I saw this in a dream once. Incubus have wings on their lower back, think albedo from Overlord. Quirkless reader, cuz in my mind they taste better to an incubus.
Yes, this means the entire Todoroki family are also incubi and succubi. I am blasting the image of incubus Enji and Touya into your minds right now, do you see it?
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Imagine going to the same college as Natsuo. Being quirkless means you don’t have many choices in life, having to avoid the discrimination and mistreatment and all that.
It's normal to hide being quirkless, any quirkless person will tell you that if you go on the secret forums where you all meet. So, you made up some small useless quirk, like just slightly above average sense of smell, the ability to think a little quicker than most, or being able to control your dreams.
Everyone believes you, as everyone struggles to imagine quirkless people being anywhere in public. All but your roommate Natsuo. At first you didn’t know how to react around Natsuo, with him being the son of the hero Endeavor.
He's very nice, kind and attentive, never makes a mess even when he stays up for days studying. But somehow he clocks you not having a quirk at all. You can’t figure out how, since nobody ever has sniffed you out before.
Little do you know, incubi like Natsuo can smell it on people, if they have a quirk or not, or what kind. And the quirkless smell the best. Enough to make his mouth water the first time you guys met.
At first you would be scared he would mistreat you or use it against you, but he never does. Natsuo keeps being nice, even outright affectionate. It's weird at first, to be best friends with the son of a famous hero, but you quickly learn he hates his dad.
You had always assumed he had a quirk like his dad, or like his mom, especially after you catch him using ice around the apartment, or during your medical classes.
When his quirk starts acting up, leaving him pale and frosty, you can only guess he’s sick, or maybe he’s stressed. It's that time of the year where homework is picking up, prepping for one of many exams, so it only makes sense.
In reality, Natsuo is having a very hard time, because he’s decided he actually likes you, a lot. He can’t get himself to feed on others like in the past, not when he has you right there, so perfect in every way.
Natsuo has always been an affectionate guy to you, so you let him flop on top of you when you lay in your bed, or cuddle you when you’re studying. You don’t mind, who would with such a handsome guy in their bed? Plus, he runs cold, so it’s not like its overheating.
He's gotten a lot more affectionate though, even rubbing his face into your back, his hands clenching at your shirt like you’re gonna disappear. You swear you can hear him purring every now and then, but when you look back at him, Natsuo just pouts at you.
You see the tattoo on accident. An incubus tattoo are normally not visible, only if they’re very hungry or very aroused, and Natsuo is both.
It’s very pretty, and even glowing a faint blue when you walk in on him changing. The tattoo is new, so of course you ask if he’s gotten a new tattoo, and of course, you touch it.
Little do you know, touching the tattoo of an incubus floods their system with pleasure and energy, making you stumble as Natsuo slumps against you with a needy groan. Being so close to you, being so hungry, is what finally makes Natsuo snap.
Kissing him is so strange, especially when you swear you can feel his tongue becoming longer. His mouth is cold, not too much, but enough to be strange. Natsuo finally pulls back when you get pushed onto your bed, his tongue splitting down the middle like the tongue of a snake.
The tattoo on his lower abdomen seems to flare as he seats himself in your lap, his pupils becoming thin like that of a cat. In a world of quirks, it can’t be too strange, right? And sadly, you are thinking with your second head as Natsuo starts rolling his hips, his movements as hypnotic as a snake.
“You taste so good” he outright purrs, fangs dropping out as he nibbles on your lip. Your hands bump into growing lumps when you try to run them through his hair, fingers touching and feeling as small horns grow from his head.
“Here” he gasps, grabbing your hands and pressing them against his lower back, where you can feel something sprouting.
It feels like feathers and bones growing out of his back, it’s gross and uncomfortable in a way, as pitch black wings unfurl and stretch out. Natsuo shudders as he flaps his wings, as they’re sore from being hidden away so much.
It’s like a wild heady dream as you lay back and watch with wide eyes, as Natsuo stretches like a cat in the sun, his usual kind smile turning impish and fox-like as he squints down at you.
Something coils around your wrist, making you jump. When you look down you see a deep blue tail curling around your arm like an affectionate snake, it’s even got a cute heart-shaped tip.
Natsuo has always been very handsome and adorable, like a big white tiger, in a way. But now, he’s more... everything.
You swear his body grows plumper in different places as you guys keep kissing and dry humping, which becomes frotting, which becomes Natsuo riding you like a damn bull.
The tattoo on his abdomen glows brighter with each orgasm he wrings out of you, the curly heart-shape flashing like a christmas display.
Natsuo becomes shiny with sweat, even with his insides as cold as they are. His pecs plump up, his thighs thickening up, and his ass becoming more, his body filling your hands even as your fingers start buzzing and your eyes rolling back.
It feels like you’ve ran a marathon, or multiple marathons, after pulling a 48-hour study session, and not drinking any water the entire time. But poor Natsuo is starving, and feasting on the most delicious partner he has ever tasted.
Natsuo is thankfully present enough to slow down when you go limp, having lost count of just how many orgasms your glowing partner has pulled from you.
Natsuo is so satisfied and happy, feeling well-fed and bright. He looks like a damn fantasy as he finally climbs off you, kisses you all over, wipes you down and makes you drink and eat something.
You just kinda, flop about, feeling like you’ve had your very soul sucked out of you, which you kinda have.
At least you get to lay on his now larger, softer pecs, as Natsuo kisses your face all over, his tail smacking against the mattress from his pleased wagging.
The tattoo on his abdomen is still glowing, but it’s settled to a calmer blue shade, matching the color of his eyes. It seems all the energy he has fed off you had settled something inside him, and if you guys become mates, it’ll take a new form and color, but only time will tell if that will happen.
the drive was long. the road is familar, leading to the one place you dreaded-- the todoroki household. every minute you got closer felt like you were nearing your own execution.
your looking at emi, your hand rubbing absent circles over her chair seat. although you were staring directly at her, your mind was thinking of a different story.
emi kicks and you snap back to reality. you smile softly, and she babbles to herself, grabbing her feet and attempting to take her socks off. you manage to distract her with her rattle, her small hands reaching for it. you cant believe you agreed to this. the thought of seeing enji todorokis angry glare sent shivers down your spine. anxiety washed over you and you turned back to the front seat, your hands folded neatly in your lap. your voice was quiet when you finally spoke. "sho... are you sure hes changed?"
you keep your eyes on your hands, fiddling with your thumbs.
shotos hand slides over to hold your own. "yes." he states calmly. he always knew how to ease your worries-- maybe it was the certainty in his tone or how he kept his word. "i believe he has. after the fight with touya... hes been trying to atone." his voice catches slightly on his brothers name, and for a moment his grip on your hand tightens-- not enough to ever hurt, but enough to see the tension and grief he is holding back. hes quiet for longer than usual, his eyes locked on the road ahead, and you realize hes convincing himself as much as hes reassuring you. when he finally tears his eyes off the road to glance at you there is something in his expression; doubt.
the word hangs in the air. atone.
you bite your bottom lip. you heard the news reports, how the turth being exposed nearly sent your husband into a mental breakdown. people accusing him of being just like his father. many disapproved of his father and their hatred for him was derected at his children. some criticzed them for not speaking up-- as if they werent victims. as if speaking up about years of mental and phyiscal abuse is an easy story to tell. you recall when some ignorant reporter called a birthmark emi had on her arm a bruise, tried to frame your beloved husband in the media. they shut up real quick when they were faced with a defamation lawsuit.
shoto faced his cruelty firsthand, and if he said he changed, then all you can do is listen. your hand squeezes around his own.
you stare at the wedding ring he had given you-- the bond of love and trust-- and you trust your husband.
you turn back to emi, who was now chewing on the rattle, and you pull your phone out to take a photo. you cant help the faint smile that tugs at your mouth.
shotos thumb brushes over your knuckles and you turn back to the front. "the second you want to leave, we will," he reassures you. he pauses, then adds, "you dont need to prove anything to him. you are more then what my old man thinks of quirks." his eyes flick to you briefly, "youre my family. thats all that matters."
you nod, your mind drifting away to the first time you visited the todoroki household.
you remember how hard you tried to make a good impression. you had stood in the mirror for longer than you liked to admit; changing outfits, your hair, overthinking everything down to how to how youd introduce yourself. it mattered, because this was important to shoto, and meeting his family is like stepping into a part of his life he rarely talked about. you knew that his relationship with his father was stained, and the gaps in his stories filled out the rest. everyone knew the number one hero was not a people person and you could only imagine a man like that being a father.
the house itself was huge, and you stared in amazement. your family was no where near this rich. you felt a hand on your back and snapped out of your thoughts.
youd been trembling-- barely noticable, but he noticed. his hand had slipped from your back to your hand, fingers threading through yours. he leaned closer, whispering, "breathe. everythings going to be fine."
when you both stepped inside and caught enjis cold stare across the room, shoto had positioned himself slightly in front of you, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. his sister welcomed you both, "its so nice to finally meet you," she professed, leading you to the dining room. "shotos told us so much about you."
the table was already set-- pristine white plates, polished sliverware, everything arranged with careful precision. you saw a man with white hair take a seat next to fuyumi. he gave a small wave, and you returned it with a nervous smile.
that must be natsuo.
you take a seat beside shoto, your hands folded in your lap to keep them from shaking.
"i cant believe shoto has been dating someone for months and we are only now hearing about you!" fuyumi teased with a grin, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.
you laughed nervously, heat rising to your cheeks. "that was partly my fault, i told shoto to keep our relationship private for a few months."
"ahh, so just like natuso!"
the man in question gasped, his face flushed, "whoa-- dont go exposing me now!"
shoto looked up from his plate, his expression neutral, "its not exposing you if we all knew."
"huh? you knew?" natsuos eyes went wide with shock.
"yes. fuyumi told me a while ago."
"fuyumi!"
you couldnt help but laugh. maybe this wont be so bad and you got all worked up for nothing.
the dinner continued, and you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm of conversation. when you took your first bite, the flavors melted on your tongue. "this is delicious! what recipe did you use?" you question her.
fuyumi swallowed her food before answering, her face bright with joy. "i got it from the internet, i can give it to you before you leave if you like."
"please do, this is amazing." you grinned.
"do you cook too?" her face lit up right away.
"heh, yeah." you admitted, a bit shy, "i plan to open up my own restaurant after culinary school." that caught her attention fast, "what kind?" she beamed with excitement.
and just like that, the two of you were talking. about recipes, about dishes you loved, about what kind of resturant youd run. it felt easy, talking to someone youve barley knew for an hour.
until--
"so you have no interest in hero work?"
you looked up.
enjis eyes were trained on you. he had been quiet you almost forgot he was even here. his expression was unreadable, his arms crossed over his chest-- everything about his posture was unwelcoming.
you look at shoto and he holds your hand under the table. "o--oh... um" you started, suddenly aware of how small you sounded. "i dont have a quirk."
"i see." two words. thats all he gave you. two words, and somehow they weighed more than all the ones he didnt say
the conversation contined after that, but the air felt different. you kept getting in your own head, his dismissal. as if he already decided your worth based off the absence of a quirk.
the dinner came to an end and you were putting on your shoes while shoto grabbed your jacket from the closet. fuyumi and natsuo were both bidding you goodbye, friendly compared to enjis next words.
"youre choosing poorly."
you froze. he was talking to shoto-- no doubt about it.
"youre young," he went on, like he was explaining something painfully simple. "you dont understand the long-term consequences."
your grip tightened on the strap of your purse. you saw shotos jaw clench.
"a partner without a quirk limits your future. your offspring would have a chance at being quirkless." he said it like a disease. like you were some defect in society
natuso tsked. "cant you just be happy for him?" he snapped with a glare. fuyumi looked panicked, like she wanted to keep the peace, but it was far too late for that.
shoto lead you out the door, turning back to glare at his ignorant father, "im not like you." his voice was firm, unwavering.
enjis expression hardened.
"i dont care about a strong heir. theres more to her than what she can do for me."
enji took a step forward, "shoto--"
the door slammed shut before he could say anything else.
the door opens before you can knock. youd braced yourself for that awkward pause, the kind where you stand in the cold waiting, second-guessing your choice to come here today. but fuyumi stands there, framed in the doorway, her expression still soft from when you last met. you can tell a sense of ease washes over her when she sees you both. theres a flicker of surprise at the sight of the baby in shoto's arms.
"shoto, y/n," she speaks first, her voice carrying a quiet kind of relief before her attention shifts more to you. "hi... its really good to see you again."
its nice seeing her, even if this place makes your heart feel heavy.
"hi," you answer, softer than you intended.
her eyes drift back to the infant in shotos arms, and whatever restraint shed had disappears momentarily. her whole expression changes. "oh-- can i?" she asks, already moving closer, holding herself back from overstepping.
shoto doesnt hesitate. he carefully hands emi toward her, and fuyumi takes her like shes made of glass, cooing softly and gently rocking her. "shes beautiful," she murmurs. emi reaches up to try and tug on her hair, blinking with curious eyes.
"whats her name?"
"emi," you reply.
"emi..." she repeats, testing the sound of it. "thats perfect." she quickly regains her bearings. "oh-- come in, come in." she steps out of the way, her free hand gesturing you both inside.
you step over the threshold, and the familiar weight of the house settles over you. the sight of emi reaching for her with tiny, trusting hands makes it easier to breathe.
you slip in beside shoto, bending down to take your shoes off near the entrance, and the first thing you notice is how different the house feels. it hasnt changed in appearance, rather in atmosphere. your eyes drift without meaning to, thats when you notice her.
she stands further back, near the hallway leading to the kitchen, hands loosely folded in front of her. she looked a bit out of place, like she was decicing if she should act as a ghost or apporch you head on. shoto follows your gaze, "mother?"
your attention snaps back to his mother.
rei.
she steps forward slowly, her eyes moving between you and shoto before settling on emi in fuyumis arms.
"…may i?" she asks, her voice gentle. fuyumi looks at you for permission. you hesitate for a second then nod.
rei takes emi with both hands, you can tell shes worried about doing something wrong. but the second emi settles against her, something in her posture relaxes just a little. her shoulders drop, her expression is in awe. "shes so small, she murmurs, almost to herself. "its nice to finally meet you," she says after a moment, looking up at you. "shoto has told me about you."
you blink. "…he has?" you glace at shoto and he looks almost embarrssed, the faintest hint of color rising to his cheeks.
theres a small smile on reis lips. "he wrote me letters back when he attented UA."
you dont really know what to say to that, so you just nod. you look around, "where is natsuo? "
fuyumi cringes at the mention of her brother, "he.. left. i visit him from time to time but he wants to start a new family with his fiancee. "
just when she finished speaking, you hear it: the sound of a cane hitting the floor.
when you look, hes standing there. the man that made you dread coming here. that has thousands of news reports about how awful he is. whos initial dismissal of you opens a scar that hasnt healed yet.
enji.
he looks… different. older, of course, but its more than that. theres something worn down about him, defeated almost. a shell of the aggressive man he was before. the cane is obvious, held in one hand, his stance just slightly off because of it.
his eyes go to shoto first then to you and they rest there.
"…you came." his voice isnt sharp. if anything, he sounds unsure.
you dont answer right away. your fingers curl slightly at your sides, grounding yourself, reminding yourself youre not that same girl standing by the door anymore.
shoto shifts just a little closer to you.
enji exhales slowly, like hes steadying himself. "i…" he starts, then stops, his jaw tightening for a second before he tries again. "thank you for coming." its not what you expected. not even close.
you glance at shoto for a second, then back at enji. "we're not staying long," you say.
he nods right away. "thats… fair." his gaze shifts to emi in reis arms, and his face changes to a soft expression, a stark contrast to how you last remember him. he doesnt move any closer. he just stares, his eyes arent cold like all those years ago. he doesnt say anything about what she is, or what she could be. rei adjusts emi slightly, glancing at enji before looking back at you.
"dinner is ready," she says gently, turning to the dining room table.
fuyumi follows quickly. you look at shoto again, and he squeezes your hand. when you follow them further inside, it doesnt feel like youre walking into the same place you left before.
The days after the USJ attack were a strange, suspended limbo. Classes resumed, but the air in U.A. had shifted. The League of Villains had breached the supposedly impenetrable fortress, and the whole school was buzzing with rumors, suspicion, and a fresh wave of hero-worship for the students who'd fought back.
And at the center of it all—inexplicably, unwillingly, and loudly—was you.
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You couldn't walk down a hallway anymore without whispers.
"That's her. The Jester. The one who talked down the hand villain."
"I heard she's quirkless. How is that even possible?"
"She looks like a circus reject. Is the makeup permanent?"
"My cousin's in Class 1-A. He said she knows things. Like, things she shouldn't."
"Maybe she's a spy. That's the rumor. She knew too much."
You heard every word. You always did. Your painted lips curled into their permanent smile, but your grip on your jester's staff tightened just slightly. You'd expected this. You'd known this would happen the moment you opened your mouth at the USJ. You'd traded your anonymity for All Might's opening, and now you were paying the price.
But you hadn't expected it to be this annoying.
"Hey, clown girl!"
You stopped walking. Didn't turn around. Just tilted your head, bells chiming.
A group of three students from the General Studies course had cornered you near the vending machines. You'd been trying to get strawberry milk. Again. The universe was personally denying you strawberry milk.
"She's ignoring us," one of them said, a sneer in his voice. "Hey. We're talking to you. How'd a quirkless freak get into the hero course? Daddy donate a building?"
You turned, slowly, theatrically. The bells on your hat sang a little melody. "Ah, the classic 'daddy's money' angle. How creative. Did you workshop that, or did it just fall out of your mouth like the rest of the nonsense you spew?"
The leader—tall, broad-shouldered, probably used to being intimidating—stepped forward. "You think you're funny?"
"I don't think I'm funny. I know I'm funny. The difference between us is that I'm entertaining on purpose, and you're a joke by accident." You tapped your chin with a jingle. "Actually, no. You're not a joke. Jokes have structure. You're more of a... vague, disappointing anecdote."
His face reddened. "You—"
"Let me break this down for you, since complex thought seems to be a foreign concept." You started ticking off fingers. "You're a General Studies student, which means you either didn't make it into the hero course or didn't try. You're cornering me in a group of three, which screams insecurity. You opened with an insult about my quirklessness, which is the intellectual equivalent of pointing at the sky and saying 'blue.' And you're standing too close to the vending machine, blocking my access to strawberry milk, which is, frankly, a war crime." You smiled, all teeth. "Did I miss anything, or are you going to provide more material?"
The leader's friends had gone quiet. One of them was actually taking a step back. The leader's mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"Also," you added, leaning in, "if I were a spy, do you think I'd be doing this bad a job of blending in? I'm wearing bells. I jingle when I breathe. Your deductive reasoning is so poor it's almost impressive. Almost. It's mostly just sad."
You straightened up, adjusted your hat, and stepped around them.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a strawberry milk carton. It's the only relationship in my life that doesn't disappoint me."
You jingled away. Behind you, one of the bullies whispered, "What just happened?"
"I think we got verbally dismantled," another whispered back.
"Yeah," you called over your shoulder without stopping. "You did."
What you didn't notice—because you were too busy being a one-person verbal wrecking crew—was that your classmates had started running interference.
It started small. Kirishima, walking past a group of gossiping students, saying loudly, "Man, the Jester is so cool, isn't she? Saved our lives at the USJ. Super manly." The gossipers scattered.
Then Uraraka started "accidentally" floating people's shoes when they got too close to you with hostile intent. "Oh no, so clumsy!" she'd say, while some bully floated helplessly toward the ceiling. "Sorry, my quirk's been acting up!"
Iida began delivering impromptu lectures about U.A.'s anti-bullying policies whenever he saw someone glaring at you. "Harassment of a fellow student is a violation of Section 4, Paragraph 2 of the U.A. Code of Conduct! I will be reporting this to the faculty!" He did. Every time. Aizawa was buried in his reports.
Tsuyu, in her blunt way, would just appear beside you and say, "You're bothering my classmate, kero. You should leave." And something about her unblinking stare made people listen.
Bakugo didn't protect you. Bakugo just glared at anyone who looked at you wrong, and his glare was so terrifying that it amounted to the same thing. He'd never admit it, though. If asked, he'd say he was just coincidentally standing nearby, ready to explode anyone who annoyed him. You. You annoyed him. Not them. Obviously.
Todoroki's method was the most unsettling. He'd simply freeze the ground beneath someone's feet and say, "Oh. It seems you've lost your footing. How unfortunate." His face never changed.
You found out about this when you walked into the common room and found Midoriya, Kirishima, Uraraka, and Kaminari huddled over a whiteboard labeled "OPERATION: PROTECT THE JESTER (She Can't Know)."
You cleared your throat. They screamed.
"What," you said flatly, "is this."
"Nothing!" Midoriya shrieked, throwing his body over the whiteboard. "Homework! Group homework!"
"I can see the word 'Jester' written in red marker, Green Bean."
"...It's a history project? About jesters?"
You stared at him. He sweated profusely. The bells on your hat chimed in the silence.
"I don't need protection," you said eventually. "I've been handling bullies since I could walk. I'm quirkless. This isn't new."
"But you shouldn't have to handle them!" Uraraka burst out. "You're our classmate! Our friend! And people are saying horrible things about you, and you just... take it, and you make jokes, and you never let us help!"
"Because I don't need help."
"Tough," Kirishima said, crossing his arms. "We're helping anyway. Manly-style. You can't stop us."
You looked at them. Uraraka, defiant. Kirishima, resolute. Midoriya, still awkwardly covering the whiteboard. Kaminari, giving you a thumbs up.
Something in your chest did a complicated, painful thing.
"You're all insufferable," you said, and walked out. But you didn't tell them to stop.
The cafeteria was your coliseum.
You'd been eating lunch in relative peace—relative, because Bakugo was two tables over having a screaming match with his rice—when Monoma Neito, Class 1-B's resident provocateur, slid into the seat across from you.
"Greetings, Class 1-A's resident circus freak!" he announced, arms spread wide. "I've heard so much about you. The quirkless wonder who thinks she's a hero! How fascinating."
You didn't look up from your food. "Monoma Neito. Quirk: Copy. Can replicate any quirk he touches for five minutes. Can't use multiple quirks simultaneously. Overcompensates for his own perceived inadequacy by belittling others. Favorite hobby: making everyone around him deeply, profoundly tired."
His smile twitched. "Oh, you've heard of me?"
"I've heard your voice echoing through every hallway in this school and felt my will to live erode in real time. Yes, I've heard of you."
"I'm flattered! But I'm here to discuss you. The so-called Jester. A quirkless nobody who somehow stumbled into the hero course. Tell me, how much did your parents pay to get you in? Or was it blackmail? You seem the type."
You finally looked up. Your painted smile was serene. "Let me stop you right there, Monoma, because I can see you've prepared a whole routine, and I'd hate for you to waste it. You're going to say Class 1-A is overrated, that we get too much attention, that you and Class 1-B are the real heroes in training. You're going to imply I'm a fraud, because if a quirkless person can succeed, what does that say about your precious quirk-based superiority complex?" You tilted your head. "Am I close?"
"You're nothing but a clown with a gimmick. Without that makeup, what are you? Just another quirkless failure who should've stayed in her lane."
"Interesting!" you said brightly. "A failure who scored sixty rescue points in the entrance exam. A failure who talked down Shigaraki Tomura while you were safely at home, probably rehearsing this exact speech in your bathroom mirror. A failure who can dismantle your entire argument in the time it takes you to flip your hair." You stood, picking up your tray. "You want to know my gimmick, Monoma? It's not the makeup. It's not the bells. It's that I'm smarter than you, and we both know it, and it burns."
You started to walk away, then paused.
"Oh, and one more thing. Your Copy quirk has a time limit. You know what doesn't have a time limit? The psychological damage I just inflicted. That's going to linger. Have fun with that."
You jingled off. Monoma sat frozen, his smile fixed but his eyes slightly glassy.
At a nearby table, Kendo Itsuka, Class 1-B's class representative, sighed deeply. "I'm so sorry about him."
"Don't apologize," you called back. "He's the most fun I've had all week."
A group of boys from the Support Course thought they'd be clever.
They cornered you outside the Development Studio, emboldened by the fact that they'd just built some "anti-jester" gadget they were very proud of. It was a net launcher. A literal net launcher.
"So," their leader said, a wrench in his hand and a smug grin on his face, "you're the famous Jester. Wanna see what happens when support tech meets quirkless freak?"
You looked at the net launcher. Then at him. Then back at the net launcher.
"A net launcher," you said flatly. "You built a net launcher. For a person who wears bells. Who announces her presence with every step. Who, and I cannot stress this enough, is standing perfectly still and could easily dodge a net traveling at—" you squinted at the device, "—by my estimate, fifteen meters per second with a spread pattern you didn't optimize because the nozzle is crooked. The net's going to fire at an angle. It'll miss me by at least two feet."
The boy's grin faltered. "It—no, I calibrated it—"
"You calibrated it for a stationary target at exactly six meters. You're standing at five. It's going to overshoot." You stepped forward, closing the distance to four meters. "Now it's definitely going to overshoot. Want to fire it and prove me right?"
He fired it. It overshot. The net sailed over your head and tangled in the ceiling lights.
You didn't even flinch.
"Fascinating," you said. "You built a weapon specifically to capture me, and you didn't account for basic trigonometry. I'm not trapped in here with you. You're trapped in here with your own incompetence. Goodbye."
You left them struggling to untangle the net. Behind you, you heard one of them mutter, "She did math. She did math while we were threatening her."
"Yeah," another said. "She's terrifying."
The girls' bathroom was supposed to be a neutral zone. You were just trying to touch up your makeup.
A group of second-year students from the Business Course had followed you in. They were polished, pretty, and radiating the kind of mean-girl energy that transcended universes.
"It must take so much makeup to hide whatever's under there," one of them said, examining her nails. "Are you, like, hideously scarred? Or just ugly?"
You met her eyes in the mirror. "I'm so beautiful that your brain cells, all three of them, would short-circuit trying to process it. The makeup is a mercy. You're welcome."
Her friends gasped. She turned pink. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused. It's fine. Not everyone can have a personality, a quirk, and a face. You clearly invested all your points in one category, and it wasn't the one that counts."
"I have a quirk! I could destroy you!"
"Could you? Because last I checked, your quirk is minor telekinesis. You can move small objects. What are you going to do, float my hat off? I'll just put it back on. It'll be the most anticlimactic villain origin story in history."
"You're such a freak," another girl spat. "You don't belong here. You walk around like you own the place, but you're nothing. No quirk, no real talent, just... words."
"Words," you repeated, turning to face them fully. "Words like 'infiltration,' 'classified intelligence,' 'tactical analysis,' 'quirk assessment,' and 'I talked down a supervillain while you were practicing your eyeliner.' Those words?"
Silence.
"Here's the thing about words," you continued, stepping closer. "They're the only weapon I need. I don't have to touch you. I don't have to threaten you. I just have to describe you, accurately, and let the truth do the damage. Want to hear my description of you three? It's not flattering."
The leader's lip trembled. Just slightly.
"That's what I thought." You turned back to the mirror, dabbing at your diamond. "Now, if you're done, I have a class to get to. You have... whatever it is you do. Networking, I assume. You seem like you'll peak in high school."
They left. You finished your makeup in peace.
The whispers didn't stop. In fact, they got worse.
"How does she know so much about the League of Villains?"
"She knew Shigaraki's real name. How? Even the pro heroes didn't know that."
"Maybe she's a plant. A sleeper agent. The makeup hides her identity."
"She's too good at psychological warfare. That's not heroic. That's villainous."
You heard it all. It was fine. It was fine. You'd known this would happen. You'd made your choices. But sometimes, late at night, when the mask came off and the bells were silent, you stared at your bare face in the mirror and wondered if they were right.
You weren't a villain. You weren't. But you were something that didn't quite fit in this world, and the cracks were starting to show.
The After-School Talk: Shinso Hitoshi
You found him on the roof.
Not intentionally. You'd been looking for a quiet place to nap, away from the constant noise of the dorms, and the roof was usually empty. But today it wasn't.
Shinso Hitoshi sat against the railing, earphones in, eyes half-closed. He didn't open them when you jingled into view.
"You're loud," he said. "I heard you coming three hallways away."
"That's the point of the bells. Stealth is for people who can't talk their way out of a fight." You didn't leave. Instead, you sat down a few feet away, cross-legged, staff across your lap. "Shinso Hitoshi. Brainwashing quirk. Gen Ed student who tried for the hero course and got screwed by the entrance exam's bias against mental quirks. You want to transfer into the hero course. You're going to use the Sports Festival to prove yourself."
His eyes opened. They were tired, sharp, and deeply suspicious. "How do you know that."
"I know a lot of things. It's my thing."
"Right. The Jester." He pulled out his earphones. "I've heard about you. You're quirkless. You're a genius. You dismantle anyone who looks at you wrong. And half the school thinks you're a villain."
"Only half? I'm losing my touch."
"Are you?"
The question was so direct, so devoid of the usual hostility, that it caught you off guard. You tilted your head, bells chiming softly.
"Am I what? A villain?"
"A villain. A genius. Whatever." He shrugged, but his eyes never left you. "You don't have a quirk. I have a quirk people call villainous. We're both on the outside. I'm just wondering if you've figured out how to be okay with it."
You were quiet for a moment. Then: "No. I haven't. I just got good at pretending."
"Yeah." He looked away. "Me too."
The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable. It was the silence of two people who understood each other without needing to fill the space with noise.
"The Sports Festival," you said eventually. "You're going to face my classmates. They're strong."
"I know."
"Midoriya will break his fingers. Todoroki will refuse his fire. Bakugo will scream. It's all very predictable."
"Can you predict me?"
You smiled, and for once, it wasn't the painted-on performance smile. It was smaller. Realer. "I can. You're going to do well, Shinso. You're going to prove to everyone that your quirk isn't villainous. And when you do, maybe I'll prove to everyone that being quirkless isn't a death sentence."
"Maybe we're both just proving things to ourselves," he said quietly.
"...Maybe."
You didn't talk much after that. You just sat together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, two outsiders sharing a roof and a silence that felt like solidarity.
When you finally stood to leave, Shinso spoke again.
"Jester."
"Hm?"
"If you ever want to talk. Actually talk. I'm around."
You didn't turn back. But your voice was softer than usual when you said, "I'll keep that in mind, Brainwash Boy."
He snorted. "That's a terrible nickname."
"I'm workshopping it."
You jingled away, and Shinso watched you go with something that might've been the beginning of a smile.
The bullying didn't stop, but it did slow down. Partly because your classmates' "protection" was getting more aggressive. Partly because word of your verbal dismantlings had spread, and nobody wanted to be the next person you publicly humiliated.
And partly because the Sports Festival was approaching, and everyone had bigger things to worry about.
But you still had one more encounter waiting.
It was a quiet afternoon. You'd escaped the dorms to wander the school grounds, enjoying a rare moment of solitude. Your hat was slightly askew, your bells chiming softly with each step, and you were humming a tune that didn't exist in this world but lived in your head.
You rounded a corner and nearly walked straight into a wall of muscle.
"Oh! Sorry about that!" A voice, bright and booming, cut through your hum. "Didn't see you there, Jester! I'm Mirio Togata! The Big Three! You've probably heard of me!"
You looked up. And up. Mirio Togata, the man who would become Lemillion, was beaming at you with a smile so bright it could power a small city. And behind him, half-hidden behind a pillar, was a dark-haired boy trying very hard to become one with the concrete.
Tamaki Amajiki.
Your brain short-circuited.
"Tamaki," you breathed, and your voice came out entirely wrong—soft, awed, stripped of its usual sarcastic edge. "You're Tamaki Amajiki."
Tamaki flinched. "She knows my name. Why does she know my name. Mirio, make her not know my name."
"But she already knows it!" Mirio said cheerfully. "That's a good thing! It means you're famous!"
"It means I'm perceived. I don't want to be perceived."
You were still staring. Tamaki Amajiki. Suneater. The shyest, most anxious, most ridiculously powerful hero-in-training in the entire series. In your old life, you'd had a poster of him. You'd written fanfiction about him. And now he was standing right in front of you, trying to phase through a pillar out of social anxiety.
"You're so cool," you blurted, and immediately wanted to die.
Tamaki's head snapped toward you. "What."
"I mean—" You were fumbling. You, the Jester, the verbal assassin, the queen of comebacks, were fumbling. "Your quirk. Manifest. You can eat anything and transform parts of your body. The versatility is incredible. Octopus tentacles, crab claws, clam armor, even the properties of plants—it's one of the most adaptable quirks in existence. And you're shy, which makes you underestimate yourself, but you're actually ridiculously powerful, and I just—you're my favorite."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Mirio's grin stretched impossibly wider. "Ohhhh, Tamaki! You have a fan!"
"Please stop talking," Tamaki whispered, face buried in his hands. "Please. The sun is too bright. The jester is too nice. I want to go home."
"Same," you said automatically, and then caught yourself. "Wait. No. I mean—I'm sorry. I'm being weird. I'm never weird. I'm always composed and sarcastic and—" You took a breath. "Hi. I'm the Jester. Class 1-A. I think you're amazing. I'll leave now."
You turned to flee. Mirio caught your shoulder.
"Wait, wait! Don't leave! Tamaki needs more friends! He only has me, and I'm too much for one person!"
"That's true," Tamaki muttered. "Mirio is... a lot."
"I know," you said, and your voice came out fond. "He's Lemillion. He permeates through everything, including social boundaries."
Mirio laughed, delighted. "You DO know us! Tamaki, she knows our hero names! We haven't even debuted yet!"
"Please stop perceiving us," Tamaki said, but there was something almost curious in his downturned eyes. He risked a glance at you. "You're the one everyone's been talking about. The quirkless student who fought the League of Villains."
"I didn't fight them. I talked at them and hoped they wouldn't kill me."
"That's a kind of fighting."
"It's a kind of panic, is what it is."
Tamaki almost smiled. Almost. The corner of his mouth twitched. "You're... not what I expected."
"What did you expect?"
"Someone louder. Meaner." He hesitated. "You're mean to people who are mean to you. But you're not mean to me. Why?"
"Because you're Tamaki Amajiki," you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're Suneater. You're going to be one of the greatest heroes of your generation, and you're going to do it while being anxious and shy and completely, utterly human. That's worth being nice to."
Tamaki stared at you. For a long, uncomfortable moment, he just stared.
Then he said, very quietly, "Mirio. I think I might be having a heart attack."
"That's called friendship, Tamaki!" Mirio clapped him on the back. "You're doing great!"
"I'm not doing anything. She's doing everything. She's saying nice things and I don't know what to do with them."
"You could say thank you," you suggested gently.
"...Thank you," Tamaki whispered.
"You're welcome."
The three of you stood there for a moment—Mirio beaming, Tamaki trying to disappear, and you, the Jester, who'd just accidentally revealed her soft underbelly to her favorite character and somehow survived.
"We should hang out," Mirio announced. "All three of us! After the Sports Festival! Tamaki needs to practice socializing, and you clearly need more people who don't want to fight you!"
"I don't know if I'm good at socializing," you admitted. "I'm better at insulting."
"So is Tamaki! He just does it in his head!"
"I don't insult people in my head," Tamaki protested. "I just... imagine scenarios where I don't have to talk to them."
"That's the same thing," you said, and Tamaki looked at you with something that might have been the beginning of gratitude.
"See?" Mirio threw an arm around both of you. "You're already getting along! This is going to be great!"
You jingled helplessly, squished against Mirio's side. Tamaki looked like he was reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this moment.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, the part of you that still remembered watching this world from a screen, you thought: I just made friends with Tamaki Amajiki. I'm never going to recover from this.
You returned to the 1-A dorms to find your classmates in chaos.
"WHERE WERE YOU?!" Uraraka demanded. "We were WORRIED! You just disappeared!"
"I was making friends," you said, and the room went silent.
"You?" Bakugo said, incredulous. "Making friends? With who? The vending machine?"
"The Big Three, actually." You hung up your hat, bells chiming. "Mirio Togata and Tamaki Amajiki. They're nice. Well, Mirio is nice. Tamaki is anxious. I relate."
The class stared at you.
"You... related to someone," Midoriya said slowly, like he was solving a puzzle. "You showed genuine emotion. To a stranger. Willingly."
"I'm capable of it. I just choose not to with you all."
"That's so mean!" Kaminari wailed.
"And yet, you're still here."
"But you said Tamaki was anxious and you related!" Uraraka's eyes were sparkling. "That's so sweet! You have a soft spot!"
"I do not have a soft spot."
"You absolutely do! Who else do you secretly like? Is there a list? Can we see the list?"
"I'm going to bed."
"IT'S SEVEN PM!"
"Goodnight."
You fled to your room, bells jingling a frantic rhythm, and behind you, your classmates dissolved into delighted chaos.
When the Shouto Todoroki saves you and your kindergarten students at the aquarium during a villain attack, you can't seem to get him out of your head. Bonus: you're quirkless and he's a pro hero, so you live in two different worlds. The glue? His cute nephew that's obsessed with rocks and that just so happens to be in your kindergarten class.
In short: You've become obsessed, you suppose. But that's all right, you're not the only one that's obsessed.
WARNING: infatuated Shouto = a ditz who embarrasses himself in front of his crush <3; female reader (srry I forgot to add this to the first part but you can choose the gender^^); Shouto and Kaoru bonding!!
Part 1 here!
2 - You're Obsessed With Me
Shouto has never seen a woman so perfect.
He had heard of you before. Every so often, when Shouto would take Kaoru out on a playdate or visit Natsuo, his nephew would casually bring you up.
"Y/N-sensei let me bring my rock collection for show n' tell."
"Oji-san, Y/N-sensei cuts her apple slices like rabbits. I wan' rabbits too."
"Today was Y/N-sensei's birthday, so I gave her a rock."
In a way, Shouto knew you. He knew about how you loved to take your students on field trips and that you want to travel to Venice someday and that you cry at every little milestone. He knew all of this from the lovely little stories that his lovely little nephew would tell him.
What he did not know was how obsessed he'd be with you once he'd finally met you. That afternoon, about an hour after eating his lunch and about 30 minutes into his patrol, he had received a call from his secretary and the authorities that there was a villain wreaking havoc at the Hosu City Aquarium. That afternoon, when he rushed to the scene with his five-year-old nephew's safety and the safety of others occupying his mind.
That afternoon, you laid there on the tile floor, wrists bound together and arms cut up, with the most beautiful face ever- 'Eugh! Weirdo!' Shouto mentally gives himself a slap to the face while shaking his head, prompting him out of his daydream. He looks down at Kaoru, the little boy holding his uncle's hand and observing the passing cars. Reaching the agency, Shouto types in his password and enters, bringing Kaoru along with him.
"Kaoru-kun, I just need to finish up a report before we can go back to your house, okay?"
"Okay, oji-san." As they approach the elevator, Kaoru looks up at Shouto with puppy eyes, making Shouto chuckle. "Go ahead." The five-year-old cheers and makes a beeline for the elevator, reaching up to press the up button. The elevator arrives, and the white-haired boy leads his uncle inside, also reaching up to press the 4th floor button.
Once they reach Shouto's office floor, Kaoru sits on the couch and looks at Shouto patiently, though his face reflecting expectancy. Shouto quirks a brow and kneels down at his nephew. "Yes, Kaoru-kun?"
"Do you have games on your phone?"
"..."
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"Kaoru-kun, do you have your subway card?" Turning off the lights, Shouto leads his nephew into the elevator. He observes the little boy nod in response, a pleasant hum escaping him.
"That's good. We'll take the subway back to your house, okay?"
"Okay, oji-san."
Opening the main door for Kaoru, the two exit the agency and head to the nearby subway station. Almost 6:40pm, they board the train and Shouto makes sure that his nephew has a seat. As the subway starts moving, Shouto's thoughts once again wander. 'Does she take the subway home too? How long has she been a teacher for? And she's quirkless too? She's so brave.' Amidst the sound of chattering tracks and pleasant thoughts, the pro hero hears a little rumbling sound and smiles softly.
"Kaoru-kun, are you hungry? I can buy you dinner before we get you home." Kaoru nods shyly. Shouto nods in acknowledgement and helps the little boy find his way to the subway doors before they open. Once the subway stops, they exit it and push past the large herd of people. "Kaoru," Shouto squeezes his nephew's hand comfortingly. "What do you want to eat?" His gaze meets round, doe eyes.
"Salmon onigiri!" Hearing that, the heterochromatic man takes Kaoru to the convenience store and buys him his dinner.
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"Kaoru! You're safe!" Natsuo envelops his son in a hug, receiving a whine of protest. Shouto laughs at the sight. "I already fed him, Natsu-ani. No injuries and no problems." His elder brother lets out a sigh of relief and looks face-to-face at his son. "Thank goodness... thank you so much, Shouto. I was so worried." The man in question shakes his head. "I'm glad I was there on time, and Kaoru behaved." "Really? That's good." He ruffles Kaoru's hair. "Thank you, kiddo." Looking up at Shouto again, he stands up and offers a smile.
"I made hambugu (hamburg-steak) for dinner, do you wanna stay and eat?" "Thanks for the offer, but I ate already with Kaoru. I'll just head home now." Natsuo nods. "If you're sure, thanks again, Shou." The brothers both bow in respect to each other, Kaoru copying his father. Shouto smiles and gently pats his nephew's head. "Goodnight, Kaoru-kun. Have a good weekend." "You too, oji-san." The pro hero heads back out and walks to the station to return to his own home.
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Shouto thinks that the American idea of Manifest Destiny must be true, because here you are, blessing him with your magnificent presence at his local grocery store (SPOILER! Shouto Todoroki is a Japanese citizen for a reason. That is NOT what Manifest Destiny is). You miraculously don't seem to notice his jaw-dropped expression, too busy reaching up to grab the specific brand of honey shampoo that you always buy. You're not wearing anything fancy: comfy sweats and a turtleneck for the slightly chilly weather.
But god, Shouto thinks that you're fine.
And did someone turn up the thermostat? Because suddenly, when you finally notice him and smile, the left side of his face flairs up. Thankfully it's not much, just a few flames that lick his face. Both yours and his eyes widen as Shouto quickly gets rid of the flames, leaving his cheeks dusted pink. "S-sir! Are you alright?" Oh goodness, you're coming closer! The air gets knocked out of Shouto's lungs when you look up at him with those doe eyes and worried expression. Clearing his throat, the pro hero attempts to save his ass.
"Ah, L/N-sensei, I apologize. I'm alright."
"No need to apologize! And no need to call me sensei." Your voice sounds like an angelic choir to Shouto, tone so sweet like candy. The tall man can only hope not to embarrass himself even further.
"Do you live in this area? I've never seen you here before." You nod cheerfully. "Mhm! I actually just moved here a few weeks ago because I got a pay raise. It's a beautiful area, and all the residents that I've met so far are lovely." Shouto likes how you're so cheerful and positive. Your face is welcoming and so far, you always seem to have a smile on your face. His eyes observe your left wrist, recalling the events of the day before. "Is your wrist okay?"
"Yes! I put some ice and it really helped with the swelling. I still try not to use it, but it doesn't hurt as much. Hopefully it will be back to normal soon!" Shouto's gaze softens, a soft smile appearing on his face as he adjusts his shopping bag hanging from his arm.
"That's good." He suddenly remembers something. "If I may ask, how long have you been teaching for?" "Hm..." Shouto can feel his heart do somersaults as he watches her slightly furrow her brows while thinking. 'Cute.' "This is my fourth year teaching. Ever since I started my career, I've been the kindergarten teacher for the school!" You giggle when Shouto's eyes widen. "Teaching young children is my passion. I love my students and want them to succeed. Sometimes it's a little hard when graduation rolls around the corner." He watches you dismiss yourself with a sheepish laugh, impressed at your dedication to teaching. The red- and white-haired man thinks it's absolutely adorable when you gush about teaching and your students. Every word that came out of your mouth, tumbling out of your kissable lips this loser really really really wants to kiss you :(, he becomes even more hooked.
And then, you take his breath away once more when you twirl a strand of your glossy hair and smile.
"You know, it's really nice interacting with a pro hero outside of their 'hero mode.' I've never done this before, and you're really kind, Todoroki-san!" Shouto's cheeks flush even more red at your sentiment. You enjoy talking to him??? Inside, he's mentally cheering screaming, on the outside, he's just looking at you with a shocked expression.
Yeah, you broke him. Yet, you don't seem to notice because instead of teasing him (like what his friends would have probably done), instead your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink like peaches and begin to speak again.
"If you're willing, I'd love to grab coffee with you sometime!" Shouto was definitely broken now, because his left side flares up with small flames again and you panic over him.
"Todoroki-san!?!"
In simple terms, Japan's Hottest Hero, Shouto Himura Todoroki, was definitely a loser boy man in love.
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A/N: Yayayayay! Part 2 is finally done (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) Thank you all so much for reading and (hopefully) enjoying this part as much as Part 1! I kind of suck at writing POVs for other characters, so I hope that this was still an enjoyable fic >< I love a strong independent hottie but I also love it when that hottie is a loser when in love <33333
On a similar note: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all of your amazing, sweet support for Part 1!! I did not expect it to blow up 🥺🥺🥺 and cause my other (old) fics to also receive support! I was very surprised and elated to see my inbox flooded with notifications, so thank you for making my days ♡♡♡ I will take a short break from writing, maybe a week or two depending on how I feel, so I apologize if Part 3 comes out a little late!
Also!! I'm starting a tag list so if u wanna be tagged for the next part, just lmk!!
Art by unknown (comment with their @ if you recognise them!)
Summary: Congratulations! You have been transmigrated to your favourite world full of deadly villains, quirks, and silly little guys! Even luckier for you, you get thrown in a few months before the main plot begins! All you have to do now is make sure to save everyone who dies and/or gets horribly mutilated. Good luck!
A/N: I'm not trying to follow the entire plot to a T here, and I'm using the excuse that the reader derails said plot therefore it doesn't matter and I can do what I want. This will be a college AU-which essentially means that literally everything is the same, but just shove everyone up into college age/level. So, instead of the students in class 1-A being 15, everyone will be 18 (or older, if I feel like head-cannoning they got held back-looking at you Kaminari) at the beginning of the story. Also, I will add trigger warnings that pertain to any specific chapter in the notes at the START of every chapter. If there isn't any triggers that apply to a chapter, then there won't be anything mentioned.
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Chapter Word Count: 2.7k
Trigger warnings: insinuation of sexual assault and trafficking (neither of these things actually occur, but they are referenced)
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A/N: So while I SAID I'd be only writing one story at a time, this one was actively trying to claw its way into (and subsequently out of) my head. Relentlessly. So. Here we are. Fun fact—I have an oversized t-shirt of Hawks and wear it to sleep, 10/10 hella comfy (you can guess why he found the reader first).
Playlist: no writer's playlist because my music acted much like the reader's train of thought and went off track
Beta reader: @ivory-dragon
Beta here: do I know this fandom? No. Is this still amazing? Yes. Do I have any notes? No. No notes, only great writing and fun times :D
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…something's wrong.
…where am I?
…why is everything so dark?
"…お.."
Who is that?
"…くそ…安定している…えますか？"
It's so loud.
"…きろ…意識を失った民…路地…"
What are they saying?
You jolt as you suddenly register someone holding your shoulder, your eyes blinking open. You immediately wince, reflexively shielding them. Or, at least you should be shielding. Your hand isn't moving the way it should. It's slow and sluggish, like it's leaded down by whatever is clogging up your thoughts.
What's happening?
What's wrong with me?
Am I okay?
"—えますか? 大丈夫だよ。私の名前はたかみけいご。"
Your eyes slowly focus as you try to move away from whoever was holding your shoulder. While your movements are sluggish, the stranger must've sensed your discomfort, and retracts their hand. However, they hover over you, concerned.
"明るすぎますか？"
You realise whatever lightsource was assaulting you has suddenly dimmed, blocked by their body. With your eyes adjusting better now, you're able to look up and get a vague sense of the person above you. They looked to be a man in their early twenties, with ashy blonde hair, golden-brown eyes and their deep red…
Wings? Wings. Actual bird wings, shifting behind him. They're the brightest brightest pop of colour present aside from his yellow glasses. The man cocks this head as he sees you staring at his wings. He watches you blink, slowly bringing up one of your hands to rub your eyes. As you do, you realise it's covered in grit, and stop raising it about halfway to your eyes to just stare. You turn it over, noting you appear to be scraped up a bit. You raise your other hand to inspect it as well, furrowing your brows in confusion.
"私の言っている…？"
You faintly register the man's voice in the background, but all the blood is rushing to your ears. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
You don't even realise you're beginning to hyperventilate until the man hesitantly reaches out, checking for your reaction. You recoil instinctively.
He frowns, before glancing back at his wings, pondering for a moment. He reaches one out next, instead of his hand.
It baffles you so much you find yourself absentmindedly stroking the feathers before your brain even registers the sheer audacity of your action. You blink, taken aback and mildly horrified at your rudeness. You'd ignored everything this person said—what were they even saying?—and just touched them at the first chance you got. Actually, were they even a person?
You can hear a slightly strained and relieved laugh as the man notes you slowly coming back to your senses, if only from your sudden social awareness.
"えっ、そんなに柔らかいの？" he asks teasingly. You just stare blankly.
Furrowing his brows, he tries again. "私の言っていることがわかりますか？"
"…w…what?" you finally, finally manage to find your voice. It's a little thing, but it's still a win.
His eyes widen in shock. "You don't speak Japanese," he says flatly, sighing and running a hand through his hair. "くそ。"
It doesn't take a genius to realise he's cursing, even if you can't understand it.
"N-no, should I?" you ask tentatively.
He side-eyes you, before taking a deep breath. He crouches down in front of you, still frowning.
"Do you know where you are?" he asks.
You shake your head no.
"Do you know your name?"
You nod, slowly offering it. He nods, repeating it carefully to ensure he got it right. You give a small nod of confirmation when he does.
"Okay. That's something. Where do you last remember being?" he prompts again.
You reply with the city you lived in. He just stares at you, before quickly pulling out his phone and typing something. He gives you a funny look. "Can you repeat that?" he asks.
You do, and he frowns heavily. "…not there… right…" he mutters, pocketing his phone. "How old are you?"
You reply dutifully, growing more concerned as he seems to be growing agitated.
"Sorry, but- what's wrong?" you ask.
He forces himself to relax a bit as he sees the spike of fear in your expression, and in the way you tense. "I'm sure it's just because there's bad cell service here, but I can't seem to find where you're from," he assures you, smiling wryly. "Don't worry about it. Can you tell me which country you live in?"
You nod, telling him. Much to your relief, he actually recognises the name, and seems to similarly grow relieved. "Alright. It's probably nothing, then. Do you know how you got here? Are you a tourist?" he prompts.
You shake your head. Your eyes keep flicking to his wings now that it seems like you had confirmation your home country existed. He seemed really famili- oh.
"Hawks?" you ask, before you can stop yourself. You grow flustered, feeling absolutely ridiculous. This was probably just a cosplayer, and they'd laugh at your poor, deluded, confused state.
"Oh? You recognise me? That's good. Yes, I'm Hawks. But you can just call me Takami, okay?" he prompts, brushing off his hero name and the status that followed.
"Ta…kami?" you repeat, your eyes widening.
"That's- that's your name? Like, you're actual name?" you ask, growing a bit panicked.
He shoots you an odd look. "…yeah? Why wouldn't it be? What, do you only know my hero name-"
"Oh my god-" you hide your face in your hands. "What the hell is happening?" you mutter.
Takami gives you some space, sensing you're radically coming to terms with your current situation. But he could tell something was off. At first, you'd been almost bewildered to see him, then relieved, then… afraid?
"…am I making you uncomfortable?" he asks softly after a minute.
"Wh- oh! N-no! I mean- I just-" your brain unhelpfully decides to stop forumulating complete thoughts at that moment, "I- fuck!" you curse, unable to formulate much else.
"Hey, hey… it's okay. Take your time," he murmurs reassuringly. "I'm sure this must be confusing for you. Don't try to force anything, you'll only get a headache."
He wasn't wrong. You'd felt one coming on for a while now, one that intensified the longer you tried to figure out what happened.
"I… I'm sorry…" you mutter, sighing.
"What are you apologising for? Cursing? Fuck, I curse all the time~" he assures you, laughing easily.
Despite yourself, you can't help but feel a small smile tug on your lips. Taking that as a positive sign, Takami asks if he could sit next to you. You nod, and he plops right down on the ground covered in god-knows-what without a second thought. One of his wings partially moves behind your back, serving almost as a shield from the world.
"…where am I?" you finally ask.
"Fukuoka, Japan," he replies. You stiffen.
"…oh," you let out breathlessly.
"Not from around here, huh?" he muses, trying to keep things lighthearted.
"…no," you mutter, pulling your knees up to your chest.
"…you said… my city-"
"Don't worry about that right now," he cuts you off before you could begin questioning what he meant earlier. "Let's focus on where we are right now. Can you tell me what you see right now?"
"Huh?" you blink, confused, looking at him. He just looks back, expectantly. "Um… you?"
He breaks out into a dazzling grin. "What else?"
"Your… eyes? They're, um, amber? Golden? And, um, I- …I see your goggles. They're really yellow. Why are they yellow? Doesn't that make the world look yellow? Is that even helpful?" you ask, furrowing your brows in confusion.
"It filters out blue light, so it reduces haziness while enhancing contrast and sharpening depth perception. You know, to give me hawk-eyes," he explains with a smirk, tapping the goggles. "Gotta live up to my name somehow."
You can't help but let out a small, incredulous laugh that that was what let him 'live up to' his name. "Really? Not the wings?" you ask, your own smirk tugging on your lips.
"What, these? Nah, they're just for decoration," he replies, fluffing up the feathers and posing them dramatically, causing you to really laugh this time. His features soften as he smiles more genuinely.
"You sure seem to like them," he teases, "can't keep your eyes off them."
"Ack- I'm sorry! I just, haven't seen anything like them before! I mean, I've seen birds before of course- fuck, I mean, that was really insulting wasn't it? Not that they're like bird wings! Wait, no, I mean- I don't know what I mean," you give up, surrendering to the fact you were making a fool of yourself while hanging your head in defeat.
He bursts out laughing at your flustered rambling. "Ahahahaha! I don't think I've ever heard that they aren't like bird wings. Mostly that they look like a robin's, not a hawk's," he chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
"I didn't mean-!" you sputter, mortified.
"Relax~ I'm just teasing you," he says, the wing behind you gently bumping up against your shoulder and causing you to jump.
"…you can tell me anything, you know. I won't judge you for what you've gone through. I promise," Takami says eventually.
You'd fallen into a comfortable (ish) silence, while you'd gotten completely lost in thoughts of where you were and what to do.
"I've seen plenty as a hero. Some people think victims are just of physical violence, but… that's not true, is it?" he prompts softly.
You freeze. Oh. Oh.
"Are you saying…?" you ask, blinking rapidly. "But- but that can't- no, no I was at home. I was home- this isn't even real, I'm going to wake up, and I'll be in my bed, and- and-"
He looks at you with pity as your breathing speeds up, your heart moving from racing to pounding. Without saying anything, he slowly wraps one wing around you. He's mindful of your body language, ready to pull away the moment you seem uncomfortable.
You must be craving even the slightest hint of familiarity, because you find yourself leaning into his touch. He uses his wing to pull you closer to his side, wrapping one arm around you as well, letting it all wash over you.
This can't be real. There's just no way. My Hero Academia. In the flesh. Is it even really in the flesh? I mean, Hawks is— what does that even matter?! Nope, no way, this is a dream. Let me just pinch myself—
Takami grabs your wrist before you can follow through on that thought, staring into your eyes with concern. "What did you say? 'My Hero Academia'? Why do you think this is a dream?"
Your eyes widen. Shit— that wasn't just said in my head?!
"…you're still speaking," he replies.
You look around nervously. You had to snap out of it and think. Worst case scenario, yes, this was real. No way in hell were you about to let yourself get taken advantage of or screwed over. But you weren't good at keeping such reality-altering secrets.
You find yourself staring at Takami's wings again as your thoughts drift. Then it hits you.
His wings. They could essentially act as his ears. Which meant you could just cup your hands around them and be certain no other technology would hear what you said—and you could never be certain he wasn't wearing an earpiece and microphone or something. He probably was, to communicate with the police.
He shifts his wings a bit as he sees you staring at them. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you ask if you can hold one of his feathers. He would normally refuse, but the look on your face, combined with the odd scenario, was enough for him to be willing to give anything a chance if it meant he'd get more information.
You take a deep breath as you cup the small feather he passed you in your hands. You do a quick mental hype up, before just going for it, leaning in to hold your cupped hands around your mouth like a seal and whispering to the feather.
"I know this is going to sound crazy, but I'm not sure what else to do. I don't think- no, I know I'm not from this world. Reality, even. Where I come from, this place is fictional. An anime, or manga, stuff like that. You are- were- a character. I'm not sure, I mean I think you and this world are separate from whatever stories existed in mine, but still- um! I can prove it, I, uh, can maybe probably sort of predict the future! You still have your quirk, so- so that means that there's still stuff that has yet to happen I know about. Oh! The Hero Safety Commission! You're a spy for them! Um, it's why I'm using your wings to talk to you- oh this sounds so stupid— um because I don't want them to know I know because they sound really scary-"
You keep rambling on somewhat incoherently as Takami sits there, processing everything you're saying. You were right about one thing, it was smart to use his feather to talk to him instead of just talking normally. The Commission would've overheard otherwise. He purses his lips, before holding a hand to his lips in a gesture for you to be silent for a moment. He puts a hand to his ear, cluing you in that there was an earpiece within.
"一旦オフラインになります。後で詳しく話しますね。彼らは怖がってきている、" he says to whoever is on the other end. With that, Takami takes out and promptly destroys his earpiece.
"You can speak freely now," he says.
"Wh-what did you just do?!" you ask, panicked. "Won't you get in trouble?"
"Don't worry about it," he shrugs off your concern, "just explain more about what you know about me, and the Commission. As much as I'd love to write you off as crazy, you don't speak Japanese, you're clearly disoriented, and I sincerely doubt you just magically guessed or somehow had ascertained my history from anywhere on this world. So, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. For now."
The way he says that makes it clear there will be repercussions if you were lying, or otherwise were not on his side. After all, you could jeopardise everything he'd worked for.
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As it turns out, your phone transmigrated with you (you fell asleep holding onto it). And, by the power of plot device, it actually worked. So, you were able to pull up the fandom wikipedia page on him, and on the story as a whole. You just let him read through it. He furrows his brows as he reads about how he loses his quirk, but shakes it off. He could learn more about that later.
"Alright. You're coming with me," he says, standing up. He offers you a hand, which you accept without thinking much about it.
"I'll keep your phone somewhere safe, okay?" he prompts after pulling you to your feet.
You frown. "But-"
"Listen, I'm sure there's things you don't want me to see on it. Relax. I can't even unlock it without you. Which is why, like I said, you're coming with me. Of course, that's not the only reason. You know too much about me, I know too little about you, and we collectively know too little about how you got here. We don't know what, or who, did this to you. Besides, you hardly have anyplace to go. I found you, so, you're my responsibility now. Even if you're legally an adult," he adds before you can protest you didn't need to be babysat.
You pause, contemplating. You take a deep breath. "…okay. I'm trusting you. Please… don't betray that," you plead softly.
He was all you had. You'd risked everything just telling him this, but you felt like he was the only person who'd know how to navigate living life and going around with such a massive secret. It was fortunate he was the one who found you.
He softens a bit, smiling melancholically at you. "I won't, if you don't give me a reason to."
"I CAN'T BEAR TO JUST USE YOU AND THEN LEAVE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED."
IN WHICH, Shoto's been dating you for the past year, and yet he isn't even sure that he loves you like he should. He can't help but feel guilty when he's provoked to marry you because now he feels like he's just using you to anger his father for the things he's done to him and his family in the past.
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You were Shoto's partner, a quirkless girl who he met working part time at a coffee shop. However, you were kind and hardworking, an enjoyable person to be around. Somehow, you had caught the attention of not just any person, but a future hero.
You were considered the bare minimum for most others. He got to learn a few of your other past relationships that ended badly because you weren't, 'up to par', but Shoto really couldn't understand their thought process.
He wanted to be around you all the time, almost an unhealthy amount of time.
When he talked to his mother last, she told him that what he was feeling was love, but he's not sure. It wasn't like the two of you were completely smitten, distracted by one another that you couldn't do anything responsible in your life...
Well, maybe he should ask you what you thought of throughout the day, because if he's being honest, he's distracted all the time with you. Of course, he'd never admit that to you because he'd rather not seem like a freak.
You were just such a gentle person, it was easy for his mind to just blank out on everything else and go back to you. Logically speaking, there was no point in him leaving you, ever. The two of you didn't fight, and you had to be one of the sweetest people he's ever met in his entire life.
There was just this... One problem, something that made him want to propose to you on a whim.
That one unfortunately irritating problem. That stubborn, stupid, annoying, absolutely anger inducing problem.
His father.
The man disapproved of you greatly, and oh how Shoto wished from time to time that his father would just croak and die.
It angered him knowing that his father would still try and control his life even when he became an adult. He knows that his father has changed, and he's grateful, he's forgiving him as much as he can right now. Shoto's taking baby steps.
But why did his dad have to ask about you?
How did he even know about you? He was sure he hadn't been vocal about you to anyone in his family besides his mother. How did he find out that you were quirkless? How did he find out you weren't even in UA?
The two had an argument and he was pissed, storming out of his house and everything. So what better way to revel in revenge than to use his father's credit card to pay for your engagement ring?
That was probably too far, uncomfortably too far.
After all, that would mean that the ring wasn't really bought with love... It was a haste decision and it didn't come from just him, it came from him trying to prove his father wrong.
He's only known you for a year.
And now here he was, almost two months later with a ring, a simple yet really pretty ring in a small white box stuffed in the pocket of his jacket that oddly reminded him of you.
Should he wait? Or should he propose to you now? Should he just break up with you entirely for your sake of not being involved with his father? If he was going to propose it would be really fast, but if he was really going to have to make it romantic.
Right?
He wants to prove to his father that he can make his own decisions and do what he wants. If he wants to marry a girl, why should he be stopped just because she was quirkless?
He wants to marry you... He's sure he wants to at least stay with you for as long as you'll allow him to. You, his beautiful girl that caught him, in a comforting, warm grasp. Out of nowhere, you just made him fall for you somehow.
He doesn't want you to ever let his heart go, and he wants to earn yours. He wants to make you happy because even though he's confused, he wants to believe it's love.
He loves you, but then his father comes to mind. Every. Single. Time.
"Damn it." He grumbled as he stood, being clearly frustrated at what his mind wouldn't allow him to settle down. Though the train was unwavering as it didn't stop for anyone's misfortune. It just kept swaying to its vigorous pace.
"You okay kid?" Aizawa questioned, nudging the heterochromia eyed boy out of his daydream.
"... Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Shoto just nodded.
Due to some of the safety precautions UA had in place, the students needed chaperones to escort them to their homes or others places outside of campus.
Shoto was lucky enough to have his own homeroom teacher this time around, Mr. Aizawa. Last time he was assigned Midnight and his sister accused her of being a little too friendly around him, he'd rather not have that same issue again.
Maybe Shoto should ask Mina or Kirishima what to do with this ring situation. Maybe even Midoriya would know something about this, after all, he did help him emotionally at the sports festival.
You knew almost nothing about his terribly raised life, but he knew your family and they were lovely. To the point where he wished he could be a part of it.
Your father was the calmest man he had ever met. At first, due to his rough exterior, it scared him. Until he saw him laughing and Shoto couldn't help but laugh with him.
Your brother however was a nightmare for a while, ready to kill Shoto in an instant if he dared to harm you. Thank God Shoto got off on the right foot with him, after a good two weeks, your brother deduced that he was in the clear.
He hasn't invited you to meet his family yet, well, not really. You had met his sibling a few time, Fuyumi and Natsuo, but you hadn't met his mother or his father... And he probably should have thought about this sooner, he's just not sure how to go about it.
Why did his father seem to ruin everything?
Slowly, Shoto started walking to the door when the train started stopping, Aizawa following him. Not a lot of people were in the train car thankfully, as felt almost lightheaded when he got off, knowing that he'd have to face you in a few moments.
Shoto still couldn't get his mind off of all of this, he couldn't think about you for some reason without sweating and following up his thought with his father.
If his father were still annoying enough to choose someone for Shoto like he said he would in the past, he'd probably choose someone like Momo. A rich ass Asian that made his rich ass family look so poor that it was ridiculous. Momo, always calm, smart, and a strong quirk to back her up. Momo, in his father's eyes, would be a logical choice for dating let alone marriage.
But that's what angered him so much.
Shoto could care less about Momo or his father, so why was he always thinking about what his father would think? About every single situation, he was thinking about what his father would see as good or bad.
He was absolutely livid by it.
Shoto huffed, walking out of the station to the general area of where he was heading to, your house. He was a man on a mission and for some reason, he was going to follow this through like the dumb ass he was.
I mean, he would have to, he bought the ring off of that stupid card his dad mindlessly carried in his wallet. Hopefully it would ruin his dad's credit.
Maybe he should steal one of Bakugou's romance novels, that way he could figure out what to do in this situation that wouldn't place him in jail for harassment or attempted murder.
Aizawa squinted at the back of Shoto's head as they continued to speed walk, trying to figure out what it was that was bothering is student. Another problem child, and one that he hadn't quite figured out yet.
Shoto was practically sprinting, almost making the strangers and citizens around him uncomfortable. He was always stoic and calm, but this week had been a rather difficult one.
Was he actually going to marry you? Technically he couldn't legally since he knew his father wouldn't allow it and since he was still a minor, he would have to wait until he was older.
He was going to make you his fiance though. Possibly. There was no real way to determine whether or not you would say yes. Were you as delusional as him that you would say yes to a proposal?
He would just take you to meet his siblings tonight, how hard would that be? They had invited him to dinner tonight and it would be a surprise for everyone. He didn't need to bother you with that tonight.
You almost remind him of a rose. A rose can harm him if he touches it too roughly because it has thorns, but at the same time, if he's not gentle enough, the rose will wither or he'll break it.
He doesn't want to be the one to leave you hurt and in pain, but if he pretends to love you, won't that also hurt you? What in the world is he supposed to do?
Before Shoto knows it, he's walking up to your family's house. If you weren't there, you were probably still at school or at the skate park since you didn't work today.
"I'll wait out here." Aizawa spoke after a moment, the duo standing in front of the small house.
Why is he so nervous to walk up the steps and knock on the door? Is it because of what he's been thinking or because he's about to touch the rose that might harm him or die on him?
"Right." Shoto quietly replied with, taking a few steps forward before stopping at the door.
Shoto felt like he might die from nervousness, despite this thought he knocked on the door anyway. Waiting for a few seconds before he thought about running away seemed to pay off, being welcomed in by the face of his girlfriend.
"Don't touch the dress!- Oh, Hi Shoto! I didn't know you were coming." You smiled, opening the door and allowing him to enter before yelling at your older brother again. "Don't touch it! I'm almost done making it so stooppp!"
Only for him to laugh, but oblige and scoot away from the dress.
Shoto stood still in the doorway for a moment, turning back to see that Aizawa had occupied himself with his phone already. Shoto only planned to be here for a moment, the three really heading to his families house after.
Still, something about this was strangely foreign to him, knowing that he was somehow hiding his privately idiotic mistake to everyone around him even though it should have been dealt with before he entered society again.
"Hey, who's that man outside?" You asked, turning around to look at Shoto again as he closed the door.
"Just my teacher-"
"So how's UA going?"
Shoto smiled a little bit, your brother having waved at him with his beaming grin like always.
"Good, hero training is always hard of course." Shoto replied before sitting down next to you. "But I think I'll get the hang of it soon."
"I'm sure you will." You chuckled, finishing the sewing needed to keep the ribbon on the dress.
It was a beautiful dress, one that would fit you or any other woman perfectly, Shoto almost forgot that you liked to make clothes, It seemed to be more of a hobby than a career though, even with the talent you had.
"Can I ask you a question?" Shoto mumbled, watching your hands hold the dress as you sewed a small gem on it.
He kinda wishes you would hold him like that.
... Wait, what? Was that a good thing to think about?
Probably not.
Shoto was almost sweating at how nervous he was, there was no way he was going to break up with you in this house, but there was no way he was going to propose to you here either. Especially while your brother was here.
What question did Kaminari say was good for relationships?
'Would you love me if I was a worm', right?
... What type of question was that?
"Sure, what is it?" You start, biting on the needle to finish something before placing your sewing kit and needle off to the side. "I'm all-"
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Your brother practically screamed, looking at his phone before walking towards you in a haste.
"Keiko Kitagawa is pregnant!"
"... Who again?" You question, tilting your head to the side as he gets his shoes on. Clearly you weren't familiar with the celebrity and neither was Shoto.
"The actress, stupid! I can't believe she's pregnant, now she's gonna stay with freaking Daigo forever!" Was all he could yell out.
Before he almost collapsed on the carpet and cried.
"What?" You deadpanned. "Don't act like a freak! She don't even know you like that-"
"Just imagine being hoodwinked by a man who sings for a band that hasn't been acknowledged for over thirty years, that's literally her husband!" Your brother growled, biting his phone case in anger.
Chaos. You two were absolute chaos. Sibling chaos that Shoto wasn't used to.
Maybe if Touya was still alive, he would be that way with him.
"Would you like to come on a dinner date with me?" Shoto suddenly blurted out. He was profusely sweating already, especially when you and your brother were quiet.
"... Really? Sure! when would we be going?" You grinned, moving the dress to the side.
"Uh, well... Right now." Shoto replies, trying his best to keep his breathing to a minimum. His heart was beating way too fast and he didn't like it.
"Right now? Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise."
You were surprised indeed, it was usually you who initiated dates and hangouts with him. In fact, you were almost too stunned to speak. You look towards your brother but you can already tell that he's still traumatized with his celebrity crush.
"Don't care, just bring her back at nine." He simply waved off, walking into the living room as he continued to look at his phone.
"Okay." Shoto mumbled, raising an eyebrow at the brother that was acting just a bit too depressed for something this dumb.
"I'm not dressed for anything nice though." You commented, fumbling with the collar of your t-shirt.
"Doesn't matter." Shoto simply replied, looking at your attire. You actually looked nice, regular jeans with a white strawberry shirt.
"Yes it does, I can't have you looking prettier than me."
He just sighed, though he had a soft smile. Allowing you to quickly run into your room to get ready, he found himself thinking that it was... Nice when you said that.
He liked hearing you call him pretty.
You come back about a minute later, a colorful sundress and a white dress jacket to put over.
He mostly didn't care, especially since he was just in a pair of jeans and a white. He did also have a plain, black button down shirt over, but how did that make him look any more ready for a date than you?
You looked very pretty too.
"Bye!" You yell towards your brother, him giving a small wave in response before the two lovebirds exited the house.
You were immediately met with the older sleep deprived man you had seen earlier, staring at him for a moment before turning to Shoto.
"I can't leave UA without someone." He shrugged.
"Ah... Hi sir."
The man nodded his head towards you, acknowledging your presence before stepping out of the way for the two of you to head out.
Shoto took your hand in his, walking down the stairs and leading the way for the now trio to head over to his house.
"Now that you're surprising me," You started, taking deliberate steps to slow his fast paced walk a little more. "Is it okay if I ask you a question this time?"
"Yes, what is it?" Shoto asked, turning his head to look at you only to be met with a strange expression.
A calm one, but one of slight concern. Why?
"You okay? I'm not asking if you're sick or anything, but are you feeling alright?"
He liked when you asked if he was okay... Now that he thinks about it, he likes a lot of things that you do around him.
"I'm fine."
"Don't mean to pry, it just seems like you're stressed is all." You sheepishly added.
"I just wanted to surprise you... You're always doing that for me anyway." He started, lightly rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. It calmed him, he didn't know whether or not you liked it, it was a small way of showing affection. "So I thought I would do it for you this time."
"... That's sweet, thank you."
Aizawa silently rolled his eyes at the teenage romance, though made no comment. It's just that, if he had known that this kid would be picking up their girlfriend, let alone had one, he would have forfeited taking Shoto around to All Might.
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"Why is it so Japanese?!" You whisper yelled as you stood in front of his house.
Aizawa just shrugging his shoulders alongside your surprised face, showing no care whatsoever.
"The interior is also made that way because it's more comfort-."
"I'm not ready for this!" You squeak out.
Shoto just stared at you trying to calm yourself down, figuring out rather quickly that you didn't want to know just how Japanese it was. He had to refrain from laughing, he didn't think this would make you so nervous.
"You look okay, I'm sure you're ready. Plus, you've met my siblings before."
"I would have dressed in something more formal than this if I knew we would be visiting your house!"
"Don't worry." He chuckled out, placing his hand on top of your shoulder in a side hug. "It's just my siblings today, and plus, they don't know that you're coming either so it's a surprise for everyone."
"Alright... Alright... I can do this, it's all good." You whispered again, taking a quick breath before groaning.
"Are you sure you don't wanna come in Mr. Aizawa?" Shoto offered again, asking that same question for the third time now. "My family wouldn't mind."
"I'm good, this is personal time for you." Aizawa nodded, staying behind.
Shoto finally opened the door, already hearing the chatter of his sister and her silent yelling at Natsuo to behave.
"Shoto, is that you?" Fuyumi asks, opening the sliding door that was inside before stopping in surprise at the guest.
"Yes... I brought a guest with me." He barely spoke out, his voice sounding foreign to him. He must have been nervous as well.
"That's lovely! The table will feel a lot fuller now, it's so great to see you again!" Fuyumi greets herself, hardly able to contain her excitement about it.
Fuyumi knew damn well who you were, after all, she also visited mother and it's not like her mother kept secrets from her family.
"It's nice to see you again too, Fuyumi." You reply, lightly taking her hand and giggling at her puppy dog eyes. Fuyumi liked guests, most company in general, so Shoto's happy that both of you seem to like each other.
"Come on inside!" Fuyumi waves, allowing you and Shoto to fully enter the house. "Natsuo, we have a guest!"
Fuyumi opens the dining room, not finding Natsuo and deciding that she should retreat to the kitchen.
"... It'll be just a moment." Fuyumi sighed, quickly speeding off.
For a few seconds it was just Shoto and you, standing in the somewhat closed off but endearing dining room.
"A guest?! One other than Shoto?!" Another voice shouted through the house.
"Yeah! I wouldn't be calling Shoto a guest, would I?"
"Don't get sarcastic with me!"
"Just be nice to her would you?!"
Shoto chuckled, leading you to the table to sit down next to him.
This seemed to be turning out good for now, maybe he didn't have to worry about anything. He didn't have to worry about his father, he didn't have to worry about the ring.
He knew that he was just being hyper about it, so he'll return the ring later. Yeah, that's the right thing to do.
"Whatever... Wait, her?" Natsuo yells out, questioning his sister before entering the room and seeing you. "Oh! His girlfriend!"
If he was a girl he would have squealed from how cute you were sitting next to his little brother. But he wasn't, so instead he decided to just smile and wave.
"Hi."
"Hi." You smiled at him, watching as he did a complete one eighty towards the kitchen as well.
"I'll be right back." Shoto starts, standing up before you lightly tapped on the back of his leg.
"Do you want me to help?"
"No, thank you." Shoto replied, not being able to keep away a small smile from you because of how cute you were.
He walked into the kitchen to help serve the table, but instead he was quietly bombarded by his two siblings.
"She's so cute! I almost forgot you were dating her since you don't ever tell us all that much about her!" Fuyumi whisper yells, quickly hugging onto Shoto before Natsuo pushes her away to state something else.
"Even I can tell that she's a keeper, also, have you been sleeping with her by any chance?"
"... No... Why?" Shoto mumbled, embarrassment shooting up his face and making him slightly flustered.
"Good, you haven't done it yet. I can give you some tips if you want, I'm pretty good at getting people laid." Natsuo starts, ruffling Shoto's hair before Shoto smacks his hand away.
"No, gross." Shoto rolled his eyes, now helping Fuyumi and Natsuo with the food that she made to bring onto the dining table.
As the three of them helped set the table, there was somewhat of a playful attitude that started brewing in the atmosphere. You also helped and that in turn got a lot of thankfulness from Fuyumi and teasing from Natsuo.
It was strange, you would assume that it would be a little more uncomfortable here since you were around.
"So... You like jazz?" Natsuo started, winking at you.
"Natsuo, don't be pushy! Or inappropriate!" Fuyumi scolds, hitting her elbow into his side. He only let out a grunt in response but didn't let up on what he thought was him being welcoming.
"What?! I was being serious, I want to know more about you if you're my brother's girlfriend."
"Yes, I do like jazz." You reply with a chuckle.
"Do you like anything else in particular?" Fuyumi jumped in, suddenly getting more curious. Natsuo of course, sees that as an opportunity to pull her down with him.
"Hah! Who's all pushy now!?" Natsuo quipped.
"Oh! Would you stop it?!" Fuyumi glared back. "You're making a very bad first impression!"
"Me making a lousy first impression!? Since when? My presence alone is welcoming."
Shoto found himself laughing just as much as you, not just from his siblings antics but from the different topics of conversation they passed along the dinner table. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing at first, however he liked the way that you interacted with them.
Even though he could tell throughout the night that you were a bit stiff with how you talked and acted, you eventually loosened up and it seemed that your charisma just came back naturally.
Until a problem occurred.
Of course a problem like this had to happen now. And now he's found himself worried all over again. That stubborn, stupid, annoying, absolutely anger inducing problem that he didn't need.
Immediately the dining room went quiet, surprising you as the trio of siblings listened. They looked like a group of meerkats, looking for a predator that they heard.
That's also when you realized that if they hadn't stopped talking, they wouldn't have heard the door of the house unlock.
"You told me he would be working the whole night." Shoto calmly stated, listening as he heard the door of the house now open.
"I thought he wouldn't be here, he didn't say anything to us about it."
"Damn he's gonna be all fatherly now, how riveting." Natsuo chuckled, though to you it sounded almost bitter. At the very least, spiteful.
"Natsuo!" Fuyumi scolded him again, lightly smacking his arm despite him not responding.
As calm as Shoto was acting, he was internally in fear of his mental sanity and the possibility of dying on the spot from stress. But he knew he needed to be calm, at the very least for your sake.
You didn't know how his Dad was, so you would assume he was like every father. After all, you had a good one, a practically perfect one compared to his.
"Hey dad, do you want me to set up a new place for you on the table?" Fuyumi questioned, standing up and watching her dad take off his shoes before walking away.
"Sure, I just have to wash up."
Damn.
His voice was deep, and not only that, it sounded hoarse. Probably from how much he may or may not have been yelling from his job.
For now, reaching out to touch Shoto's hand with your own from under the table would have to do in order to calm yourself down.
Shoto thought it was sweet, but he didn't really have much time to reminisce about you when he had to figure out how he was gonna explain all of this. He didn't tell his father he would be bringing you, there were a lot more things he didn't mention.
Like that freaking ring.
Before he even knew it, there was his father, barely registering that you were even there until he sat down. When he did notice you, he wasn't sure how to react, although he wasn't even really surprised.
That was a lie, he was completely surprised. His entire face was one of shock, despite him looking unbothered. You couldn't tell, but the three siblings could.
"... Evening." Enji greeted, blinking a few times as if you'd disappear the next time he opened his eyes.
He did figure that at some point his son would bring you home, he just didn't think it'd be today. As he recalled it, Shoto had told him that ' he wouldn't mind marrying her it would make him shut the hell up'.
"... Good evening..." You responded with a small smile, disregarding the fact that you felt like you were about to throw up.
"So... You are the girlfriend?" Enji starts, raising an eyebrow in your direction and then looking at Shoto.
"Yes sir." You nodded your head.
"Well... I guess we should talk about some things then."
You silently swallowed, looked at Shoto before realizing that him and his father were communicating with their facial expressions. Shoto wasn't having it, it was like he was threatening his that he would leave soon if he didn't stop about this.
"About what?" You question, tilting your head a little bit at the staring contest the two were having.
"A talk that's been long overdue about this relationship you have with my son."
Natsuo cringed, and though Fuyumi didn't make any facial expressions, she sure wasn't hungry anymore.
You were scared and Shoto was about to lose his shit. Mostly this was still due to the fact that his father still didn't know that he bought that engagement ring, but it also had to do with how annoyingly rude and blunt his father could be.
Even after three months, he didn't find out about the ring yet. Not that you needed to know either, at least not now. It's his father's fault for not checking his money.
"As far as I'm concerned, the conversation doesn't need to happen now, or ever." Shoto butted in with a calm tone, intensely glaring at his father with an unreadable expression.
"Yes it does Shoto, it was going to happen sooner or later and if it happened later than now, there would be a chance that you would actually stay with her."
... Ouch... That hurt... Like a lot.
Shoto was practically seething, his stare becoming that much harsher at that statement alone.
"I'm sure you know my son's going to UA."
"Yes sir, a school for heroes." You nod, staring at your lap before looking at him. Your stomach hurt, you almost felt like you were on your period.
"With that being said, I just don't think that this relationship is even reasonable to begin with." He added on, looking at you with a straight face.
The only reason Natsuo was still here was because of this specific conversation. He was just waiting for Shoto to freak out and yell at him.
"... Because I'm poor?" You slowly questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"... Uh, no that's not it," Enji sighed. "It's just that there's a lot of stress when you're training to be a professional."
"Right... So does it have anything to do with me being quirkless?"
Now Natsuo was more interested, leaning further into the table. Fuyumi was as well but she was able to hide it a bit better.
"No-"
"Well that's gotta be part of it, isn't it?" Shoto muttered, sounding as sarcastic as ever.
"Shoto, don't start-"
"Don't start what? You've started it."
"What's your reason for staying with her?"
"Because I can, I don't have to give you a reason."
"That's what I'm trying to say." Enji comments, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "See... I wasn't the best father when my kids were growing up... That's an understatement, I was a terrible father."
Now you're not sure if you feel uncomfortable, or relieved that Enji is trying to actively explain his thought process.
It seemed like he was trying to fix something.
"So, unfortunately my son likes to do things that I disapprove of. All I'm hoping is that Shoto isn't dating you just because he knows I don't like the prospect-"
"That's enough." Was all Shoto said as he stood up. If he stayed any longer, he would burn the dining table down from stress.
"Shoto, do you really see yourself with this girl in the future?"
Ouch... That hurt, like a lot. Again.
"Whether I do or not is none of your business!"
"Shoto." You mumbled, taking his hand to try and calm him down, though it only seemed to fuel his anger further towards the man in front of him that he was forced to call his dad.
"I am not trying to control you, but you have to think for once about this." Enji continued, clearly irritated but refusing to raise his voice at the boy.
"What am I supposed to be thinking about?"
"The fact that it's not a good idea to mess with someone's feelings because you're mad at me."
"I wasn't even mad at you until you brought this up!"
"If you're willing to interfere in someone's life because of me, then you should reconsider how you feel about that person."
"This doesn't have anything to do with you! I'll be with her because I want to be!"
Enji closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again.
"So it has nothing to do with me then?"
"No." Shoto grumbled, looking down at his feet. "Not everything revolves around you."
"As I recall-"
"I don't care what you recall! I'll do what I want and marry whoever the hell I want!"
Marry?
How cute, he misspoke and accidentally said he'd marry you...
Wait.
Natsuo choked on his water, practically dying of laughter. Fuyumi didn't even catch the slip up, she was just silently begging that this argument would stop.
"... Marry?" Enji probed, giving him a quick side eye.
Shit, shit! What did he say?!
Yet again he's said that same word, something wasn't adding up to Enji and he didn't like that.
Even you were looking up at him, finding it rather strange since Shoto wasn't one to say things by accident. He was always very deliberate in his speech just to make sure he said the right thing.
Not to deny that it was cute, it just seemed off.
"... I meant date... But that doesn't matter, you're not getting the point anyway."
He was trying to disregard the whole thing now. Enji just groaned, his head falling in his hands from exhaustion before he stared at his untouched food.
Shoto found himself also sighing, but he wasn't angry anymore. He released whatever tension he was feeling, and now he just wanted to leave.
"Let's go, I need to head back to my dorm-"
"... Is that why your teacher's outside my house?" Enji deadpanned, debating now if he should invite Aizawa in just to keep Shoto here.
"Yeah."
"Shoto, are you sure you don't wanna stay?" You questioned. It was as if you were urging him to stay, even if you weren't saying it.
"I gotta take you home too."
"Shoto, it's only seven forty." Fuyumi called out. "You can stay longer, can't you?"
Shoto didn't respond to Fuyumi, silently leaving the dining room without looking back at anyone else.
"... Sorry, for me leaving so fast," You smiled, though it was a much more nervous one. "But I can't wait to see you guys again!"
"Sure thing!" Natsuo grinned, giving you a thumbs up, Fuyumi simply waved, though she unfortunately looked more weary about the departure.
"Have a good night Mr. Todoroki."
Enji simply nodded, watching as you also exited the dining room. As the room became quiet again, Natsuo took one last bite of his food before standing up.
"Alright, well I think I'm going to bed."
"Natsuo-"
"Sis, just take a break would you?" Natsuo chuckled, gently patting her head. "You're always stressing yourself out, you should even sleep in tomorrow. Plus, we'll see her again, Shoto's stubborn after all."
Fuyumi rolled her eyes, but she obliged. If anything, Shoto would continue to date you just to piss his dad off even more.
She just hoped the next time they had dinner, the end of it wouldn't be so abrupt.
"Good dinner?" Aizawa spoke, putting his phone away when he saw the two exit the house. You nodded, but neither you or Shoto said anything.
Which led Aizawa to think that it wasn't all that good. Good thing he wasn't there.
You found yourself silently following Shoto, your eyebrows furrowed together in thought.
Shoto didn't even want to acknowledge what happened, he wanted to go to bed and completely ignore all of this. All of his stupid decisions that led to this moment.
"Shoto."
"Hmm?" He hummed, showing disinterest as the couple walked behind Aizawa.
"You're not telling me everything." You blurted out. "You haven't for a while, tonight just proved that."
Aizawa felt like crawling in a whole and dying right now, he had no intention to eavesdrop either. He wasn't a fan of drama like that, but it's not like he could tune them out when he was walking right next to them.
"Please, not now." Shoto muttered, looking down at his feet.
"Then when? Cause it seems like you keep pushing this off."
"Pushing what off?"
"Everything." You groaned. "About you, your life, family, everything. Is it because you don't trust me-"
"No, that's not it at all." Shoto interrupted, startling you a bit. He looked annoyed, as if you even bringing up distrust frustrated him. But why else would he be this secretive.
"Then why?"
No response, which in turn angered you further.
"You scared of something?"
"... No."
"You know everything about me, this relationship thing is called being vulnerable y'know?"
"... Heroes aren't supposed to be vulnerable."
"You're not a hero yet, you're too young to pretend like you don't care about life."
No response again, Shoto just looked down at his feet. Though you couldn't see his face anymore as he walked forward, you could tell that this was bothering him.
This was your first argument with him, but you weren't going to back down this time. Not again, it was too late for that.
He knew everything about you and your family, even the sad and terrible stuff. How your mother had run off because she felt like she could find more than what her father could give. How she had basically destroyed her family because she bore a quirkless child.
She had you, that's why she left. Despite that, you knew just by Shoto's face that he had gone through worse.
Yet here you are, falling in love with a boy that you didn't even know anything about.
All you knew was that there was a mom in a hospital, a pro hero dad, two siblings and a son destined to take the mantle of his father.
He still has yet to even tell you about the scar on his left side.
"Would you just talk to me!?" You finally yelled, glaring at him.
"... Do you love me?"
You stared at him for a moment, blinking as he finally turned around to look at you.
"... What?"
Aizawa looked between you and Shoto, something akin to worry or anxiety building up. At this moment, Aizawa decided that he wasn't going to stay any longer, he needed to leave you two for whatever personal issues you had.
"I'm sorry." Shoto sighed, not daring to look at you right now. He felt ashamed and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Uh... I'm gonna keep walking." Aizawa mumbled, pointing behind him. "When you two are done talking, catch up... Or whatever."
You replied to Aizawa with a simple nod, though your gaze was unwavering. You were confused to say the least, you didn't understand why Shoto felt like he had to look away from you.
You just wanted to know more, you wanted him to trust you.
"... Sorry about what?"
"I'm scared because I think my old man's right. I'm not sure if I'm dating you because I love you or if I just hate him so much."
For some reason, watching him look down at the ground, almost as if he was formally apologizing to you made your heart hurt.
"What do you mean?" You reply, trying to take his hand only for him to move away.
"I bought an engagement ring for you off of my father's credit card."
"... What?!"
"I did it because I wanted to prove to him that I will do what I want without his approval." He states, briefly looking up at you before looking back down. He was definitely ashamed.
"But, I'm worried because I didn't do it... For you... I did it in spite of him... I think he was right."
He took the stupid small white box out of his pocket and handed it to you. It was most definitely not a proper proposal but Shoto had no intention of proposing to you this way.
This was a declaration, that he was scared, that he wanted your help. That he wanted this relationship to be about you and him.
Not his father.
"I hate my father, so much." He started, finally looking at you and showing you how broken he was.
He was crying.
"I don't want to hate him, I want to forgive him... I want to love you, I think I love you. But I can't bear to just use you to make my father mad and then leave you."
"Do you want to leave me?" You ask, wanting to give him some sort of comfort, whether it be a hug or a kiss or something.
"No! But... I don't... I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to end up like him."
That was the real issue wasn't it?
Shoto wasn't angry at his father for disapproving of you, he didn't trust that he wouldn't end up like him.
He blames everything on his father, his mother being in the hospital, his scar, his quirk, his brother's death. But he doesn't want to end up like him, he never wants that to happen.
He doesn't want to have a child that blames everything on him because he wasn't a good enough dad.
He doesn't want you to end up like his mother because he couldn't control his anger or greed.
"Please... I... I don't know what to do." Shoto mumbled. "I can't-"
Without another word from you, you hugged him. Your embrace was comforting, it was tight, but somehow it made his heart yearn for you that much more.
He hoped that maybe, there was some sliver of a chance that this was actually love.
His mother says this is love, but he's still not sure. It wasn't like his parents love, the love that wasn't love at all. Only shown as love to cover up the convenience and the money.
Maybe it was its own love... His own love? He prays it is, because he doesn't want to leave you.
"I'm sorry." He cried into your shoulder, trying to stop himself from fully breaking down. How in the world was he going to keep you if he was like this?
"It's okay, cry as much as you need to."
And he cried, though it wasn't long. It was enough that he could feel some relief, enough that he didn't feel the need to cry anymore.
"I'm... Sorry, I don't know what to do."
"It's okay, I think that you'll be a great man someday, okay?" You remark, cupping his face to wipe his tears away. "So just try your hardest to keep on and I think you'll be okay, we're all only human after all."
He forgot, you were one to forgive everyone. You still put healthy boundaries around you but you would be the type of person to forgive his father because he was only human.
Not negating what he did, but you wouldn't torture his conscious by holding his past over his head.
You rubbed his back a little bit before letting him go, he also forgot how comforting you could be. It was silence for a moment after, but something about it seemed to match both Shoto and you.
Then in that moment, you tried to be serious, but instead you laughed like an idiot and Shoto found himself wide eyed.
"I can't believe you bought this off of your dad's credit card!"
It wasn't that big of a deal... Well it was, but he wasn't going to die over it.
"Here." You start, handing him the box only for him to push it back you.
"I may have bought it because of my dad... But I bought it for you." He replied, wanting you to keep it as he wiped his face again. "I'm not saying that I'm ready for anything like marriage yet... But I would like you to keep it for now."
"Okay sir." You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand slowly continuing your walk with him.
"... Y'know, It's so quiet in your neighborhood."
"Yeah... It is, almost no one is around."
"Hey, can you promise me something?" You asked Shoto, turning in his direction and looking at him with a soft smile.
"What is it?" He looked in your eyes and for some reason, he feels warm.
"If you do lose feelings for me, please tell me, that way I know."
"Wouldn't that hurt you?" He mumbled.
"Yes, but it would hurt less than you lying to me." Was all you said as you looked up into the sky.
"... Alright, I promise."
"If you don't lose feelings for me, then maybe you can marry me with the ring."
"Sure." He blushed almost immediately, turning his head to look away from you.
"At least it's a nice box."
"You just like the box?" Shoto chuckled as you held the box above your head.
"Yeah, I haven't opened it yet... Can I?"
"Yeah."
You slowly open the box, as if there would be a spider in it before you fully see it.
It was a pretty ring, a small, dark blue gemstone right in the middle of it. It was the shape of a circle and you could see the small crystal placements on the band around the blue gem.
"It's beautiful... How much did it cost?"
"About a quarter of a million."
"WHAT?!"
Shoto sighed, looking ahead of him and catching his eyes on Aizawa who had preoccupied himself with an alleycat.
"You gotta give it back while you still have time to do so!" You wheezed on, continuing to blurt out a bunch of sentences about how it was too expensive and that it would ruin has dad's credit. That and Shoto would probably get in trouble.
Well, good. Shoto wanted it to ruin his credit.
"No... I want you to have it, even if I don't marry you."
"I can't possibly keep-"
"Please... Please keep it." Shoto blurted, still holding your hand.
Unfortunately looking at you with the cutest expression in the history of forever. I mean, how could you say no to the poor baby?
"... Fine."
"Alright."
"..."
"..."
"Hey... I think I love you."
"... I love you too Shoto."
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"Oh my God."
Silence had been swept across the Todoroki household for quite some time now, the sun already retired as most other people had.
However, Fuyumi and Natsuo hadn't retired, let alone gotten ready for the night.
"Oh my God!" Fuyumi gasped again, both of her hands against the side of her head in worry.
"Yep." Natsuo sighed. "I didn't think he was actually that stupid."
Him and Fuyumi stared at the computer screen, the receipt of a rather expensive engagement ring thrown directly in their faces.
"Mom's ring isn't even that expensive!" Fuyumi groaned as she sat down in the office chair. "What're we supposed to do?!"
"We? Oh no, no, no. I am not doing anything." Natsuo chuckled, still staring at the computer.
"What do you mean?! We have to return that ring before dad finds-"
"Shh, think about this." Natsuo stops, squatting down to look at his older sister. "I told you that a saw this like two months ago, right?"
"Yes." Fuyumi mutters.
"Right, my computer wouldn't connect to the printer for some reason, so I used dads. However, when I saw this, I totally thought that whatever was bought was from dad."
"... Yeah?"
"It's on his credit card, don't you think he'll see it eventually-"
"Sure, but wouldn't it be better if we just fixed it before he found out?" Fuyumi scoffed.
"Found out what?"
Natsuo choked on his own saliva, turning to the computer screen in a feeble attempt to remove what was on it. Fuyumi started rambling, trying her best to distract her father whose eyes were now set on them.
"What's going on?" Enji muttered, walking past Fuyumi before lightly smacking Natsuo's hand away from the keyboard.
"I was... Well, we, um... Hah!"
"What she means to say is we were looking at receipts for something she needed to return at the mall, you know the one near your agency?"
Both Fuyumi and Natsuo stood together, Fuyumi cringing as soon as she saw the bank home screen.
"Why did you even lie? He can look through the history." Fuyumi whispered.
"... I don't know." Natsuo mumbled back.
"..."
"..."
"... Why don't we run-"
"Yep!" Fuyumi shuttered, immediately leaving the room with Natsuo hot on her tail.
And yet, despite their efforts to leave the man that would no doubt become wrathful soon, anyone could hear his rage from a mile away.
Dr Chisaki & Monsterhaul x fem reader (Jekyll & Hyde AU) Part 2
Warning: Yandere and Obsessed Monsterhaul, needy, love and touched starved birdman. Breeding kink. Multiple arms. Animalistic growls and mating habits. Virgin reader. Virgin Kai. Multiple orgasms. Monsterfucking. Soft and territorial Monsterhaul. Claiming mark, cream pie, vaginal fingering, penetration, p in v. Misuse of quirk.
Part 2 - A Dangerous Game
You were restless. You snuck out of the house. Trying to clear your head of your feelings and desires for Kai Chisaki. It felt as if he wanted to do something. He's acted more restrained and distant than usual. You heard your mothers' frantic whispers to your father as you snuck out the back door, you didn't mean to eavesdrop. Your mother grew antsy, wondering when Kai would ask for your hand.
The question itself made you feel nervous yet giddy. It made sense. Half a year, six months since you two had met and now, it was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Kai wasn't interested in anyone else. If anyone dare get too close into his personal space he'd grow tense, give a heated stare or warning glare.
You had no doubt the man was sneered at them underneath his mask.
You remember watching his body break out in hives when someone touch him without his permission during your birthday party, one of your many cousins, if you remembered right. He'd grown defensive, angry and his usually calm and heavy-lidded gaze turned seething, murderous and deadly.
Inwardly panicking and not wanting to see blood and death on your special day, you reached out and touched his arm. Knowing you made the same mistake your cousin, on purpose rather than an accident. Unlike you, who had only drank one glass, sipping it throughout the hour to pace yourself. Your cousin was drunk and trying to welcome the yakuza with good nature and humor, a friendly gesture. He was too drunk to pick up on the social ques. Failing to notice how uncomfortable the brunette gangster was becoming before it had happened.
"Excuse me, Quin." You gave a friendly smile, feeling Kai's body tense underneath your touch. "It's getting hot in here." You fan yourself and lightly tug on the man's arm, silently signally for him to follow your lead. "I need some fresh air." You turn your head, shift your gaze and meeting Kai's small, intense and golden hues. "Chisaki, won't you join me, please?"
Kai swallowed thickly, clearly trying to control his temper and outburst. "Yes." He nodded his head curtly, lowering his arm and pressing lightly into your lower back, guiding you towards the exit. "Sounds lovely."
Bless Quin and his stupid golden retriever puppy energy, nodded his head and smiled brightly. "Sure, sure. Go right ahead." He reached out and ruffled your hair like old times sake when you two were kids, which Chisaki did not like. "I'll call you back when mom calls for cake."
Your smile widens as you glance over your shoulders. "Chocolate with raspberry filling?" You gushed, stopping in your tracks. Your eyes sparkled.
"Only one who loves that combination." Quin laughed. "It's all yours." He turned and went back towards the bar where your father and his brothers were drinking together.
Your smile falters as you face forward, sneaking a glance at your partner. "I'm sorry for Quin's rudeness, Chisaki." You whisper, leading him outside and into the small rose garden out back. "Our family is large, overly friendly and doesn't mean any harm." You bite your lip and move away from the gangster to give him space. "I apologize for doing the same and touching you without permission. Forgive me."
You watch from the corner of your eye as Kai unbuttons his cuffs and rolls up his sleeves to the elbows, showing off his forearms.
His muscles were strained and taut, series of breakout or hives were visible as his glove hand twitched. "I knew what I was getting into coming here." He replies, huffing through his noise, flickering his gaze down to his arm and inspecting the damage. "I don't like being touched." He explained, taking a glove off and rubbing his arm, activating his quirk.
You watch as the hives disappear as if he had done some form of magic. "Did I do that?" You couldn't help it. You felt guilty, your frown deepens. "Again, I'm sorry."
Kai blinks, shifting his gaze to you. "No." He correctly, raising a brow. Why did you keep apologizing? You hadn't done anything wrong. "Only happens when people infected with quirks touch me." He sneered again, venom and disgust in his tone. Rubbing his newly healed arm, phantom itches made his skin crawl as he fought not to furiously scratch and claw at his own skin.
"Infected?" You repeat the word, raising your head and meeting his hypnotizing and bright golds.
Kai appeared hesitant. Lowering the sleeve of his black dress shirt and rebuttoning the cuff, silently cursing when he couldn't slip the tiny button back into the hole. "Blasted piece of-"
Your lips twitched into a small grin, raising a hand and hovering over his gloveless hand. "May I?" You were seeing different sides of Kai Chisaki today, weren't you? Rough edges and surprisingly cute moments underneath all of his ego, cold and icy exterior. A glimmer of the man hiding underneath the terrifying mob boss and his intimidating plague mask and soul piercing orbs.
The tips of his ears and cheeks were pink. Hesitantly, slowly moved his unbuttoned sleeve in front of you. "You may." He replied, nodding his head and clearing his throat awkwardly. "Make it quick." Kai shifted his gaze away, staring back towards the house. "Won't want your family to assume we are doing anything inappropriate or indecent now, would we?"
You rolled your eyes; a giggle slipped past your lips. "Oh, let them talk and gossip." You grabbed his sleeves gently with both hands and quickly, refasten the stubborn button back in place. "Besides something tells me whatever they have to say will be less entertaining than whatever witty comebacks you dish out."
Kai felt his lips tug into a small smirk underneath his mask. "You sound certain?" He raised a thin brow, amused. "What if your family wants to run me off?"
You drop your hands and tilt your head. "You don't become a yakuza boss and clan head by walking on eggshells and minding people's toes, right?" You back away to give him space. "If someone pushes, you shove them back and fight dirty." You continue meeting his hypnotizing stare, feeling your heart flutter within your chest and added, "You looked like a collared lion in a pin full of sheep, Chisaki." You glance away this time. "Give them some credit. They won't say it, but they all respect and fear you a tiny bit. Some more than others."
He listens to your words. Your praises and admitting to being openingly self-aware of his position and darker side of business. Unspoken things he doesn't delves in without saying too much. "Do you feel the same?" He couldn't stop the train of thought from slipping from his mouth. Golden hues softening a tad, searching your expression and body language for any sort of lie. He found none. You had always been overly honest to a fault. A trait he'd worry someone would take advantage of, if he didn't watch you from the shadows. It both infuriated him and yet, made him adore you even more so.
Before you could answer Quin called you two back inside, much to Kai's annoyance.
You didn't answer his question then, but you knew your answer should he ever ask again.
Kai Chisaki had given you no reason to fear him. He'd been respectful and courteous, generous and thoughtful. Others might find him dull and boring, but you enjoyed his company and companionship; he respected your personal space and asked for your opinion. Listened when you spoke, kept his eyes on you when you talked, focusing on details and ques others might have missed. If he didn't say something, then his eyes and body language did.
You were surprised when you found many old, warn and new medical and science textbooks and journals lining Chisaki's personal and private study when you were given a personal tour of his family home. He'd even given you free rein to read whatever you wished as long as you returned everything back in pristine condition. He was embarrassed at the amount of romance novels lining one section of the selves, claiming they were his mothers. You silently took his word for it and wondered, if the stone, cold and stoic Kai Chisaki, Overhaul, the grand yakuza boss wasn't a secret romantic and closeted romance novel junky?
Lord knows what would happen, if your overly reserved and social awkward and emotional constipated boyfriend would think about the spicier romance novels hidden underneath your bed?
You twirled on your heels as the nights winter chill started to set in. Something in the distance made you stop dead in your tracks.
A pair of golden eyes staring at you from the darkness.
You wondered, if you were seeing things. A trick of the light from the streetlamp overhead or the moonlight. You left a shiver crawl down your spine and your breath hitch as you fought to remain calm and to not overly panic. "W-Who's there?" You stuttered, hands clutching the cloak Chisaki had given you without thinking.
A monstrous growl and a pleased rumbling purr answered.
The animalistic sound made your knees buckle as you remained rooted on the spot. Grimms Brothers Fairy Tales of men hiding their inner furred beasts, ready to steal maidens during the witching hours came back in a rush as your body refused to move. You knew if you turned and showed your back to his beast, this monster, it would give chase and swallow you whole. You'd never seen Kai ever again. That thought alone made terrior surge through you and tears prickle the corners of your eyes.
You didn't want that.
Anything, but that.
The twin pair of golden eyes pierced into yours.
The monster stalking closer and closer, his footfalls and steady movements sounded loud and booming when his feet crunched loudly in the snow, loud yet calculated.
Watching.
Observing you.
"W-Who are you?" You ask again, teeth chattering from the cold.
The chilling wind felt more ice cold than yesterday as it coiled around you. You couldn't remain still. You needed to keep moving. Even as it grew painful, twisting. Your breath hitches and causing you to close your eyes. It was only for a moment. You opened your eyes, noticing a large shadow falling over your frame. You tilted your head back and came face to face with the beast towering over you.
His eyes were dangerously deadly, looked into your soul.
Your breath halted in your icy lungs.
Black lines or what looked to be veins crawled his skin. His beak looked to be made of some sort of red and yellow metallic and leather. Purple feathers or fur covered his neck, puffing up as if in a way to intimidate you. "There you are pretty one." The beast purrs, the hood on his coat falling off his head.
You. You must be seeing things. This monster. This beast. He looked and sounded like... "I… I know you, don't I?" You whisper, eyes widening. How could you ever forget those bewitching and hauntingly beautiful, golden eyes. You couldn't. "Oh my god, Chisaki." Your shaky hands covered your mouth. "What happened to you?"
"Not exactly." A deep voice rasped and growled, answering. It sounded exactly like Kai Chisaki. Your Kai. But not. A blend between man and beast. "But you will, my dear. You will." The Chisaki monster look-a-like stranger crept into the light; the clouds covering the moon parted and beams of moonlight shone down on him. Kai's favorite olive-green jacket was torn, you notice this beastman had not one, but two sets of thick arms and claws. "Chisaki is not here, only me. Your god, your beast, your male." This Monsterhaul reached a large, clawed hand out and wrapping it around your lower back, running a finger along your clothed spine, amused when you shudder and shiver.
Mate? God? Male? This didn't sound like your Kai at all. You had to have been dreaming. It was getting harder and harder to convince yourself it wasn't a dream or a hallucination. You could feel this monster's body heat, see his breath fogging the cold night air and disappearing into nothingness.
You knew it sounded dumb. You asked anyways. "What do you want?"
His golden, bright birdlike eyes twinkled with amusement and mischief; a soft and dark chuckle slipping past his beaked mouth.
You should have known.
It was obvious what he wanted.
He wanted you.
You felt his large, clawed arm pressing you further into a wall of solid muscle, a mixed between a rumbling purr and coo leaving his chest. Brushing your hair over your shoulder. "You, my pretty one." He whispered, leaning his head down and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Mine, my sweet, perfect, pretty little mate."
You felt Monsterhaul nipping and mark your skin with his fangs which made you jolt, sucking in a mouthful of frosty and painful bits of cold air into your lungs. Much to your further surprise and horror your body responded by aching yourself further into him. The leather and metal from his beaked mask felt cold in contrast to the fluffy of purple feathers and fur puffing around his neck relaxing and tickling your nose.
Your hands raised and flattened against his shirt, ignoring this monsters impressive and sculpted and godlike physique to put some form of distance between you. You try to push him away and he didn't budge. Your heartbeat thundered hard in your ears and wildly in your ribcage.
Your struggled seemed to displease him as he growled and snarled into your flesh and ear.
"Behave, my sweet." Monsterhaul warned, tone scolding and chastising you as if you were a misbehaving child. His hold on you tightening as he wrapped another clawed around your waist, lifting you off the ground and into his arms.
Oh god, was he going to kidnap you? Keep calm. Keep calm, Y/n. Keep fucking calm! You try to keep your breathing under control and not scream. Waking up the neighborhood, your parents or your sisters would be a huge, bloody mistake. You had seen what Overhaul could do with his quirk. There was no telling what this Monsterhaul could do when he feels angered or threatened.
You remained quiet when he started walking into the direction towards you house? Oh, no. Was he going to rat you out to your mother? Nervousness clenching hard within your belly as your arms tightened around his neck. Then again, what would your mother say when she saw you in the arms of his new version of your boyfriend. Suiter. Caller. Whatever you and the yakuza boss had become over this past half year.
The lights were out. Completely dark and pitchback inside. You knew your parents and siblings were all sleeping. You watch as Monsterhaul easily used his strong legs and extra set of arms to climb the side of the building and onto the balcony outside your bedroom window with ease. You were helpless to watch. Completely baffled and speechless. Watching him press a clawed hand beside your window and created a hole, slipping inside and closing it.
Okay. Now you were even more inwardly panicking and shaking.
This was the first time you were left completely alone with a man in your room who wasn't your father or your male cousins. You knew what happened between a man and woman at night. Alone. Unchaperoned. Scenes from your raunchy romance novels flooded your head. Why the hell you were thinking such inappropriate and silly things right now you didn't know!
It wasn't helping to ease your nerves.
"Do not fear me, pretty one." Monsterhaul rumbles, nuzzling underneath your chin with his birdlike mask. "Everyone else fears me." A low rumbling purr sounded and vibrated from his chest. "You are safe with me."
Safe was not the word you would have used.
Monsterhaul held you closer, raising a separate clawed hand and lightly pressing it into the middle of your back, rubbing in small, smooth circles. Was? Was this beast trying to offer you comfort? Surely not? But why?
You were so confused.
Kai Chisaki, Overhaul never touched you like this. Yes, the man hovered, close too close. His touches were calculated, simple but not overbearing.
But this creature, this Monsterhaul, this alternate version of himself. He couldn't keep his clawed hands off you, touching you, always touching.
You shook harder within his hold. What happened to your Kai? Would you never see him again? Were you going to spend the rest of your life hiding in the shadows, in the night, in the dark with this bird-like creature? Half birdman, half man? The thought alone made hot, stinging tears prickle the corners of your eyes. "Kai." You murmured, your throat tight and choked. "Wha-?"
Monsterhaul remained silent, frowning.
You swallow the lump forming in your throat. "What happened to you?" Tears burning, ready to fall. You refused to let this beastman see any more of your fear or tears, if you could help it.
Monsterhaul raised a free clawed hand, brushing your hair back and behind your ear. Same simple and kind gesture your Kai would have done before playing Shogi. It made your heart ache and clench painfully. Was Kai really still in there? Was he gone forever?
"Human heart was weak." Monsterhaul explain, walking towards your bed and slowly setting you down, but his grip remained possessive. "Human Kai doesn't deserve you." He took off your cloak and the remains of his ruined jacket, then knelt before you and proceeded to take off both your shoes.
His touch was slow and gentle, trying not to scratch you with his claws. Concentrated and focused before tilting his head upward to meet your eyes, muttering underneath his breath voice filled with powerful conviction, devotion and longing. "Our most beautiful mate and pretty one." His clawed hands landed beside you, trapping you between him and your bed. "You deserve the world." He muttered, clawed hands gripping your bedding as he tried to control himself.
Why was he sounding like this? What did he mean that Kai didn't deserve you? Why would he want to give you the world? You weren't anyone special.
"I'm just normal." You whispered, hands tangled in your night gown in your lap. "I don't deserve someone like you, Kai." You knew, if you were honest. Perhaps this version of Kai would do the same? "You deserve someone more pretty with a powerful quirk." You knew you were having the same conversation the same day you two had met. "I'm quirkless." You frowned, knowing that you said next would upset him. You both knew it could happen and there was no running away from it. "I don't want you to hate me, if our children are born quirkless."
Monsterhaul shook his head, golden birdlike eyes narrowing. "You are beautiful just the way you are." Displeased that you were speaking negative about yourself.
You blush hard, eyes widen. Left speechless.
Monsterhaul rose to his feet, hovering and looming over you. Contemplating. Hesitating. So, unlike your usual confidant and proud Kai. "Can't you see there is no other?" Whispering, tilting his head and trying to convinse you otherwise.
Your heart skipped, shaking your head.
"May I touch you?" He asks softly, "Hold you?" Noticing that you were shivering. Not from fear, but from the cold of the winter night. "Let me warm you."
You knew it was a bad idea. Giving in to this monster man's request. You were curious what he would do. You always wanted to see what your Kai would do, if he didn't hold back. Lost control. Lost his composure. His cool and gave into passion, his feelings and desire.
You nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat.
Monsterhaul raised a clawed hand, tilting you chin back and met your eyes. "Words, pretty one." Amusements filling his golden hues as he hums. "Words."
Your face deepened a brighter shade. "Yes." You murmur.
He repositioned your body with ease, pressing your back flat against his hard chest, crawling onto the bed after you as you wordlessly moved to give him more room.
Mate. Pretty one. My sweet. My little love. The monster would whisper sickeningly sweet as he towered over you from behind, his clawed fingertips slide over the nape of your neck. Burying his nose into the hollow of your throat, marking you with his scent, his tongue licking and trailing along your goose bumped covered flesh.
You should have known the handsome devilish monster wouldn't be satisfied with cuddling like this. Your stomach twisted into knots, anticipation crawling and driving you mad as you fought to remain still. You knew you weren't helping; you're squirming drawing him and his hidden desires like a moth to a flame. A giant feral animal stuck in a cage with a smaller, meek and powerless female. Trying his patience. Testing him. Taunting him.
"Anxious?" Monsterhaul purrs against your neck, teasing you. Feeling your heartbeat jump as he kisses the pulse point along the nape of your neck. "Do you want more?" Slowly, one set of arms gripping possessively at your hips, every once in a while, he'd give you a light squeeze. "Ache for my touch? My kiss?" Another arm caged you against him, underneath your chest as his fourth hand covered your mouth, silencing your protests and weak-willed cries of surprise as he kisses you.
His kisses turn more demanding, feral and heated. Low guttural growls and groans leave his chest as you tremble in his hold. Knees buckling as you forget how to breath. You feel his real mouth curl into a smug smirk and whispering into your ear. "I can smell your desire and arousal hidden beneath your fear and confusion, my sweet." He chuckles, nipping your racing pulse point with a fang.
You try to protest and shake your head no, but you can't. Not with his tongue being shoved down your throat. You curse your stupid body for betraying you. Stupid hormones! Stupid wickedly handsome, monstrous bird thing that looks exactly like Chisaki! No matter how many times you tell yourself it isn't Kai, it isn't Chisaki. Your body still tingles and shakes, you felt your nipples stiffen and grow taut, heat pooling between your thighs.
Proving the monster right!
God, this was so fucked up. So wrong. Immortal, depraved, debaucherous and yet you wanted more! You wished it was the real Kai kissing you, embracing you. Not this thing!
How many nights had you secretly fantasied about Kai crawling through your window in the dead of night, hovering over your bed like this, crawling into your waiting and willing arms and taking you. Kai! You mentally screamed, tears prickling the corners of your eyes and falling.
The monster paused, frowning as he scented your fear and salted tears. Uncovering your mouth, uncaring that your minged saliva were connected between your mouth and his hand. "Do not cry, my mate." He shushed gently, "Let me take care of you." Nuzzling into your neck, licking his claiming bite and causing you to gasp and shiver.
You trembled harder, whimpering. "Kai, please." Your bottom lip quivering. "Come back, Kai, please, come back." Your hands find his large, clawed hand holding you, interlocking his with yours.
Monsterhaul is confused. Why couldn't you understand that he was Kai. He is still here, deep inside, sleeping. The proud, arrogant man known as Chisaki was many things, but to Monsterhaul, he was a coward and unworthy of your affections.
Why couldn't you see that he wanted to please you? Love you as you rightfully deserved. "I am still Kai." He gently turns you in his arms, pressing you down flat onto the bed, wedging himself between your spread thighs. "Let me show you." His golden eyes meet your misty gaze as he tears his masked away. "Give you pleasure," he rasps, growling softly and caging you further against your bed, pressing his hardness against your clothed core. "Need you, my little love, my mate." A mix between a hiss and a pleasure groan slipped past his lips as his large palm cupped your jaw, thumb running over the apple of your cheek; he licks away your tears. "Let me give you paradise on earth, heaven."
"It wouldn't be right." You protest weakly. "You're no longer human, Kai." Your hips buckle and jolt as you gasp, oh dear god, he's hard and horny. Your eyes trail down to between your bodies, seeing the tent in his pants, the outline twitched and pulsed against your ogling and damp sex. Your blush deepened a darker shade of red, forcing your gaze away from between his thighs to meet his heavy-lidded and lust filled gaze. "We mustn't, Kai." You gulped, swallowing thickly.
"Who says?" The monster replies, blinking, his eyes narrowing. "God?" He tilts his head. "I am your God, my love. Your God, your mate, your protector, and soon to be husband." His clawed hands, grips the blankets and sheets nearly ripping them to shreds. "Mine."
The soft and gentleness in his fierce yellow orbs were gone. Replaced with a dark possessive, heated and hungry stare, clawed hands gripping your hips, holding you still as he buckled his hips, grinding his bulge harder into your slick covered slit.
You gasp when he rubbed your clit. Your cheeks burned, hoping he didn't notice.
He noticed, keeping his amber birdlike gems focus on your body's reaction. Every twitch, muffled moan and breathless gasp escaping your kiss swollen lips. "Such an honest body you have, my sweet." He purrs, a smug smirk forming and showing off his fangs. "Perfect." He groans against your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin. "Worthy mate for me."
You bite your lower lip and cover your mouth with your hands.
Monsterhaul didn't like that. He wanted to hear your moans, your pretty sirens song and pleasure cries. "Let me hear you, pretty one." He grunts softly into your ear.
You shake your head hard. "My family are down stairs." Your whisper.
The beast runs his large claws hand over every curve and plump, soft inch of flesh, kneading it in greedy handfuls. "Then we must keep quiet, won't we?" He whispers, grasping your face in his large palms and kisses you.
He cups one of your breasts, kneads it in his hands, groaning against your lips as the pad of his thumb brushed and ghosts over your perky nipple.
His tongue finds yours, rising to hover above you, spreading your thighs wider with his knee, two sets of hands grab your hips, guiding you and forcing you to grind on his knee. "Let me take care of you, my sweet." He whispers, pulling away to observe your reactions. How flushed and rosy your cheeks are. How you gasp for air and pant. Trying to suppress your moans. "Beautiful, my love." He groans, nostrils flaring and his mouth lowers into the crook of your neck to bite, suck and alternate between soft kisses as his free hand trails between your legs.
Cupping your slippery and wet clothed covered slit through your panties.
"Oh God, Kai." Your head falls back, legs falling open wide to welcome him and his sinful touches and petting.
He meets your heavy-lidded gaze. "Tell me, my pretty one." He pauses his hand, hissing air between his teeth and fanged mouth. "Do you give your consent?" His claws hand twitched as his lack of control wavers. "Do you accept me?" Your scent and arouse smells so tempting, so sweet. His head is swimming as he breaths your scent into his lungs. He felt the mouth on his clawed hand drool, dripping onto your panties, adding to the moisture and wet patch forming between your legs. He wants to pin your body into the bed and devour the nectar and sweet honey, your essence dripping from your sex. "Accept me as your husband?" He pants, nearly begging. He needs your consent. Needs to hear them before he can feast and devour you freely to his dark, greedy hearts content. "Will you be mine?"
He's asking so much of you. He's asking for your permission. A twisted, heavy proposal? Here? Now? Your heart thumping hard in your chest. "Are you really proposing to me now?" You pant, trying to control your breathing. Everything is all backwards and out of order.
"Is that a, no?" He tilts his head, dark hooded golden eyes flickering from between your thighs to your face. His control slipping and wavering, hand hovering over your sex twitching as his other claw hands grip the bedding tighter.
You open and close your mouth. "It's so sudden and unexpected." You admitted, licking your lips, noticing his gaze flowing your tongue. "Can you blame me?" You glanced away, blushing harder and squirming underneath his heated, intense and lustful leering.
"I'll ask again, properly, my love." He groans, clawed hand shoving your panties to the side, gazing at the moisture leaking from your sex. "Say it and I'll give you pleasure." Monsterhaul's mouth watered, breathing in your sweet honey directly from its source. Inches away from his awaiting mouth on the palm of his hand, thumb raising, hovering over your heavily swollen hood of your clit.
The scent filled into his lungs, pulling him like a magnet, he could already taste your pussy on the tip of his tongue without getting a proper sample. God, it smelled better than the sweetest wine, so sweet and intoxicating. His lungs heaved under the onslaught, greedy for more. Determined to devour. To soak you into his bones, absorb your slick and juices into his cells, his waiting mouth and body.
The nub begging for attention, the mouth on his hand exhaled, fanning your lower lips with his hot breath.
You arched your back further into his clothed chest, one of your hard nipples brushing against one of the buttons on his shirt. "It's-"
"What?" He asks, arching a thin brow. "Tell me, my love." Mouth curling into slow, wicked smile that made you nearly close your legs shut around his arm, if his hands on your hips hadn't caught them in a firm grip, keeping them wide open, thumbs caressing your inner thighs.
You didn't know what had come over you. Being so close to Kai, or this monster version of him. Sexually curious and frustrated, flustered and needy. Here you were half naked while he was fully clothed, teasing you. It wasn't fair! "It isn't fair that I'm pinned beneath you and your hardly undressed or bothered." You admitted, knowing your impatience and bratty nature were rising to the surface. You weren't in any position to make demands, but he wasn't stopping you. He asked you what you wanted. He could have easily ignored your wishes and take you, a powerful man, a strong one with four inhuman arms and strength to back it up.
He wasn't mad. No, he was pleased. Amused? If the rumbling purr and pleasure hum gave it away. Monsterhaul pulled away, sat fully upright. "Eager to see my body?" He proceeded to slowly unbutton the white buttons on his black silk, button down shirt, slow, sensual and teasing, giving you a show. "I'm not a mind reader, little mate." He chuckles, low and deep. "All you have to do is ask."
Oh my god, if you thought his forearms were a work of art. It felt scandalous when he reveals the pale, smooth skin and hard muscle hidden underneath as his other clawed hands work on unbuckling his belt buckle.
Apart from his extra set of arms, the purple fur surrounding his neck, claws, fangs, black inked lines along his skin; he looked the same as an ordinary man.
You stared at all of the hard muscle and strong physic Kai kept hidden underneath his clothes. It would make any woman swoon and drool over him. Every dark, smutty, yakuza romance heroines wet dream. It made you more curious what could he do with those extra set of arms? Pick you up with ease and bend you over any which way, this and that. Hold you in place by gripping your hips and sinking his claws into your mattress and rip the sheets to ribbons.
Your lustful leering and naughty thoughts must have been shown your face, one shape or another; he chuckled in amusement and pausing, raising a thin brow.
"Like what you see?" He asks, lowering the fly of his zipper, pushing his slacks down over his thighs and fully taking off his shirt, sliding it off and letting the material fall onto the floor. Back off the bed to fully take off his pants, leaving him in his boxers.
"Yes." You admit, cheeks reddening.
His intense eyes brightened as a rumbling purr of approval vibrated from his chest. "I'm glad that you approve."
Smug bastard. You couldn't help, but inwardly chuckle, feeling your mouth twitch and try not to laugh. Finding his animal noises and behaviors cute after the initial fears and shock wore off as you began to relax.
He must have smelled the change of your scent again, his own lips tugged upright and flashing his pearly white teeth and fangs. This was a good sign. You were growing more comfortable with him in this form. It won't be long before you crave his touch, presence, voice and protectiveness, same as his mortal have.
He strolled back to you, standing at the edge of the bed. "I'll ask again. "Do you want to continue, pretty one?" Liquid molten gold and filled with dark hunger and lust that made you shiver and a sense of thrill igniting your veins.
You lean backward, lying flat onto your back, spreading your thighs, raising your arms and beckoning him. "Let's try again." You paused, licking your lips and keeping your eyes locked on his own. "Please?"
"As you wish, my mate." His body weight sinking into the mattress, lowering himself onto his hands and knees, crawling onto the bed, predatory, observing every exhale and inhale, the way your chest rose and fell, fighting to remain still and stop from squirming or nervous fidgeting.
God, you want this. You do. Want him to ruin you, bury himself in you, watch his mask crack and fall. What more can you want? You were getting one of your darkest fantasies come to life this night, even if, it isn't the true version of your Kai. This Monsterhaul, half birdman, half man; a modern embodiment of a God hovering over you, needy, hot and bothered, feral and close to begging for your attention. If the proof of his lust and hardness, thick, hard and throbbing; touching the junction between your legs.
Oh god, I'm going to go to hell. You think to yourself, biting your lower lip. You needed to calm down. Get out of your head. What would all of those sexy women in those romance novels do? You blush harder. Take the bull by the horn, grab his dick and ride the ever-loving shit out of him, that's what.
Human, monster, fairy, werewolf, vampire, goblin king, it didn't matter.
You needed to give Kai a test drive, didn't you?
See if you two were sexually compatible. Test the waters. If you were going to give him your virginity, what some would consider sacred, it didn't matter. You loved Kai. He didn't say it with words, but in his actions, his gestures and hints of kindness. If you were going to give yourself to him fully tonight, then you might as well enjoy it, even if, it will become uncomfortable in the beginning. It's like a bike. you tell yourself. A big, long, hard... bike that will fit inside you. The more you get used to it the better sex will become after the first few times.
You buckle your hips upward, moving against him, slow and shy. Gliding your hands in the same manner by tracing the inked veins and muscles along his forearms to his back with the pads of your finger, keeping them light. Getting him used to your touch, knowing this was a huge step into your relationship. One of the simplest forms of intimacy, natural for you, but foreign to him. Watching for any signs of discomfort, protest and disgust on his face; giving him a change to back away should he want to change his mind.
Touching him and meeting his bewitching gaze head on, changing the pace to lingering and leaving light scratches with your nails into his skin. If he was going to mark you as his. You were going to mark him too, claim this man, this monster man as your own.
Surprise visibly on his maskless face. You were enticing him. Reciprocating his advances and desires. Willing. Wanting. He rose to hover again, leaving you wondering, if you did something wrong? Stopping and opening your mouth to question your doubts, if he didn't like it, instead you watched as he dropped his head, licking and exploring your skin with his tongue and lips along your breasts and seeking fingers continuing stroking your inner thigh before raising higher, closer to your hot, dripping center.
The beastman scoots closer, raising and towering over you again, heated arms snaking around your body and pulling you closer into his chest, pressing your breasts against his thudding heartbeat. Heated digits caressing, appreciating your silky-smooth skin and plushness, womanly curves and your bodies honest response to his sinful touches as you squirm and your breath hitches. "Call my name." His voice growing low and husky, gaze heavy lidded as he purred, tilting his head down ghosting over your kiss swollen lips.
You blush darker, raising your hands higher and higher until they wrapped behind his neck. "Kai," You whisper softly, smiling. Moving a hand to lightly caressing the nape and petting the purple fur there, finding it oddly soft to the touch, feeling him shudder and hearing his breath hitch this time.
You leaned closer, grabbed the back of his head and pressed your lips against his, kissing him hard. "Mine. My dark devil." You mutter, kissing him again which he returned, filled with hunger, desperate, passionate and all consuming.
"As you are mine." One of his headed hands tangling into your hair, pressing you further into his chest and the other wrapping around your lower back and further beneath him, straddling you and smashing your pelvis into his, your clothed sex touching his aching and pulsing hardness in his boxers. "Do you feel that?" He hisses; a deep growl rumbles through his chest. "How hard you make me?" He rocks his hip in time with yours, grinding.
You bite your lower lip, fighting to remain in perfect rhythm. Trying to pace yourself. Feeling your face grows hotter. The moisture sticking between your lower lips and panties were touching Kai's very noticeable erection. "Yes." You gasped, tilting your head back and moaning when his tent rubs against your clit, causing your hips to jerk and shutter.
Kai continues loosing himself between your legs, holding you open with one set of hands down below, the other set immediately grows another mouth on each blackened palm. Left claws hand kneads your breast and sucking on your nipple. His remaining hand reclaims your mouth and kisses you.
This time you don't shy away from it. You welcome him back, moaning into the feverish kisses and flicking your tongue along the roof of his mouth, earning you a breathless groan. So, you did it again and again in between kisses, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and tongues intertwining.
Your needy moan made his cock throb and jerk with demand. His tongue teased her swollen bundle of nerves, a simple and heated flick made her cry out and clutching her hands into his hair. He opened his eyes to look into yours.
Another slow, measures and heavy lap of his warm mouth, causing your hips to jerk, forcing more of your mound into his face and sink deeper under his spell.
He loved watching your response. Sensitive. Overly honest.
His hand slid down your thighs, trailing feather light and around your hip all the way down the underside of your backside and dragging you closer and harder into his hot, wet and waiting mouth. He retracked his claw, returning it to normal to slide a single finger into your core, slick and swallowing his digit within your welcoming tight heat, to the first knuckle, then stopped.
Yes. He wanted you to experience the same desperate, feral, craving and hunger. Feel how he's felt. A desire burning and fierce, clawing his gut and heavy groin, hard and ready, full.
Maddening.
Carnal.
Brutal.
Primal.
Circling the sensitive bud, wrapping his lips around it and giving a light, teasing and agonizingly purposeful slow, suck. You gave a strangled gasp and cry of pleasure into his mouth. He smiled, lifting his head to stare into your eyes once more. "How does it feel, my love?" Kai felt her insides clenching around his finger. "Do you wish to continue?"
You swallowed, dazed and unable to answer.
Not fast enough. Kai nipped the inside of your thigh with his teeth. His control slipping fast, need and arousal shredding and digging into him with an unfair and raging lust and desire building, close to boiling over. Greed and longing, patience and restraint coming undone, tittering on the edge of snapping.
"I-" You stutter, trying not to buckle your hips and sink his finger deeper. Wanting to feel more. Greed for more.
It wasn't fair. He drew moans out of you with ease, leaving your breathless and had you clinging onto him. Overwhelming, frustrated and quickly overstimulated. Stubborn birdman.
Monsterhaul's mouth twitched against your skin into a smirk.
He resumes rubbing and flicking your clit with his tongue, holding you down when you try to squirm away. "Tell me, my sweet." He pulls his hand away, watching as your groan in frustration and loss of stimulation. "Say yes and I'll make you come undone before I claim you."
"Yes, Kai." You half whine, half hiss, grabbing the back of his head and trying to push him back down between your legs. "Dammit, I already said yes." You huff in embarrassment, hearing him chuckle at your rare bouts of impatience and stubbornness. He'll forgive you, this once. He promised he'd give you pleasure, pure unadulterated bliss and devour your greedy, needy, pussy and sweet juices.
Hearing him laugh made you squirm and press your legs together, or try to, if his hands weren't holding you wide open like a fucking thanksgiving turkey. You covered your burning face. What the hell was this birdman, beastman doing to you?!
You underneath him, face flushed and panting, hair fanning out around your pillow like a halo, completely nude as you moaned and writhed while the beast continued to feast and devour you between your spread legs. "Kai!" You keen, trying to stay quiet, hands buried in his short locks.
"You taste delicious and divine, my sweet." The beast purrs, leaning back and licking his lips as he panting, drunk off your sweet flavor and juices. "More. I need more of you, my mate."
His desire and eagerness crystal clear.
Leaning closer, a mischievous smile on his face and kissing you. "Your body is honest and naughty," caressing the wet fabric of wetness stuck to your slip, a pleasure hum. Traveling higher to run his finger over your swollen and sensitive clit, causing you to gasp and moan. "I've barely touched you and you are already soaked, dripping." tugging your underneath to the side as he fully exposed your chest, lowering his head to capture a hard nipple into his mouth, lapping at the erect bud with his tongue and sucking hard.
You arc your back, legs spreading wider. A pleasure moan slipped past your kiss swollen lips. A teasing, merciless demon.
"Your clit is engorged." A mischievious look in his eyes. "So sensative and begging for my touch."
Your face grew hotter.
The wetness between your legs grew louder, sloppier. Rubbing your clit with the heal of his palm, running his middle finger along your slit, gaging your reaction before carefully plunging his finger inside. A pleasure cry escaped from your covered mouth, hips jerking.
Pushing in deeper before adding another, his eyes never leaving your face. Curling his fingers until he found that special spot. "There. I've found your weakness, my love." Thrusting harder and faster, returning to sucking and licking your nipples, continuing to rub your inner walls. The mouth on his hand suckled and licked your clit. "Your growing tighter, my love." He purred. "Will you fall apart and cum?"
Pleasure and heat building inside. Your body trembled above him.
"That's it, let go." He whispered into your ear. "Let's me see your expression of exstacy. Cum for me." You moaned as he bit down hard onto your neck. "Give it to me." He growled, an order as he contined fucking harder and rougher into your core.
His golden eyes darkened. His beautiful face looked fierce as he panted in excitment. "Stroke me too, my sweet."
You wrapped you hand around his hard and fully erect cock and stroked him. You pause, he's dry. It will hurt him. You raise your hand, spitting into your palm and returned to palming, jerking and stroking him.
He groaned. "That's it." His hips jerked and buckled into your fist. "D-don't stop."
"Your insides are clenching around my fingers." he grinned, feral and wolfish. "Your going to cum again?" He whispered before kissing you. "Give me your everything, your essence, you love, give it to me."
HIs eyes said what he didn't Surrender to him. Bend and break, cum. More questions spilling out of his mouth. "Are you not stimulated enough?" Or was he muttering to himself? "No, of course not. Not my greedy little human." Your body listened and obeyed, his voice, sinful touches, dirt talk and hardness between the palm of your hands made your insides clench. "Of course, you need more." "Tell me." He mutters into your skin, licking his claiming bite and giving a hard suck.
"Yes," you moan, turning your head to plunge your tongue into his mouth.
All four of his hands were busy, one of each breast, each mouth sucking and licking.
His grunts and groans spilled into your mouth.
A tight knot coiling in your lower belly.
Your inner walls clamping down around his fingers.
Your back arched off the bed this time, moaning into his mouth as a light of white clouded your vision. You leaned back onto the bed, panting, gasping for breath and boneless.
Monsterhaul was far from finished.
He pulled his fingers out of your soaking, hot, sheath. "I need to be inside, my sweet." He growled, holding your waist firm. "Cum on my cock next, please." He pants, eyes completely wide and dilated, desperate.
Denying his own orgasm and release.
It only lasted for so long.
He needed you now.
He covered your heated cheeks, voice soft. His words were heartfelt, intense and sincere and completely the opposite of the throbbing, rock hard cock standing fully hot and erect pulsating at your entrance.
You lean into him, hugging him. "Fuck me, Kai." You whisper into his pierced ear.
You knew once you said those words. There was no going back.
It's not going to fit. You close your eyes.
His claws hand cups your cheek, licking away your tears. "I know it will hurt." He frowns, running his thumbs in slow, small circles along your inner thighs.
Oh no. "I'm fine, Kai." You try to be brave. Save face. You knew it would hurt. You tried to remain relaxed before your nerves got the best of you. You didn't want to turn back. You never knew when you would be able to become intimate with Kai ever again after tonight. You wanted to be greedy. Just this once.
"My brave, sweet mate." He pulls you into a tender kiss as he pushes his hips forward, pressing the cockhead against your entrance, parting your slick and wet folds, shoving himself into your virgin walls.
Hurts. Fucking painful. You mentally hissed, gritting your teeth.
You whimper and cry out in pain, fresh tears falling. It hurt. You clung onto him, body tense and shaking as he slowly invades your body. Breaking the virgin seal, your maidenhead and claiming you as his forever. Your nails digging into his back causing him to grunt and growl through clenched teeth.
"Talk to me, my little mate." He whispers, grunting as he fought to remain still. Allow you time to adjust to his invasion. You were so wet and tight, insides gripping around him, it grew painful. And yet, he endured it. Knowing you were experiencing a greater pain that he was.
What could you say? How could you look Kai, the real Kai in the eye ever again. Knowing that you had given the monster him your virginity. It felt as if you had betrayed him. Another trail of tears stinging your eyes, falling down your cheeks.
"I'm sorry." He mutters through clenched teeth, trying to go slow to ease your pain. "Pain will give way into pleasure soon, I promise."
He lowered a clawed hand, activated his quirk to amp up your pleasure. Another hand moved between your legs to rub your clits. Caressing your cheek with the back of his hand as he brought you into another kiss.
Your heart hammered in your chest. Oh my god, he's not. You felt a shiver roll down your spine. Your body become hotter, pleasure and euphoria washing over you from head to toe, overwriting the pain and twisting it into pleasure. Your whimpers become cries of ecstasy and sinful.
His breath shuddered, visibly shaking and trembling as he began to move. The bed groaning beneath you two as he spread your legs wider, sinking deeper into your depths that felt like heaven.
He gasped, clawed hands tightening around your frame, a heated blush spreading as his own heartbeat thudded and his eye brightened, intense and all consuming. "Awaken such primal and lustful desires within my soul." he whispered hoarsely, filled with want, heat, passion and accusation. "Feel what you've done to me." His thrusts become harder and more heated, rocking his hips into your pelvis. "Y/n," he said breathless.
You clung onto him. Nails digger and trailing down his back, rising your legs to wrap around his hips. "Kai," You reply, voice grew higher in volume.
His deep golden eyes bored into yours, saying more than words ever could. It made your heart leap out of your chest.
His deep gesture of affection. Knowing he hated to be touched by others, his armor was cracking. He looked so needy, so deprived of love and affection, touch-starved, hungry and greedy for more.
Slowly you raised a hand and carefully ran your fingers through his hair. His eyelids drooping, his body relaxing as his eyes closed completely. An expression of bliss and satisfaction on his heated and flustered face.
He opened his eyes, golden hues glowing in the moonlight. Something within him shifted. His more animalistic instincts rising to the surface.
Become more beast than man.
The beast had come out of his cage.
A ghost of a smile on his lips, golden eyes large and shimmering, stalking its prey, its mate. He calmed your mouth with his own. "Now, I've marked you as mine," he said, his grip on your hip tightened. "Mine." He changes positions, littering your body with teeth marks, then planting kisses over them. "Forever."
You were completely at his mercy.
Accepting his honey'ed words.
His promises.
His praises.
Feeling him sink into your body again and again, over and over until your both feel apart. The complete rapture of sexual climax washing you both like an intense and endless tidal wave of sinful pleasure.
You both layed there. Panting, sweaty, breathless and bodies tangled in one another, stuck and locked together like two puzzle pieces.
You had no doubt you had left nail marks on Kai's back. Your heart hammering within your chest as you tried to catch your breath.
Slowly, the beastman drew you into another kiss, recapturing your mouth before he pulled out.
You winced as pain came back. Your body felt sore, wet and sticky with your combined fluids leaking out of you and onto the bed.
"Hold still." He activated his quirk, healing you. "Forgive me, I know it hurts."
It did, but you didn't complain. You were so happy, reaching out and intertwining one of his clawed hands into your own, bringing it to your cheek and nuzzling into his palm.
You were exhausted.
After healing you he leaned towards you, his eyes so bright and intense you lost yourself there. Within the small pupils of liquid molten golds, calm and calculated, studying you. He sent you a small smile which caused your heart to squeeze and somersaults flipping inside your stomach. There he was. Your Kai. The glimpse of his humanity within the beast.
That genuinely shocked you.
"Kai," You called out to him, releasing his hand to open your arms wide, tempting him back into your arms. "Can we cuddle?"
"Of course, pretty one." He was torn. Torn with wanting to fulfill your wishes and hold you within his arms again. And he wanted to bath with you, clean you.
He crawled back to you, then stopped.
He groaned. He looked pained, raising a clawed hand and pushing his head into the heel of his hand. His gaze shifted down towards you, eyes gentle, raw and pleading. "Let me stay, my angel." Lower his hand to rebury his face into the crook of your neck, purring, cooing and inhaling your scent like an animal. "Please, Y/n." He held you closer in his embrace, growing persistent.
Angel. Yours eyes widened. Kai's nickname for you falling out of Monsterhaul's mouth. He was coming back. Truely?
So, he had been listening. He'd chosen not to answer.
