would dare be out were mostly the very rare drunk who was probably just now making their way home. But for the two hero’s the streets were bare on their walk to the agency. Sakaki didn’t care that the walk was silent. Her tired brain was still not completely awake as she walked into the agency.
“I’ll be in training room one if you need anything,” Bakugou said simply before he was walking towards the men’s locker room.
“Okay,” Sakaki had mumbled softly as she herself slowly dragged her feet towards the women's locker room. She may not have been used to these early mornings. But if she had to be up she may as well join Bakugou in a morning workout. She has really been lacking on her workouts since starting to work with the two alpha’s.
Getting changed into her own workout clothes she kept in her locker with her hero outfit she had no issue heading for the training room. Really it wasn't much of a work out outfit, a sports bra and some skin tight shorts that she wore as she made her way to training room one as she was running her fingers through her long dark hair before tying it back with a hair tie up in a high ponytail. Bakugou was already in the training room as she expected. He was stretching out his body, he almost looked a little surprised to see the woman walk into the same room as him.
“Are you up for a little early morning sparring?” She asked as she started towards the blonde. Watching as a wide smirk pulled at his lips.
“You sure you could take me this early in the morning? You still look half asleep,” He taunted her, which only had a smirk pulling at her own lips.
“Why don’t you come find out? Or are you scared?” She had no issues poking the bear as she watched the blonde growl at her.
“You better start stretching,” He growled as he quickly started to warm up as he watched the dark haired woman start to do the same.
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Lyrical Abstraction Ch. 22
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping, torture, ptsd, trauma, depression, mentions of death, Aoi is anti hero and anti hero society.
Word count: 3595
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The apartment may as well have been something from a magazine as Aoi looked around with wide eyes as she stepped through the threshold of the front door. This place was to be her new home, or more so her new prison. The single apartment was nearly the size of the entire floor of her old apartment. She did not even want to know how expensive a place like this would cost. Surely one month in this place surely cost about a year's worth of rent at her old place. Had she not been nearly dragged there against her will she may have been over the moon and fascinated with a place like this.
But instead she was very quick to squish down the feelings of fascination and wonder. This was not some holiday, no this was her new hell. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her apartment. Her home and the safety it offered now that she was free from the hell that was the hospital. Izuku was already rambling off about something as he closed and locked the door behind them as she toed her shoes off and slipped on some brand new slippers.
She frowned down at the plain white slippers. She missed her old pair. Sure they were well worn and nearly falling apart but they had been so comfortable. These ones did not feel the same. It was not till the large body of her new roommate slipped past her did she look up at the man.
“Your room will be on the right side and mine will be across from yours on the left side,” it was only part of some of his rambling but she really could not bring herself to pay attention. She was still incredibly pissed that she had been unable to get out of this situation.
“Okay,” was the only answer she gave before she started to head towards her new bedroom. She could see the hurt flash across Izuku’s face. She has been trying to fight him tooth and nail but in the end she could not get away from him. It still made her feel a little bad. She knew eventually she would apologize to him for her behaviour. But for right now she was too busy stewing in her own anger. She could not see this apartment as anything other than a prison or cage.
“I’ll be in my room,” she said simply as she started to walk away from him as he tried to start talking again. All she got in reply was a stuttered okay from the poor man who had to deal with her sour mood. She stormed into the room that she had recalled him saying was hers. It was the only part of what he had been rambling that she had paid attention to.
Her new bedroom was nearly as large as her entire last apartment. The room was rather bare aside from the queen sized bed in the middle, night stands on either side of it, and a computer desk with no computer on it. A handful of boxes also stacked in one corner by what looked like closet doors had her looking away from the corner. She did not want a reminder that her entire life could be stuffed into only half a dozen boxes. Sure it was not everything, apparently new bed sheets covered the bed, no need for her old mismatched and ragged set. So she was not sure if that new silky set Izuku had bought her or any of her old towels had been grabbed in the hassle of getting her old home boxed up and moved.
Walking towards the bed she ran her hands along the soft bed sheets. At least they did not feel cheap. But still they were not her bed sheets. This was not her room, nor was this her bed. Turning to the small stack of boxes in the one corner she glared at them before making her way towards them. At least they were labeled. She looked for one that had clothing written on it. The writing was incredibly neat and tidy. She hoped that at least that meant that a woman was the one who had been the one to look through and pack up her small amount of clothing.
Digging around in the box she looked for one of her beloved soft t-shirt’s, she did not care if small holes sat along the bottom of the shirt along the hem at her sides were she had a bad habit of fiddling with the material till she put holes into them and then even more as the material would fray. It’s not a shirt she would wear in front of people but it was too comfortable to just throw it away. Having no plans to leave the bedroom she did not bother at that moment with pants or anything else. She was more than content to just wear some panties and the shirt as she headed over the bed.
Even though she had been cleared by the hospital and had pretty much recovered, her mind and body were still exhausted. She was not sure if it was from the stress of being kidnapped and tortured, being stuck in a horrible hospital for days, being stuck with hero’s twenty-four hours a day, or the stress of now being a heroes new house bound pet. Maybe it was all of it sitting heavy on her shoulders. But she had no energy as she crawled into the bed and was more than happy to just close her eyes.
It was not till soft knocks at her bedroom door did she peel her eyes open. Light was still trying to slip around the curtains and into the room. But it was clearly no longer morning with the slight changes in the shadows from what little light could slip into the room. Groggy with sleep she did not realize what had woken her till another soft knock came some time later. This time the second knock was accompanied with a soft call of her name. Forcing her still half asleep body up she walked towards the door without a thought. There was no hesitation as she swung the door open unhappy with being woken from her slumber.
“What?” she asked, unable to help the more grumpy tone she had used. But before the man before her could open his mouth to apologize she watched as the poor man nearly instantly started to turn ten shades of red. His head was quick to whip away from her as if she had just slapped him in the face. The noise that came from his mouth was also more like a squeak. She was just simply watching him look away with an arched brow unsure of what the hell was going on.
“Uh, I just wanted to let you know I ordered some dinner since you never came out for lunch. I’m sorry,” He had started with an explanation for his knocking but it very quickly turned into an apology, one he very quickly started to repeat while all the while refusing to look at her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked, ignoring the repeated apologies since she did not know why he was doing it. His eyes had glanced over at her only to look away just as fast and his face turned another round of red.
“You’re not wearing any pants,” He suddenly just blurted out. Which had her looking down at her bare legs and pantie clad lower half. Oh yeah. Oh well.
“Get used to it. If I’m on house arrest for the foreseeable future I am not wearing pants all day,” She said bluntly, which she almost thought was going to have the tall hero fainting over. But it was true, if she was going to be unable to leave the apartment then she was not going to wear pants all day long just because she had to share the house. She also wanted a little bit of a chance to see the man react so innocently. Most men would have been ogling her long legs. Then again as she looked down she took in the sight of her legs that had not been shaved in over a week. Yeah that was not sexy. That had her ears burning a little.
“Alright give me a second,” She said, not closing the door as she turned and walked back into the room towards the box she had pulled the shirt out of before grabbing some leggings. Though once she could get her legs shaved she was not going to feel as subconscious about walking around half naked. If she had to be stuck taking in the sight of the Greek god-like hero sharing her living space then she was going to torment him the same way. She did not care if an eye for an eye left the entire world blind. She was going to be petty and happily torment him if she was going to be stuck with him all the time.
Even now she did not care if she left the door open giving him a perfect opportunity to watch her walk away, bend over to pick out the pants and then slip one leg after the other into the leggings and pull the material up and over her ass now hiding her panties and bare flesh from his view. But every time she glanced at him she could not see him looking. She was not sure if he was simply that chivalrous, innocent or stupid. Maybe it was actually a mixture of all three? But either way she doubted he actually watched her at all as she got dressed before walking back towards him. “So what was this talk about dinner?” She asked him as she watched him spare her a glance once again before actually turning his body back towards her and looking down at her as he spoke trying not to stutter.
“You missed lunch so I ordered some take out. I hope you don't mind. I ordered some stir fries from a place not far,” She watched his eyes slowly drift down as he spoke. Poor sugar cookie was probably just now realizing she was also not wearing a bra. And surely the thought of teasing the hero before her before she put on pants had her nipples perking a little. Surely he could see them easily enough by now. But they did not linger as he blushed and quickly looked up at her eyes again. She pretended not to notice as she took an inhale and took in the smell of food wafting from the kitchen. Her stomach gave an audible growl and she found herself sighing softly. She was hungry. And at least it was free food. Usually it would be impossible for her to pass up free food. But right now everything was pretty much free. She may as well try and take advantage of it while it lasts.
“Smell’s good,” actually replying to him now unlike the cold shoulder she had given him all morning at the hospital and on the way over she watched a wide smile pull at the man’s lips as he stepped back to let her walk out of her bedroom and head to the kitchen first.
“I have not tried this place yet but I have heard it's good. I also was not sure what to get you so I ordered three dishes, figured whatever we don't eat can be leftovers to snack on after,” He said smiling happily as he tailed behind her as Aoi followed her nose and headed towards what she thought was the kitchen. It was indeed the kitchen that he had left the food in. More like Izuku would most likely eat two normal person sized meals himself. But she saw it as a way of giving her options to eat even if they were not a lot. Still, damn rich people and easily buying more than may be edible.
She had given him a simple hum as a response as she stood and looked around the kitchen a little realizing she did not know where anything was in this kitchen, it was not her kitchen. Izuku was chatting about something again but this time she was not paying attention as the man slipped past her as if reading her mind he walked over to a cupboard and pulled out two plates before pulling out a drawer to grab them some chopsticks and turn towards her. That normally warming smile is still on his lips. But today it did not make her feel warmer as it normally did. He handed her her share of the dishes in his hand so they could both turn and walk over to the table were three large containers. That when opened, revealed one heavy vegetable and some meat stir fry, a pork yakisoba in another, another one was a mix of vegetables and noodles. Two large bowls of rice as well as a plate with some harumaki sat on the table. It honestly did smell wonderful. Sitting down at the table Aoi was happy to say her thanks before she started to layer her plate with some of all three options wanting to taste them all before making a pick for just one. Izuku seemed to be doing the same across from her.
Leaning over a little she was happy to snatch up one of the harumaki, happy to dip it in some of the sauce that was provided in the small take out container before raising it to her mouth to take a bite of. The crunch was delectable as she enjoyed the pork and rice noodle filled wrapped mouthful. When was the last time she got to enjoy something as simply nice as a spring roll? It had been a while. Usually she skipped on getting anything to ever go with her bare basic meals. But Izuku seemed to have no issues spending his money on lots of food. Lucky.
The food was too good to brew over. She was just happy it was not at her dollar. That meant she could truly eat to her heart's content. There was no reason to hold back. Hmm maybe there was at least one perk to this situation. She tried to remind herself to look at the positives. Free housing and food. She did not have to be worried about being evicted any time soon even if she wished for it. Wow this was a first where she actually wished to be kicked to the street.
And yet Aoi was pretty sure she would have been better off out in the street. That was a way of life she was familiar with how to live. She knew the safe places to sleep to avoid both the hero's patrolling and creeps. She knew who to kiss ass to in order to be at least left alone. What places were completely dangerous and not worth it.
But this situation was something out of the norm for her. This was some twenty-four hours babysitting shit. She was locked down on house arrest. Told she is to stay inside unless she has a hero escort, keep windows closed, don’t talk to neighbours in the building, and not tell anyone where she is. Though that last rule was easy to abide by thanks to her having no real friends to tell. No one cared enough to reach out to her even after she went missing for a week. Though maybe no one visited her thanks to the constant hero’s coming and going from her room to chat with Deku? She wished she could say that they were the reason why what few acquaintances she had did not try to come visit her.
Still there was not much she could do about it. Glancing up at the man who sat across from her she was reminded very well that she most likely would have a constant guard. Still a hopeful side of her hoped that the man would have to return to work. Japan needed their number one hero. He could not stay hidden away with her forever. But would he just have some sidekick come stay with her? Then again she recalled him saying the building had heroes that lived within it as well. So even if he left her alone someone would not be far. Did that mean if she tried to leave when he was gone that someone would stop her?
Her eyes quickly glanced around the room as she ate, curious if the apartment itself had cameras in it. That seemed like a violation of privacy. No more than likely the hall way and all exits had cameras but not the apartment itself. That still made it hard, if she tried to leave surely someone would notice and stop her. She was also well aware of the armed men down in the lobby that they had walked past to get to the elevator. They would most likely be the ones to stop her if she tried to just walk out alone. A glance at the curtain covered window quickly reminded her that she was at the top of a very tall building. There was no way she would be able to scale the side of the building or jump and live. So she truly could not escape this hell.
That realization was making her food taste sour as her mood continued to grow sour as well. If she had any hope in hell of being able to even breathe some fresh air alone she would need to get creative. But the knowledge that the green haired man who was silently eating his own food with a small smile was no moron she knew trying to trick him would surely be impossible. No she needed to wait, surely people would grow to placate if things went good for long enough. She just had to be patient. Surely she could wait a little while.
With a truly full stomach she did feel a little bit better. That had been a million times better than hospital crap they tried to call food. And since it was not her money she did force herself to eat even after her thoughts had turned the food sour on her tongue. It was free food and she was not going to stop eating just because of her sour mood. Taking her plate to the sink she instinctively started to wash them, a habit from her old life.
“You don't have to wash those,” Izuku had said, following after her with his own now empty plate.
“It’s just a habit. I don't mind,” She answered. And honestly it was true. It was a habit and oddly doing it had actually kind of calmed her a little. Something from her old life that had not changed. Something she could still do. And she needed any and all slight bits of her old life. It looked like Izuku wanted to argue with her but one quick glare and the man was shutting his mouth and simply offering his dish to be washed next.
Once the dishes were washed she started to look around the apartment. She avoided Izuku’s room but the rest of the place seemed to be free game to look through. After all this was now her home as well. It was not rude to be getting herself familiar with her new home. Really she just wanted to find the closet with the towels and the bathroom. She desperately needed to shower and shave. Once a towel was acquired she went to her room to grab fresh clothes to wear and a bag of her toiletries. It had to be a woman who packed up her stuff. No man would think to put her shampoo and other liquids from her bathroom in a bag to prevent the risk of leaking over her other things. She was grateful as she would never have trusted the crappy cheap plastic container holding her shampoo to not break or just leak because of a bad seal. It had not but still very well could have. So now with towel and bathroom necessities in hand Aoi left her room on the hunt for the bathroom.
The bathroom was nothing like what she expected. Easily the size of her old room it was split in half, a toilet and large counter space adored one half. While the other half housed a walk in shower and large tub. It was much larger than a normal tub, two people could surely fit in it in ease. Of course the first thought to cross her mind was Izuku being the one to join her. That thought had her face blazing hot as she quickly looked away from the tub and had her quickly stripping down wanting to just shower now that her brain had ruined what could have been a nice relaxing soak in the tub. She really could have used a long soak in a hot bath but now she could not bring herself to look at the damn tub as she turned her attention to trying to enjoy her shower without letting similar thoughts fill her mind as she took in the large size of the shower that would have made her old one look like some sprinkler sticking out of a wall.
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Pandora's Gift Ch. 42
Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.
Summary: I just love their flirting when they are alone, and such a soft Bakugou
Word count: 3446
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Sakaki was simply pouting as she kept her face hidden from Bakugou. She had completely not planned to wake up from her nap and find the scent of the alpha so enticing. It had lit a fire in her body. And before she knew it she had stripped off her clothes. As if that may suddenly help with the burning desire. But it had not done her any good. And Bakugou had remained asleep even after she had started to squirm and move around. That had her pouting for an all new reason. She craved the blondes touch, his affection, and being fucked into the bed.
Why exactly her stupid brain had thought it was a good idea to climb onto the blonde she did not know. Though she did see it as a rare opportunity, a perfect chance to tease and toy with the man. And that’s what she attempted to do as she found herself straddling Bakugou and running her fingers over his body till she was able to wake him up. Though that had not woke him up like she had hoped. And she had found herself nearly laying on him as she was almost ready to start poking Bakugou in the face when she finally noticed the ever so slight shift in his body. And so she waited a little longer as she watched Bakugou slowly wake up. Which was what led to the last little round of sex they had.
But now she felt the need to get back to Sasara and Kirishima. Knowing that her poor friend was probably also feeling down after seeing how upset Sakaki had been. And although Kirishima was probably one of the nicest alphas she had ever met, she wasn’t sure if the poor guy was equipped with the knowledge of how to help soothe an upset omega like this. But then again Bakugou knew it was best to bring her home and to her nest. Which still rather surprised her. A brute like him actually had an idea of how to deal with an emotional omega. She may never get over that.
Slowly she pushed herself up off of the blonde who was watching her with those sharp red eyes of his. She could almost hear the question even before he opened his mouth.
“Where ya going?” He asked his eyes watching her as she sat up off of him and moved to the edge of the bed before she looked back at him.
“Going for a shower. Thanks to you I’m all sweaty and stink like alpha. I’m gonna shower. You’re welcome to join. But don’t bitch about how small my shower is again,” she said recalling how he bitched about her small shower, and just over all small apartment.
“Ain’t my fault your shower is so damn tiny. You nearly hit your own head on the shower head. I don’t know how the hell you can use such a small shower,” the blonde was already bitching and he had not even crawled out of her nest yet, which just had the dark haired woman shaking her head with a light chuckle. This was her fault for stirring the pot and bringing the subject up.
Sakaki did not even bother to reply to that as she made her way out of the bedroom and to the door that led to the tiny bathroom. She could hear Bakugou slowly follow after her as she flicked on the light to the small bathroom and made sure she had two clean towels before heading for the shower. She bent over slightly to turn the water on and give it a minute to start warming up. She did not expect though as she stood back up to feel a hard chest press up against her back. A tongue had run over the broken skin of her shoulder, which had her jump and hiss at the mild pain.
“Damn it Bakugou,” she hissed at him trying to glare over her shoulder at the blonde. Was it due to him startling her or the fact that he seemed to be enjoying the mark that he had left on her as a thick arm laid gently across her stomach. This drew a soft almost inaudible chuckle from the blonde.
“What did that hurt?” He was taunting her. They both knew that she was accustomed to more painful injuries than something as simple as a bite mark. And that it was not the slight pain that had her hiss at the man.
“You broke the skin,” she scolded him, her eyes glancing down at what she could see of the bite mark on her shoulder. That simply earned her a shrug of the blondes shoulders.
“Be happy it was not a scent gland I bit,” he pointed out before letting go of her to allow the woman to step into the shower.
Well that was hard to argue with, he honestly could have just as easily bitten her and claimed her as his own without her consent. But he didn’t. She had always feared that such a thing would happen to her. Then again that was probably every omegas biggest fear. And the reason so many still wore protective collars to help prevent such things while out on the street. Or why others like herself wear scent blockers every day and had habits of abusing their surpresents. If there was any chance of an alpha being in a 5 mile vicinity then they would never take any risks. If anything Sakaki was a rather big risk taker, she worked in an alpha dominated field and she did not wear a protective collar. Only replaying on her own battle skills and scent blockers, since her abuse of surpresents has left them slightly unreliable now.
And although Bakugou was completely an alpha through and through, she did not have that fear while being around him or even while around Kirishima. Bakugou especially was a lot of things, but a man to let his alpha rule him and destroy someone’s world like that? No she could not imagine the blonde would ever do such a thing. Break her back while she’s in heat maybe, but he would always hold enough control to never do anything she did not agree to. And that was an oddly calming thought.
It also quickly reminded her of his hand being wrapped around her neck while they had been fucking. At first she had thought it was to tease her scent glands, and it may have started that way, but his hands had remained there till the end. Covering and protecting her scent glands. She oddly wanted to thank him for that kind moment. But she knew the blonde would deny any such act if she brought it up. It was just not worth arguing with him over it as she stepped under the hot water. She let out an audible sigh as if the hot water was able to wash away her stress a little as she let the water run over her body. She could feel the hard body of Bakugou as he leaned into her attempting to get a little of the hot water for himself. All the while mumbling and grumbling under his breath.
“If you don’t like fighting for who gets to be under the water then you should have just waited till I was done and gone for your own shower,” she teased him as she could hear most of his grumbling about how she was hogging the hot water, again. Which earned him a snicker from the woman.
“Shuddup,” he was growling at her which only made her snicker even more.
Aside from the light teasing the shower had been rather fast and simple. Once both bodies were nice and clean she had turned off the water while Bakugou was already stepping out and grabbing himself a towel that he started to run over his body before wrapping it loosely around his waist. Sakaki had quickly followed after him doing the same as she dried herself off before wrapping her towel around her head and walking out of the bathroom. She didn’t even care any more if the blonde saw her naked. Wasn’t like she had not let him see it all already. Pulling the towel off of her head she was ruffling her hair with the towel as an attempt to dry it. Even as she could feel eyes on her ass she simply strolled towards her tiny closet to grab herself some clean dry clothes.
It did not take her long to slip on a simple pale baby blue t-shirt and some black leggings. Once she turned around she noticed Bakugou had fetched some of his clothes from her nest. She pouted softly at the fact that the man had taken back some of his clothes. But it wasn’t like she could exactly force him to go home naked just so she could horde his clothes in her nest. Leaving him dressed and sitting on the edge of her bed drying his hair still with his towel she headed back to her bathroom to start working the knots out of her long dark hair. She had left the door to the bathroom open. It did not take long till the blonde had joined her as he leaned against the door frame of her bathroom. She had looked at him through the mirror but he didn’t say anything. That didn’t surprise her, Bakugou never was one to try and force small talk.
Once she could run the brush through her damp hair without hitting a knot she felt that was good enough. She wasn’t about to blow dry it, she didn’t care if her hair was still a little wet. Placing the hair brush down on the counter she instead reached for the little package of scent blockers grabbing two and about to open the first one when a growl stopped her.
“Don’t,” was all he said which had her body completely freeze with the little package in her fingers about to open the single patch. Her eyes quickly moved to look up into the mirror where she could see him glaring back at her.
“What?” She asked softly with a mixture of shock and confusion on her face at his hard glare.
“I said don’t. I don’t like when you wear those damn patches,” was the slight bit more of an explanation he gave.
“I don’t wear them because I want to. I wear them for safety,” she said dryly as she turned to look at him.
Bakugou had noticed it first during their shower that her body wash was a scent blocking one. The first time he showered with her he noticed it and thought it was just for after her heat. But the same bottle was still in place this time. And there was no other body wash in her shower so she clearly used it regularly. She also wore those scent patches regularly as well, not just while at work. She even wore them outside of work most of the time. And he got a glimpse today as to why she did. She worked incredibly hard to remove any hint at herself being an omega. And in some ways he still did not get it. But it was slowly becoming more clear as to why she did. And he did not like it. He wanted to be able to smell her heavenly scent.
“Yeah well while you're around me or shitty hair you don’t need them. So don’t wear them so much,” he said as if it was that simple. Which had her sigh softly.
“Fine I won’t put them on right now. But I am taking them with me,” she said, which had him still scowling but he did not argue with her. She grabbed a few extra, deciding she may as well stash a few at Bakugou’s place so she would have them just in case. That way she did not need to worry about a repeat of that morning.
“If we are not coming back here tonight let me grab an overnight bag. Then we can head out. Or will you finally take my protective detail off?” She asked as she slipped past Bakugou to head back to her bedroom. Grabbing an old gym back from UA she started to toss some clothes into it. A sports bra, and a few more panties just in case, some tops and pants. As well as some workout shorts.
“You know damn well I won’t let you out of my sight while that damn gang is still running around. You're a target. Leaving you unprotected would be stupid,” he yelled in that clearly Bakugou style at her.
“You sound like you don’t think I could handle myself? I’m a hero too dumb ass,” she said glancing over her back as she folded clothes to stuff into the bag she had on her bed.
“It’s not that and you know it. It is just smarter to have someone around. It’s safer and you know it,” that was his way of saying he worried for her and they both knew it. Which earned him a soft smile from over her shoulder as she zipped up the bag and slung the strap over her shoulder.
“Alright. But if this is going to last much longer I’m gonna need more than a single bag of clothes,” she said simply as she started towards the front door.
“You think too much idiot,” was the grumble she got from the blonde who followed after her to start slipping his own shoes on while she tied up her runners.
Leaving her apartment she walked beside the quiet blonde as they walked over towards his impressive looking car. She still had to catch herself to not crawl into the driver's seat and instead make her way around to the other side and climb into the passenger seat.
“This feels so weird. I don’t know how you can drive an import,” she said as she did up her seat belt. It felt odd sitting in what should have been the driver's side but there was no steering wheel. She could hear Bakugou snort at her which had her looking over at him.
“It’s not that bad. It’s really not that hard to learn to drive one,” Bakugou said. And Sakaki was pretty sure his chest had puffed up a little.
“How did you learn to drive one?” She asked assuming it was simply that he bought the car and learned on his own. Apparently she was wrong.
“All Might had an import and he let me drive it once before we graduated. I fell in love with it and asked him to teach me to drive it. And since he lived in America for a while he was very well skilled in driving it. So he taught me how to drive one,” Bakugou said. An actual smile crossed his lips at the memory of his old mentor and their apparent driving lessons it seemed.
Aww she almost could have cooed the second she saw such a genuine smile from him. It was such a soft look on his face. And a rare one. She had never seen him look like that before, and she may never see it again. It was such an adorable sight. But she would never say that. She knew if she did he would never show that face again.
“Oh I didn’t know All Might had an import,” she said simply not wanting to say anything about how cute it was to think of the old school teacher and hero teaching Bakugou to drive.
“Yeah he bought a car from America after he had come back to Japan I guess. He doesn’t drive it often or didn’t back then anyways,” was the simple reply Bakugou gave.
“That actually makes sense. He probably did a fair bit of driving in America. And I could see him having some attachments to his time there. A car as a souvenir seems like something he would do,” she said with a soft giggle before the car came to a stop as he parked in his parking lot at his apartment. The only reply she got from the blonde this time was a grunt as she climbed out of the car and with her old gym bag in hand trotted after Bakugou and into the apartment building that was becoming far too familiar. And yet she also did not mind how familiar the place was starting to feel.
“We’re back,” Sakaki called out as Bakugou opened the door but said nothing as Sakaki strolled into the place as if it was her own home. The urge to yell out we are home instead was incredibly tempting.
A small body with a mop of long dark hair collided with her legs. Nearly toppling her over with the force. She smiled warmly down at the boy who was happily greeting her return.
“Welcome back aunty Shun,” the kid mumbled into her leg before picking his head up to look at her with his mothers matching eyes.
“Hey Hatori,” she greeted a little surprised to see him but it made sense. The baby sitter could not watch him all day.
As she greeted the kid Kirishima’s head popped out of the living room and smiled brightly as she was patting the kids head and trying to pry him off or both her legs so she could attempt to at least scurry further into the room. It took a bit of work but she at least was able to free one of her legs and drag the kid with her as she walked towards the living room.
“Hey Kirishima. How is Sasara?” She asked softly, still a little worried for her friend, even if she did not witness the attack, hearing about it alone had clearly upset the other omega. As well as hearing how Sakaki had been treated after. Sakaki was not surprised the other woman would be down herself. She has encountered her own issues of being an omega. Even more so now that she is a single mother as well with a broken bond.
“Oh she’s in the living room. She’s been a bit down. She turned my bed into a nest, and asked me to get Hatori from the baby sitters. Once he was here she perked up,” Kirishima said, giving her a reassuring smile as she dragged the kid with her till she reached the living room where her white haired friend was sitting and smiled widely at her as she made her way to the couch. Seeing each other was quickly a reassurance for both women.
“Shun!” The light haired woman had said with a wide smile breaking across her face at the sight of her friend. “I was getting a little worried you were gone for a while.”
“Yeah sorry about that. Bakugou ran me home so I could nest a little. But we both ended up falling asleep. Then I really needed a shower and fresh clothes,” she said with a light chuckle as she shifted the gym bag in her hands to show it off.
“Bakubro, that was really smart,” Kirishima said, tailing after Bakugou who was making his way to the kitchen. They slept through lunch so she could only assume he was wanting to start dinner soon.
“Oh that was really sweet of him. Kirishima just let me take over his room till he came back with Hatori,” the pale woman said blushing softly at the mention of taking over the alphas room and turning his bed into a nest. Sakaki could only imagine that Sasara had probably stolen all of his clothes too, clean or dirty to add to the mess of his blankets. Because that is what she would have done to Bakugou’s room if she had stayed.
“Hey dumbasses. We are having takikomi gohan and some teriyaki grilled salmon for dinner,” came the yell from the kitchen as Sakaki made her way over to sit on the couch beside Sasara. Which is when Hatori finally let go of her to instead sit beside her.
“Was that him asking or ordering us to eat it?” Sasara asked in a whisper with a gentle giggle. Which had Sakaki giggling softly with her.
“Who knows when it comes to him,” she said as she smiled at her friend as they watched Bakugou chase Kirishima out of the kitchen so the blonde could be left to cook their dinner in peace.
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