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Chapter 20: Mario Kart and the Purple Boy

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Hizashi was… uncomfortable. He shouldn’t be. It’s just a ten-year-old’s birthday party; well, an excessive playdate, more or less. His ten-year-old had just wanted her two best friends to hang out and play video games before doing cake together.

Ten.

Where had the time gone? His little girl now stood to his elbow and ran her elementary school like a tiny cult leader.

And now she stood between her two best friends, hands pressed to their chests as the two boys argued. She looked almost out of place, smaller than both Tenya and Inasa, but her energy was bigger. Like gravity. She wasn’t being pulled into the argument- she was the center of it, holding court like a pint-sized judge, jury, and supreme commander of all recess law.

“I am her oldest friend,” Tenya declared, poking a finger into his own chest like he was announcing the founding date of a very important museum.

Inasa puffed out his chest. “YEAH! BUT I YELLED LOUDER WHEN SHE NEEDED A REVOLUTION ENFORCER.”

“Irrelevant!” Haru barked. “This is a birthday. Not a trial by combat. If anyone throws hands, I will evict you from the cake circle.”

She looked between them like an exhausted monarch. “You are both my best friends. Equally. Like different wings of the same building. Now shake hands and bow, or I’m revoking privileges to the Haru’s Grand Musical Revolution.”

Hizashi took a step forward, about to intervene, taking mental note to ask about the musical revolution later, until Shouta, leaning against the wall with practiced indifference, reached out and rested a hand on his arm.

“She’s got it.”

And she did.

Tenya and Inasa bowed stiffly, exchanged a very reluctant handshake, and immediately began arguing again, this time about whether Haru should get the last slice of pizza, or if she should have the whole box, and why their opinion made them a better friend.

Haru just sighed like a weary god and flopped back onto the couch between them, snatching a controller.

“Y’all stress me out. Let’s duel it out in Mario Kart, and whoever loses has to carry me to my bedroom after my sugar crash.”

“Why?” Tenya asked, offended. “You have legs!”

“Because it’s my birthday. Because I’m a legacy hero. Because I said so.” She offered back, handing him a controller. “Play.”

Hizashi laughed quietly, hand scrubbing over his face. “Oh my god. She’s a menace.”

Shouta didn’t look away from the scene. “Yeah. But she’s ours.”

There was something so calm about the way he said it. Like it wasn’t up for debate. She was just as much his as she was Hizashi’s. Haru’s loud, fierce energy didn’t bother him, he simply accepted it. Like weather. Like something that couldn’t be tamed, only understood and shielded from harm.

And the ‘ours’? Yeah. That hit Hizashi square in the chest.

He looked at Shouta, all tired eyes and soft conviction, standing beside him like he’d always be beside him.

And suddenly Hizashi felt very stupid for all the times he ever questioned how he ended up with this life, this daughter, this love, this mess of yelling children and righteous cake diplomacy.

He reached over, lacing their fingers together.

Shouta glanced down, then back at him. “You’re staring.”

“I love you,” Hizashi said, too soft for anyone but Shouta to hear.

Shouta blinked once. “Yeah. I know.”

He squeezed Hizashi’s hand.

Across the room, Haru had just declared that if anyone unplugged her controller during Rainbow Road again, they’d be legally divorced from the friend group.

Hizashi grinned helplessly. “I love her.”

Shouta smiled, soft, “yeah, me too.”

——————

The living room lights dimmed, and the glow of ten flickering candles lit up Haru’s face like she was about to summon the spirits of birthday parties past.

Instead, she raised her plastic juice cup and stood on the couch like it was a podium, arms wide.

“BEFORE I HONOR THE SACRED TRADITION OF DESTROYING THIS CAKE,” Haru declared, “I would like to say a few words.”

Shouta, who had just successfully corralled Nemuri to a seat with a plate of snacks, muttered to Hizashi, “Is she about to give a victory speech?”

“Shhh,” Hizashi whispered, beaming. “This is the best part.”

Haru cleared her throat, very official. “First TO PAPA.”

Shouta blinked, caught off guard.

“Who always reminds me to drink water and that sleep makes my brain grow, even when I yell at him because I don’t want to grow, I want to fight crime and dismantle systemic oppression.”

Shouta gave a small nod, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “She listens, apparently.”

“To Auntie Nemuri,” Haru went on, gesturing grandly toward the woman who had just sat down after walking in with Haru’s gift in one hand and sunglasses still on despite the dark. “For always being fashionably late, and taking me shopping and teaching me how to use glitter as a weapon while we dismantle the patriarchy.”

Nemuri raised her glass. “Hell yeah, Queen.”

Haru winked.

“To Inasa,” she continued, “for being the best minion I could ask for. You yell with purpose. You support my plans, even when they’re banned at school. You built a megaphone out of a lunchbox and I respect that.”

Inasa sniffled. “You’re welcome, Supreme Leader.”

“To Tenya,” she said, turning now with a little smile, “for always keeping me grounded. And for being the only guy I’d ever marry-“

“I’D MARRY YOU!” Inasa blurted, shooting up in his seat.

“No,” Tenya said sharply, horrified.

“No one’s getting married,” Hizashi interjected, eyebrows climbing.

Haru rolled her eyes like the adult in the room. “Everyone stop interrupting my speech. Also, Tenya and I did get married. When we were five. On the playground. It was very romantic.”

Tenya folded his hands solemnly. “Yes. It was a beautiful ceremony.”

Nemuri snorted into her drink.

Haru raised her voice to bring the attention back, like the seasoned mic-stealer she was. “TO MY DADDY!”

Hizashi froze, mid-laugh, as Haru locked eyes with him and grinned like she was about to drop emotional napalm.

“Daddy, you’re my favorite person in the world,” she said, “even when you cry during dog food commercials, or when you sing in the kitchen and burn everything, or when you tell me I have to wear matching socks and not start anti-capitalist movements during math.”

The room chuckled, but she wasn’t done.

“You never tried to make me quieter. You never told me I was too much, like that teacher in third grade. You just… loved me. Really loud. And it made me want to love everybody that way, too.”

Hizashi blinked fast.

“So, thank you for always showing up. And for being my daddy. Even when I was a surprise.”

She grinned. “You’re my favorite surprise, too.”

Something broke in Hizashi’s chest.

He made a choked little noise, covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and tried to smile around the tears he was absolutely not wiping away with his sleeve.

“Honey,” Shouta said, soft and a little stunned, nudging him. “You okay?”

“No,” Hizashi whispered. “She kills me.”

Haru leaned over to blow out her candles.

The room cheered.

And then, because she was Haru, she immediately raised her fork and yelled, “ANYONE WHO TRIES TO TAKE THE FROSTING FLOWERS DIES FIRST.”

——————

Haru kicked her shoes off at the door, backpack half-unzipped, hair escaping the pigtails she’d fixed herself during recess. She was already launching into a monologue about how this one boy in her new class kept trying to tell her “boys are biologically better at sports,” and how she “politely” told him to eat a rock-

Until she spotted him.

There was a boy on her couch.

Not one of her boys. Not Tenya or Inasa. This kid had messy purple hair, heavy eyes, and sat like he was trying to disappear into the cushions. His hands were stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie, and he was staring straight ahead like if he didn’t look at her, she wouldn’t exist.

In the kitchen, Haru could hear her dads whispering. Not the fun whispering, either- the uh oh kind, where Papa did the low grumble and Daddy whispered back fast like he was auctioning off his panic.

Haru blinked. Then stepped into the living room and pointed at the boy.

“Hi,” she said. “I think you’re in the wrong house.”

The boy looked up, startled.

She smiled. Not the fake, polite kind she saved for grown-ups, but the one that meant hey, we’re gonna be friends whether you like it or not, sorry about your luck.

“I live here. we can be friends. Wanna see my room?” Haru said cheerfully, bouncing on her feet now in front of him.

The boy blinked at her. “What?”

“My room,” Haru repeated. “It has glow stars, instruments, and a murder board I’m not allowed to call a murder board because Daddy says that’s not an appropriate term for a ten-year-old.”

“I…” he started. Then, softly: “I don’t think I’m supposed to move.”

Haru hummed and tilted her head. “Are you in trouble?”

“No.”

“Are they in trouble?” She squinted toward the kitchen, where her dads were definitely still whisper-fighting.

“…Kind of.”

“Oh.” Haru popped a lollipop into her mouth from her backpack like this was an average Tuesday. “Well. Come on anyway.”

“I- why?”

“Because sitting like that makes your spine sad,” she said. “And you looked tired. Like Papa tired. So either you’re an old man in disguise or your life’s been stupid lately.”

The boy actually snorted. “Both.”

Haru beamed. “Cool. Love that for you.”

He finally moved, slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to and stood.

“Hitoshi,” he said.

“Haru. I have juice boxes and a conspiracy about how our cafeteria fish sticks are secretly tofu. Let’s go.”

Behind them, two very stressed grown men watched from the kitchen.

Shouta sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “She’s not going to make this easier.”

“She might.” Hizashi said, watching Haru practically drag Shinso down the hall with the confidence of a girl who’s never been told no in her life.

Shouta had a headache.

Not the dull kind from grading or dealing with noisy coworkers or forgetting to eat. This was a deep, bone-tired headache. The kind that started behind your eyes and wrapped around your spine.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, while Hizashi stared into the open fridge like the answers might be hiding behind a bottle of soy sauce and a half-empty tub of hummus.

“He’s ten,” Shouta muttered, voice rough.

“I know,” Hizashi said, closing the fridge and turning, slow. “I met him. I saw him. He’s a whole kid, Sho. A sad one. With a quirk that gives government officials nightmares.”

Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose. “They dropped him off like he was a package. No prep. No warning. Just- ‘You’re the only one who can handle him, Eraserhead.’”

“They’re not wrong,” Hizashi said gently.

“That’s not the point,” Shouta snapped. “I’m not a holding cell. I’m a person. With a family. We already have a kid. They didn’t even ask if it was okay.”

He looked toward the hallway, where Haru’s laughter echoed, sweet, bright, completely unfazed.

“She doesn’t even know what this is yet,” hizashi muttered. “She just saw a tired kid and decided he was hers.”

“Sounds familiar,” Shouta countered and stepped beside him, bumping their shoulders together. “Sounds like someone else I know. Loud, extroverted, Keeps accidentally adopting people.”

Hizashi smiled back at that.

Shouta stared down the hallway, unsure look on his face.

Hizashi raised an eyebrow.

Shouta sighed, dragging both hands through his hair. “They said he’s been in and out of foster care since he was three. No one wants him. Not with that quirk.”

“His quirk’s not the problem,” Hizashi said quietly. “People are.”

“Yeah. Well. The Commission wants him tracked. Watched. Preferably trained. And apparently, handing him off to a hero with the one quirk that can counter his was easier than… I don’t know. Doing literally anything ethical.”

He slumped into a chair at the table. Hizashi joined him.

Neither of them said anything for a long moment.

“So,” Hizashi started. “How long do we… y’know… have him?”

Shouta shrugged. “No clue. Could be a week. Could be forever. Depends on how useful he is, how much he listens, how well he ‘integrates.’ The commission is paying me to… I don’t know, Raise him? I didn’t really get a choice.”

“Jesus,” Hizashi whispered.

“I know.”

Another pause.

Shouta leaned back, eyes on the ceiling. “I just figured out how to help parent one revolutionary goblin. Now they’re giving me a brainwashing one.”

Hizashi smiled. “Yeah, but she’s a good influence.”

“She has a murder board, Zashi.”

“She calls it a justice board when I’m in the room.”

They both snorted. Hizashi leaned over and pressed a kiss to Shouta’s cheek.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “We always do.”

From the hallway, they heard Haru call out,

“Dad! Can I give Hitoshi my old glitter glue collection or is that too emotionally intimate?”

——————

Haru sat cross-legged on her floor, surrounded by chaos. Stuffed animals were arranged in a semi-circle around them like judgmental spectators. A bag of gummy candies had been ripped open somewhere in the mess, and her favorite hoodie, Shouta’s hero merch, was wrapped around her shoulders like a cape.

Hitoshi hadn’t moved from where he sat on her beanbag, a little too stiff, a little too still, arms tucked tightly to his chest like if he didn’t take up too much space, maybe he wouldn’t be asked to leave.

He’d said exactly twelve words since she dragged him into her room.

Haru didn’t care.

“So this one,” she said, holding up a plush frog with a rhinestone tiara hot-glued to its head, “is Lady Ribbit. She guards the left side of the room. Nobody messes with her. And this,” she said, pointing to a wall covered in sticky notes and glittery pushpins, “is the Justice Board. Not a murder board. Legally. My Daddy said so.”

Hitoshi blinked slowly.

“I use it to track evil. Like, villain activity. And shady politicians. And people who cut in line. There’s tiers.”

“…Tiers,” Hitoshi repeated, voice quiet and rough around the edges. Word thirteen.

“Yeah!” Haru lit up like he’d handed her a gold star. “Tenya says it’s morally gray, but I think it’s just being prepared. If the adults aren’t gonna fix things, I will. Eventually. Probably. I mean, my multiplication tables still trip me up sometimes, so I can’t take down capitalism yet, but give it time.”

She paused to pop a gummy in her mouth, chewing dramatically. Offering one to him and he shook his head.

Hitoshi didn’t respond. He just watched her, face unreadable, eyes too old for ten.

Haru tilted her head. “You don’t talk much, huh?”

He shrugged.

“That’s okay,” she said brightly, even though her eyes were curious and too smart for her age. “I talk enough for both of us. My daddy says it’s my quirk, but it’s not. My real quirk’s called Disarm- I can pause other quirks if I shout at people just right. I’m working on the control part.”

He shifted slightly. Another blink.

“…Are you staying here awhile?” she asked suddenly.

It wasn’t blunt, just curious, like asking the weather or what toppings someone liked on pizza.

Hitoshi looked at his hands. His fingers curled inward.

“I dunno,” he mumbled. Word count: sixteen.

“Oh.” Haru’s voice softened. “Okay.”

She sat a little straighter. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t wanna. I just thought maybe you’d feel better if you did. I don’t really know why you’re here. But I’m glad you are. You looked really sad. You don’t look as sad now sitting in the bean bag throne. That’s good, right?”

He didn’t answer.

So she kept talking.

“Sometimes when I feel really gross inside, like I’m too much or I don’t fit, I go to my daddy and I climb on his lap and say ‘emergency cuddle, stat!’ and he drops everything, even if he’s writing a lesson plan. Papa pretends he’s annoyed, but then he makes me tea and braids my hair.”

Hitoshi looked at her, really looked, for a second. Like the words she was saying were foreign and strange. Haru beamed.

“I dunno if you’re a cuddler,” she said with a shrug. “But if you need something like that, you can ask. Or don’t. You can just sit and listen too. I don’t mind.”

She reached across the plush circle and held out a frog with button eyes and a crooked smile.

“This is Sir Croaksalot. He’s very good at guarding secrets. And he never interrupts.”

Hitoshi stared at the frog. Then slowly, very slowly, he reached out and took it.

No words. Just a small nod.

Haru smiled like she’d won something. Like maybe this was the beginning of something soft and brave and new.

She popped another gummy in her mouth and flopped back onto the carpet.

“Okay, new plan,” she announced. “We’re watching magical girl anime until dinner. Are you going to be here for dinner? Nevermind you already said you didn’t know. You’re gonna like it. There’s sparkles and crying and friendship that saves the world.”

Hitoshi didn’t argue.

He just held Sir Croaksalot a little tighter.

And listened.

——————

The night had fallen quiet. The dishes were done, the lights were low, and Hitoshi had gone to bed hours ago, tucked into the guest room with a pile of extra blankets and Sir Croaksalot still clutched in one arm like a lifeline.

Haru was curled into the middle of the couch, Shota’s hoodie on, sleeves over her hands, legs tucked under her. Her brows furrowed as she watched her dads, who sat across from her with those faces, the Serious Adult ones. Shouta’s arms were crossed, a tired sigh dragging through his nose, while Hizashi kept rubbing the back of his neck like he was working up to a speech.

“Okay,” Haru said, eyeing them suspiciously. “So. You’re either about to tell me you’re adopting another cat or someone died.”

Shouta exhaled slowly. Hizashi smiled faintly. “Nope. No cats. No one’s dead.”

“Okay,” she said again, arms now crossed too. “Then spill it.”

Shouta gave Hizashi a little nod. He leaned forward gently, elbows on his knees. “So, kiddo… we wanted to talk to you about Hitoshi.”

She blinked. “The boy on my couch?”

“That one,” Shouta confirmed.

“Right. What about him?”

Hizashi glanced at Shouta again, then back to Haru. “He’s going to be living with us for a while. Maybe a long while.”

Haru stared.

And blinked.

“…Like. Living living? Like, living-in-the-house kind of living?”

“Yeah,” Shouta said, soft but firm. “The Hero Commission contacted me. Hitoshi’s been in the foster system for a while. Where kiddos go when they don’t have parents, or their parents aren’t able to care for them. They… didn’t think it was a good place for him anymore. They think being here, with people who understand his quirk and what he’s been through, will help.”

Haru sat very still, her brows pulling together. “So… he’s staying.”

Hizashi nodded.

There was a beat of silence.

Then, very softly, “Oh. So… I have to share you two?”

Her voice cracked in that quiet way only kids can crack when they’re trying really hard to be brave and not selfish and not a baby, but the words were still heavy with feeling.

Both of her dads softened immediately.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hizashi said, sliding across the couch to wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his lap“we’re always yours.”

Shouta leaned in too, one hand coming to rest lightly in her hair. “This doesn’t mean you get less love. Or that he gets more. It just means… he needs something right now. Something you already have.”

Haru looked between them, lip wobbling, trying not to cry. “Because nobody ever gave it to him?”

Shouta gave a slow nod.

“Not really,” Hizashi said. “Not consistently. Not like you’ve had.”

Her shoulders curled a little, processing. She wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie and said nothing for a long moment.

Then, with the sudden clarity of a lightbulb snapping on, she gasped, actually gasped, and sat bolt upright.

“Oh no.”

Both men straightened in alarm.

“What? What’s wrong?” Hizashi asked.

“I-I have to be his Inasa and Tenya!!” Haru clutched her chest like she’d just been handed a sacred duty. “They’re my best friends and they always believed in me and told me I was the best even when I was being super annoying! They didn’t give up on me, not even once!”

Shouta blinked. “…Okay?”

“He keeps getting small,” Haru continued, wildly gesturing now. “Like, folding himself in. Like he wants to disappear! I saw it. He doesn’t think he’s allowed to take up space! I do that when I’m sad! So I have to be his Inasa and Tenya! That’s my job now!”

Hizashi bit back a laugh. Shouta gave her a slow blink of approval.

“You’re already off to a good start,” Hizashi said gently. “You were really kind to him today.”

Haru nodded, eyes wide and serious. “Tomorrow I’ll introduce him to the justice board for real. Just the level one evil-doers, I don’t wanna scare him. And maybe I’ll draw a picture of him to put on my inner circle wall.”

Shouta ruffled her hair, “That sounds like a solid plan.”

“Does he like mochi?” she asked suddenly.

“I don’t know,” Hizashi said.

“I’ll find out.”

And then, because she was Haru, she flopped sideways dramatically into Hizashi’s lap with a groan. “You guys should’ve warned me I was getting a little brother. I could’ve emotionally prepared. There could’ve been a montage. I would’ve made a scrapbook.”

Shouta gave her a look. “You hate scrapbooking.”

“Okay, Inasa would’ve made a scrapbook. For me. Because he believes in me.”

Hizashi laughed quietly, brushing her hair back. “I believe in you too, kiddo.”

“Me too,” Shouta added.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” she muttered, already sleepy and warm and plotting a thousand things to make Hitoshi feel less alone. “Get ready for glitter and friendship, purple boy. It’s on.”

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pairing: Inasa Yoarashi x Female OC (Kagura)

They’re just barely on the edge of the dance floor, cloistered by sparkling holiday decorations on either side. The greenery and ribbons have been twisted carefully together to make an arch over their heads, tall enough that even Inasa doesn’t have to worry about accidentally standing up and knocking things over due to his height. He’d thought they’d been fake, at first. They looked so perfect, though truth be told, Inasa wasn’t exactly well versed in party decorations- but Kagura had pointed out that Yaoyorozu had never typically been one to skimp on expenses. The flowers and branches are very real, and the faint scent of pine and cinnamon rolling through the air is refreshing, after the city smells both Inasa and Kagura have to deal with day after day.

Inasa would never miss an opportunity to celebrate with his fellow heroes, and the atmosphere so far? Has made far it more enjoyable that he could have hoped. The only small issue of the evening has been- well, both Inasa and Kagura know more than a few people. Trying to keep up with the congratulations and news being traded has been rather tiring, and it’s kept them bouncing around the room, just barely missing one another before they’ve slipped into yet another round of traded tales from their new jobs. Their new careers.

Luckily for Inasa, Kagura had surprised him, insisting to the group he’d been speaking with that she needed to borrow him for a short while and- He’s unashamed to say that he forgot where he was for a moment, utterly entranced as she led him away. Inasa is constantly smiling, but his cheeks hurt whenever he gets the chance to spend more than a few hours with her, and his heart still leaps in his chest whenever she says his name.

“It doesn’t feel quite like reality,” Kagura says softly, making him blink. She sounds wistful, her golden eyes looking out over the veritable sea of new heroes, her hands fidgeting slowly in her lap. She keeps lifting them, like she’s thinking about twisting them into her hair or brushing locks out of her face, but then she hesitates. It’s probably that she doesn’t want to ruin the careful way she’s styled it. He’s struck, as he always is, by how much he wants to kiss her, just because he can.

Just the sight of her sweet face makes Inasa feel overwhelmed with emotions, with lust, though the angle doesn’t help any either. Kagura has always been dazzlingly lovely, but the cut of her dress and the way she keeps smiling up at him? He feels light headed, like that strange dazed sensation he gets when he flies too high, too fast, and- He lifts the small cup in his hand, tilting it to peer at the punch inside. He wonders if it’s been tampered with, if he should say something- But then Kagura’s eye catches his and he finds himself forgetting everything he was thinking. The punch is- Inasa doesn’t care. He smiles back, despite the vague feeling that he’s a little lost.

“Inasa?” Kagura asks, and her voice draws him back into himself, and back to the conversation at hand. She smiles again, sweet and lovely, her eyelashes fanning over her cheeks and Inasa has to repeat everything she’s said to him in silence, just to attempt to give her an answer.

“We’re realizing our dreams,” he says seriously, if not quite as boisterously as he usually does. He has to force himself to look away when her eyes focus on his, to clear his throat and ignore the blush slowly creeping up his neck. He’s rarely, if ever, one to hold back, but- Moments like these call for severity, don’t they? “Every day the reality of it will sink in further,” he says with authority, though inside his heart is racing because Kagura is touching him from thigh to hip and- Her free hand slips into his, and when his fingers spasm closed, her dainty hand vanishes in his grip. He has to suck in a breath, trying to be stealthy, to calm himself, before he adjusts. He turns his fingers until they’re intertwined with hers, and wishes he could just pull her into the air above the crowd. Touching Kagura always leaves him feeling like he should be flying, dancing, and with their quirks? It would be all too easy. Save- well, he doesn’t much want to drag her into the air, only for people to be able to look up her dress. He tips the cup of punch into his mouth, draining it to the dregs before he sets it off to the side.

“You sound so sure,” Kagura says, leaning into him when he straightens. She rests her head just below his shoulder, and he’s fairly sure that he can see a pink tint to her ears. It’s- It’s a heady feeling, knowing he affects her almost as much as she affects him. He doesn’t want to move from this spot, from this moment, if he can help it. Not with the warmth of her spiraling straight to his brain. Inasa licks his lips, considering slipping his arm around her but- he.. He knows it’s ridiculous that he still worries, they’ve been dating for quite a while after all.

“Cozy over here, aren’t you?” A voice asks from beside Kagura, making the both of them jump. Camie pushes herself off of the wall, leaning out from around her friend. A syrupy sweet smile spreads over her face as she leans in closer. “Hogging Kagura all to yourself,” she says with a knowing glance. Her smile widens when she sees Kagura’s hand lift again, nerves getting the best of her, but Camie turns her gaze back to Inasa. The tease was meant to get a rise out of him, of course. He wants to laugh, or maybe to sigh, because the moment isn’t ruined, not exactly, but the mood has definitely been derailed. Instead he just shakes his head, swallowing dryly as he purposely turns away from Camie. He can’t hold her gaze and not ask if she needs something, and Camie really only wants to try and tease him about his feelings for Kagura. She would never come straight out and say it though.

She leaves him be, turning her attention back to his girlfriend.

“And you wore it,” Camie says proudly. Inasa can’t help it, his eyes dart back to them, watching as Camie takes the material of Kagura’s skirt between her fingers so she can stroke it. “Told you that you’d look fab! The way the skirt flares?” His breath comes a little heavier, because he’d watched earlier, eyes trained on the hem of the dress as Kagura turned in a circle to show it off to him. Yeah, the skirt of the dress most definitely would flare as she spun. He wanted to see it, wanted to watch her flash just a bit of her fair skin- Inasa bites his lower lip, glancing out over the crowd of fellow heroes, laughing and chatting on the dance floor. He most definitely wants to see that, but he doesn’t want them to, so he should just put it from his mind, wait until later-

“The way the top is cut too,” Camie says slyly, and her gaze is like a brand on Inasa’s cheek, heavy and searing as one of her carefully manicured fingernails hooks on the bust of the dress. She barely tugs, but it’s more than enough to have Inasa gritting his teeth. “Wicked hot,” Camie says, smiling brightly at Kagura.

“Yeah?” Kagura asks, and she looks pleased, if still a little shy. “I had to admit, I was just a little worried-” And that has Inasa tapping his fingers nervously over his thigh. He wants to turn and reassure her, he wants to be allowed to stare, wants to let his eyes lower- But that’s just what Camie is waiting for.

He doesn’t think he should be ashamed of it, and he isn’t, because it’s healthy to have this much passion for someone you care for, isn’t it? But Camie’s teasing- He feels his cheeks heat. She has a bad habit of bringing it up in the most unlikely of places. And he doesn’t want Kagura to feel embarrassed.

Kagura’s small hand turns in his own, her soft fingertips stroking over his knuckles and along the palm of his hand. It makes him shiver, makes him wish more than ever that he could ask her out of this place without it being rude. And it would be, as much as hates the thought, it would be rude and he doesn’t want to even inadvertently make Kagura embarrassed by the questions that would follow about the two of them leaving early.

Camie scoffs and waves her hand in a definitely not kind of gesture. “There was never a reason to be worried. Tatami and I told you, didn’t we?”

“You did,” Kagura says, her smile brightening. “I am allowed to have self doubts though, you know.”

“Someone as cute as you?” Camie sticks out her tongue and makes a soft noise of derision. “We need to bolster that confidence, don’t we?”

Inasa is watching now, warmth still swirling about in his chest. Camie and Kagura had made friends with one another on their own, but it’s still- it still makes him so happy, that they have friends in common this way. Everything, really, about Kagura makes him happy. He doesn’t know if it’ll ever stop, this eager ache for Kagura’s attention, for her touch, or the simple knowledge of her proximity- For her, as a whole.

“What do you think?” Camie suddenly blurts, startling him as she leans over Kagura to start tapping impatiently at his knee. She arches one perfectly manicured eyebrow when he just stares at her blankly, and then she leans back, reaching down to tug at the hem of Kagura’s dress. “Up,” Camie urges, sending another sly look Inasa’s way when Kagura laughs, letting go of his hand so she can get to her feet. She spins in front of him in a slow circle, the skirt flaring just enough to draw the eye, but not enough to flash the skin he’d been thinking about so intensely-

“He already complimented me, you know,” Kagura tells Camie with a smile, but her eyes dart to his face as she turns, like she’s still hoping for him to say something else.

“What, once?” Camie asks. “I think you deserve more than that.” He knows that Camie must be staring at him again, giving him some sort of look or cue to turn on the charm - but he’s never been quite as good with social interactions as Camie. Thankfully, that’s never seemed to bother Kagura any.

“You’re gorgeous,” Inasa says, and doesn’t realize how loud he’s been, blurting out the word at top volume, until Kagura blushes and at least four people nearby stop dancing and start laughing. He knows he’s blushing now, but even as his jaw works, as he tries to think of the words to apologize for drawing so much attention to them, both Camie and Kagura start to giggle. Kagura still looks a little pink, but she’s happy and he bites down on the apologies that want to spill from him.

“Better,” Camie offers after a moment, blotting carefully at the corner of her eye like the laughter had near brought tears to her eyes.

“The first time was perfectly adequate,” Kagura insists, but she’s still smiling brightly at Inasa, like he’s made her entire night. He takes in a deep breath, knowing she doesn’t want him to continue, but wanting to, all the same. Everyone should know how lovely he finds Kagura.

“Camie was right,” he declares, getting to his feet and taking her hands in his. “You deserve more than just a single compliment.”

He feels like this is how the rest of the night is going to go. Following at her heels, trying to tamp down on the urge to wrap his hands around her waist and lift her for the ease of kissing, or trying to ignore how hot-blooded he feels, watching the way she moves in her dress, the way her hair spills over her shoulders- He’s utterly distracted from multiple conversations by a flash of her thigh or her hand resting demurely against her collarbone - and he doesn’t know whether he should feel like a cad or mirror the flirtatious smiles that Kagura sends his way.

He tries to be inconspicuous about it, but with Camie around, and then Tatami joining them, they always seem to notice, like they’re just waiting for him to make moon eyes at Kagura. Camie smiles at him like she knows every single dirty thing he’s thinking, and Tatami giggles and Inasa swears that the whole of the party must know, with they way they’re acting. ...Or maybe he’s just that obvious.

By the end of the evening, Inasa feels like he must be sweating bullets, wrestling with his self control this way. Every accidental brush, or the way Kagura leans into him when she says his name- He’s so eager for the party to end that he can almost taste it, never mind that he’s had a good time.

There’s a clinking noise, amplified by someones quirk, that rings throughout the room, drawing everyone's attention to the small stage against one side of the dance floor. Yaoyorozu thanks someone standing in the crowd in front of her and then straightens so she can smile brightly at the tide of heroes, all turning to face her.

“I want to thank all of you so much for attending!” Her voice echoes through the room smoothly, and the crowd slowly stills, voices dropping off into barely heard whispers.

Kagura tugs on Inasa’s arm to get his attention. “She probably had an outstanding grade in crowd control,” Kagura whispers when Inasa leans down. He barks out a laugh, shrugging when Camie, Tatami and some of the people closest to them turn their heads, curious about the noise. Yaoyorozu starts talking again though, drawing the attention back to her, though Inasa notes the short wave that Camie directs his way as she tugs Tatami away from them.

“Though the party is winding down, for those of you that had to commute to get here, or if you’ve perhaps overindulged,” she says gently, though there’s a few answering shouts in the crowd that let them all know there are definitely people that have indulged in something, whether it be drinks, or perhaps just the energy of the crowd. “Yes, yes,” she says softly, hands motioning for the crowd of heroes to settle down. “For these reasons, I would like to offer those individuals the hospitality of my home!”

There’s another flurry of noise cresting over them as everyone begins to speak at once, laughter and more shouts echoing through the room before- Inasa is fairly sure it’s Bakugou that snaps at those nearest him for quiet, the volume of his voice carrying even over the most rowdy of party attendees.

Yaoyorozu starts speaking again, but honestly, Inasa is no longer listening. He catches sight of Kagura tucking a single long strand of hair behind her ear as Yaoyorozu quotes something about safety and being thankful for the attendees, despite many of them traveling long distances. Kagura must feel the weight of his gaze, because she turns to look at him, slipping her arm into the crook of his and leaning her cheek against his bicep.

He wants nothing more than to ask Kagura to stay the night here with him, to find a bedroom and finally get her alone, but they still have to say goodbye to the friends that are leaving, and thank Yaoyorozu for hosting, and-

“Are you planning on heading home?” Kagura asks, those lovely golden eyes searching his face. Inasa’s heart skips in his chest when her grip on his arm tightens, just a little, like she wants him to stay here. With her.

“Are you?” He asks instead, and can’t even begin to picture what his own face looks like. He’s smiling too hard again, and he knows that he’s ridiculously transparent, but-

Finding a bedroom can’t quite come soon enough.

“I would like to,” Kagura says, and before she can lose her nerve, before Inasa can blurt something else that likely would embarrass her, she’s pulling him towards Yaoyorozu and the small crowd of people getting directions to the guest rooms from one of the.. Workers? One of her family members? He isn’t sure, though he thinks there might be some kind of familial resemblance. It’s astounding to him, still, that the grounds are so expansive as to have a selection of rooms to choose from, but he’ll most definitely have to thank Yaoyorozu tomorrow - she looks much too busy with her goodbyes and there’s a line of people still waiting to speak with her.

Inasa lets Kagura tow him through the crowd like an old toy. He keeps his mouth shut long enough for Kagura to get information about the guest wing, exchanging quiet thank you’s with the man in the suit, before he’s almost vibrating with the urge to use his quirk.

“First come, first serve?” Inasa suddenly asks and the man stares at him with wide eyes.

“Well, yes, but the guest wing is modeled much the sa-”

“Can I?” Inasa asks, slipping his arm around Kagura, and his grin makes his cheeks ache when she laughs. Her own quirk gives her a small boost up into his arms rather than verbally answer. For all that Inasa had trouble concentrating on conversation the whole evening, he’s utterly focused now and all it takes is a few soft wind currents directed under his feet to make him faster than almost anyone here. He clutches Kagura to his chest, whooping happily as they shoot through the corridors and completely ignoring the gasps and shouts following them. Kagura loops an arm around his neck, and while she makes a soft noise of surprise, it’s quickly followed by elation as they come to smooth twirl of a stop in front of one of the open guest bedroom doors.

“Inasa, you’re amazing,” Kagura says, right next to his ear. Heat licks up his spine, and he’s sure he’s red faced all over again, but he laughs, proud of himself, even as he reluctantly sets her back on her feet. The feeling of her against his chest, of her thighs hanging over his arms- He swallows as she straightens the skirt of her dress and grins when she meets his eyes. “Well,” she says, and her cheeks have gone faintly pink, “shall we tour the room?” She holds out her hand again, ready for him to escort her inside, and then wiggles her fingers in a teasing manner.

“You’re enchanting,” Inasa says, and takes her arm, unwilling to let the both of them stand around in the corridor any longer, gazing at each other for just anyone to stumble across. He uses his quirk to shut the door behind them, but the resounding bang that follows makes him think he lost control - just a little.

The room is very much like a hotel suite. Inasa is almost absolutely sure that come morning, there will be a lovely view of gardens or some kind of common area, dressed up to catch the eye in pale sunshine and rain alike. For now, the room is dim, with strategically placed floor lamps sitting in all the corners, only two of which are lit. Just like the Yaoyorozu’s ballroom, the guest rooms are decorated for the holidays. Inasa is.. Inordinately pleased to see the mistletoe wreath over the headboard. The tasteful silver accents are lovely too, and he knows they’re expensive, though he couldn’t even begin to say where they might have come from.

“It’s lovely,” Kagura breathes, and the pleased look on her face has his heart pounding double time all over again.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, and then decides to hell with it. “Not as lovely as you,” he says, sitting slowly on the edge of the bed. He bites at his lip as she follows, as she steps forward, more of a similar height now, with him sitting, than when he stands. He wants to draw her into his arms, wants to tug her onto his lap, but the look on her face- He waits patiently, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she cups his cheek.

Kagura is smiling when he looks at her again, and her eyes soft as she drops her hand from his cheek so she can hook a fingertip in the collar of his sweater. “So,” she starts, smiling a little wider when his eyes dart to her mouth and then back up. “I noticed that you might have been eager to get me alone?”

Inasa could be sly, could adopt Camie’s attitude and tease her, or even come up with ridiculous excuses, but there’s no need to lie. No need for him to pretend. He mirrors her movements, finger hooking in the bust of her dress and forces himself to move achingly slowly to keep from damaging it in any way, even though his racing pulse just makes him want to yank so he can see her, can watch the material part to expose her chest, so he can touch- He breathes in shakily, and he knows his dark eyes must be nearly black now, pupils expanding to take in the sight of her.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” She murmurs, small hands sliding along his shoulders until her fingers are lacing behind his neck, pulling him in close for a soft kiss. As soon as her mouth brushes his, Inasa curls his fingers around her hips, nearly sighing with relief against her lips. He’s been thinking about her, about this, being able to touch her freely, all evening. The gentleness of her mouth fades though, the longer he kisses her, teeth grazing his lips, her fingertips pressing harder into his neck. Kagura makes a soft moan, muffled against his mouth, that has Inasa groaning in turn, hands sliding down her dress and dipping beneath the skirt.

“Yes,” he finally says, tilting back his head to gasp for air. He strokes at her thighs, his chest heaving and then hauls her up into his lap. He doesn’t even have to strain to do it, with how small she is compared to him and the way her thighs feel in his hands, the way she spreads her legs, skirt riding up so she can grind herself against him- “Kagura,” he chokes out, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I’ve been waiting to- to touch you, to kiss you. I couldn’t stop thinking about it," he says against her skin, uncaring when the words are muffled, when the whisper of his breath makes her shiver.

She drags her fingernails gently over the crown of his head, rolling her hips again, and never has Inasa been so enamored with any of Kagura's outfits as this one. All he can think about now is the feeling of her, of how soft she is- And then Kagura is reaching between them to unzip his trousers, and she pauses as soon as her fingertips brush against his erection, leaving Inasa aching and trying not to thrust up against her hand.

“Me, too,” she confesses, stealing another kiss, two. “I hoped- I kept trying to hint-” She says, and her face is flushed already, lips swollen from kissing, but her cheeks darken as she finally frees him and then fumbles with something under the skirt of her dress.

Inasa is almost absolutely sure that his eyes roll into the back of his head as she lines him up, pulling her panties to the side so she can work herself down on his cock. She must ache, because while it isn’t a struggle, she’s just so small. Kagura starts to pant and then Inasa’s hands are gripping tighter around her waist.

“Let me,” he pleads, fingers trembling, “please?” As soon as Kagura whispers a yes in his ear, he pulls down on her, nipping at her shoulder as she takes more of him.

“Oh,” Kagura gasps, clutching at his shoulders, her breath coming fast. “Inasa, Inasa, you feel so good-” And she wriggles, thighs tensing as he pulls her further down, until neither of them can move without making some kind of soft noise.

All at once, Inasa feels like he’s going to boil over. They’re both still fully dressed, and he wants nothing more than to tug off his sweater and move, help lift her up so- but there’s a sharp knock on the door that his eyes widening. Neither of them had thought to lock the door. Inasa slips his arms around Kagura, hugging her to his chest, and summons up a goofy looking smile as the door creaks open and a hero he doesn’t know pokes their head in.

“Oh! Forgive me, I-” The hero looks away immediately, embarrassment curling their mouth into a frown, but- But the way they’re sitting, with their clothes on, it looks mostly harmless, as long as they stay still.

“No problem! Room is taken though,” Inasa tells him, hoping he sounds normal and not like he’s twitching, eager for them to leave so he can move, can make Kagura fall to pieces. The door closes quickly and a quick twitch of his hand has wind currents buffeting the door until the lock clicks over. Kagura starts to laugh- and then makes a strangled noise when one of his hands curls around her thigh, the other bracing her back to help her start to move.

“So good,” he says harshly, enjoying the feeling of her hands splayed against his chest to help her balance. “Kept still, even while he-” Inasa isn’t sure he has the words to keep speaking, not with the heat of her, with her squeezing when she lowers herself. “Wonderful, Kagura, you’re gorgeous, you’re so-”

She’s already starting to shake in his arms, and he realizes he’s going to make a mess of his clothes, but he doesn’t care, he just wants to keep rolling his hips up into her, wants her to keep saying his name, her sweet mouth open and-

“Please,” Kagura says, fingernails starting to dig into his sweater as he thrusts faster. The angle is good, if the noises she’s making are a clue, but he doesn’t know if he’s going to last, not like this. She’s so tight and he doesn’t want to lose his rhythm, but- “What are- Inasa,” she begs, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls her off of him, cock aching when he’s so desperately close and sets her to the side of him on the bed, stripping off his clothes. Before she can say another word, before she can move, he’s laying back on the bed and urging her to sit on his face.

She keeps the dress on, material dragging sweetly over his chest before she settles on his face and then she’s gasping when he pulls her down and gets to work.

“Inasa,” he thinks he hears, before her thighs are pressed to either side of his head and he can’t really hear much of anything. All he knows is the taste of her, the way her hips start to rock, hand pressed to his sternum for balance and god, he just can’t get enough. After a moment, he feels her stretch, has to chase after her as she leans forward, her hand curling around him to return the favor and then he’s making desperate noises as he rolls his tongue and sucks and he can feel her shaking apart more than he can hear it. Inasa keeps going until she rips herself away from him and then all he can do is sit and gasp for air, blinking his eyes up at the ceiling. He’s still hard, still twitching, but he doesn’t mind. Having Kagura-

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, hands finding her thighs when she sits back down on him, slick and wet and- “Kagura,” he gets out and he has to struggle to focus, to see her rumpled dress and the way she’s licking her lips, pinks cheeks bright. “Such a g- good girl,” and then she’s tightening around him, struggling to keep up the rhythm he’d tried to set before and Inasa comes with a shout, arching his back as he thrusts up into her.

It takes a moment for the tension to ease, both of them shaking, before Kagura struggles with her dress and he has to shift, to sit up so he can help her out of it. She doesn’t move off of him though, and as soon as a wisp of air spirals the dress over to a chair, Kagura is collapsing against his chest with a sigh.

“You’re so wonderful,” Inasa says quietly, hand stroking gently over her cheek bone, and even after they’re a gasping, sweaty mess, and he’s still in Kagura, still trembling, all he wants to do is to keep going, to hear the sweet things she says whenever she shakes apart. He doesn’t know that he’ll ever get enough of her. She’s starting to breathe deep though, limbs going soft and slack, sleep overtaking her after a long night. Inasa waits, but doesn’t move away, and after a few moments he realizes she’s not going to wake back up, not for a while. He doesn’t even try and move her away from him, just wraps an arm around her and tries to calm down. They still have the morning, after all, and the rest they’re going to get is important, especially if he wants to keep up this level of passion.

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