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[uarcana]

Beyond Reason

Mundane.

Snap.

Mediocre.

Zoom. Snap.

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…

“…you too”.

…but still was all she wanted.

[insomniasix]

CHARACTER PROFILE – SILVER HEIWA - BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

BASIC FACTS: NAME: ⦁ Silver Heiwa NAME ORIGINS: ⦁ Heiwa - Japanese word for Piece. ⦁ Silver - Given to her at birth because she was born with silver/white hair. NICKNAME/ALIAS: ⦁ The Alchemist BIRTH DAY: ⦁ June 10 AGE: ⦁ 31 NATIONALITY: ⦁ Tokyo HOME: ⦁ Ever since she was asked to teach at UA High, Silver got herself an apartment, almost three blocks away from the school. HEIGHT: ⦁ 1,80 WEIGHT: ⦁ 75kg OCCUPATION: ⦁ Teacher ⦁ Pro Hero

BACKGROUND: ⦁ Found and raised by Gran Torino and Nana Shimura. ⦁ Silver was born into a family of Alchemic quirk users. People who pass down the knowledge of manipulation through magic. ⦁ Silver's quirk was forced upon her at a young age. ⦁ Upon receiving her power, Silver killed all members of her family present before falling breathless before Nana Shimura's feet. ⦁ Gran Torino and Nana Shimura taught her how to safely use her quirk but also how to protect herself and others through close combat. ⦁ Silver used a combination of her quirk and skills to beat a young Toshinori Yagi upon the First year of him receiving his power. ⦁ The two became inseparable since then, creating a bond to last over the years and misfortunes to come. ⦁ Silver was the first to know about All Might's secret and later health condition since she was near, fighting her own battle against All For One's villains. ⦁ Seeing All Might lose and get hurt by the enemy forces, and the days and nights she spent next to his hospital bed, brought them even closer and Silver's agony and terror over his fate made her realize and accept her true feelings toward her life-long friend. ⦁ Teaches close combat and Chemistry at UA High. ⦁ Silver finds herself enjoying young Bakugo's character and spirit since it's much closer to her own than any other student in UA; and the boy in return is entirely respectful and protective over her (even if sometimes he doesn't realize), seeing her as a mentor and friend. ⦁ Has a cat. Half black, half grey. With blue eyes. Calls him Eraserhead (just because it makes Aizawa mad.) APPEARANCE: HAIR: ⦁ Silver/white EYES: ⦁ Green

OTHER DETAILS: ⦁ Caucasian ⦁ Athletic Build ⦁ Has an Alchemic circle on her back, burned into her skin when she was a child. A sign of her heritage. ⦁ Several scars on her arms. Self inflicted or otherwise. CLOTHING: ⦁ “Work” clothing: White-silver jeans, white long-sleeve shirt, white army boots with silver details, long white-silver coat. (Outfit made by her friends Aoi and Nemuri as a joke but she loved it and kept it over the years as her Hero Attire.) ⦁ “Casual” clothing: White tank top, jeans and black army boots. Hands full of ring and bracelets (In order to manipulate the matter in case of need/ even though there is non since she can manipulate anything under her will.) ⦁ "Casual" clothing: White shirt, jeans, black army boots, white scarf, light white leather jacket. Bracelets and rings always covering her hands.

PERSONALITY: ⦁ Snarky, sassy, sarcastic ⦁ Funny ⦁ Smart ⦁ Hot-headed ⦁ Resourceful ⦁ Mean ⦁ Almost always in a fight... or two LIKES: ⦁ Video Games ⦁ Fighting ⦁ Training/ Running ⦁ Coffee ⦁ Strong Drinks ⦁ Teasing and/or fighting with Shota Aizawa DISLIKES: ⦁ Vegetables ⦁ Avoiding a fight ⦁ Betrayal ⦁ People who think power makes them better than anyone else ⦁ Being wrong ⦁ Aizawa being right WEAPONS: ⦁ Silver uses her Alchemic manipulation to transmutate anything at will by snapping her fingers. ⦁ But she also loves to use her own fists to win a fight.

FRIENDS/ FAMILY (List of friends through every class ) UA High Staff: ⦁ Principal Nezu (Respected) ⦁ Recovery Girl (Friend) ⦁ Thirteen (Friend) ⦁ Shota Aizawa (Loves to hate/ so does he) ⦁ Aoi Tamahagane (Best Friend) ⦁ President Mic (Friend) ⦁ Cementoss (Friend) ⦁ Midnight (Best Friend) ⦁ Snipe (Friend) UA Students Friends list ⦁ Everyone in 1-A ⦁ Itsuka Kendo (1-B) ⦁ Ibara Shiozaki (1-B) ⦁ Reiko Yanagi (1-B) ⦁ Mirio Togata (Big 3) ⦁ Nejire Hado (Big 3) ⦁ Tamaki Amajiki (Big 3) ⦁ Hitoshi Shinso ⦁ Mei Hatsume Pro Heroes ⦁ Endeavor (Has restraining orders against her) ⦁ Hawks (She'd rather not talk about that) ⦁ Mirko (Long lost sister) ⦁ Gang Orca (Respected) ⦁ Fat Gum (Friend) ⦁ Gran Torino (Highly respected/ father-like figure) ⦁ Nana Shimura (Hightly respected/mother-like figure) ⦁ All Might (Best Friend/Love interest) Villains ⦁ Kurogiri (?) ⦁ Dabi (?) ⦁ Tomura Shigaraki (?) ⦁ All For One (Enemy)

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(Eraserhead)

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[uarcana]

Not Your Hero | Pt. 2

Pt. I | Pt. 2

Warning: None.

Word Count:

OC’s: Aoi Tamahagane

A/N: Italics are Aoi’s inner monologue.

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…

The midnight oil was limitless.

Eternally burning.

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[uarcana]

Let Me See You

Trying to get back into My Hero writing and decided to start off the return with some nice Aizawa x OC romance.

Warnings: NSFW - nudity, masturbation, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 7,457

OC’s: Aoi Tamahagane (Gunmetal)

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!”

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Somber Eyes

Warning: None.

Word Count: 945

OC’s: Aoi Tamahagane & Silver Heiwa (mentioned)

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.

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June 1st

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.

...........

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.”

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Bad Reputation. Part I. Introduction. Silver Heiwa.

"Nezu is gonna rip us a new one, isn't he?" The silver haired teacher looked at the principal's office door, remembering all the times she did the same as a student. Suddenly all the times Silver got in trouble came back, one in particular standing out. The one where the woman in black sitting next to her was going through the same emotion. 

But that was a time long past. Now they were supposed to be an example for the kids. This time, Silver's blood run cold at the thought of the peculiar principal scolding her for her actions. Aoi and Nemuri sat silent, looking at their friend as the realization hit her, "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" "Ladies," Nezu was his usual cheery self, something that made Silver a little more nervous about what he had in mind, "please, come in my office." The women did as he asked, moving inside and sitting on the lined chairs across his own at his office as Nezu made some tea for all of them. Once the green tea and vanilla scent filled the room and each woman had a cup of it in front of them, Nezu took his place. Intertwining his fingers and officially starting the scolding, "Forgive my boldness, Miss Heiwa, but of everyone here, I expected more from you." His words were already messing with her nerves. She knew where he was going with it. "Given the incident in Hosu City, as well as the warning you received back then, I figured you would be more careful with your actions." "With all due respect, sir." She begun, already bitting her tongue, "I did what I had to in order to protect -" "I know why you did what you did back in Hosu, Miss Heiwa. I understand and appreciate your actions, I've expressed those feelings back then. But this time..." "This time was no different. I protected my colleagues and friends." She defended, even thought she knew not all of what came out of her mouth was correct. "You started a bar fight, Silver." Nezu finally blurred out the accusation, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "We didn't start it." Silver smirked proudly, "We finished it!" ... Last night... "There we go!" Silver took the shot glasses from the bar tender, passing one to each of the women at her company, "Cheer up princess, the kids are gonna love you!" She commented on Aoi's apparent discomfort, even thought she was already downing her fourth drink. "I agree." A light headed Nemuri nodded her head, making herself dizzy before readjusting her glasses, "I mean... they like Silver... so..." "Oh, shut up you perv." Silver laughed, raising her glass to make a toast, "To Aoi! Here's to coming back home after ten fucking years." The girls all raised their glasses before finishing the inside in one gulp and Silver got up from her seat, "I gotta pee." "Oh, must you be so...Bakugo?" Nemuri commented, clearly disgusted by her friend's choice of words while Aoi laughed silently, watching them... thinking how some things have stayed the same after all this time. "He's rubbing off on me." Silver laughed, making a peace sign with her fingers and disappearing behind a couple of guys, obviously starring at her glamorous friend. After coming back, Silver felt her power twitching at the tips of her fingers. The picture in front of her made her furious right away. Made her itching for a fight even though she had been warned not to cause any more trouble after Hosu. Five guys... Five villains by the looks of them, surrounding Midnight, being all flirty as she sat there laughing at their lame lines. Nemuri couldn't really help it when it came down to flirting; it was in her blood, and she did love the attention... most of the time. "Not this again." Silver breathed, clutching her fists and moving towards them before noticing Aoi. Her best friend seemed... drowned in her thoughts, holding her drink close and taking huge sips of it before ordering another. She seemed... sad. Maybe this wasn't the right time for a fight. Maybe... "Oh no, I'd rather finish my drinks with my friends if you don't mind." Nemuri rushed to push one of the guys' hand away. "Oh come on. Your friend seems content with her company." He commented on Aoi, seeing the same scene Silver had. "I don't think you wanna change that by pissing them off." Nemuri smirked, seeing as Silver had already pushed through half of the distance separating them. Literally pushing everything in her way. "I think we can handle it, sweetheart." He laughed, before feeling a hand squeezing on his shoulder. "What the hell?" He turned around to face a pissed off Silver, looking at him with a murderous glare, "The fuck do you want, little girl?" The buffed man roared. "She said she doesn't wanna join your little party and you're destroying mine." Silver answered the same way, glare never changing, "Leave. Before things get ugly." "Why don't we show you how ugly things can get for girls who don't know how to keep their pretty little mouths shut?" The man laughed while cracking his fingers, nodding to his friends, surrounding the woman right away, "Boys." The smile stretching on Silver's face was scary, to say the least, making at least two of them take a step back to rethink their actions. She was itching for a fight for some time now. Silver didn't let them form a thought before kicking the man on her left, shoving him right on Aoi. Not wasting any time, her fingers light up, emitting a white light as a pulse pushed them all back, giving her space to move while they were stunned. Using her power, Silver decided it was time to strengthen her body, take them down in hand to hand in order to hurt their manliness as well. Grabbing one of them from the shoulders, the woman threw him atop of a table a couple of steps behind her, laughing as she enjoyed the rush of power, running through her entire body along with her anger; always evident in her facial expressions. "Die!" A whisper left her lips as her punch shined a bright white, connecting with the leader's stomach and sending him flying outside the big square window wall, "Who's next?" SILVER HEIWA. HER QUIRK:ALCHEMY! SHE CAN MANIPULATE ANY NOT LIVING THING TO HER WILL, ALTHOUGH SHE PREFERS USING HER OWN FISTS TO END AN ARGUMENT. "I'll take you on, little girl." A man with golden knuckle braces moved closer, but before he had the time to face her, Silver rushed over, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him with ease, making him follow in his boss' footsteps. IF ONLY HER MANNERS WERE AS GOOD AS HER SKILLS. REMIND YOU OF ANY OF THE KIDS OF 1-A? LIKE TEACHER LIKE STUDENT! With clenched fists and blood searching eyes, Silver continued to dare, "COME ON!"

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Bad Reputation Pt. III Mother Midnight

“I see”, Nezu’s softly replied after Aoi’s explanation. “So, your alcoholism hasn’t gotten better?”

Aoi shuddered at the principal’s harsh cheery realization, followed by a stifled chuckle from Silver.

“Mrs. Tamahagane, you never got the chance to truly prove yourself to become a hero”, the mongoose continued. “And until you are able to do so, you are meant to be a model citizen and pupil of Mr. Aizawa. With this incident, I fear you may have only thinned your thread to redemption”.

Although Aoi’s nerves couldn’t easily be stirred, it was obvious Nezu had pinched one.

“Now, wait, hold on, sir...”.

“And Mrs. Heiwa”, the principal cut off the mystic, “you are a teacher and a mentor of one of our most promising first years. Your reputation with the press and the public is already rocky. I know you are a magnificent hero, but how are you going to when the trust of those you are meant to save with incidences like these dropping from the sky?”

Nezu knew he was playing with fire with Silver, but he believed a level of self control was needed to be developed.

Once he saw the nerve on her temple tighten and anticipated her risking from her seat, he feared of what he’d have to say next until...

...a sharp and solid slam on the desk abruptly broke everyone’s attention averting it to the otherwise silent woman in the center of all of this.

“Sir”, Midnight finally spoke up. Her voice collective, yet stern.

It wasn’t until then that Silver noticed her friend’s hand was planted firmly against her wrist keeping her in her seat.

“...if I may interject”, she continued. “Though I understand the concerns of the circumstances at hand. Based off what you’ve said, you don’t have all the facts”.

"Whatever do you mean?" 

Nezu's serious features made Nemuri's friends stare at her even harder.

Midnight was about to spill everything that really happened after the girls' stories and that made them nervous; all on its own. 

Nezu was definitely going to "rip them a new one" if she didn't have a plan.

"Well..." 

Back at the bar...

Nemuri got most of what was happening between her uneasy stomach and spinning room. 

"You're destroying mine." 

She kept thinking this was a mistake from the start. 

Why did they have to listen to Silver when she proposed going to a villain bar? Who, in their right mind, does that? 

A loud crash, "she broke the table with his head." 

That was definitely Aoi. Who the hell would dare get in between her and her drink? 

"Alright guys..." Nemuri tried getting her friends' attention; knowing her words were in vain. 

Aoi and Silver kept an eye on their trio but they were so focused on the villains and throwing them out every window, they didn't notice Nemuri trying to get their attention until she got up from her seat and tore the sleeves of her shirt.

Her quirk making its presence known with the sparkly stardust flowing and feeling the air all around her.

Aoi was quick to catch on her friend's intentions, using her quirk to enhance hers and make the hypnotic cloud bigger, making sure it would be able to include every villain in the bar. 

Silver, on the other hand, wasn't. 

Being the one to actually start the fight she was quickly consumed by her need to punch someone. 

So much so she didn't pay attention to her surroundings. Not paying attention to what her co-heroes had created and thus... not thinking of what a spark of fire would have done. A snap of her fingers and... 

"Wait, Silver no-" 

BAAM!!!

“So, what you’re saying...”, Nezu pondered the X-Rated hero’s words, “it was all Mrs. Heiwa’s fault?”

The mongoose’s cheery voice stabbing the mystic like a knife to the chest.

“Sounds about right to me”, Aoi suddenly cut in nonchalantly, “case closed. Can we go home?”

“SERIOUSLY?! WHAT THE HECK, AOI!!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!!!”, Silver shouted toward her pouty friend on the other side of Midnight.

“Tell that to my sake”, the bitter metamorph mumbled.

“OH, SHUT UP, YA DAMN SIDEKICK!!! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO HOLD A CUP!!!”, Silver continued to shout completely unaware of a well-manicured hand beginning to rise from underneath the desk.

“Not my fault that you can’t hold what’s IN your cup”.

“YOU CALLIN’ ME A LIGHTWEIGHT?!”

“Don’t remember you holding silver hair away from the toilet”.

Two sharp deafening whips silenced the two bickering women. 

Nezu was left in a light sweat upon the two bright red prints left upon the cheeks of the metamorph and the mystic as Midnight lowered her flogger from sight.

“What I’m saying, sir”, the agitated woman began as she suddenly slammed a ridiculously thick binder upon the mongoose’s desk, “you haven’t been informed of the entire situation”.

The woman’s confidence, of course peaked the principal’s interest, as well as the anxious curiosity of the two women beside her.

NEMURI KAYAMA. AKA: MIDNIGHT. LEADER OF HERO TRIO ARCANA AND DESIGNATED MOM OF THE GROUP. AS YOU CAN SEE, THEY GET PLENTY OF DISCIPLINE.

“You see, sir, some people believe that due to the presence of heroes, it is not necessary for our city to be spending money on police forces. When the truth is police patrols are just as important is not more. It is how heroes are able to maintain an ability to do their jobs properly and without situations arising where drastic actions must be taken”, she began to explain.

“A hero’s job is to combat the conflict of the world, but what most don’t know is that patterns in crime must be identified for heroes to develop the safest and surest strategy to assess the situation and at the wrong place at the wrong time, could end in disaster”.

“Fortunately”, the woman lightly grinned, “we were here at the perfect time”.

“Of course the media is only going to exploit the property damage which in turn would cause civilians to lose trust in the safety of heroes patrolling the city, as well as our competence in teaching”, she admitted before a planting a solid finger upon the binder, “but, I have something much more valuable than a petty story to ruin UA’s reputation”.

“My my, what is this?”, Nezu cheerfully asked as he took the binder in hand.

“That, sir, is all unsolved crime reports of certain sections of the city”.

As the principal opened the binder, Aoi and Silver could’ve sworn they felt his soul plummet to the floor.

“As you can see, sir, over 57% of our city is lacking in surveillance and police patrol. Though there have been many complaints of activity, there is clear negligence in keeping these areas under watch. Resulting in multiple properties being used for criminal activity”, Midnight continued, “One of these properties being…”.

“The bar you girls destroyed…”.

“Precisely”, the x-rated hero shouted in triumph.

How did she even find this so quickly?, the women thought to themselves, slightly unnerved by their friend’s investigative talents.

“My goodness”, Nezu lightly stuttered as he continued to look into this disturbing news. 

“There are, however, multiple reports of criminal activity at this property”, the principal stated. “AllMight has even been documented to have investigated this property before”.

“True as that may be, pay close attention to the dates of which these investigations occurred”, Midnight countered. “Months almost years apart from each other and over time these villain gangs can easily adapt. Imagine how many times these gangs possibly sensed suspicious activity and fled to other hideouts in other to avoid detection and every report indicates that these groups have been growing more and more in size. This particular bar was a fair size and was packed to the brim. There’s no telling how much they could’ve multiplied. At this point, it would’ve been far too risky to alert the authorities. Any extra suspicion could’ve caused them to flee or worse, also, how long until the city ignored this property again? The risk was too great. Action needed to be taken”.

As much as Nezu wanted to believe there was a better way, he could not help, but agree with Midnight’s observations.

“So, tell me, sir? Is property damages to a known criminal hideout more important than the number of rapists, thieves and murderers brought to justice and the negligence of city officials that could’ve ended their reign over such a large portion of our beloved city sooner?”

The fury in the woman’s eyes sent a chill throughout the room, leaving the principal with only one possible answer.

“And that is how we seized a notorious criminal hideout”, Nemuri proudly, news cameras focused on the three heroes.

“WOW, SIMPLY INCREDIBLE!!! THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS”, the cheery reporter chirped toward the camera into her microphone, “HEROICS AT IT’S FINEST!!”

“It is our job to protect and serve and we do so proudly”, Midnight commented as she smiled and waved toward her fans, signing numerous autographs. The other two women watching on from afar.

“Why is SHE getting all the credit?”, Silver mumbled in annoyance, “I’M THE ONE THAT BLEW UP THE PLACE, Y’KNOW!!!”

“Yeah, you deserve a medal”, Aoi rolled her eyes at her friend with a smirk.

Somewhere in the dormitories…

“…we’re gonna hear about this tomorrow, aren’t we?”, Toshinori Yagi asked as he stood next to an exasperated Aizawa in the teacher’s lounge of UA. The channel currently turned to the news.

“…more like until we retire”.

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Masterlist

Bad Reputation

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | 

Aoi Tamahagane 

Crab-Cake Sandwich

Home Sweet Home

Silver Heiwa

Scars 

Promise

Life lessons

CHARACTER PROFILE

June 1st

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Home Sweet Home Pt. IV

An exhausted sigh floated from Aizawa’s lips as he planted himself upon the small dock behind the farmhouse.

The fact that his muscles ached even a little was slightly embarrassing.

Somehow pro hero work seemed a lot easier than harvesting 375 peaches followed by 4 hours of fishing.

Thankfully, Aoi knew this and planned ahead. A nice hot bath was exactly what he needed for his soreness and to cure the uncomfortable sensation of the sticky sweat that had engulfed his body.

“Feel better?”, Aoi lightly chuckled as she lowered an iced cold bottle of brew beside his face.

“Yeah...”, the man replied with a soft smile. “Thanks”.

“Don’t sweat it”, Aoi replied, taking her seat beside him, her exposed toes just barely grazing the still waters below.

The moonlight dancing upon its surface illuminating her delicate pale flesh.

“Gotta say”, Aoi suddenly spoke up, taking a light swig of her beer, “you bagged a pretty nice haul”, the woman smiled as she gestured toward the plethora of fish set on the other side of Aizawa.

“I’m impressed”.

“Well, I can guarantee if I was on my own, I probably would’ve brought in a lot less”, the man modestly claimed.

“You’re probably right”, the woman joked with a smirk, “but I’ll let you have this one, anyway”.

A light chuckle erupted from the man’s throat as he finally took a swig of his drink.

Further ahead toward the horizon, Shota spotted a pair of koi leaping from the waters in rhythmic formation. 

Neither of them missing a beat.

“Remember when I used to hate you?”

Aizawa rose his attention toward the woman whom was marveling in the same view.

“You never could’ve asked me to work with you like that”, she chuckled as she took another sip of her drink.

“Hm...yeah”, the man smirked lightly as he returned his attention to the water. “You were a real piece of work...”.

“I do my best”, the woman joked with a smile.

“Why was that, anyway?”

“I don’t even remember”, the woman shrugged. “Some stupid teenage angst or something...you lose a lot of useless memories after 14 years”.

“Guess so...”, Aizawa replied taking another swig of his beverage.

Glancing upward toward the billions of stars that speckled the moonlit sky.

“I gotta say though...”, Shota softly sighed, “certainly can’t forget this view...”.

“You definitely don’t get this in Musu”, Aoi added.

“Honestly, with how things have been going, I’ve been too busy to notice”.

“Hm”, the woman lightly chuckled, “sounds like you need a vacation, Eraser”.

“That’s putting it mildly...”, the man sighed in light frustration, “...but it wouldn’t be rational for me to take one so soon. Not with everything that’s happened...”.

“So...business as usual, huh?”

“Until we get a handle on this uprising villain issue, it seems that way”.

“Well”, Aoi’s tone softened as her grip upon the chilly bottle tightened, “...maybe next time you visit...it won’t have to be for business”.

Shota’s heart pulsed upon her words.

As he shifted his gaze to her delicately firm build, he could sense a foreign vulnerability replacing her usual aura.

It was lighter.

Much more...vibrant.

And it deemed itself all the more familiar...

The more he took in the view of her porcelain flesh innocently seeping out of the collar of her loose knit dress, the more he reminisced on its taste...it’s silky texture.

This moment reminded him of the past.

Of how she used to give herself to him.

Aoi could feel his black gaze burning into her. She feared to look herself...but it beckoned her.

Lowering her crystal spheres to meet the men beside her, she nearly swooned at the intense electric rush that surged within her.

Shota was like a wolf that hadn’t been fed in years...

10 to be exact.

So much of who she was back then had fleeted...but it never changed how she felt...

How much she loved him.

Aoi knew what he felt...but...in her years of isolation and Shota’s stubbornness toward expressing this, she had somewhat forgotten.

Did it mean enough to him to take this chance?

Or was it still all business...?

“Well...”, the man started, downing the remainder of his drink, “I think we should call it a night...”.

Aoi felt a light crack in her ear as the man rose to his feet...her chest weighing heavy.

With his back turned toward her, his hands shoved into his pockets, he couldn’t see the woman fighting back the tears that were uncontrollably filling her eyes.

“Big day tomorrow...”, he stated with a heavy sigh, “...can’t afford any distractions”.

“Y-Yeah...”, Aoi nodded to herself as the man trudged toward the guest lodge.

His pocketed fists tightening in agony as he left the broken woman on the wooden dock.

Once he disappeared from sight, Aoi was able to find the strength to make her way back inside her house.

After haphazardly dropped the empty beer bottles into the trash, she grabbed an empty class from her cabinet, filling it to the brim with straight vodka.

The all familiar sound of the liquid crashing against the glass awakening the once sleeping Sake, leaving her to watch her master helplessly as she lifted the glass above her head, light droplets slipping down the sides onto the floor.

“For business...as usual”, the woman sighed as she gulped down the bitter liquid. The harsh acidity scorching her throat.

Aoi all but heard Sake’s somber chirp as she poured another full glass of poison, once again raising it above her head.

“And one more just for kicks...”, she whispered to herself before downing contents of her glass, same as before.

Pure anguish burdened Shota’s soul as he watched in clear view from the lodge into Aoi’s open kitchen window.

In the state she’s in, she wouldn’t care that it was open...she wouldn’t care who saw...she just cared about the numbness that would take hold of her afterward...the numbness from everything in the world...

The only bright side was that this numbness would put her to sleep...and she would be safe...

...and it wasn’t until he saw the final light in her room go black, that he could finally find sleep.

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Bad Reputation Pt. II Enter: Aoi Tamahagane

“So, y’see…”, the nervous mystic concluded her statement. “He…had it comin’”.

An unnerved shake of the mongoose’s head made his annoyance evident.

“Honestly, Mrs. Heiwa, as a teacher at the most prestigious hero school in Japan, you should know how to better control your temper”, he lightly scolded. “What if one of the students would’ve seen you?”

“At a bar?”, a low chuckle averted the principal’s attention to the smirking Aoi planted on the other side of Nemuri. 

“Highly unlikely…especially considering the time. 4 hours before the start of the new semester wouldn’t exactly be the time to be trudging around in the middle of the night”, the sleepy eyed woman commented while staring out the window.

“After all, they would all know by now that Eraser would have their heads if they weren’t all bright eyed and bushy tailed for another one of his riveting lectures”.

Aoi’s collective tone was usually a breath of fresh air during situations like this, but in this case…she more so came off ruder than she probably intended.

And given that the principal was already bothered with the three of them, this more so wasn’t the time for her sarcastic retorts.

“Hm…and as Mr. Aizawa’s assistant”, the principal’s voice returning to his regular cheery tone, “I am sure he would be very adamant about you being the same way, yes, Mrs. Tamahagane?”

The other two ladies glanced toward their silent friend as a mere exasperated sigh left her nostrils.

Last night…

“What the hell?!”

A light sigh slid from Aoi’s throat as her friend proceeded to argue with the man.

“The fuck do you want, little girl?”

Her eyes shut in irritation as she tried to find zen in her mind.

“She said she doesn’t wanna join your little party and you’re destroying mine!! Leave. Before things get ugly”.

Why does she have to be so loud? This is worse than listening to her train with Bakugo.

“Why don’t we show you how ugly things can get for girls who don’t know how to keep their pretty little mouths shut?”

Ooo, goodie, does your quirk cause brain hemorrhages because that’s the only way I could see this getting any uglier.

“Boys”.

I don’t know. Alcohol poisoning is sounding pretty good right about no-UNF!!

A sudden harsh thud against her side shook Aoi from her trance, opening her eyes, finally.

Peering down to her side, Aoi’s confusion abruptly shifted to concealed fury as she witnessed the glass that previously sat in front of her shattered on the floor accompanied by a giant splatter of hot sake on the side of her sweater.

A low grumble averted the woman’s attention to a man pulling himself from the floor directly behind her.

Noticing the smell of hot mango sake, she easily identified him as the culprit.

“Dammit…that bitch”, he growled as he stood, preparing to lunge at Silver. “Wait til I get my hands on y-“.

An abrupt slam, almost identical to that of a double barrel shotgun, silenced the entire atmosphere.

“What the?!”, one of the men gasped as he noticed the table at which the girls were previously sitting at now resembled a pile of twigs upon the floor, with his buddy’s head unconsciously perched in the center of it.

“Sorry about that...”, Aoi’s smooth rustic voice finally breaking the silence as she rose her hand from the direction of her victim into a fist, the titanium rings that coated her fingers tightening against her flesh. “…but would you mind keeping it down?”

If the sound of cracking knuckles didn’t make each man’s nuts shrink in terror, “some of us are trying to relax”, the sudden shift of her flesh to solid titanium did.

“…you’re too loud”.

AOI TAMAHAGANE. HER QUIRK: METAMORPH. SHE CAN SHIFT HER MOLECULAR STRUCTURE TO MATCH ANY MATERIAL SHE TOUCHES, ALLOWING HER TO MANIPULATE IT TO HER WILL. 

“She just broke the table with his head!!!”, one of the men shouted in disbelief.

SHE’S ALSO CRAZY STRONG.

“That sake was really hot…”, Aoi sighed, irritation very present in her voice.

“Who’s buying me another one?”

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Life lessons.

"Again!" Silver ordered, smoothly moving away from a frustrated explosion, "What the hell's that, bubbles? You call that an explosion?"

"SHUT UP, OLD LADY!!!" Bakugo's lack of landing an actual attack on his mentor was getting to his head, making him desperate and less careful of his actions "I'LL KILL Y-" as well as his surroundings.

Silver's punch connecting with his stomach sent Bakugo flying against a near by wall; making his stomach find its way to his mouth.

"That's HALF of All Might's strength behind that punch." Silver commented as she snapped her fingers, making the kid hurl pure air instead of his insides, "It's also HALF of the pain Izuku Midoriya suffered at the hands of Muscular."

"Don't --" Bakugo wanted to tell her not to compare him with anyone else. He wanted to tell her that he could take it.

"Who's gonna take you seriously if you're hurling your guts after a punch like this?"

"Says the woman who throws up almost every time she uses her quirk." Bakugo sassed, whipping the sweat and saliva from his face, "When was the last time you had a 'clear' win, huh?"

"Some years back." Silver huffed a laugh at his answer. At how alike they were at spitting back, "But if you want answers, you'll have to beat them out of me."

The smile stretching across Bakugo's face was all she needed though. Just enough to make sure she didn't hurt him bad enough, "But I'll leave that for the next time. For now..."

Silver told him about the first and only time she'd managed to beat the Symbol of Peace. Bakugo was entranced by the story. Imagining a young, almost villain-like mentor of his going all out on her friend. How much raw power she must have controlled to be able to beat him. What Bakugo didn't know was how it was the first month of Toshinori Yagi as the new successor of One For All. How he couldn't exactly control his power yet. How, like Deku, everything hurt.

"That's badass." He thought out loud and Silver could almost swear his eyes were sparkling.

"Yeah well. It was the one and only time." Silver laughed.

"I never thought you'd be the kind of person to admit weakness."

"Realizing your mistakes isn't weakness, kid. I've made plenty. And the number just keeps going up. Sacrifices, wrong choices... failure to save people."

"Not saving me wasn't your failure, teach." Bakugo mumbled. Knowing full well she had been blaming herself ever since that night.

"Yeah." She didn't know what to say... how to look him in the eyes.

"You could've tried harder than what I've heard though." Bakugo joked, for the first time being a shoulder for someone to cry on. Being a pillar of emotional support for someone else... for the first time, "I mean, other than All Might, I thought you were able to take on anyone. You could've-"

"You know, I was a little preoccupied being punched in the face by Gunmetal." Silver laughed at what he has trying to awake in her.

"Miss Tamahagane took you down?"

Silver thought back at that moment. Aoi tried anything in her power to keep her friend from doing anything stupid. Silver had lost everything that was keeping her from going full on villain against the people who abducted a kid... her kid.

Aoi tried everything... But when throwing Silver against a solid wall didn't seem to work she knew she'd have to take matters into her own hands, be the friend Silver had been needing for the past ten years.

She was the only one who could keep her from hurting anyone... from hurting herself. Aoi was the only one who knew what this outbreak was about.

"AOI GET THE HELL OFF ME!!" Silver barked as Aoi literally sat on her to keep her down, changing her weigh to that of a ton.

If she was being honest, Silver didn't remember much of that "sweet" encounter with her friend. She definitely remembered being punched in the face and yelled at... about this not being what Bakugo would need. About him having to choose... "He's not Todoroki!"

"Teach?" Bakugo noticed her lack of answer and her wondering stare. He'd also noticed her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fist.

He didn't have time to ask on any of that when Kirishima's voice was heard from behind them, "Hey, Bakugo!! Miss Silver!!"

"Kirishima?"

"What do you want, shitty hair?"

"That's no way to talk to your friends, Bakugo." Silver scolded with a laugh.

"We're going into town, wanna join?" The red haired smiled, pointing at Iida, Todoroki, Momo and Izuku standing in the back, waving and smiling; all except Shoto, of course.

"Go. We're done here anyway."

"I don't wanna." Bakugo mumbled, looking at his mentor like she would understand his need to stay away from the people who saved him.

But Silver wasn't having it, "The saved your life, you ungrateful brat. The least you can do is join them on a walk around town. I promise you won't regret it."

"And if I do?"

"I'll give you a ten second head start next time we fight."

"Ok. Cool!"

"Kirishima... I gotta get this kid some ice cream for saving me... again." The teacher waved them away.

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Home Sweet Home

A/N: This is the beginning of Aoi’s journey in returning to UA and becoming a real hero while also sort of digging into her past with Aizawa.

“Man, I can’t wait until we start training!”, Kirishima shouted on the bus in pure excitement.

“I can”, Kaminari stammered as he nervously wiggled in his seat. “We don’t even know what this training is supposed to be? Or why we have to take a bus to get there”.

“Yeah”, Mineta chimed in. “Who knows what sort of hell Mr. Aizawa plans on putting us through this time?”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m stoked!”, Uraraka cheered, “what about you, Deku?!”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous, but the mystery of it all does kind of makes me excited to see Mr. Aizawa has in store for us”.

“Speaking of Mr. Aizawa”, Ashido cheerfully pondered, “why didn’t he come with us this morning?”

“Apparently he got there a day ahead”, Sero confirmed. “Said he’s supposed to meet us there”.

That’s odd, Midoriya thought to himself.

I wonder why…

Yesterday morning…

A sigh slid from Aizawa’s nostrils as he stood, nervously in front of the wooden door.

The vast Tokyo greenery in front of the quaint little farmhouse clearly very well kept. The crops still dripping from recently being watered and there was no slope toward the giant lake behind it like the last time he visited.

This far into the countryside, it was rare to find professional help in home repair. Also, farmers tended to be more reserved and discriminative toward those whom have little experience in their world.

So asking for help from any of them was futile.

She’d been busy.

The rush of regret and guilt that flowed through his body filled him with utter dread, although…he had longed for years to see her face again.

“Here goes nothing, I guess”.

It didn’t take long for the two knocks to receive a response.

“Just a sec”, a muffled voice addressed the visitor only moments before the door handle jiggled.

In that moment, Aizawa contemplated how easily he could flee, but the half a second before the door crept open wasn’t enough time for him to grab his scarf.

“Sorry about th-“, a sudden gasp interrupted the woman’s speech.

Her ocean eyes widened upon her surprise guest’s gaze.

4 years…it had been 4 whole years since the last time he was able to gaze into those eyes.

Still as crystal blue as the day they met as children…but riddled with despair…more and more every time he saw her…but it harbored a beauty beyond his imagination…a beauty that he missed having in his grasp.

Making love to every night…shielding from all of her suffering…

He missed running his fingers through that silky midnight blue hair…the smell of lavender that floated from the roots…her velvet moans as he clutched the follicles in his grasp…

Those nights of sweet love and righteous passion.

He yearned to feel her body against his again…her lips…her heartbeat.

The collection of fresh sweat, their essences colliding in that final moment…collapsing on one another from the delightful exhaustion and passing out in each other’s arms.

To wake up the next morning feeling nothing, but undying love.

Not a day went by that he wishes he was strong enough to stop her from leaving...he always wondered what went wrong between them?

Was it him?

Did something hurt her that he couldn’t foresee…that he couldn’t shield her from?

What was it?! Did it even matter?

No…it was irrational to waste time on the past…but he could remedy this right now.

He could just uproot everything, tell her the truth…that he loved her more than anything…start over, make a life with her right here, right now…for the rest of their days.

No…he couldn’t lose sight of why he came here in the first place…the students…he had a duty to uphold as a hero and a teacher…

“Shota...”.

…no matter how much it hurt.

“Hey…Aoi”.

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Home Sweet Home Pt. III

11am.

What am I doing?

Aizawa thought to himself as he continued to count the beats of the subtle squeaks of the ceiling fan.

He should be sleeping…he wish he was sleeping...

He normally would be…especially after 5 hours of laying in a bed.

“Dammit”, Aizawa sighed in frustration. Pinching the bridge of his nose before turning his gaze to the large window beside his bed.

The lodge was on the other side of the property. Mostly secluded by surrounding trees, but still had a clear view of the lake.

When Aoi moved here 10 years ago, it was just a busted up old shack. Seemed untouched for quite a number of years. So much so that it actually outdated the main house.

Surprising considering the main house wasn’t exactly state of the art either.

Aoi put a lot of work to have it as nice and cozy as it is now, but the work that was done onto this place puts the main house to shame.

Before Shota found Aoi after her departure, she mainly used this place for storage purposes.

Until he started bringing his classes, that is…when he had one.

The main house is a decent size, but mainly only meant for 1 or 2 people. 

That wasn’t much of an issue considering how many students he would expel at a time…

…but Aoi always believed that one of these years, Aizawa would finally the right batch of students…and having that in mind made her realize just how small the main house was.

Aizawa always blew off her belief, but it never discouraged her…and she proved that when she spent an entire winter renovating the lodge with her own two hands to a temporary dorm with enough space for an entire class.

He probably shouldn’t have been so surprised…she had always been so eager and willing to aid in other’s needs…she was always smiling.

It was like sunshine itself had manifested into someone just for him.

Even now…he could still tell that there were still remnants of her old self still deep down inside her.

But with the alcoholism and solitude…you wouldn’t be able to tell just by looking…and that’s what bothered him the most.

Mrow.

Shota’s thoughts were suddenly halted as he shifted his gaze toward the nightstand to his left.

Surprised to see the fluffy Sake gleefully greeting him.

“Oh, it’s you…”, the man softly sighed, lifting his arm from behind his head to pet the friendly feline. “What’re you doing all the way over here?”

The cat only replied with a pleased meow as her purring intensified.

“At least one of you hasn’t changed…”.

Shota smiled toward her before turning his view toward the window on his right.

The lake glistening in the bright sun.

“What’re you doing here, Aizawa…?”, the man sighed to himself as he watched ripples dance with the sunbeams. “This is all just a waste of time”.

“You can’t save everyone…not everyone wants to be saved…you know that…so why are you here?”

In his thoughts, the man barely noticed Sake step onto the bed let alone when she took her place right on top of his chest.

Her cerulean and forest gaze locked onto his own. Her delicate meows floating through his ears as her fluffy body vibrated against his chest.

Resting his head back onto his pillow, he peered back out toward the window.

“Since I’ve been coming here…I’ve been trying to think mostly of the students. Harnessing their abilities…working as a team, stuff like that”, the man explained to the attentive cat. “As a teacher, that’s the most logical way to look at things…but here…I can’t focus…I know that, but I keep coming back”.

“Just wasting time on ridiculous fantasies…”.

An abrupt meow from Sake lightly startled the man as it was louder than normal. The feline was now directly in front of his face. Another meow ringing in his ears and after a brief moment of her playfully batting at his bangs, she turned in the opposite direction of the bed toward another open window.

It was normal for Sake to roam all over the property as she pleased, but given how they were on the third floor of the lodge, this prompted him to begrudgingly rise from his bed to keep an eye on the adventurous feline.

Leaping upon the window seal, Sake returned her gaze to the man slowly stomping his way toward the window with a sigh.

“Don’t try anything funny, alright?”, the man asked as he approached the window noticing nothing, but the many trees that he assumed she was raring herself to leap toward. “It would be a real pain trying to get you down from that high up”.

Suddenly, the man froze once he reached the window, finally realizing what Sake was looking at.

He had never noticed how high up this room actually was for he was surprised to notice that the main house was in view over many of the trees that would usually be blocking it from sight.

He could see the tea garden and part of the vegetable patch…

…as well as the stunning woman gathering its contents…for his students.

He could see clearly…she was smiling. The same smile from back then…the sunlight bouncing off her pale flesh, her silky midnight hair drifting in the gentle breeze. Even from this distance, he could see the crystals in her eyes…

This broken woman…whom did not want saving…the battered beauty…he could see…was still his. In all her glory, in all her silent suffering, was still the woman he fell for all those years ago…and the real reason why he was here…to give her a reason to come home.

To be her hero.

Eraserhead was accustomed to remaining in the shadows…but Aoi dwelled much further in the darkness than he ever had…and to save her from the demons that could drag her any further, he needed to step into the light…to be her sunshine.

And the light chirp that erupted from the loyal feline made it clear that she couldn’t agree more.

With a light chuckle, Aizawa sighed “alright” before turning his heal away from the window.

15 minutes later…

“Okay”, Aoi exhaled softly, eyeballing one lone peach on a high branch of one of her many trees. The bright sun causing her to squint. “Last one”.

Gently placing her hand upon the trunk of the tree, the flesh upon her fingertips began to shift to the surface of the tree until it coated most of her hand.

As seconds passed, the branch the peach hung upon began to extend and lower itself toward the woman whose other arm began to out stretch toward the fruit as it came closer and closer until the woman heard a light plucking sound followed by the sound of a whip just as the branch covered the sun enough for her to notice the peach was gone.

“What in the-“, the woman softly exclaimed before a soft “hey…” caught her attention from her side.

As Aizawa’s scarf resettled itself around his neck, he revealed the peach settled in his palm taking the woman by surprise.

“Shota?”, Aoi rose a suspicious eyebrow. “What’re you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep…”.

“Oh?”, the woman asked in light concern, “why not?”

“Well, this will be the largest class I’ve brought out here and from the looks of it, you have a lot of ground to cover…”, the man explained, a light blush forming in his cheeks as he scratched the back of his head.

“…so I figured you could use an extra set of hands…you lead, I’ll follow”.

Aoi’s heart all, but melted at this to the point she nearly forgot how to breath for a moment.

Clearing her throat, and festering up every ounce of control she had to hide her overwhelming happiness, the Aoi graced him with a light smile.

“Well, in that case, Eraserhead, you can start with those”, the woman grinned before pointing a stern finger seemingly never-ending plethora of peach trees behind the one that was just plucked clean of its fruit.

“…that’s a lot of peaches…”.

“Hell yeah it is, I’ve got 22 mouths to feed tomorrow night and 20 of them are gonna be ravenous by the time I’m through with them so I need every peach plucked and put into baskets before nightfall”, she commanded.

“Think you can handle that?”

A light grin rose upon the man’s face as he snatched his scarf from around his neck.

“Yes, ma’am”.

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Home Sweet Home Pt. II

It was quiet.

An unusual...soothing yet unsettling quiet for the scruffy hero seated at the nicely polished cherry wood table.

The gentle breeze hitting the paneling of the house, the ripples of the lake…the low purrs of the fluffy black Sake as she remembered the man’s scent. 

Aizawa gently scratching the back of her ear much to the feline’s satisfaction.

Centered in Aoi’s kitchen. A perfect view of the lake from the back door window. The blinds lifted clearly to replace the light fixtures about the room with the morning glow.

It was a strange substitute for the bustling city atmosphere Aizawa was used to.

One he could see himself getting used to...

...but he was here on business...

...and business alone.

“So...”, a soft sigh slipped from Aoi’s throat as she graciously poured a cup of freshly brewed jasmine tea for her dry eyed guest.

“...what could the great Mr. Aizawa want with some crusty, dusty ol’ farmer?”, the woman joked with a smirk as she took her seat across from him. The steam from her cup ghosting over her porcelain face.

“I’m sure you could guess”, Aizawa replied. Taking a small sip of his tea.

“Could I?”, Aoi chuckled sarcastically, “it’s been 4 years, Shota”.

The man’s stare grew more agitated in his silence. 

Deep down, Aoi knew her statement wasn’t very fair...but her loneliness and longing for the man she loved spoke for itself.

He hated it just as much as she did...but he knew he couldn’t do a thing about it right now...

And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t know how to even if he could...

And with a light shake of her head, Aoi accepted this.

“…looks good”, the woman commented. Her oceania pools darting slightly toward the scar underneath the man’s right eye.

Aizawa remained silent as he lowered his gaze to his reflection in the green liquid sitting before him.

He hadn’t thought much of what happened at the USJ…it wasn’t in his nature to worry of such things.

Yet…he couldn’t help, but kick himself knowing she wasn’t aware of what happened. It was possibly better that she didn’t know. He was sure she had seen reports…still…if it had been her…he didn’t even want to think of how he’d feel if she didn’t tell him…but…

“…I don’t wanna know where you got it…”, Aoi halted the teacher’s racing thoughts with a risen palm. “Judging by the sports festival, the old lady must’ve given you the works…that’s good enough for me”.

Well, she’s certainly calmed down…the man thought to himself in light suspicion before glancing at the woman’s cup as she rose it to her lips.

“Besides…”, the woman gently smiled, “Sake seems to remember you just fine with it…”, Aoi commented as she watched her chubby cat nuzzle her thick fur against the man’s hand as it rested upon the table. A light smirk rising upon his stubbled face.

“…they looked pretty good too”, the woman continued. “All of them…even that walking mine-field you’ve got there. He looks like a real piece of work…Silvy’s gonna have a ‘blast’ with him”, the woman smirked at her lame joke as she stretched in her seat.

However, underneath the humor, Aoi’s concern wasn’t anything less than obvious…

“UA’s first villain attack…on a bunch of first years…and they still think it’s a good idea to hold the sports festival…”, the woman mumbled. “The administration is fucked, I’ll tell you that. Those kids need intense therapy”.

“Surprisingly, they’re adjusting to the situation rather well…”, Shota replied, “but with the villains growing bolder to pull such public stunts, perfecting their skills is the most logical response”.

“Hmm”, Aoi sighed through her nostrils. “Guess that’s where I come in…”.

“They were ill-prepared with improvisation before the USJ Incident, yet they still managed, but only barely. We’ve realized that there will be times where they are going to have no choice, but to rely on each other…”, Aizawa explained. “And for some of them, that will leave them at a disadvantage”.

Aoi lightly nodded as an amused smirk stretched upon her face. “Classmate squabbles”, she concluded. “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”

“They will need to be pushed…work harder than they ever have before. They will be unaware of the circumstances or the gravity of the situation…they need to understand the precise hardships of being a real hero”, Aizawa firmly explained. “With your quirk and your knowledge of the area…you will have the upper-hand. Use that…and you don’t have to pull your punches, either”.

“Are you asking me to go all out on a bunch of kids?”, Aoi asked defensively.

“It’s the only way for them to truly improve. This world is changing and the villains are adapting. It’s time for us to do the same…and make sure the next generation is ready. They will either do what it takes to pass…or they will give into their petty concerns and fail”, Aizawa spouted sternly. “Either way…whatever happens here…they’ll leave knowing who they’re meant to be…hero or not”.

Aoi was left silent. It was rare for Aizawa to bring more than 10 students to face her, let alone 20. It was only ones he deemed worthy…and unfortunately, most of them wouldn’t make the cut…and Aoi would have no choice, but to go easy.

There was no pulling one over his eyes when she did…however, that was usually the point. If they couldn’t handle her at full throttle, they wouldn’t be able to handle an actual villain…

Still…

A heavy sigh slid from the woman’s throat…

Sake’s double hued iris’ peering innocently to her master across from her. 

“You haven’t changed…”, Aoi softly replied. “…you’re still an ass”, she lightly grinned toward the man.

“And you’re still hiding peach sake in your tea…”, the man commented as he took a sip from his cup. “Aren’t you...?”

With a light glance toward her cup the woman lightly chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Aizawa”, the woman lightly joked, “a splash here and there won’t mess up my game with the kiddies…”, she replied, a lightly smile upon her face. “When will they be here?”

“Tomorrow morning…no later than 7”.

“Wwwwwwell then”, the woman stretched her arms over her head before rising from her seat.

The wooden chair lightly scraping against the floor.

“Better start getting ready…gotta have 20 hungry kids by tomorrow night”. The woman smirked toward her garden. “You’re lucky I’ve got a green thumb…”, Aoi joked as she began to make her way toward her garden.

“I’ll pay you for it later”, the man affirmed before taking his final sip of tea.

With a light wrench of the woman’s heart, her fingers curled against the edge of the back door as a soft, “don’t sweat it”, slid through the atmosphere catching Aizawa’s attention.

“I’m happy to help”, Aoi replied with such a loving smile…enough to melt the ice around Shota’s heart…her silhouette in the door against the crystal lake before she disappeared behind the panel walls.

A sigh slipped from the man’s nostrils as he stood from his seat. A light meow from fluttered from the lovey feline as he did. 

Halting in his tracks, he noticed the cup planted in front of Aoi’s empty seat.

He knew she spiked it...but the discoloration was a bit much for a “splash”.

She’s gotten worse... Shota thought to himself as he lifted the cup toward his nose.

The potent stench of the alcohol nearly drowned out the jasmine, making Aizawa’s nose wrinkle in light disgust.

A light chirp from the ball of fluff averted Aizawa’s attention to Sake’s innocent gaze.

“Oh, Sake…”, the man sighed in light sorrow for his love’s deteriorated soul before pouring the remaining toxin down the sink drain, “what’re we going to do with her…?”

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