Outside of the nebula behind these eyelids swaying against melodies of somber and awe, beyond every facet of every realm beyond those eyes that attributed to reason…
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
That’s life…
…but words don’t do it justice.
But that’s all we have, isn’t it.
Words.
Words don’t express the life of reason and understanding, but words can explain why skin is soft…eyes have color…
…why sex is so intoxicating…
…addiction, primal instinct…
Concepts that are just as vanilla average as your average asshole that can’t take two seconds to remember which head got him that executive position and which one got his wife that settlement.
Most of the time all that asshole would see would be the big blue eyes playing gymnast on his desk and give them his undivided attention and trust just because his eyes are attached to his brain.
Those blue eyes welcome him in like a mother calling her precious baby to dinner and lock him in like Auschwitz.
Momma’s precious boy was caught in Block 11 deep in some old carpaccio.
But this wasn’t his first bite.
The one with a promising settlement has eyes just as blue. As the one before…and before her…and before her…
Those beautiful blue eyes are poison of the mind…
And the wallet.
But who’s ever heard of a sailor who encountered a siren and living to tell the tale?
That’s why eyes are shallow. Or the eyes that only see them dancing in lust are anyway…
It’s no different than seeing them glistening in the sun…
That’s all anyone would choose to see.
Even if they were nearly grey…and one almost white…
Because heteroachroma is sexy…a mutation of human DNA could easily get you laid today…
Of course, he can’t see the microscopic demon deterioration of his gums and tongue while it’s dancing around in her pussy…
Try hiding that from the wife.
One could see the plane everyone was living on and, even though not blindly, could still see what everyone else sees.
The other could see what is meant to be seen, what it means for them to see what they see and why they see it.
The “why” is the dealbreaker. But it’s never talked about. Never deciphered or dissected. Never even attempted.
Because that’s where consequences lie…the disillusion of their precious personal heaven which in this guy’s case…is probably going to land him a one way trip off the edge of Shinjuku Park Tower from the public humiliation…and the physical evidence that will show up between 12-24 hours…
But for now…this is his heaven…
…and these 4K photos still can’t do it justice…the fluids, the muscle churning…the “immaculate” stench…
Most would prefer to keep it that way. It eliminates pain and keeps the “carpaccio” fresh.
I’ve had my fair share of “carpaccio”…
Most of it couldn’t be compared to shit like these two…
It’s merely flesh to them.
Flesh is trivial…nothing any living creature on this planet doesn’t have. You’re born with it, you die with it.
Even the fluids it secretes during its most basic of fundamental functions…the lubricants of our orifices to ease tension…tears, sweat, cervical mucus…proteins, sodium chloride, mucin glycoproteins, lipids, etc…
I can see that.
All of it.
Even you…you’re still flesh, you’re still a creature on this planet, you’re still human…cracked, coarse and callused.
But when I looked at your fissured sclera surrounding those irises resembling polished hematite…felt the callused matter that compiles the titanium density you are now encased with due to your endless self-inflicted persecution of an innocent past self…that you resent…
…the addiction…was of what I could not see because of my eye, but because of those conversations, those arguments, those mornings I’d watch you in your slippers making a pointless pot of coffee…my quirk was useless in those times…even without you using yours.
You always had that effect on me…I hated you for it…still do.
Those moments are tattooed into my temporal lobe…they’re pesky and distracting…I can’t focus…even when perched on an apartment fire escape ladder watching one of the most forced orgasms I’ve ever seen…
It’s debilitating…physically compromising…and gives me a migraine that can only be cured with booze…
Maybe…not cure, just…knock me out for a few hours so I don’t dream about it.
It’s beyond reason…
…still…
…it’s all I want.
You…
All I want.
A vibration in her pocket caused a small eruption of pain.
Aoi had forgotten to blink.
“Fuck…”.
She sorely whispered to herself as she frantically dug the device from her jacket not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Yeah?”
“I assume you’re not home”.
The callers gravelly voice being lightly distorted by the airways tickling her hippocampus.
“Uh…no, but I’m on my way…”, sliding from the 9th floor of the staircase with ease, Aoi’s boots firmly collide with the pavement with a light concentrated thud. “Why?”
“Sake is on top of the Nighteye Agency building”.
“WHA-“, Aoi quickly silenced herself.
“What?!” she loudly whispered in the phone. “How in the hell did she get up there?”
“Don’t know”.
Aizawa sighed. Perched on a nearby building watching the poised feline bask in the moon-glow.
“Considering the building is locked down with no sign of forced entry, it’s anybody’s guess”.
“Shit! I’m on my way”, Aoi exasperated as she jogged toward where she parked her motorcycle.
“How long have you been out?”
“Since about 10:30-ish”, the woman answered in a light pant as she made her way around the block.
“…it’s 2:17”.
The woman briefly stopped in her tracks and grimaced at the realization of time she lost.
“You forgot to feed her before you left again, didn’t you…”.
Judgment and fatigue in his tone.
“I was working a case. I didn’t think I’d be out that long”.
“Which is why you feed her before”, he quickly retorted.
“Can you just!…”, Aoi sighed trying to keep her composure as she set herself on her ride. “…get her down please”.
“Yeah…I’ll meet at your place”.
“Thank you”, the woman grunted in frustration. Rolling her eyes before preparing to hang up.
“Be careful…”.
Aoi briefly froze…the inner fibers of her spine electrified in return cooling the sustained headache, yet filling her with conflicting adrenaline and stimulating mania…it was chaos…beyond reason…
Silver Heiwa, Shota Aizawa, Mentions of Aoi Tamahagane and Toshinori Yagi
Warning: Mentions of suicide
Word Count: 1020
OC’s: Aoi Tamahagane (mentions) , Silver Heiwa
Based on this scene from Family Guy.
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June 1st.
Back when they were still students, this would be a good night. A happy night.
Sure, Aoi was never one for extremes but they were all together.
It’s been six years now. Six years of Aoi being away. Six years of Shota and Silver spending this particular day together. A couple of drinks never hurt anyone before, but… today was different.
Aizawa had been hurt on one of his vigilante missions about a week ago.
With Silver’s apartment being the closest to both his position, at the time, and UA, Aizawa found himself knocking on her door, bloody and beaten.
As much of an inconvenience as she thought he was at the beginning, Silver could never leave him alone. Not at the state he was in.
The Alchemist took him in, healed his wounds and provided her own home for him to relax and heal for a few days before kicking him out
While out on a mission of her own, Shota found himself chasing after her mischievous little kitty.
“Stop running around, Eraserhead, it’s just a pill, you-” he stopped dead on his tracks when he saw it. The tip of the barrel peaking out from behind a shoe box in her open wardrobe.
Aizawa took the gun in his hands, checking the safety and the mag. Only one bullet, so it wasn’t for self protection; and even if it were, Shota knew Silver wouldn’t need a gun to protect herself. Not with her powerful quirk and fists.
So why?
“Hey, creep! I’m home!” he heard her rough voice coming from the front door of the apartment, urging him to leave the firearm right where he’d found it, “You better be decent!”
“Your cat doesn’t wanna take his meds.” he commented, moving closer to her, arms crossed before his chest.
“I’ll take care of it.” she looked at the feline, who was just string up at her, purring loudly, “I also brought the booze. Get everything ready and I’ll be right back. Come here you little shit.”
After a few bottles and toasts to Aoi’s name, Shota couldn’t hold his thoughts for himself anymore. The light dizziness of the alcohol he had consumed blurring his judgment; his mouth spitting the words as his head kept wobbling, the neck holding it up unable to do it’s job.
“Hey, Silver?” he asked, words mumbled.
“Yeah?” the Alchemist answered, being in a better state than he was, just slightly. Her cheeks and nose had turned red as the booze did a number on her tired state. Though she was well enough to wander at the use of her name in his sentence.
“How come you have a gun?” his eyes were closed, trying to stop the dizziness so he can actually maybe remember her answer.
Silver knew he’d seen it. She knew her nosy kitty cat had led him to it. He had done it before. Leading Toshinori to it. She had seen it with her own eyes that time; but Toshi never asked. He knew she’d tell him when she was ready. That never stopped him from taking the bullets of the fully loaded weapon out when he saw it though.
Silver had managed to steal a single one of them back before All Might crushed the rest; and the matter was left alone.
A low sigh fell from her lips as she lowered her glass from them, “I keep it in case… it ever becomes too much for me to handle.” she answered, feeling like it was the first time she had been sincere with him.
“Too much?” his eyebrows frowned at her answer.
“I don’t know. I get these thoughts sometimes.” she stared at the glass in her hands, the droplets of mixed alcohol and water running down the ice cubes were suddenly the most interesting thing she’d seen in a while. “Dark thoughts. Like… I want to hurt people… in order to protect the ones that matter.” a heavier sigh left her throat this time, she knew he’d remember her words, no matter how drunk he was. There was no going back now. “Just… having the gun here… knowing there’s a way to stop myself. It- it helps.”
“Wanting to kill yourself before becoming the evil you were build to be...” he stated, voice still trembling but in a better state than it was when he started the conversation, “Well, I think that’s pretty selfish of you!”
“Wha- How is that selfish?” his answer and his angered tone took her by surprise.
“What would I do if you weren’t here? Hm?” he was seriously mad at her.
Showing any kind of emotion toward her was a first for Silver; so all she could do was stare at him. Wide eyes meeting his sleep deprived ones.
“Without Aoi, you’re the only one who makes my life bearable!” he continued, “And the truth is… you’re my only friend Silver, if I didn’t have you, I’d be lost.”
“You’d find Aoi… and the others. You’d be fine.” she pushed herself to say something. Make him change his mind. Make him stop.
“No, I wouldn’t. Aoi doesn’t even want to talk to us anymore, Silver, and I-” he sighed, placing his own glass on the side, thinking he’d had way more than enough, “I don’t really like anyone else in the school. Just you! You’re the only one who makes my days tolerable. You- you’re the only one I like. I like you a lot.” he repeated, crossing his arms on the table before letting his head lay on them, eyes getting really heavy, “I guess you could say I even love you. As a friend though,” his words fading as he slowly but steadily fell asleep on the kitchen table, “All Might would kill me otherwise.”
“You’re such a lightweight, you freaking perv.” Silver commented with a sigh. Getting a light blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders before continuing, “I’m not going anywhere, Shota,” she whispered, sitting back on her seat and refilling her glass, “and I promise, I’ll find a way to bring her back to you.”
“This city has so many demons…but its thrills give it a subtle equilibrium”.
Exhale.
“I grew up in this city…built my legacy on its humble soil with my bare hands; my only tools”.
Inhale.
“And in doing so…I have gained many powerful enemies…and with each new one I gain…adds another tomb to sit before my thrown”.
Exhale.
“So, tell me…Ms. Tamahagane…”.
BIG inhale.
The strain of a tightening fist could be heard throughout the whole room.
“…what silly delusion has infected that freshly plucked mind of yours to believe that YOU could possibly be worth more than a nameless grave on the far ends of the countryside?”
“Well, for one…”, the woman exhaled as she crossed her feet atop of her desk.
“…countryside graveyards are actually quite pristine. At least it’s quiet…and the likelihood of someone peeing on your tombstone is pretty low”.
The man standing continued to stare out her window.
His assistant coated in sweat as she watched in horrific anticipation.
“Secondly…”, she continued, “…I honestly couldn’t care less what you do with your free time. YOUR wife hired ME…so if you’re going to be mad at anyone, it would make more sense for you to take it out on the woman who dropped 150,000 yen for me to find proof that her husband was having an affair with your nanny”.
The man’s fist tightened further.
Venus sighed in light frustration at the investigators’ disrespectfully callus tone.
“Or better yet”, she continued further, “you can be mad at yourself for breaking those sickeningly ingenuine vows”.
A light choke in the man’s throat rendered him statuesque.
“Honestly…if you can’t remember why you’re marrying someone on the day of your wedding, you probably shouldn’t be getting married in the first place…because clearly that fluffy lovey message on that little piece of paper was fleeting”.
The man’s body began to shake.
“Or the fact that you picked a female divorcee as your lawyer. Naturally she’d have a bias toward cases like this. You should’ve expected her to drop you…and I can assure you that you aren’t her most lucrative client”.
A raging heat emitted from the window.
His assistant’s face was pale.
Venus pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Or failing to remember that a nanny is there to watch your children while the parents are away…so naturally there would be a need for surveillance. Trusting that the only surveillance present would be in the rooms where the children would be was sloppy…”.
Sweat dripped down the man’s temper from the heat of his rage.
“Sloppiness that may even prompt your ‘loyal’ assistant here to briefly seek new employment”.
A sharp gasp floated from the assistant’s throat.
“Th-That’s ridiculous, sir!”, the assistant shouted in desperation. “I-I would never do such a thing! This woman is clearly just spinning whatever lie she can to save her own skin!”
Venus continued to stare at Aoi in complete frustration, but light curiosity.
“Besides”, the assistant continued, “if you’re admitting to snooping through my personal emails, that is a complete invasion of privacy and highly illegal! I could have you shut down!”
“Yeah, I guess you could if you could find any proof that would be viable in court that could also outweigh the pile of skeletons you may or may not be helping your boss hide in his closest”.
Aoi finally opening her eyes.
The assistant choked on her own breath at the woman’s icy stare.
“That little change of heart apparently couldn’t match up to your towering greed. What happened? That one taste of high-end luxury Creme-de-la-Drip and you decided that you were too good for the black couch?”
The assistant’s face flushed at Aoi’s question.
“Wh-I-I d-don’t know what-“.
The woman stuttered.
Aoi lightly smirked.
“You don’t know how long you’ve been slurpin’ on the ancient, shriveled straw of lies and corporate fraud while also aiding in hiding your current boss’ affair with his wife?”
The woman was quiet.
Venus’ eyes widened.
The man was a statue at the window.
“Y-You have no proof…”.
Aoi lightly chuckled.
“You know…you may not be as dumb as your overly priced heels would suggest”, she started her next statement. “What is it? 52,000,000 Yen a year pushing papers, scheduling appointments, sorting mail, sitting in on meetings, getting coffee…but a Bacholer’s in Business, another in Agriculture, Masters in Psychology and Sociology. Your talents would be highly valuable, but who’s gonna give you that backing. This guy in 50 years?”
Aoi pointed her thumb toward the man at window.
“Or the corporate shark with zero sense of morality hooking his top competitors poor lonely minion with all his corporate secrets, all his business plans and his direct schedule of all his meetings and conference calls with who and his backlog of rendezvous with his lady of the night, like a fish outta water?”
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT?! HOW DARE YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY SUCH THINGS?! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME OR MR. MOMOTA!! KAITO WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!!”, the assistant viciously slammed her hand upon Aoi’s desk. “I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT FOR THESE RIDICULOUS AND OUTLANDISH ACCUSATIONS AND INVASION OF PRIVACY!!! I PROMISE TO LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING, BUT THE DIRT UNDER YOUR FEET WHEN YOU OUT ROTTING ON THE STREET LIKE THE RAT YOU ARE!!! YOU DON’T KNOW HIM AT ALL OR WHAT HE COULD DO TO YOU FOR THIS!!!”
“No, I don’t, actually”.
Aoi leaned forward in her chair, her stare never wavered.
“Hell, I didn’t even know the guys’ name.
Venus raised an eyebrow.
“But it sounds like you know plenty of what…Kaito, isn’t it?
The woman was silent.
“Yeah, I’m sure you know a lot about what he’s capable of”, Aoi smirked eyeballing the assistant’s impressive frame.
The assistant gasped suddenly. Her heart pounded once in her ear.
“Care to share with the rest of the class?”
“Wh…b-but what’re you saying? You’re the one that admitted you hacked into my-“.
“No, I didn’t”, Aoi cut her off. “All of my assumptions were questions and I never admitted to knowing anything. You just got rattled because I made you sound like a two-timing gold digging whore in front of your boss”.
The assistant quickly glanced at her boss before returning Aoi’s gaze.
“B…but…you knew about my degrees!! Details about my position!!”
“Information that I acquired for my case, details of that confidential, but I’m sure you can gather who could’ve possibly given them to me by now”.
The man grimaced, much to Aoi’s amusement.
“That poor woman has really got it out for you two”, Aoi lightly chuckled. “Went this far out of her way to make sure you had absolutely nothing to stand on and she has more expensive heels than you”.
“YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO PROVE ANY OF THIS IN COURT!!! IT’S JUST HEARSAY!!!”
“Oh, I have enough legal proof to where there would be no use in wasting anyone’s time in a whole case or a trial”, Aoi shrugged, “you already have no leg to stand on here whatsoever”.
“IF THAT’S TRUE, THEN WHY CONTINUE THIS FARCE?!”
“To give your boss the option to settle”.
The assistant silenced herself, her eyes planted firmly at the woman. Her stress eminent as her boss’ twitching suddenly ceased.
“His wife has made him an offer that, given the circumstances is quite generous: mutual divorce, normal standard of alimony regarding 30% of company assets that were acquired during the duration of the marriage, child support as well as she keeps the house with full custody of the kids with a 6 month grace period, I assume for her, before negotiations for visitation can be implemented provided none of the previous arrangements are violated AND…”, Aoi finally looked toward the man at the window.
“…she doesn’t go public”.
The assistant’s eyes darted toward the man.
Venus couldn’t stop herself from looking.
The man was quiet.
“S…Sir-“.
“Is that guaranteed?”
The man finally spoke up.
Venus’ eyes popped open suddenly.
“Well, that’s the gist of it, but it’s all written in the divorce agreement”.
“But is all that you say true? This isn’t some sort of sick bluff? I know of you, Ms. Tamahagane. I know how you got your title…and where your reputation stands”.
Venus and the assistant’s attention returned to the silent woman in the chair.
Aoi leaned back in her seat.
Lifting her feet to the desk crossing them along with her arms.
Aoi tilts her head over the back of the chair, finally facing the man.
Her confident smile sending shivers down the man’s spine.
“Then can you really afford to call it a bluff?”
The man just stared at Aoi. Silent in all his rage.
Venus’ eyes darting anxiously between the two of them before she finally spoke up.
“Uh, perhaps, Ms. Tamahagane, Mr. Yamata would like a chance to PROCESS this meeting and the condition presented to him?”
Aoi could feel Venus’ glare on the side of her face. Her eyes and smile still planted on the man, un-wavered.
The assistant attempted to fix herself.
“W-Would you like me to get you anything while yo-“.
“No, Ami. Your position at my company has been terminated, effective immediately”.
The assistant gasped suddenly, just frozen. Jaw nearly hitting the floor.
Venus’ eyes saucers.
“I want your office cleared by the afternoon”, he stated as he began to exit the office.
“B-But, sir! Mr. Yamata, I can explai-“.
“None of your tiresome excuses!!”, the man shouted toward the woman. “I will not have any form of treachery in my company and even the slightest doubt I may have cannot go unnoticed”, the man explained.
The woman was speechless.
“You have your instructions. I suggest you see to them”, he finished as he made his way out the door.
“Good day…Ms. Tamahagane”.
Finally regaining her composure, slightly, the woman chased after her boss in desperation.
“WAIT!! MR. YAMATA, I SWEAR IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!! MR. YAMATA!!!”
Venus just staring through the door in silence, her eyes widened as Aoi delightfully watches the carnage and confusion unfold outside her office before all heads turn toward her.
“…and yet another mess of yours for me to clean up”.
Venus sarcastically smiled before turning back toward Aoi.
“How do you somehow bring out the worst in everybody that walks into this room?”
“I make people cheat on their wives with babysitters?”
“That girl didn’t need to lose her job just because he boss was a scumbag”.
“It’s not like I told him to fire her. That was his decision based on the variables that stood”.
“Then you could’ve left her out of it!”, Venus’ voice rose enough to turn Aoi’s head.
“Do you actually feel sorry for someone?”, Aoi lightly jabbed the receptionist. “And her of all people?”
“Any decent person would! She lost her career, and for what?! So HE could settle for his ex’s divorce demands that had nothing to do with her?!”
“She lost her career because she was stupid. That has nothing to do with me”.
“YOU RUINED THAT GIRL’S ENTIRE FUTURE!!” Venus rose from her seat. Palms slammed against Aoi’s desk. “AFTER WHAT YOU DID, DO YOU THINK THAT MOMOTA’S GOING TO TAKE HER IN NOW?!”
“Don’t you think if he gave a real damn about her, he would’ve done so by now?!”
Venus just stood in silence at Aoi’s claim. Her glare intensified.
“What kind of person uses someone that they really care about as their cooperate sex puppet? Were you even listening?” Aoi’s Starr at the receptionist cold.
“He was never gonna give her a job with him and he’s probably been waiting for the chance to toss her in the trash. Once he hears about her getting fired, it’ll be the perfect time too….and it’s not like she’d be worth anything more than a piece of ass which someone like Momota can get from wherever”.
Venus lightly choked at Aoi’s commentary.
“It’s a cruel reality, but she brought it on herself”.
“So what?! You still think you have the right to tear her down like that when all she wanted was to be treated with the respect she deserves?!” Venus continued her rant. “You saw her degrees, her credentials, her accomplishments! That man was never going to give her that!”
“So you would do that too?”
Venus’ eyes widened.
“W…what’re you insinuating?”
Aoi just rose an eyebrow and smirked.
“W…well…of course I wouldn’t, but-“.
“But you still think it was justified that she did it?”
“Well…I…”.
“It’s not that you don’t have the balls to do better for yourself, Venus, you’re just not an idiot. I get what she was intending to do for herself, but her plan was destined to fail”, Aoi explained with her arms crossed. “Any rational person would’ve just used their impressive credentials to negotiate a better position or to seek better employment. However, she cowered behind just trying to please her boss and fleeting validation which was completely beneath her”.
Venus had nothing to say.
“You decide to be a tool, you’re going to get used”.
Venus scoffed fixing her glasses. Irritation evident on her face.
“I’ll keep that in mind when your client returns to give you the rest of your payment”.
With a turn of her heel, Venus exited the room, slamming the door behind her.
Leaving Aoi sitting in her chair, face never changing. Smirk still prominent.
“…hm, be my quest”, the woman chuckled as she pulled her flask from her desk drawer. “After today…”.
Reaching the end of the hall, Aoi twisted off the cap of her cheap brew before taking a dissatisfied sip.
“Sake”, she called toward her trusty feline as she leisurely closed her door with her foot.. “Momma’s home”.
With it being completely smashed to pieces from earlier, she didn’t even know why she bothered closing it.
It was practically useless now.
A sudden slam halted Aoi in her tracks. The bitter poison settled in her mouth.
Slowly turning back toward the entrance.
There was a door.
Like…a real door.
With wood.
And a lock.
And…a glass pane that read “GIN INVESTIGATIONS”.
With a light gulp, the sewage flavored liquid choking her as it descended down to her gut.
“What in the-“.
“Oh…there you are”, a gentle low voice floated through her ear as she instantly turned in light shock.
She lightly sighed once she saw Aizawa, finally remembering Mr. Wada mentioned she had a visitor.
“You sure took your time”, Aizawa commented on her tardiness as he wiped his hands on a small towel.
A delightfully affectionate Sake trilling as her thick black fur rubbed against the man’s ankle.
“It’s not safe to be walking around town so late...and with what you dealt with today, you should be laying low”.
And there it is.
“How did you find out?”, Aoi asked as she tossed her coat to the couch.
“Tsukauchi filled me in after your client tried to press charges for the ‘assault’”.
“Hm, is that what he called it?”, she replied as she took another sip, grimacing at its liquid garbage taste.
“Yeah…which reminds me”, Aizawa continued as he leaned against the archway toward her bedroom.
“Tsukauchi called just before you showed…mentioned something about a shop owner reporting an act of vandalism”.
“Hm”, Aoi responded as she begrudgingly placed the bottle alongside many other unfinished bottles on a high shelf.
“Said the culprit had some sort of ’shockwave’ quirk that shattered every bottle he had in stock…along with the door itself”.
A light chuckle floated from Aoi’s throat.
“You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Nah”, the woman smirked, “can’t say that I have, but I’m sure the asshole had it coming”.
An exhausted sigh escaped Aizawa’s throat as he scratched the back of his head.
“Wasn’t the whole point of you taking this job for you to keep a low profile?”
“If it was”, Aoi perched herself on her desk, pulling a flask from her drawer, “doing a great job so far”.
“Quite the understatement…”, the man chuckled lightly behind heavy concern, “…which makes it peculiar as to why you didn’t press charges”.
“How so?”
Aoi sighed heavily after a hefty swig.
“He came at you with a switchblade”.
A light smirk and a small shrug gave Aizawa a light twitch in his eyebrow.
“Before you get all ‘philosophical’ on me, remember I can turn my skin titanium on a whim”.
“That’s not the point”, Aizawa’s eye twitched lightly. “It’s the principle of the matter…I mean, it is illegal”.
“So is public intoxication”, the woman chuckled before sliding off her desk. “Oops”.
“Aoi-“, the man groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose.
“Did you fix my door?”
A split second later, his tired eyes were glued to the heteroachroma polished by a tipsy haze.
That familiar gingerly smirk shouldn’t have soothed him as much as it did.
Especially since he knew what it was.
His brows forwarded.
“Don’t try to change the subject”.
“Technically it’s all the same subject”, Aoi protested before she folded her arms. “One that you actually had no part of until…”.
Her eyes drifted to her door.
“…you need a door that works”.
“So you decided to do it yourself?”, the woman approached the teacher. “There are people that get paid to do stuff like this, y’know”.
“I figured you would’ve reacted negatively to a stranger showing up in your place after what happened”.
Aizawa stood upright. Greeted Aoi’s approach with stoic posture.
Hands firm in his pockets.
Asserting a certain dominance that he usually steered away. Seemingly to advert attention from himself.
“Hm…you don’t like the idea of strange men coming to my apartment, cleaning, fixing my door…watching over me like some sort of ninja bouncer?”
Aizawa just stared at her.
Silent.
Her hair parting just enough so he could barely see the pearl shimmering behind the depths of the most forbidden layers of blue.
“If you ask me…I don’t see much of a problem”.
Removing one of his hands from his pockets, lifting it toward her face.
Aizawa gingerly dusted her midnight blue locks away from the pearl.
Examining it thoroughly. Noticing the subtle strain she had just by looking at him.
“You haven’t been sleeping”.
“Well, neither are you”.
“Your late nights and the drinking…it’s making your sight worse”.
“And your midnight acrobatic circus routine is somehow the cure for dry eye?”
“Aoi”.
The woman sighed lightly. Letting her face drift against his hand.
“Sorry…it’s been a rough few weeks. The people in this building give me hives and the abundance of infidelity in this city…”, the woman exhaled heavily, “disturbing, it is”.
Aizawa lightly chuckled.
“To say the least”.
“That why I have a key”.
Aoi smiled. Genuinely.
“Better not lose it”.
Her gaze met his. His black stare emitting just a slight bit more color as they stood in silence.
Color she could only see for only she could see so deep.
“Get some rest”.
Aizawa gently took back his hand, letting her midnight locks drift back into place protecting the pearl.
“I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon”.
“You know, Yamada can take over for a day every now and again”.
“In English?”
“Yeah, I mean, heroics is one thing, but that A-game grammar?”
A hard chuckle stifled in Aizawa’s face.
“That’s what sells papers”.
The woman smirked. Pleased that he appreciated her joke.
A light meow drawing the man’s attention to their feet to see Sake seated on Aoi’s feet, staring wistfully at him.
“See? That’s vote number 2 for Team Grammar”, Aoi smiled toward him invitingly.
Aizawa knelt down toward Sake, granting her a few gentle pets much to her purring pleasure.
Resurfacing to Aoi was a gentle rub of her shoulder, sharing a light smile.
“Goodnight”.
With reluctant acceptance, Aoi just smiled in response before he made his way toward the door.
“No more cases until this whole thing is settled”.
“Right”.
“And no more late night walks”, Aizawa reaffirmed, halfway out the door. “You need to be more vigilant. This city has cabs, you know”.
“You drive a hard bargain, Eraserhead”, she sighed. “But I suppose there are worse fates than succumbing to toxic taxi driver fume poisoning”.
Aizawa shook his head with a smirk.
“See you tomorrow”.
The door was shut and locked.
Aoi watched as his shadow faded down the hall throw the thick glass.
Gently lifting her foot as to not startle Sake, Aoi drifted to her office window.
Her back leaned against the wall as she watched Aizawa call a taxi, making his way back to U.A.
As the car disappeared from sight, a light trill of her energetic feline caught her attention.
Her split heteroachroma gaze piercing into her master’s forcing a smile on her face.
“No sleep for you either, huh?”
Sake’s purrs so loud, Aoi could hear them as she pranced away toward her food.
Aoi left alone in her office paused briefly for a sigh before taking a seat at her desk.
Removing a file she had hidden under her laptop of a case she had opened during her previous one.
Marked “U.A. Traitor???”
Aoi glanced toward her bed briefly before returning her glare to the file.
There were people she longed to protect…one in particular she had been protecting since day one.
Sorry, Shota…but I’m gonna sleep a lot better once you’re safe…and I’ve come too far to stop now.
Removing a hidden bottle of bourbon from the lower drawer of her desk, after a heavy gulp and a lightly disgusted cough…
Funny how home feels when you’ve been somewhere else for so long.
It’s not Tokyo, but I guess Musutafu wasn’t much different.
Still just as impossible to find a job here unless you’re flying around, saving the day.
Somehow I can’t figure out which one I’d prefer.
At least when you’re not a hero, it would be a lot more hypocritical to judge me in this state…
Also, not like my presence would have eyes glued to the TV like Roofy or Bronze…
Why would they?
What’s a chick in grey with a fucked up eye when they can watch Date Rape and Doctor LeStrange with their flashy quirks and colors roaming the streets…
Yeah…definitely not worth it.
“Hey, Lady!”
Aoi abruptly turned her attention back to the impatient shopkeep in front of her.
The man’s scowl putting a sour taste in her mouth.
“You gonna pay for that or what?”
“Well, I was, but I’m thinking 1,300 yen for your cheap ass whiskey feels a bit more like a robbery than a transaction”, the woman sarcastically chastised the shopkeep.
“Don’t got the money? Don’t buy it...”, the cynical owner retorted.
“Hm”, Aoi scoffed as she tossed the money on the counter before grabbing her booze and heading toward the exit.
“...sidekick bitch”.
Halting just before she was able to push the door open.
Every fiber of her being itching with a boiling rage.
Knowing she could easily throw this guy’s head through the cigarette case behind him, taking a deep breath, she decided to be the bigger person.
Slamming the door behind her shattering every glass item in the store with a miniature seismic wave.
“What the...?!”, she heard the shopkeep shout as she collectively strolled off into the night.
This new place…it’ll be a while ’til I get back. Only real downside of not being UA’s pristine high horse anymore…shitty booze is a commitment now.
But at least now, Dadzawa can’t be on my ass about my “presence”.
Especially after the insanity of that abysmal meeting.
Hire a P.I. to spy on your cheating spouse and then come at her with a knife.
Apparently the part about metamorphic cells wasn’t disclosed in the beginning of our arrangement…but the potential for being arrested for manslaughter because you found out your wife’s cheating on you didn’t matter.
…But genius level intellect apparently also says to attack the person that has AllMight in their speed dial rather than the one who’s conveniently been leaving her ring on the nightstand next to her dignity or the scumbucket that’s plowing her in the bed he didn’t pay for with 2 years of data entry salary and a 0.2% raise.
Go figure…
Unfortunately one thing that dead end salary isn’t paying for is my door…or the floor receptionist’s desk…or her damn ficus...
Not even a month in and I’ve already pissed off the asshole plant lady.
How perceptive of her parents to name her Venus.
“Ms. Tamahagane, you’re back!”
“Hey, Mr. Wada”, Aoi lightly smiled with a wave toward the building doorman.
“I’m happy you appear to be in higher spirits than earlier”, he commented as he opened the door for her.
“Y’know I live for that optimism”, she responded with a light chuckle as she made her way inside with a friendly tip of his hat.
“Don’t you two have too much fun up there”, the old man giggled to himself stopping Aoi in her tracks.
“Two?”
“That nice young man seemed very eager to hear that you were okay after this morning. Worn out looking fellow, but you know me…never one to judge a book by its cover”, the man smiled at his joke.
Aoi briefly paused as a small smile crept upon her face.
“…Thanks, Mr. Wada”, she finally replied.
“Goodnight, Ms. Tamahagane”.
23rd floor.
These architects were way too ambitious.
Aoi stared at the neon building numbers. Her back against the steel plated walls.
Taking in this moment of silence to relax, Aoi shut her eyes in a brief meditative state to the whirring of the gears in the elevator and the defying of gravity adding pressure to her skull.
Like she was floating in space. At peace, finally.
“Hello?! Anybody home?!”
Aoi’s eyes shot open at the ear piercing screech only to be greeted by a familiar unfriendly scowl and obnoxious amount of cleavage.
“Do me a favor and try not to fall asleep in the elevator. It would be an embarrassment to the executives. This is a professional establishment, you know, and the last thing we need is our clients to believe we are deliberately allowing anything that could possibly make them feel…uncomfortable”.
“Do I make you uncomfortable, Venus?”, Aoi asked with false sympathy only to receive a light scoff from the woman.
“If my memory serves me correctly, which in this unfortunate case it does, your office is on this floor. So, if you wouldn’t mind SAFETY making your way to it, I’d like to go home now”.
“But of course”, Aoi playfully smirks as she makes her way past Venus allowing her to enter the elevator, “…better rest those golden tonsils or we won’t be able to have anymore of these delightful conversations”.
Venus’ glare piercing against Aoi’s temple as she walked by.
“Why you-!”
“Watch your ponytail…that door is finicky”, Aoi waved toward her as she made her way down the hall.
Realizing she was standing in the doorway of the elevator, Venus quickly stepped inside before they abruptly shut behind her.
Stamping her dainty heel on the metal floor in frustration with gritted teeth.
A light sigh released from the man’s lungs as he pressed “End Call”.
His back firm against the couch, his arms draped over the back.
“Why is it that I can’t find a moment of peace in my life?”, the man groaned in irritation. His eyebrow twitching at the tedious administrative affair he just had to endure.
A simple meeting about future activities of students that didn’t get their hero licenses quickly turned into an inescapable 6 hour Nezu special.
The delighted purring of the affection feline on his lap relaxed him only slight as he rested his head against the back of the couch.
Eyes shut in an attempt to clear his mind.
“Well, well”, a soft voice entered the room after a click of the front door, the feline’s ears standing at attention, “I think I can get used to not being a teacher”.
Aoi playfully smirked at the man as she hung her coat. A soft trill floated from the happy Sake as she stretched against the man’s lap, leaping from the couch toward her owner.
Aizawa, on the other hand, not experiencing the same level of enthusiasm. A nerve pulsating against his temple. “As my assistant, you are actually meant to be present for these”.
“Well”, her voice lowered in clear disappointment, “I had a previous engagement”.
Noticing an opened whiskey bottle in her hand as she made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass, Aizawa’s frustrations simmered.
“I noticed Silver wasn’t present either…I’m guessing you two were together”.
“Yeah…”, she admitted, “just needed a little liquid courage…y’know for the media circus that’s about to trample us down the street for the next few weeks”.
With a sigh, Aizawa ross from his seat.
The defeated Aoi leaned against the counter, her glass filled nearly to the brim.
“Hey…”, Aizawa gently stroked her arm before she could take a sip, “…what happened wasn’t you or Silver’s fault. Both of them have a lot to learn about themselves that neither of you will be able to show them through mere training. This is something they’ll have to work through if they want to excel”.
“Like I did…?”
Aoi’s somber eyes glossed over in shame.
“Not like he has a very good influence, honestly”, she chuckled as she smirked toward her drink, lifting it to her lips. “I still don’t even know if it was a good idea for me to train him”.
“You’re the only one that can really appeal to him in a way that even Endeavor can’t. Your knowledge of mineral properties and cellular development can help him strengthen the control over his quirk and-“.
“That’s not what I meant, Mr. Rational”, the woman rolled her eyes at the man.
Aizawa sighed. Her glass now empty.
“…I’m not you…or Silver or Nemuri”, she softly vented. “I…I’m just a fuckin’ mess and…let’s face it, the Todoroki’s are a mess…Shoto’s probably the biggest mess…what am I supposed to do to help him through all of that? It’s not like I even got my hero license”.
“That doesn’t make you any less of a hero than either of them”, the man lightly shrugged.
Aoi was silent.
“You think Silver’s only here to teach Bakugo how to blow up bad guys? That’s not why he failed”, Aizawa explained. “You understand him more than any of his friend…what makes you the most rational source of encouragement is the fact that you have that in common with him”.
Aoi’s eyes shifted toward the purring Sake rubbing against her ankle.
“…I don’t want him to be like me”, Aoi softly whispered.
“Why not?”
She looked toward him in confusion.
“You have incredible drive to saving lives which is the fundamental basis of every hero. Albeit reckless on occasion, but with a quirk like yours, you are able to take risks that most heroes are not able due to physical vulnerability…not unlike Todoroki. The only thing you have that he doesn’t…you never have a concrete depiction of your limits…because you constantly push and exceed them which is something he needs to learn. Your abilities exceed some pros...in heroics and in heart…”, the man stepped closer.
“He’s lucky to have you as a mentor”.
A harmonic trill from the loving Sake brought a light smile to the woman’s face as she returned her gaze to the man.
“And they say flattery gets you nowhere”, Aoi lightly joked receiving a small chuckle from the man.
“You seem to like it”.
“Yeah, well…coming from you, it’s quite the achievement”.
Glancing toward the mostly full bottle in her fist, Aizawa lightly gestured toward it.
“What’re you gonna do with that?”
A light sigh slid from Aoi’s throat, “well, it would be a shame to let it go to waste…”, she replied before lifting it toward him.
“…want some?”
Hours later…
A light vibration startled a sleeping Sake awake, stretching her limbs before making her way to Shota’s phone.
A text from Midnight prominent on the screen.
“Aizawa…I know you’re probably busy, but please let me know if you’ve heard from Aoi. She and Silver weren’t present for tonight’s meeting and I’m worried they could be taking the licensing exam a little too hard. If you’re able to talk to her, I’d really appreciate it…if she’ll listen to anyone, it would be you”.
A light nudge with her paw, the device plummeted to the carpet by the now empty whiskey before the fluffy feline made her way to the bedroom.
Leaping on the bed to settle on the side of the unconscious hero cuddling her owner as she used his chest as a pillow.
His subtle heartbeat promising her pleasant dreams.
With a sharp gasp, Aoi was startled awake by a loud crash of thunder.
However, it was barely raining so she was confused.
Laying up in bed, Aoi looked toward the window to see the little droplets cascade down the glass. Catching her breath.
She jumped once again to a loud banging upon her front door.
“Shit”, she exclaimed to herself in a breath as she got out of bed.
So, THAT’S what it was.
Pulling a large t-shirt over her head, covering her mostly naked body, she made her way to the door. Peering through the peephole.
In the darkness and the rain, she could barely make out who was there.
Fear overcame her mind. Could it be one of them? How could they possibly have found her?
She began to tiptoe toward the kitchen to retrieve her cellular. She figured it would be best to try calling the police rather than draw any unnecessary attention to herself.
“Aoi...”.
A low and familiar voice, filled with fatigue and exhaustion passed from behind her door. The woman halted in her tracks before quickly turning around.
The woman quickly opened the door, the lock stopping it.
“Oh, my G-“, she gasped before quickly shutting and unlocking the door, swinging it open.
“Shota! What’re you-“.
“I’m sorry, I-“
“Oh, save it!”
Aoi frantically pulled the man in before he could ever get a word out.
“Are you crazy?!”
Quickly shutting and locking her door, Aoi made her way to the drenched young man, frantically moving his hair from his face and feeling the temperature of his soaked flesh.
He was freezing, but he felt warm.
“What in the hell were you doing out there in this weather? You could’ve caught something!”
“I didn’t have enough money for an umbrella...”, Aizawa explained as he was being examined.
“Goodness...”, the woman shook her head in disapproval, her touch a lot more gentle and less panicked.
Feeling his neck and upper chest. Her delicate fingers lightly gliding over his flesh and toned pectorals.
If anything, it soothed him...warming his frozen body. His nerves tingling against her fingertips. Stimulating his lower region, the more they fluttered.
“Anyway”, Aizawa cleared his throat as he quickly took hold of her hands, “I was only hoping that I could use your phone to call a taxi”.
Looking in every direction, but her beautiful concerned gaze.
“Mine, um...got wet”.
“Wh-what?! No!”, Aoi’s voice cracked as she shook her head. “No! You’re not going back out there! Are you trying to catch something?”
Pulling from his grasp, she scoffed at his idea before storming toward a separate room. “Of all the half-baked macho man bullshit I’ve ever heard, I swear”.
“Aoi, this is completely irrational-“, Aizawa tried to reason with her while she rambled in irritation to herself, but was immediately distracted by the view of her porcelain thighs and navy lace wrapped lower ass cheeks, that her shirt didn’t quite cover, bouncing as she raged through the house.
“It’s like they don’t think ever! Become a pro hero and all logic somehow goes out the door. Unbelievable”, she continued to mutter as she slammed a laundry basket at his feet before storming off once again, still muttering angrily.
Not giving the man the possibility at a chance to stop her, ultimately catching another view of her jiggling rear end.
The dark lace complimenting her flawless skin and their hard strut pushing the fabric deeper into the tight crack, spreading her cheeks just ever so slightly.
Aizawa found himself lightly suck his lower lip as he desperately tried to look away.
Realizing he has actually been holding his breath, once she was out of view, Aizawa exhaled deeply trying to find something to occupy himself with to lower his rising heat.
But suddenly startled by the found of her bare feet slapping against the hard wood floors.
“Pfft, what? Sick? Me? Nah, man, I’ve got a sleeping bag”, she sarcastically mocked, forcing a small smirk and a light chuckle from the man before he had a towel and a bundle of clothes being thrown into the basket.
Examining it, he looked up at the frustrated woman. Eyebrow raised in confusion.
“W-what’s this?”
“They’re dry clothes”, she retorted with light sass, arms crossed before yanking her arm from its holster pointing to toward the opposite end of the house. “Bathroom’s down the hall to the right. Put your wet clothes in here”, she instructed lifting the basket into his chest.
“I’ll have food cooked and the couch ready by the time you’re done”.
Aizawa just stared at her in silence and blinked.
“You’re staying here tonight. Wherever you’re trying to run off to will be there in the morning”, she rolled her eyes in annoyance. “For now, would it kill you to just chill?”
Aizawa didn’t have anything to say. Everything happened so fast, he wasn’t sure whether to thank her or oppose or what.
With a shake of her head, Aoi just smirked.
“Don’t bust an artery trying to think of something to say. You’re not getting out of this, so get over it”, she lightly smiled, sending a small rosy flame to Aizawa’s cheeks.
“Well...thanks”, the man finally spoke, rubbing the back of his neck in light embarrassment, “I appreciate it”.
“Yeah, don’t mention it”, she replied over her shoulder as she waved him off, “get going. You smell like a gutter”.
With a light smile, Aizawa watched her retreat to another room with a light sigh. Her body gleaming in the moonlight.
Seemingly alone now, he finally took his leave to the bathroom.
Aoi holding onto her flushed bosom for dear life just out of view.
“Fuck...”.
The rain crashing against the glass.
Or the water from the shower landing against the linoleum.
Aizawa wasn’t sure which one he was hearing...it didn’t matter.
His thoughts were much louder.
His forearm against the shower wall as the water fell over his thick black hair.
Dripping down his lean muscular build.
He stood in silence. Staring at his feet.
Trying to force himself to see the truth of what this really was.
They were rivals. Had been since childhood. She hated him for the longest time.
What real reason would she have to accept him now?
And yet, here he was.
Using her shower...after he stupidly forgot to check the weather before falling asleep.
So much worry in her eyes.
She actually seemed panicked for a moment.
Afraid that he had possibly gotten sick.
Her fingers coursing all over his neck and chest...feeling for any sign that he may have caught anything.
They were so gentle and soft. It tickled his nerve endings. Tied his stomach in knots.
Filled his entire body with static.
Such pleasant jolts of electricity through her dainty fingertips...attached to such delicate hands.
How could someone so strong be so graceful with their touch? It wasn’t rational. It drove him insane.
How could a body made of titanium glisten like a pearl?
Aizawa remembers how she nearly crushed him during the Sports Festival with a mere heel to the pavement.
Destroyed the entire platform...
How could they look so soft? As if they don’t have the potential to put craters in the Earth.
Yet...they resembled fresh marshmallow clouds. Plush and smooth...
He wondered what they would feel like in his hands...how warm they’d feel against his stubbled cheeks as he tasted the most forbidden fruit that hid behind them...
Was it just as smooth as the rest of her? Silk textured...
The thought made his mouth water like a starved man in a desert.
What would she sound like?
Her voice was like velvet...low and sensual. Every word she spoke slipped from her lips like rose petals drifting through a shallow breeze.
What would ecstasy sound like from those deliciously luscious lips?
Was it submissive? Was it a sinful animalistic longing? Would she submit to punishment
as he marked her perfect porcelain ass with his teeth? Or would she ravage him like a lioness would her helpless prey and suck him dry?
These thoughts were so much more than Aizawa could handle as he felt tension build in his lower region.
The pain of its unsatisfied throbbing overwhelming him as he took a deep breath in.
Suddenly choking as the shower water soared through his nostrils.
“Dammit...”, the man cursed himself behind his coughing.
“Shota?”
A concern knock on the door startled the man.
“Are you okay?”, Aoi called to him from behind the door.
“Yeah!”, he called back, trying to sound like he didn’t almost just drown. “I’m fine”.
“Are you sure? Do you need me to come in?”
“No!”, Aizawa shouted loudly, lightly startling the woman. It was bad enough seeing her in that state nearly had him on his knees, but her seeing him like this was the last thing he needed. “I-I mean, I’m alright. I won’t be much longer”.
“O-okay”, Aoi reluctantly consented, “the food should be ready soon”.
“Okay”, he finally began to calm down. “Thanks”.
Pulling away from the door, Aoi made her way back to the kitchen.
She actually lied.
Dinner was far from ready.
In fact, she hasn’t even started.
She had been staring at this pot of water for the past 20 minutes just imagining Aizawa in his damp clothes. His shirt mated against his toned pectorals.
His defined collarbone...the thickness of his neck.
That gorgeous jawline with that strangle attractive unkempt stubble, that thick inky black hair.
God! She swore she could die right now with how hard her chest was beating.
She had never known how strong he was. She forced herself not to pay much attention to him in school.
Her pride forced her to keep up the appearance that she hated him.
After a while of not seeing him once they graduated, it became easier...until she saw him on the news.
The Underground Erasure Hero: Eraserhead.
Watching him in action...fighting real villains, saving lives.
She felt such pleasurable guilt not just seeing this as an act of heroics rather than something to get her off when she was alone.
How much she wanted him to tie her up in his cloth...rip into her clothes and watch her unfold beneath him.
Their bodies melting against one another...
Aoi pinched her thighs together hoping to relieve herself of some of the tension...
Gripping at the front her panties through her shirt...her fingers lightly grazing over her lace covered folds as she imagined Shota crawling on top of her.
Guiding her through this lustful current until she drifted over the edge.
A unexpected whimper escaping her throat, echoing through the house, before she clasped her hands over her mouth.
Peering toward the door, she silently pleaded to whoever that Shota didn’t hear that.
The shower was still on.
He was probably finishing up and didn’t even notice.
Yeah...that’s it...
Clearing her throat, she finally settled her attention on preparing dinner.
The man in the shower’s back against the wall...body coated in sweat as he replayed her voice in his head again...and again.
Steam poured from the bathroom.
Aizawa’s thick black locks slightly cured from being washed.
His body feeling refreshed.
Although, he wasn’t fully comfortable with the fact he was forced to go commando in Aoi’s house...especially in these loose grey sweatpants.
The right tank top was already a bit much.
He peered toward the kitchen, confused for he did not see anyone.
However, he saw a random pot clearly through into the sink and noticed the kitchen floor seemed recently cleaned.
“So!”
The man was lightly startled, however he wasn’t sure by what more.
The sudden echoed address or the two marshmallowy breasts now very prominently in his face.
No longer hidden under the large t-shirt from before, but now a skin tight, black lace cami that even looked at least 2 sizes too small.
It squeezed against her pale breasts, her cleavage like a deep heavenly abyss.
Like he could lose an arm in there.
He wanted to kick himself for how little he appreciated the t-shirt. Despite its lack of coverage toward her lower region, it kept other stimuli from filling his brain.
It was so large on her that he couldn’t make out her true form. He never really noticed in school...her clean hourglass like curves as well as the toned muscle that defined them.
Her cami displaying most of her lower abdomen, her lace panties so perfectly cradling her symmetrically peach shaped hips.
Her lean stomach, solid like a marble slate.
This woman was like a clay goddess.
“You finally finished, huh? Took you long enough”, she smirked toward the man. Struggling with all her might to not stare at the very clear extremity bumping against the front of his sweatpants.
“W-What happened to your shirt?”, the man asked clearing his throat.
“Um...”, Aoi started to explain, “dinner kind of took a...turn SO I ordered pizza and fished out the booze”.
She lifted a full bottle of whiskey to his view with a sly smile.
Eyeballing the bottle with a raised brow, Aizawa returned his gaze to the woman.
“Want some?”
Light giggles filled the room.
Aoi’s smile was contagious for Aizawa couldn’t help, but do the same.
“God, I forgot all about that”, she giggled facepalming herself.
“Surprising considering how adamant you were about grinding me into the dirt”, Aizawa commented taking another sip from his glass.
“You were such a jackass though”, Aoi teased the man, perching herself next to him. Her head resting on her arms.
“Yeah, you told me a lot”, he replied leaning back against the couch, Aoi giggling with an adorable toothy grin.
“Still, you were amazing”, he complimented the woman.
“I got disqualified for trying to crush your skull with my foot”, Aoi smirked at him with a raised brow. “...although, you had it coming”.
Aizawa chuckled to himself, taking another sip.
“Still...you were the highlight of that fight”.
“The crowd was terrified, Shota”.
“They were in awe”, the man retorted abruptly. “At the amount of power they witnessed. I was as well”, he confessed, meeting her gaze.
“I never looked at it that way”, Aoi’s eyes drifted to her lap.
Aizawa was silent.
“I mean, part of the reason I wanted to bash your head in so much during that fight was because I hated the fact that...I enjoyed watching you”, she softly confessed, returning her gaze to his tired stare.
“My aggression isn’t all that made that a good fight”, Aoi lightly shook her head. “That annoying...”.
Aizawa took another sip of his drink with a smirk.
“...albeit incredibly useful quirk of yours...”
He turned a curious gaze to the woman as she lifted her head, scooting just a bit closer to him on her knees.
“...isn’t what stole the show. It was those sexy ballerina legs of yours...”, Aizawa silently choked on his drink.
“...that overly rational brain of yours...”, giving a light poke to his temple.
“...and the dedication to being a good hero...”, placing a gentle hand over his thumping heart, “...that comes from here”.
Aizawa’s stomach was in knots.
He stared down toward the woman beside him. Their bodies now so close, her breasts now pressed against his arm.
They were just as soft as he imagined.
The sensation sending waves of static through his arms igniting a flame inside of him.
With a light sigh, he desperately tried not to focus on it, taking another sip of his drink.
“Dedication and strength doesn’t get you everywhere”, Aizawa added, lightly refuting her compliment.
“Well, of course it doesn’t”, she replied, resting her head against her hand. Leaned against the couch.
“But it shows where you’re heart lies when you use it for the right reasons”.
“True...but then lack of fans from the public and the media have required some...subtle sacrifices”, the man confessed. “Life isn’t simple when you’re an independent”.
“You don’t need to be AllMight to be a good hero, Shota”, Aoi softly replies with a sweet smile. “People are slow with low attention spans, but one of these days they’re going to notice that they’ve been sleeping easier these past few weeks and then one day, someone’s going to see a man in all black with canary yellow goggles and Matrix hair swinging from the rooftops to save them. And one of them may have a camera”, she explains with such fervor and glee.
Aizawa just stares in awe at the scenario she just conjured.
“And then...those ‘subtle sacrifices’...like a decent place to stay...”, Aizawa’s eyes widened suddenly. “Or not having an umbrella...as you called it...”.
She lightly smirked at the man’s light embarrassment from being caught in his lie.
“...they’ll see that you don’t have to have a flashy quirk or a booming agency to be someone’s hero”.
Aizawa didn’t have much of anything to say. He was shocked...stunned...how could this Amazon hold someone like him in such high regard?
“How did you know...”, Aizawa’s voice was low...light with shame, his hair draping over his face, “...a-about...”.
His thick black hair like a curtain hiding his inner turmoil.
Only to be gently pulled back by those beautifully delicate fingers...a pair of pearly eyes peering into his blackened soul like a beam of light from the heavens.
“My eyes may not look like much, but...they at least let me see you”.
Their eyes locked indefinitely. Their proximity was so close that it was all that was in their view. They didn’t need anything else.
In the darkness of the night, the subtle tapping of the rain on the window, it was silent...it was bright.
Time was irrelevant. All that existed was the space between them.
The heat radiating from their bodies anchoring them closer. Their lips just ghosted over one another. The depth of their exhales has them twitching in anticipation.
Trailing his fingers against her bare thigh, Aoi’s breath hinged the closer he got to the lace lining of her panties.
Her body jumped in slight anxiousness pushing her more against Aizawa’s chest, her hand now resting against his bicep.
With a light tickle against her cheek, Aoi’s briefly shuttered upon noticing Aizawa’s fingers against the large portion of her hair that coated most of the left side of her face.
“...w-what’re you doing?”, her whisper shaky as she tried to look away.
“I want to see both of your eyes”.
Aoi’s heart dropped as she tried to remove her view from his eyes.
“Shota, please...”.
“It’s okay...”, he tried to reassure her as he continued to gentle pull her hair behind her ear.
“Shota...”, Aoi stuttered turning her head away from him.
“You don’t have to be afraid”, he continued to reassure her, holding her into place. “It’s just me...”.
Her shaking worsened the more the world became visible on her left side until she shoved herself from his grasp, with a sharp “NO!”, plummeting for the floor.
“Aoi!”, the concerned man shouted as he attempted to help her up.
“I’m fine”, she stammered denying his help and attempting to flee to her room. “I-I’m j-just tired, I...I think I should just lay down for a while”, she insisted as she grabbed onto her door handle.
“WAIT!”
The worry in the man’s tone stopped the panicked woman in her tracks.
“Please, I...I’m sorry”, Aizawa softly spoke as he stood on the opposite side of the room. “I should’ve stopped when you said, I just...”.
“It’s alright”, she reassured him with a sigh. “I just...need to be alone...”, she tried to run once again.
Her door handle clicking.
“I know about your eye...”.
Aizawa could hear her heart hit the floor.
“...what’re you talking about?”, she tried to say defensively, although behind her sobs, he wasn’t buying it.
“The one that you hide from everyone”.
He slowly began to approach her.
“A side effect of your quirk...your left eye activates it, but it’s damaged your retina to where it can’t be exposed to light due to over...unless you use your quirk to correct it”, Aizawa explained, his voice softening while he continued to get closer.
“Which unfortunately removes the color from your iris”.
Aoi stood in silence.
“You’ve hidden it this whole time and to this day, no one has seen...because you’ve been afraid of how people would see you”, Aizawa’s firm tone softened. “Even me...”.
“...how do you know about that?”, Aoi gritted her teeth in frustration, her fist clenched against the door.
“My eyes may not be much...well, anymore...”, the man responds, torso against the sobbing woman’s back.
His arms gently wrapped around her waist.
Her breath hinged at his gentle embrace.
His face buried into her neck.
“...but they let me see you”.
Aoi still faced the door.
Her skin flushed as Aizawa partly chapped lips gently grazed her tender flesh.
Guiding her hair with his finger to clear his path.
Aoi’s breath hinged.
His warm breath ghosting over her flesh, his strong hands gripping her waist.
Her rear end pressed against his sturdy erection covered by the thick grey cotton of his sweatpants.
Pushing in between the thin lacy fabric.
Gently kisses laced her neck under her jaw, forcing her to tilt her head to the side.
Soft sighs of pleasure fell over her lips.
“Are you afraid of me...?”, Aizawa whispered against her skin.
The light vibrations tickling the microscopic hairs on her neck.
“No”, she whispered back as she began to pinch her thighs together.
Aizawa placing his palm against her bare stomach keeping her steady. His fingers gripping against her tight abdomen.
“Then why do insist on hiding?”
With hesitance in her voice, Aoi confessed.
“...like you said...not everyone is as favorable as AllMight...or Nemuri”, she sighed. “...beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but...the beholder’s eyes usually only go so far...and even sight is rigged”.
“...even mine?”, the man whispered against her ear.
Aoi finally beginning to turn her head, a hesitant attempt to meet his gaze.
“...not yet”, she softly replied. “...but I’d like to keep it that way...because even if I’m not beautiful...I can still pretend to be...”.
Barely a second passed and Aoi’s back was planted against her door.
A sharp exhale escaping her lungs.
Her arms in the grasp of the man now standing before her.
Her chin now rested in between his knuckles as he lifted her face into the moonlight.
The baby blue grey meeting him finally.
“My eyes may be dry...and red...and being awake at most times of the day is more of a burden on them than anything...”, Aizawa firmly spoke, “...but in my line of work, they can’t afford to be rigged. My ability to see may determine whether we win or lose...live or die...so I have to be able to see everything more clearly than anyone else...even you”.
Aoi just stared at him in silence, her eyes twitching fighting potential tears.
“And all I see...is nothing less than the vision of a goddess”.
Aoi’s eyes widened as a small gasp entered her body.
“Shota...”.
“You’re strong...willed and physicality. You’re capable of crushing steel with your bare hands and you’re far too stubborn to fall in a fight merely because of pain...which in some cases is less rational than just taking the loss, but you don’t back down and you never give up which are two qualities of a great hero...and you use that to push through any obstacle in your path and because of this, most find you intimidating and unnerving”, he continued to explain.
“Your heroics is not expressed through the amount of skin you show or overly eccentric pyrotechnics...it’s just from the power that festers within...that you push each and every day for everyone that looks to you to save them...you find your limits and you go beyond them...Plus Ultra style...and getting a chance to watch this first hand, I say without a doubt, was the truly display of uncompressed, uncompromising beauty... “...and now getting the chance to see this vessel of that raw perfection in front me...”.
A hand now caressing her cheek, the ruff of hair covering her eye ticking his knuckles.
“Getting the chance to feel it against me...tell her that I...”, Aizawa paused suddenly. “...that I will always think she is the most beautiful...in every way...makes me want to see more...”, the light flush in his cheeks made it nearly impossible for Aoi to resist.
He was sincere...and she trusted him with everything she had.
“Then, what’re your waiting for?”, she whispered, her words ghosting over her longing lips.
As Aizawa gently pulled the small tuft of hair from her face, he felt his heart nearly leap from his chest at what appeared to be a literal pearl centered in this woman’s eye.
A glossy, shimmering white, blue waves dancing against it as the moonlight penetrated its surface.
A closer look and he could see the ripples in her iris, her quirk at work manipulating the cells.
To constantly use her quirk to keep her vision...the strain this must’ve put on her in the beginning, Aizawa was left in awe that this was just second nature now.
The strength was unmatched...his fingers lightly caressing her cheek as he refocused to the rest of her face.
“I see you”.
The woman whispered sweetly.
Aizawa could no longer contain himself as his lips desperately crashed against hers. Inhaling her scent as he embraced her luscious snow white lips.
Slowly becoming swollen and red.
His fingers trailing down her neck onto her flushed breasts, still wrapped tightly in her cami.
Aoi still planted firmly against the door as his body overtook hers, every inch of flesh being caressed and embraced by his touch.
A sudden gasp escaped Aoi’s throat as Aizawa lifted her from her feet.
Her thighs pressed tightly on either side of his body as he held her weight via a strong grip on her rear end and an arm wrapped around her back.
Her hands tightly against his toned shoulders and back.
Releasing soft moans and grunts within each other’s mouth as Aizawa’s covered erection ground itself against Aoi’s damp panties.
The warmth of her wetness making its way front the fabric of the sweatpants onto Aizawa’s tip.
It begged for entry past the drenched walls of fabric.
Aoi clenching in anxiousness at the pressure against her folds. His tip occasionally grazing or pushing against her clit.
Her light chirps of pleasure, his impatience growing with every stroke.
Finally giving into his desires, Aizawa pushes Aoi’s bedroom door open, hurriedly making his way to her bed.
Gently laying her body down, fighting with himself to not break away, he consents pulling his body from hers.
Basking in the view before him.
The navy blue sheets perfectly meshing with the her lace panties...her hair...the deep blue atmosphere from the rain...wrapped around the shimmering statuesque definition of human perfection.
Begging for him in such sinful bliss.
The flushed rose printing over that snow coated flesh ravaged his heart.
The swaying of her body against the sheets.
The pinching of her marshmallow thighs in her impatient and futile effort for a release, the slow pull of her swollen bottom lip with her teeth.
The innocent grey and the angelic pearl...such a clear and harmoniously affectionate gaze.
Nothing needed to be said...
Aizawa’s body seemed heavy...he nearly abandoned his footing, but pushed himself to approach.
Crawling toward the woman before him, separating her thighs to make room for himself.
He wanted to see how she looked in her purest and most sinful form.
As he made his way further and further up, his fingers slide under her cami pushing it up her abdomen.
Her newly exposed skin sending chills through her body.
Until her voluptuous marshmallow breasts spill out nearly hitting him in his face.
His stubble grazing against them.
A soft moan mixed in with a giggle as they tickled her tender flesh as he continues to lift the cami over her head.
Her arms sliding from the loops as she rested them over her head.
Aizawa was taken aback.
He could clearly witness their size before, but the cami did not do them justice.
So plump and soft...smooth to the touch.
Aoi bit her lip as his large hands took hold of them. Squeezing them...his light calluses massaging the thick muscles.
Returning her gaze, Aizawa felt a light twitch against the front of his sweatpants at the begging look in Aoi’s heavenly stare.
This waiting was torturous for her, but as his primal instincts kicked in, his intentions grew delightfully sinister.
Rising from his position, standing upon his knees, Aizawa’s eyes bore down to the pleading woman below.
He wanted to see how much he could make this goddess submit to the strength she praised so dearly earlier.
He knew she was doomed to this when he heard her lips smack against edge other and he removed the tank top revealing his surprisingly muscular and defined build.
Nervousness filled Aoi’s entire being at the perfect specimen above her, but - goddammit - she wanted him so badly.
She couldn’t help, but to squeeze him with her thighs as she lifted herself to him. Her breasts not pressed firmly against his stomach.
Her dainty fingers trailing over his torso. Delicate kisses against his stomach.
Aizawa tilted his head back taking in a deep breath of ecstasy before he looked back toward the woman as she began to loosen the string to his sweatpants.
With a light shove, the woman plummeted back to the bed. Her breasts bouncing upon impact.
Aoi whined in frustration.
“Not yet...”, a low growl slid from the man’s throat, as he looped a couple of his fingers around the lace wrapping her thighs.
“You’ll have to earn it”.
Aizawa felt her breathing halt before he leaned back down, lightly nipping at her flesh as he made his way back to her lips.
Small chirps floating from her throat at ever bite.
“Shota...”, she whimpered.
“Shh...relax”, he whispered against her lips. “...we’ve got all night”.
Giving her a gentle kiss, Aizawa began to make his way down to her thighs.
On his way, squishing her breasts together, relishing in their marshmallowy texture.
He wondered what they tasted like...if they were as sweet as marshmallows as well.
Aoi’s squirming in delight as Aizawa took her tender nipple into his mouth.
Sucking on the sensitive bud as he proceeded to sharply pinch the other.
The subtle pain pleasing her senses as she impatiently ground her lower body against Aizawa’s erection.
“S-Shota...ahh..!”
Switching to the other side, Aizawa’s tongue lightly rolls over the swollen bud, soothing the pain from before.
Her moans settled, but she continued to work her hips.
As he continued to make his way down to her thighs, he rose back to his knees.
Caressing them slowly as he kept the woman’s pleading gaze.
Clearly enjoying the light massage she was receiving as well as the few gropes here and there.
“You are so beautiful laying there like that...”, the man sighed as he leaned forward, kissing her stomach.
Taking his grip against the sides of her lace panties.
Kissing further and further down her lower abdomen.
Aoi’s breathing grew heavier, as his kisses ghosted just above her panty line.
As he slowly pulled them down, his lips lowered further and further toward her folds.
Pulling away completely to slip her panties down her delicate legs, tossing them to behind him to be found later.
“Shit...”, Aizawa whispered at the masterpiece before him.
He wanted to tease her...wanted her to submit to him, but as he gazed at the woman’s body in awe he didn’t think he could wait much longer.
He wanted to make her feel beautiful...he wanted to feel every inch of her...
Crawling toward her once again, Aizawa, leaned on his arm, wraps it underneath her.
Gently caressing her body, their lips ghosting over one another’s as he hovers over her.
Aoi wanted him more than anything...wanted to feel him...
An abrupt gasp left Aoi’s throat as she felt a sudden intrusion of two of Aizawa’s fingers into her already wet vagina.
“Don’t move”, he demanded as he noticed she was about to squirm, “or I’ll make you wait longer”.
Slowly working his digits in and out of her drenched center, Aoi softly pants against his lips.
Her eyes glossing over as the pro hero grinds his fingertips against her inner walls.
“S-Shota...I-I-“.
“Don’t shut your eyes”, he demanded once more, “I want you to look at me”.
Aoi’s cheeks a deeper shade of pink as his fingers began to pick up speed.
“I want to see how much you can take before I finish you”.
Their gaze locked with one another’s. Aoi’s whimpers sending a blood rush to Aizawa’s lower region.
Several pitches higher than her usual sensual tone.
So angelic and vibrant...it drove him mad. He was obsessed.
He wanted to hear more...and more...
Pumping his fingers into the woman’s dripping heat, her cries intensifying his desires.
She clutching onto his arm for dear life.
His focus on her eyes and her voice sent him into a mental heavenly abyss.
Before a pleasantly strong tingling sensation warped his whole body.
His breath hinged slightly.
“Shit...”, the man whispered as Aoi’s delicate fingers firmly wrapped around Aizawa’s throbbing cock within his now loosened sweatpants.
Silently screaming in her mind her surprise at his size as she stroked his aching shaft.
“I thought I told you not to move”, Aizawa grunted, her fingers sparking every nerve with such high intensity.
Nearly distracting himself from his current task.
“Are you trying to say you don’t like it?”, Aoi slyly grinned, lightly biting her lip.
With a small chuckle, Aizawa pressed his lips against hers once more.
Absorbing her soft moans as he dug further into her, tight coils forming in her stomach.
His breathing heavy as her grip against him tightened. Her strokes quickening.
A damp squelch coming from Aoi’s tightening pussy as Aizawa inserted a third finger, pushing them as far inside her as he could.
“Ahh...! Fu-hah..! Hmm...”. Aoi bit her lip trying to quiet herself.
It was nearly impossible for Aoi not to squirm. Her body trembled violently, yet she was soothed by Aizawa’s warm embrace.
Her eyes shut against her better judgment.
“Look at me”, Aizawa whispered to her. “Don’t stop...”.
Aoi’s eyes fluttered open once again, greeted by those gorgeous tired eyes. Reaffirming her grip against him, her stroking quickened as he began to more fiercely jerk her insides.
Her sweet juice secreting all over the sheets.
His slick precum slipping under her hand. The slickness allowing her to quicken her strokes. Her grip firm, intoxicating the man in his need for the ultimate release.
Their moans and grunts intertwining with their dancing tongues, losing themselves further and further into bliss as they continued to push each other toward the edge.
Every fiber in Aoi’s body screaming at her as she fought not to squirm and fall to the coil in her gut, every electrode in Aizawa’s being breaking his sanity as he fought not to give in to release.
He couldn’t take it any longer.
“That’s it”, the man grunted as he yanked his fingers from the woman, not giving her a single moment to catch her breath.
Making quick work of his sweatpants, finally fully revealing himself to her, Aoi’s frustration shooting her forward to grab hold of the man pulling him between her legs.
Aizawa’s firm chest pressed against her flushed breasts, his throbbing shaft ferociously grinding against her clit as he ravaged her body in kisses and light nips.
Squeezing her thighs as they trembled with pleasure, her fingers running ramped through his thick wavy hair.
“Tell me how much you want it”, his dark gravely voice itching Aoi’s ears.
“I want it...”, Aoi panted softly, “...please!”
“Louder”.
“I want it!”, Aoi whined as she gripped against his inky mane, “Please...don’t make me wait anymore”.
“Louder!”, he demanded with a sharp slap against her bare ass.
“For the love of GOD, fuck me! You gorgeous son of a-“.
“That’s better”, Shota cut off the woman’s cries as he shoved his longing cock inside her dripping pussy until their flesh snapped together.
A sharp melodic whale floated from the woman’s throat followed by a low groaned from Aizawa.
“Fuck...”, he panted as his flexible hips curled against her. Completely filling her with his impressive size.
“...it’s so tight...”, he grunted, “...and soft”.
His excitement driving him to rock faster, his muscles burning as he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
“Ahh-hah! Y-Yes...Shota, baby...”, Aoi’s moans carrying throughout the room. “Don’t stop...don’t...ahh!”
Aizawa taking her lips once more, his hands coursing every inch of her body as he picked up speed. Their thighs snapping against one another.
The whirlwind of her high overwhelming Aoi’s senses as she found herself clawing the flesh upon Aizawa shoulders and back.
His grunts toward the pain confusing his conscious as he endured every ounce with such sinful pleasure.
This moment of sheer ecstasy overtaking Aizawa’s body. He did not want this to cease so soon, no matter how close they were.
Lifting himself back to his knees, keeping their bodies intact, he hoisted Aoi onto his thighs.
Their sweat coated chests plastered against each other’s.
No ones were needed as Aoi immediately began to rock her hips against the man’s lap.
Her eyes bore into his as she hung onto him for dear life. His arms wrapped around her back and groping her butt keeping her steady as she rode him.
Her clit rubbing against his lower abdomen.
Aizawa planted a firm spank to her rear. Her movements so graceful and free.
Her breath heavy as she refused to slow herself down. They were so close. She could feel it.
“Ngh, Aoi...fuuuck”, Aizawa groaned, gripping onto her tighter.
Gyrating her hips, slamming her down onto himself harder as he matched her rhyme.
“S-Sho...hu-hah!”, she released in a breath, her sharp inhales filling the room as she was nearing her peak.
“Aoi...”, the man grunted as he continued to push himself as deeply as he possibly could.
Their eyes ever pulling away from one another. Their souls intertwining in space they melted into each other.
“S-Shota...”, the woman whispered in a breath, her eyes glossing over, pouring with ecstasy, only sharp inhales entering her lungs.
Her hands against his face, his stubble poking at her palms. Her body violently trembling against him.
Time seemed to had slowed down, choking all the oxygen of Aizawa’s chest. There was a pause. Silence.
“Hu-ah...I-I love you...”.
Aizawa clutched the woman’s back, a roar of an exhale escaping his lungs. In unison with a echoed cry, Aoi’s legs convulsing against his thighs as the waves of their climax blended together.
His overwhelming obsession for the woman still roaming his body as he held her body so tightly in his grasp, still not getting enough of how someone could be so perfect.
Their essences mixed into a small mess on the sheets as their exhaustion finally set it, sending them collapsing on the bed.
Drenched in cool sweat, they ignored the blankets.
Aizawa’s partially draped over the woman’s, his arm gently resting on her heaving chest.
Desperately searching for each other’s eyes once again, finding them in the haze before they begin to drift to a forced slumber.
Aoi fell victim to her exhaustion, her beautiful eyes finally shutting.
Leaving the dry eyed hero to hazily gaze into the sleeping face of the goddess he had pining for all these years...
With a gentle caress of her cheek, and a final sigh before succumbing to sleep.
“...My beautiful Aoi...I love...”.
An orange shimmer against the thin membrane of her eyelids.
A tiny peak welcoming the morning sun in her baby blue eye.
Aoi rose from her laying position, running her fingers though unkempt hair.
A blanket slid from her breasts onto her lap, but in her groggy state, she didn’t question it.
However she didn’t remember it being there before...
A light yawn slid from her lips.
She looked about the room, her eyes adjusting to the brightness.
When they finally did...
...she realized she was alone.
She couldn’t lie to herself and say she was surprised, but nonetheless, she felt her heart begin to crack behind her breast.
Reluctant to even get out of bed, she slid to the edge finding her sleepers at the end.
As well as locating her discarded panties from the night before, slipping them off.
As she approached the door, eyes heavy with sleepiness and light shame, once her ears finally adjusted to their surroundings, she heard the television.
“Multiple villains at large in the downtown districts! We advise residents to stay indoors!”
She didn’t remember even turning the TV on last night.
Grabbing a long black cardigan and wrapping her body with it, as she neglected to put on a top, Aoi made her way into the living room where she could finally see what the commotion was.
The TV was turned to the news station where it was showing a helicopter view of stand-off situation between multiple villains and the police.
Three officers down, one wounded behind the squad car barricade and two laying in the street in between the villains and their comrades.
Their vitals unclear.
Aoi’s attention was firm to the screen until she heard felt a presence behind her near the screen door.
With a startled gasp and whip of her body to face the presence, she was relieved to see Aizawa.
He didn’t leave.
However, now in his newly cleaned hero costume.
His goggles sitting at the ready against his forehead.
Aizawa basking in her radiant glow as the sunlight kissed her porcelain skin.
He remembered this feeling from the previous night...like he was seeing her again for the first .
As she opened her mouth to speak...
They both turned their attention to the television.
“This is an update! Law enforcement have reason to believe that the suspects have taken hostages”.
Aoi returning her gaze to the pro hero.
“...I gotta go”, Aizawa finally spoke, a light somberness in his voice.
“Okay”, Aoi nodded to him understandingly.
Following him toward the screen door as he prepared to take his leave...
“You know, I could go too...”, Aoi softly implied, “I could put on my costume and meet you there. You may need backup, Nemuri would flip to see me wear her new design and...”, she paused placing a gentle hand on his arm.
“...we could be a team...you and me. We’d have the bad guys running for their mommy’s”, she grinned.
“Yeah, we would”, the man chuckled, placing a loving hand against her cheek.
The morning gleam shimmering against her beautiful eyes.
“Some other time”, he softly replied, “...there aren’t too many guys there so Wonder Woman showing up might be a bit overkill”, he joked.
“And here...I know you’re safe so I don’t have to worry”, he admits, sincerity in his eyes.
“Hostages confirmed! Repeat: hostages confirmed!”
With a light groan Aizawa lifted his scarf to begin his short journey over the rooftops.
“Dammit”, he grunted in annoyance, “I’ll see you soon”.
“Okay, be careful”, she smiled as he hoisted himself over her house with his scarf.
“I love you...”, she spoke in his direction as her gaze shifted to the ground below.
A light shriek escaping her lungs as she was suddenly startled by the man in black dangling upside down from her roof like a spider monkey.
Planting a loving kiss to her lips before she could speak.
As he pulled away, her eyes still in light shock, a endearing smile soothed her soul.
“I love you too”.
A soft giggle escaped her lips as the man playfully winked at her before he disappeared from sight once more making his way to the scene.
Finally re-entering her home, closing the door behind her, Aoi made her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee before posting herself against the countertop.
Smiling gleefully at the TV.
“This just in! Pro-Hero Eraserhead has arrived on scene! I repeat: Eraserhead is on scene!”
