#tenko x y/n

[spookyxsprinkles]

Colour Theory, pt. 1: Horizon Line

(formerly known as "Perspective")

shimura tenko × afab she/her and poc friendly reader ft. todoroki touya.

safe for work // 4.8k words // AO3 // part 2. warnings: jealousy + some actions may be considered creepy. low self-esteem, shyness, a couple of very brief musical references, family member death mention.

summary: tenko goes to art school and gets a little crush on a musical theater major.

×X×

Horizon Line -- an actual or imaginary line in a work of art representing the point at which water or land seems to end and the sky begins.

×X×

Tenko had fallen asleep before the performance had even started.

He had long lost track of how long he'd been awake for. It was the end of his second semester in university and the prestigious art program he was in made sure to keep him busy with project after project. He was running out of steam. Honestly, he had been running on fumes for weeks now.

He'd rather be in his dorm finishing his assignments instead of sitting in one of the theaters in the performing arts building. If it wasn't a requirement for Fine Arts majors to attend other Fine Arts events, he would have never set foot in this place. The noise of the attendees filling the room and the orchestra tuning their instruments in the pit was grating his sleep deprived nerves.

He grumbled and crossed his arms as someone took the seat beside him, his leg bouncing as he grabbed the program the usher had handed to him when he first entered. Tenko's bloodshot eyes were barely able to process anything more than The Phantom of the Opera on the front of the flimsy pamphlet, before shutting it and glaring at the scarlet curtains on the stage.

A few minutes later, the lights began to dim and he sighed in relief as the room quieted. He could finally catch some much needed sleep.

He tried stretching his stiff legs in an attempt to loosen himself up and closed his eyes.

Only to open them at the sound of your voice singing to him on the stage.

"Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while, please, promise me you'll try."

Tenko was mesmerized. Watching you on stage woke him up more than the energy drinks he'd been living off of all semester. He was absolutely immersed with your performance. He soaked in your every word and movement and before he knew it, two hours had gone by and the cast was being applauded as they bowed.

He sat in awe for a moment as the auditorium lights flicked on and he stood, shuffling through the crowd. He found a nice corner of the lobby behind a pillar as he and some other audience members waited. He skimmed through the program and found you. He whispered your name like a secret only he could ever know.

The cast slowly came out one by one and thanked the guests for coming. Tenko's eyes darted around impatiently. Finally, out came you in the white gown you wore in your final scene, looking like an angel that had come down to offer his sin-filled existence some respite.

You greeted and thanked the attendees as they praised you and handed you flowers. It was the final night of your musical and you were beaming. Tenko's fingers fidgeted at his sides as he yearned to get closer to you and experience your radiance himself.

A guest bowed and left, leaving an opening for him to approach. He took a step out from behind the pillar, but you turned at the sound of your voice coming from behind you. Tenko recognized the person as the man who played the Phantom and sighed when he saw you turn and leave the room.

When Tenko returned to his dorm, he searched your name online and found your social media. His night was spent watching your videos. He didn't realize how much time had passed until his alarm went off and he saw the sunlight peaking out from behind onyx curtains. It was time for him to get ready for class.

The semester had finished with him acing art and barely passing his core courses. It was winter break and with most students away, the campus was deserted. The thought of having no one to go home to didn't even cross his mind as he spent the break filling his sketchbooks with your image.

His second semester started off much better than the first one. His art had rapidly improved from how much he'd been practicing recently.

He found a spot he liked. It was a small outdoor table nestled between some trees on the southern campus dormitory area. The weather on this side of the country wasn't as cold as other prefectures would be in January, but there was still the occasional breeze that made his dry skin prickle up with goosebumps. It was the rain that was more likely to get him sick, although, since he was under the wide umbrella of the table, he found that unlikely and continued his sketch of you.

A week and a half later, he gulped down the last of his cold medication and slammed the container down in frustration. He leered at the harrowed reflection staring back at him on the dirty bathroom mirror. His eyes were heavy with deep bags, his skin a sickly colour, and his black hair hadn't been brushed in 2 or 3 days. He let out a sigh.

×X×

He found another spot he liked, safe from the chilling late January rain. It was in the performing arts building, in a seating area by the entrance. The art program may have been the school's top program, but the grand architecture and romantic interior design of the performing arts building clearly showed it also wasn't anything to scoff at, despite being was a few stories shorter than the building across the quad that Tenko was more familiar with. It was much noisier here, too.

Tenko had his earbuds in as he slouched on the upholstered chair, sketching, when he noticed a familiar form in the corner of his eye.

It was someone he recognized as your frequent scene partner that you seemed to be joined at the hip with, if your social media was anything to go by. Tenko felt a spark of excitement bubbling inside of him and he looked around hoping to see you, but your face was not among the crowd of students. His hope deflated to disappointment and he scratched the side of his neck. You were likely already in class.

It was ten minutes into the hour when Tenko decided to leave. He gathered his things and carried his sketchbook in his arms as he stood and walked away from the seating area.

He tripped over his feet and bumped into someone, his sketchbook flying out of his grasp.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry!!"

It was you.

Your sweet voice was full of apology as you bent down to grab his sketchbook for him. He watched in awe at how swiftly you moved. He was at a loss for words. Your fingers froze over the edge and Tenko realized what page it had landed open on.

"Is that... me?"

Your voice sounded so pretty, even when you were confused. He felt his face burning as you grabbed the sketchbook and stood. Your eyes stared down at the sketch of you he had just done while in the seating area, when he was itching to catch a glimpse of the top of your head through the crowd.

You were so close now and it was going to kill him.

"This is from my Jekyll and Hyde audition in Spring 2220, right? Back when I was trying to get the role of Lisa. I can't believe it's already been three years since then..."

You were so close now and he knew you'd think he was a creep for watching your old videos and bumping into you. You probably thought he had it all planned out, like some sort of stalker.

"Is it okay if I flip through..?"

His brain was screaming at him to say 'no, give it back' but his head nodded, unable to deny you of anything you wanted from him. Yes, there were sketches of you without any clothes on and he was well aware of how that would look, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He would rip out his heart for you to use as a hand warmer, if you asked.

He watched with a gut wrenching mix of horror and delight as you flipped through and took your time to study every page. Drawing had always come easily for him, with hands being his favourite body part to draw. Expressions were a bit more difficult for him to feel satisfied by so he preferred to leave faces blank or smudged out. With you, he actually put in the effort to capture your expressions.

He could see your eyes carefully observe every stroke he had made and take in the details. The furrow in your brow as you focused had him contemplating whether or not he wanted to reach his hand over to your face and smooth it out or leave it perfect the way it was.

You hand him the sketchbook and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" He had been too in his head to hear what you had said.

"Thank you, I've never had someone draw me before. It feels really nice." You say with a soft laugh.

The sound made his skin itch and the tips of his fingers tingle with electricity. He clutched his sketchbook tight enough to pale his knuckles. His nails dug into the material as he barely remembers to stop staring and nod as you offer him praise and he feels dizzy. You were so nice. Why were you so nice? To him? He wanted to speak but he couldn't decide on what to say.

"I gotta go. I'm super late to practice and my partner's going to be on my ass about it." You sighed. You wave goodbye and disappear down the hallway.

He was also a bit late to class. His figure drawing professor shot him a judgmental look as he entered the room. Tenko couldn't bring himself to care.

You knew he existed.

×X×

The weather was nice and Tenko was sketching at the outdoor table, when someone sat across from him. He looked up and saw you with an ice cream cone.

"I knew you looked familiar! You're the person that's always out here working on something."

He felt his face heating up as you took a lick of your ice cream. You were so forward. He didn't expect you to approach him again. He had chalked the positive end of your last conversation up to politeness.

"I guess you've been drawing this whole time, huh? Mystery solved. Also explains why you're so good at drawing."

"Thanks to your performances," Tenko says without thinking. He immediately panics at how creepy he sounded.

"Oh, is that why you draw me? I thought it was the outfits since the costume department goes all out. Huh, interesting."

You continue licking your ice cream while watching him and he has to look away. He felt so shy in your presence. He didn't feel worthy of your attention. You were so soft, so pretty, so talented and he was just a creep with a crush that couldn't stop himself from sketching you constantly.

He looks down at his hands as he stumbles through his nerves when he explains how watching you had helped him with movement, making his art more fluid and dynamic. When he finishes, he looks up and sees you smiling at him. The sight made his breathing hitch and he rasped out a small, "What..?"

Were you making fun of him? Is that what this was? Were you actually just here to--

"I could do some reference work for you, if you'd like?"

His eyes widened and he could feel his face heating, the corners of his lips tugging. He didn't know how to speak without making a fool of himself and he was thankful you kept talking. He was happy to sit quietly and watch you.

"We could schedule private sessions, that way it can be just the two of us without anyone interrupting."

"What?" Questioned a third, deeper voice.

The two of you look up and see your partner staring down at you while holding an ice cream cone of his own. "What kinda weird shit you getting into now?"

Your brows furrowed. "Hm? What do you mean?"

"Your wording sucks."

You took a moment to think about it and became flustered. "I didn't mean anything strange," you assured Tenko.

"Sure, pervert."

"Anyways, this is my new friend, uh..." you look over at him sheepishly, "Sorry, what's your name?"

"Shimura Tenko..." His fingers fiddle with the corner of his paper.

"Can I call you Tenko? Or is that too familiar?"

Tenko's face heated up, "Th-That's fine..."

You nod enthusiastically before looking back up at your partner. "This is my new friend Tenko. They're the artist I was telling you about!"

"Oh, so you're the creep who draws her naked."

"I-It's art..!" You defended.

"S'weird, but whatever." The man seemed bored as he licked his ice cream and took a seat in the chair beside her. "Todoroki Touya. She's like a leech so you're stuck with her now. My condolences."

You nod as you take a lick of your ice cream, "We are now bonded for life."

Tenko awkwardly looks between the two of them, unsure of what to say. The two performers end up in a conversation and he can tell you were trying to include him so that he didn't feel left out. After some bickering, Touya takes a bite out of your ice cream.

"How can you just bite it like that!? Doesn't it hurt your teeth!?"

He shrugs, "The cold never bothered me."

You hum a song from a children's movie as you pull out your phone and hand it to Tenko, asking him to insert his Line I.D. because you want to friend him. He looks between you and Touya, crimson eyes glancing at the arm the other man was lazily resting on the back of your chair.

"Is that okay..?"

You tilt your head in confusion, reminding him of a puppy. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Tenko looks from your kind eyes over to the man beside you whose turquoise pair that seemed to be blazing with fire. Tenko blinks and Touya's now impassive expression. Perhaps the dark look directed towards him was simply his mind playing tricks on him.

He typed in his username and you send him a friend request as soon as the phone is returned to you. You angle the phone above your head to take a selfie. Touya shoves his head into the frame, lazily sticking his pierced tongue out as he photobombed.

You notice the time and stand up in a hurry. "I still have that history paper due tonight and I haven't even started it yet! Bye guys!" You run off towards the student housing that happened to be across from the outdoor table, swiping your student I.D.

Tenko watched as you disappeared into the building before looking over at Touya who still sat at the table, only to find that the man was already staring at him. Tension thickened the air like smoke from a fire that made him feel almost suffocated. He opened his mouth to speak, but Touya merely scoffed at him. He finished his ice cream in a single bite and left. He watched as Touya swiped his student I.D., shooting the timid Tenko a cocky grin as he entered the same building as you.

Before he could think much of it, Tenko felt his phone vibrate and unlocked it to see you had sent him your class schedule so that you two could plan a time to meet up. He eagerly studied the photo and you sent him another photo. It was the selfie you took before you left.

"It was nice seeing you again, Tenko! Let's set up a day to hang out!! Here's a photo in case you forget who I am."

He could feel the heat rising from his neck to his ears.

You were too cute.

He could never forget you.

×X×

Over the next 3 weeks, Tenko lost track of the amount of times the two of you had hung out. Sometimes for drawing references, sometimes to eat at the dining hall, sometimes just for the hell of it. Your schedule was busier than his, so he was appreciative of the fact that you went out of your way to be with him. Especially on today, of all days.

You and Tenko sat on the floor, your backs against the mirror of the small practice room as he clutched the bag of chocolate cookies you had given him.

They were homemade, you said. You had baked them on your dorm floor's shared kitchen. They were in the shape of hearts, flowers, and there was even a bunny shaped. He didn't think he would ever forget the ache in his chest when you told him he reminded you of a bunny. The cookies had pink and red icing made with natural ingredients, which was why the palms of your hands were stained red from the beet juice. He licked his dry lips at the thought of you working hard. Just for him, too, because apparently Touya was a picky eater so you simply bought blue food colouring to use on his cookies. He swallowed anxiously as you continued speaking.

"I was hoping that maybe I'd get chocolates today."

"Isn't Valentine's Day when the girl gives the guy the chocolate..?"

You nod, "The norm is that girls give chocolates to guys on Valentine's Day then on White Day the guy can give the girl chocolates in response, but you never know! Girls can give girls chocolates, too. It happened to a friend of mine in high school, though it was the guy version of that. Anyways, why do Valentine's Day and White Day have to be gender specific? Just show the person you care about that you were thinking of them."

You sighed before continuing, "I've never gotten chocolates before. I know, it's kind of silly to whine about this, but I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic so can you blame me?" You laugh softly to yourself. "If Touya was here, he'd say yes and that it's my fault. He's always teasing me about these kinds of things." Tenko watches as you purse your lips deep in thought.

Tenko chewed his lip before quietly asking, "And Touya..? Won't he give you any on White Day?"

"Maybe, but it'll be different." You pull up your knees and hug them.

Your thighs were distracting and he struggled to keep his eyes off of them.

"The cookies I gave to Touya were obligatory chocolates, not the 'real feeling' kind you would give to someone you like. Last year, I gave Touya obligatory chocolates and he started complaining because he had already received too many sweets. I was so jealous. At least I managed to convince him to give me his chocolate."

Though he enjoyed snacks, Tenko didn't really care for the holiday. He never really had a reason to... until now.

"Tenko, have you ever gotten chocolates? I mean, other than the ones I just gave you?"

"No."

"So, I'm your first?"

He nodded, moving his head to stare down at the sketch in his lap. His fingers fiddled with the corner of the page, crumpling it more and more until it became limp from wrinkling. He had always found destroying things to be quite soothing for him.

"I..." Tenko was hesitant but decided if you were going to reject him, it was better if you did it sooner rather than later. "I used to live in an orphanage..."

In the corner of his eye, he can see you moving your head quickly to look at him. He tried to swallow his nerves as he continued speaking.

"My family died in an accident when I was five. I was sent to live with a distant relative since there was no one else and the situation was not... ideal. The kids at my new school picked up on my gloominess and shunned me. Even when my great uncle died, my presence would be deemed too unsettling to anyone that tried getting to know me."

He was too afraid to turn his head to look at you so he continued fiddling with the page, ruining more and more of it. You place your hand over his, calming the destruction.

"I used to live in an orphanage, too."

Tenko's eyes widened and he looked at you. "Are you... lying?" He whispered.

"My parents died in an accident when I was little. Wrong place, wrong time. I had no other family in Japan, so I got placed in a children's home."

His eyes scanned your face, looking for any sign of this being a trick but he could tell from the warm sincerity in your eyes that you were telling him the truth. "I don't know what to say."

You smile softly at him, "You don't have to say anything."

The feeling of your thumb rubbing circles against his thumb made Tenko's heart tremble. He wanted to swim in this feeling, to drown in your touch.

He watched your eyes glance down from his dark eyes to his lips, his breathing hitching in anticipation as you leaned in slowly to--

The practice room door opened, making the two of you flinch. Tenko missed the feeling of your hand as you leaned back and glared at the intruder.

"I thought I told you to knock before opening doors. You scared me." You folded your arms against your chest.

"I guess I won't give you my chocolates," Touya taunted as he walked over to you. He dropped his bag at the side of you Tenko wasn't on, making a loud 'thump' as it hit the wood floor.

"Chocolate!!"

Touya smirked as you opened it and pulled out a heart shaped cookie with the kanji for love written in icing.

"Whatever, eat later. We've got rehearsal."

You look up at Touya while stuffing your face before looking over at Tenko, then back at your partner. "Already? It's not for another twenty minutes."

Touya rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag before you could reach in for more sweets. "Early is on time, on time is late."

"Hey, that's what I tell you! Don't use those words against me, they sound weird coming from your mouth." You wipe your hands against a handkerchief before moving to stand up. "By that logic, you're always late."

Touya moved towards the door, beckoning you closer with the bag, "Here, doggy."

"Doggy..!?"

"If you spin around and bark I'll give you a treat."

The two of you could hear him laughing as he walked out of the room with the bag.

You pout, "That Touya... doesn't he know dogs can't eat chocolates?" You shake your head and Tenko stands, pulling his backpack on. "I guess I'll... see you later then?"

It felt kind of awkward now, but Tenko didn't mind that much. He only wished that your time together wasn't cut so short.

"Yeah..."

"Can't wait." You grin and walk out of the dance practice room together. You wave as you go down the opposite side of the hall to catch up with Touya. In the distance Tenko can hear you woof.

As Tenko exited the performing arts building, he felt his phone vibrate. He opened it and saw a selfie of you with chocolate smeared on the side of your face, while trying to shove Touya's face out of the frame and seemingly getting the chocolate on his face in the process.

He grinned. He also couldn't wait to see you again.

×X×

"Chocolate? For me?" You gaped at the small bag of chocolates.

Tenko nodded, his eyes shyly peering up at you as you grabbed the bag and opened it. "There's only four. I made more but they… got ruined…"

"They're handmade?" Your face softened at him, making his heart flutter and his fingers flex at his sides in excitement. You took a bite of one and grinned wide, covering your mouth with your hand as you spoke. "This is really good, Tenko. I didn't know you could cook."

Tenko couldn't but he wasn't going to ruin the moment by speaking. He watched as you ate. The two of you were sitting side by side at his favourite outdoor table near your dorm.

Last month, on Valentine's Day, the end of your conversation was a little awkward but thankfully it was gone the next time you guys saw each other. Once again, the two of you had hung out together a bunch of times. The biggest difference though was proximity. Tenko had noticed you getting closer and closer to him at every encounter.

"I finally received chocolates from someone. I'm really happy that it was you, Tenko."

He felt like he died and went to heaven. It would explain your presence. You just needed a halo.

"They're…"

Your eyes looking up from the bag made him nervous and he shook his head, deciding it was better if he didn't finish the sentence.

"They're what?" You ask, sensing his hesitation. "It's just me," you reassure.

"Just you..?" Just you? Just you?

You smile at him before looking down at the bag of chocolates with a pensive expression for a few moments. You look back up at him.

 "Tenko."

"…Yes?" His voice nearly broke. Did he go to far? Did he?

"Even if your hair is always in your face, you're pretty cute." You reach out and brush his hair to the side, tucking it behind his ear. The warmth of your finger tips were no match for the heat flaring across his entire body at your sweet gesture.

You giggle and slowly lean in to his face. He doesn't move. He is frozen. You place a kiss on his cheek and he panics, moving further away in his chair with his hand coming up to hover over the site of your affection.

"Y-You kissed me…"

"I-- I'm-- I'm sorry! I didn’t think you would be offended by it. Are you okay?"

"What about Touya!?"

You look at him with a puzzled expression. "What about Touya?"

"He's your boyfriend, isn't he!?"

"Huh!?" You sat up straight in your seat, eyes wide with shock. "I don't have a boyfriend??"

"What.!?"

"You mean --this whole time-- you thought Touya was my--" A laugh escaped your lips for a brief second until you collected yourself, looking at him seriously. "Touya's my best friend. I mean… I did like him at one point but it wasn't reciprocated. Not that it matters, that's old news. I like you, Tenko."

The air left his lungs and he was pretty sure it wasn't going to come back anytime soon.

You liked him?

You?

Liked him?

Shimura Tenko?

Was he dreaming? Hallucinating this entire conversation? It was the only way any of this made sense.

"Here, eat some of these chocolates with me. They're really yummy. The perfect mix of sweet and salty." You pluck one from the baggy and lift it towards his lips. He stares into your eyes then down at the chocolate.

"I'd rather you eat them…"

You pout, "Okay, I won't force you."

You nibble on the chocolate and Tenko licks his lips at the sight.

"What?" You half-laugh. His eyes snap back up to yours.

"I like you, too."

"You do?" You look at him shyly. "I guess now would be a good time to tell you those chocolate cookies I gave you last month were the 'real feeling' kind?"

You've liked him for that long?

Tenko couldn't control himself anymore and, without warning, he leans in and takes your lips into a kiss. It's clumsy and awkward just like him, but you don't shove him away.

He can taste the salty sweet on your tongue as you kiss him back and though he wants to keep going, his lungs protested. He pulls back and the two of you stare at each other as he gathers his bearings.

"Was that your first kiss?" You ask.

He offers a small nod, "It was that bad..?"

"It's okay, we'll have plenty of time to practice."

Surprise filled him. "You want to d-do it again?"

You giggle, "Of course I do. As long as you're alright with it…"

"Right now? We can do it again right now?" He knew he sounded eager but he couldn't bring himself to care. He needed to feel the softness of your lips against his own.

"I like your enthusiasm." You laugh. "Let's do it when it's just us, okay? We're in public. I'm sure we can schedule in some more uninterrupted private sessions, right, Tenko?" You teased lightly.

Tenko gulped, nodding since he didn't trust his voice at the moment.

You weren't disgusted by him, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to be alone with him. You accepted him and all his faults.

You liked him.

Tenko, impatient as he was, could wait as long as you needed him to.

He loved you.

[sugarakis-p2]

Ten-chan is the worst ch2

Art by me...be sweeties and give credit if you steals it ;x

[previous chapter 1: Alternate universe Tenko a UA student but no hero. Reader x Tenko F/M]

You're a roller coaster of emotions has been full of conflict between you and Tenko. Despite your mother's warning, you decide to take matters into your own hands and ascertain the truth behind Tenko and Touya. You bask in the glory of a selfie with All Might and your excitement soon turns to another argument. As if that wasn't enough, you go a step further and force Tenko to confront your Dad so you can go on your first date in your life. Only that first date will be with Tenko of all people. But it's time to figure out how you feel about your blackmailer. Because things are feeling less and less pretend.

Warning: Toxic relationship, there is a reason I say the worst in the title. when really everyone seems pretty bad. There's fluff, romance, and naughty bits. Oral sex, fingering in front of Dad...Mom is boss though

Chapter 2:

You blubber into your body pillow when your Mom comes in with soup and places the comb next to it on your desk.

"Honey, I could better help you if you told me what is happening?" She said, sitting next to you on the bed. 

When you came home, you wailed. You didn't tell your Mom much of anything, and you want to keep it that way. You can not stand the thought of your Mom seeing that side of you and judging you. You stalked a boy, got blackmailed, and started having feelings for that jerk.

"That nice boy keeps coming over. When I told him you weren't feeling well, very sarcastically, I might add. He came back with soup and sits on the steps as we speak. He seems to care about you."

"I know, he won't stop texting me," you groan. You reach over and smack your phone to the ground. It was the source of all your troubles.

"Mmmhmmm, it has to do with him. If you want me to get rid of him, I will, but you haven't taken his clothes off, and you have a noticeable hickey on your neck from the charming man on my porch, I assume," Your Mom wryly grins. You cringe and curl in on yourself. However, when you think about it, your Mom can help you. Hell, you begged for it when you came home. You sit up suddenly, taking a page out of Tenko's book, and think of what you'll say before you say it.

"I found out that Tenko slept with all the past girls in the gaming club. The comb he gave me is the same gift he's given other girls. I'm not special to him at all," you snivel, your voice breaking on the verge of tears again. Mom mulled over what you said and then raised an eyebrow at you.

"Did Tenko tell you he slept with other girls? I thought you said there was only one other girl in the club," she questioned.

"No, he didn't tell me, and yes, there's only one other girl, but that is because I was given the impression he chased them off by sleeping with them like a one-night stand."

"Given the impression, huh? Was it from the girl he slept with? So, have you seen other girls with that exact comb?" 

"No," you huff. You may have reacted emotionally instead of logically. You didn't ask any of these questions, and it annoys you that you need solid answers. You try to shrink yourself more in the corner.

"Hmmm," your Mom reflected, "It appears as though a conversation between the two of you is in order. Speak to him calmly and rationally. I know him only a little, but I cannot believe that he does not find you special. A man would not go to such lengths, procuring thoughtful gifts and incessantly loitering on my doorstep, if he did not have strong affections for you." You cringe when your Mom says it like that. Your

Mom got up to leave you with that. You can't stand her having the last word.

"How did he look?" you inquire eagerly, your Mom's eyes widening with anticipation. She knows this isn't just idle chatter. You're genuinely hungry for the juicy details, and Mom is happy to deliver.

"He was sweaty and gasping because he ran here from the bus. He was worried you didn't answer his texts. So, your sweet Mother informed him you are ill and not seeing anyone in my most venomous tone. I also gave him this look," Mom demonstrated her disgusted shrewd look, disapproval radiating from her body language with pursed lips and a narrowed side-eye. It should have left no doubt in Tenko's mind of her dissatisfaction.

"Fierce," you said with an eye roll.

"I know, right. And you know what Tenko-san did? He left for two hours and then showed back up on my porch with that soup," she continued, her voice filled with emotion. The expression on her face as she recounted his gesture filled you with wonder. "Two whole hours!" she exclaimed. "He must have gone to the market and made the soup from scratch." She nodded her head, admiringly at her own conclusion. "I told him you wouldn't even come to the window to wave at him. He said that was all right. 'I will wait,' he said. My heart skipped a beat. Your father used to do things like that. You should really try the soup. It tastes like he poured love into it," she said with a sense of finality before she left. Her words lingered in the air as you felt that you had just heard something special.

Muttering a curse, you crawl slowly onto your desk and peek out the window. Tenko is playing a handheld gaming console and drinking a boa tea, seemingly ready to stay there for a while. You frown and sighed, annoyed, as you watch him stand up and unashamedly relieve himself onto your beloved bushes. You sink down, feeling the warmth of the soup on the desk beside you. She had said it was filled with love. You take a spoonful and sniff it. Not able to identify any of the ingredients. You throw away your apprehensions and bring a spoonful to your lips, only to nearly gag as you take a sip. 

Your face contorted in agony as you hastily spat out the dreadful concoction, "AARRGGHH! That tastes like pure salt! That doesn't taste anything like love!" Your scream echoed through the room as you dashed to the sink to rinse the wretched flavor. A hearty laugh from your Mom subsequently followed your moans of suffering. "That was so cheesy, Mom!" You yelled at her. Tenko did make it himself which means he did pour love into it. Why did it have to be so bitter? 

Your heart contracts with pain when you think of how you treated Tenko. You had jumped to conclusions, and you shook your head in disbelief. Is what they say about Touya true, or was he warning you about Tenko? You never wanted to admit just how much you were coming to care for Tenko. More than just a nice blackmailer. Your thoughts spin rapidly as you cup your face in stress. How could you have a real relationship with him dangling that over your head? You can feel your determination rising as you realize the only way to get out of this mess is to act. You are also not so naive as to think talking to Tenko will solve your problems. Despite what your Mom thinks.

The man is a liar, among other things. You can almost taste the fear that is rising in your throat. Walking towards the door, your head races with questions - will he threaten you again? Is he here because he knows you are his or because there is something more hidden behind his piercing eyes? Taking a deep breath and swallowing your dread, you pick up your phone. You steel yourself and head off to face Tenko.

Tenko jumped to his feet when he heard the door opening. His face more dower than usual, and relief washed over it when he saw it was you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his lips melted onto yours, and it was like nothing you had ever imagined from Tenko. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The energy that flowed between you became nearly physical, almost like the air quivered with electricity that pulled you together. A passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity and ended too soon. Your eyes closed, and a low moan escaped your lips as your tongues tangled together before parting.

"Ten-chan, you moron. I'm sick. Not only that, my Mom is watching," you pushed him as you both looked over to see the curtain shift. You roll your eyes when you look up at Tenko, his expression unreadable.

"Why didn't you answer my texts and calls? Did Touya say something? Are you hurt? Don't ever make me worry like that again, or our deal is off," he snarled. His lips found yours again, this time with more passion than before. He gently pulled away, and you felt almost dizzy with emotion. You opened your eyes and saw the same feeling of awe reflected in his gaze. Tenko is very emotional in private. He is careful with it, and it makes you wonder why?

"No, nothing like that," you mumbled bashfully. 

"Was it what I texted you?" Tenko asked suddenly with concern.

"What did you text?" You growl, pulling out your phone. Shocked when he swiftly snatched it out of your hand. Your heart races as you feel Tenko's eyes burn through you. He offers no explanation for why he's taken your phone, but his searing gaze leaves you trembling and desperate for answers. He starts scrolling through the messages, erasing whatever he reads before returning it to you. 

A deep, uncomfortable silence stretches between the two of you until, finally, Tenko pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you. Despite the warmth that envelops you, the lingering mystery of what was erased remains, and you can't help but worry about what else was wiped away during Tenko's swift cleanup.

"I texted lies and stupid things," he admits, his embrace regretful, and he tightens it as if he's worried you'll run away. He lets you go with a worried expression, "Don't worry about it. They are gone now. It doesn't feel like you have a fever and are still wearing my hoodie." He reaches for it, but you smirk and push his hands away. His words hang in the air as you clutch his hoodie closer around you, stepping away from him. You can tell he's sorry for what he texted, but there's also a glint of something else in his eyes. Not just regret but something mischievous. 

"It's staying with me. I'm keeping it. It's an apology for whatever you texted," you tell him firmly. 

"It's an old rag," he says, trying to find some way to lessen the tension. "I'll get you something nicer." 

You narrow your eyes and shake your head. "No need. This one will do just fine. It's comfy, and I'm keeping it. Thanks for the soup. I'm super sick, so don't bother me. Quit watering my Mom's plants with your piss and go home!" You take a deep breath and shake your head in disapproval. You stepped back, going into your house, glancing at Tenko sternly, trying not to show too much emotion. "I'll see you at school. Good night," you said, firmly closing the door. You take a peek at him through the mail slot. You call out, your voice ringing with a tinge of worry, "Send me a text when you get home." Your phone pings, and you see it's from Tenko. A smile of reassurance rises on your face.

Ten-chan: I'll be back tomorrow

You: It better not be for my hoodie. I told you to stay away. I'll see you at school.

You won't tell him you're keeping the hoodie because it still smells like him. You grip the baggy hoodie and inhale. You can still feel his presence with every inhalation, like a phantom hug from the past. Must and plum rain, you are so distracted by the scent that you are caught off guard when your Mom says "boop" and shoves something in your mouth.

"What the hell," you shouted, horror-stricken as you tried to choke down whatever your Mom had shoved in your mouth. 

"It's the pill. I'm trying to save you from a lifetime of regret. Do not let that boy trap you with a baby. At least, not until your ready," she said, sweetly throwing a packet at you. Your stomach churned, you knew instantly what it was for, and you cringed inwardly. 

"No way! We're not doing that kind of thing!" You screamed, grabbing a glass of water to get it down. 

"Neither was your father and I until we did!"

You sigh. Flopping on the bed and putting the pills in your nightstand drawer. You pull out your phone and go into your archives. Of course, it's yelling, threat, threat, yelling, panic, panic, threat, panic, apology, hundreds of times repeated. What was more interesting was Tenko had erased Touya's messages. The last one from Touya was needy.

Touya: You didn't text me when you got home. I was a worried cute little mouse. (sad face)

You texted Shuichi, and then you sat at your computer. Downloading and printing pictures of Touya. You spent hours compiling before falling asleep in your new favorite hoodie.

A few days later, you meet Tenko at school and get settled back into your routine of pretend girlfriend. You and Tenko spend the days immersed in a whirlwind of passionate and heated encounters, everything from heavy petting, outercourse, and oral sex, to stealing alluring glances. Only stopping when the bell for class rings or you need to go home. Your infatuation for him has been slowly growing with each of these romantically charged meetings, and soon, Tenko is finding his way into all your fantasies. But, as your newfound relationship grows more intense, an unavoidable obstacle lies ahead, you don't understand your feelings for your blackmailer.

"Let me put it in. I promise to make you feel good," Tenko purrs. Weeks pass like this, with Tenko becoming more frustrated when you tell him no. 

You are heading to the front gate early to set up a surprise for Tenko when you see Tenko is already there and he's talking to someone. Shit, he is always here earlier than me, you pout to yourself. You are about to dodge behind a tree when Tenko looks over his shoulder and sees you approaching, surprise ruined. His eyes widen, and he says something to the person he is talking to. When you come closer, you are boggled by what your seeing.

With a powerful BOOM that shook the ground, vibrating the air around you, All Might burst through a cloud of dust and smoke like a magician, announcing his arrival with a booming voice. His massive golden frame seems to radiate in the morning light, and the legendary hero can't help but flash his signature confident grin. You squeal with unbridled excitement. His presence is larger than life. All Might proclaims: "HELLO! I am here!"

"IT'S ALL MIGHT! Tenko, it's All Might! Oh, my fucking god! All Might!" You screamed, yanking at Tenko like he didn't have eyes, your heart pounding wildly as you regarded the legendary hero standing just a few feet away. He didn't look like All Might from far away, but there was no mistaking it now - this was definitely the symbol of hope, the one and only All Might! Tenko looked bored. 

"Quite a mouth you got," All Might chuckled.

 "Oh fuck, I cussed in front of All Might! I'm so sorry! My mouth has a mind of its own when I get excited. Fuck! I'm sorry! Fuck! I'm sorry! Um ..uh..ummm, fuck! Sorry!" Oh no! I'm embarrassing myself in front of All Might! Your mind screeched. You are telling yourself to stop, but you are caught in an insane loop of cussing and apologizing. Tenko sighed and clamped his hand over your mouth. 

"All Might, this is my girlfriend. Would you please take a selfie with her so we can get to class?" Tenko drawled in his typical monotone. You nod yes like crazy. 

All Might beamed and exclaimed, "Of course! Anything for a fan and girlfriend of young Shimura! I see you're growing your hair out, Tenko." You were overwhelmed with gratitude that Tenko saved you from your mouth, and your joy was only compounded when you got a selfie with the most handsome and nicest hero. 

Tenko took the picture before suddenly shoving your phone back in your hand, dragging you away to class and from All Might. You had no time to expect it, and it felt like he wanted to rip your arm off as you stumbled to keep up.

"Tenko, you're being rude! Thank you, All Might!" You shouted over your shoulder. "Tenko slow down," you begged.

"We have to go, or we'll be late," he hissed.

"Glad to hear you're taking your studies and your future seriously. Consider the offer, young Shimura!" All Might shouted after Tenko. Tenko freezes and stiffens, violently scratching his neck with one hand and squeezing you too tight with the other, the black enamel flaking and cracking. His eyes almost seemed to glow with bubbling hate.

"My future? Why don't you shut up and die already?" Tenko seethed. Tenko's words were like venom as he snarled at All Might, his grip on your arm like death itself. You glance back at All Might, and the sight of him, so bereft, brings you close to tears. "Shimura," he sighs, and the sorrow in his voice is too much for you to bear. The doors closed on the saddest-looking man you have ever seen, and you look away. Tenko's hand pulls you in his wake as he ushers you down the long, abandoned hallways.

"Tenko, my class is that way," you yelped. Startled as he swept you off your feet. His grip was solid and powerful, yanking you into a rundown room. You felt a wave of dread wash over you as he pushed you down, landing on the musty wrestling mat. Suddenly, his lips were on yours with a ferocity you'd never felt before. It was aggressive, sloppy, and hurtful. Pushing him away, you gasped for air. It felt as if you were drowning in his saliva. This wasn't anything like the gentle, passionate kisses from before. This was something new and terrible.

"Tenko, slow down. This hurts," you panted.

"Good!" He roared, his eyes piercing you with their absolute hatred. Did he hate you? The question made fear ripple through your veins. "You gush for Touya like a dense little schoolgirl with a dumb little crush. But you gushed over All Might like a stupid slut. Disgusting. Are you wet for him too?" He spat, his teeth tugging at your nipple through your clothes as he shoved his hand between your legs. You acted instinctually and reared back, slapping Tenko as hard as possible. Panting with rage and fear, you scrambled away from his reach, desperation clawing at your heart.

"No!" you screamed, your fear quickly turning to rage. "I may have to pretend to be your girlfriend, but I refuse to be your emotional punching bag or your...your...fleshlight!" You breathed heavily, trembling with fury. "Do you understand me? Stop! Tenko, you're scaring me!"

He hadn't moved. Like a broken doll, he remained perfectly still as his cheek turned red. 

"You're right, but you can't leave me. We have a deal," his voice wavered. Your eyes narrowed, and you threw the bag you'd been carrying at his chest.

"Don't you come around me until you can treat me like the friend part of girlfriend," you hissed. Marching off to your class, cursing him.

Tenko looked in the bag. He stood there with eyes wide with surprise. You'd put so much thought into the gift you made for him. A bento box overflowing with all his favorite things neatened up carefully with a beautiful hanky. His sweatpants were cleaned and pressed. But it was the little bag and its contents that genuinely made his heart swell, chapstick and creme that you'd handmade just for him. He pulled out the card that sat amongst them, and little hearts swirled around, 'For Ten-chan!' it read.

I remember painting your nails. You said your quirk had changed your appearance. I could tell it hurt when we kissed, so I wanted to make it easier for you. With all my care, here's a gift to make life a bit less painful. About the hoodie,

Took my friend's hoodie,

A secret I keep inside.

Never leaves him warm.

I'm never giving it back (smiley face with tongue sticking out)

You remembered, he thought to himself. You noticed how kissing made him wince. You wanted to help, to ease his pain. It was a gift beyond anything he'd ever received, and for once, he genuinely felt seen and cared for. You even made a cute haiku. He clutched the bag to his chest and sighed, "I blew it. I don't deserve her."

A black swirl opened, and Sensei Kurogiri stepped through. "Ah. I thought I would find you here. Do not skip your next class. Midnight is more lenient than the other teachers, but that does not mean you can disregard the others," Kurogiri warned. Tenko growled and stepped through Kurogiri's quirk. 

Tenko had been sulking and stealing glimpses for nearly a week. Despite the bento box, you gave him as an excuse to talk to you, he hadn't made the first move to apologize. Ten-chan is a jerk, but not as big of a jerk as Touya, you learned after launching an investigation into the two of them. You weren't going to make the same mistake twice. Tenko needed to grovel, and you needed to talk to Touya. What you heard was not flattering to either of them. Shuichi interrupted your thoughts when he plopped across from you at the lunchroom table.

"What do you want?" Yuki growled at him, her hackles raised and her ears pinned back. He raised his hands in surrender and leaned forward to you.

"You know he's lost weight, abandoned his hobbies, and been holed up in his room, sulking over romance manga with tears in his eyes? It's pathetic. At least, go over and call him a jerk, so things get back to normal," Shuichi conveyed. Undeterred, you blew him an unmistakable raspberry. A deliberate gesture of contempt, accompanied by a resolute thumbs down. The other girls joined in, and you could see Shuichi wavering. He wanted to keep his composure but struggled to retain his stern expression. Shuichi narrowed his eyes at you, then unexpectedly, his lips quirked up in an amused smile. 

"Shiori has been sniffing around Ten." Shuichi pointed.

"The nerve of this tramp," Yuki said, glaring at Shiori as she crept closer toward Tenko. You look to see Shiori is sniffing around Tenko. Is she dumb? Tenko is not in the mood. You can tell by his scratching and glowering. "Yeah, it's pretty obvious it's time for the two of you to part ways," Yuki muttered. Without another word, you stealthily sat next to Tenko and cozied up to him.

"If they get back together, will we see you girls at the gamers club again?" Shuichi asked, his scales turning pink with a blush.

"Maybe," Yuki said as the girls stood to sit at a closer table to get a view of the action.

"Whatcha two talking about?" You asked Shiori. Tenko quickly took advantage and clung to you desperately, throwing one arm around your shoulder to close the gap between you. Shiori looked flustered, still holding her tray and ready to try to sit next to Tenko. But she was too late. Tenko clearly had no interest in her. She was graceful in her recovery.

"Well, Tenko and I talked about going to the festival together. It's said that if you kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel, you will be together forever. It's basically a marriage proposal," Shiori said.

Tenko's other arm snakes around you, pulling you close. It was almost hard to breathe. A deep thrill runs through you, and you can feel your cheeks heat. You desperately struggle to keep in character and lace your arm around him, leaning against his chest and offering him a bright smile. You carefully glance over to Shiori to gauge her reaction, your heart a cadence in an excited rhythm as disappointment and pain wash over her face.

Tenko nuzzles at the crook of your neck. You stiffen and squeak but still play his girlfriend. He only paused long enough to look and Shiori to ask, "Oh. You're still here? What was your name again?" Shiori can't even get two words out. Her mouth gaps in shock. The pain of seeing Tenko rejecting her is too much to bear, and she turns and runs away with her head held high. You can't help but giggle in the aftermath, feeling heady with victory and looking up into Tenko's gaze with a triumphant smirk.

"I like this side of you," he grinned back. Tenko's face lit up, and he leaned closer, nibbling at you as he did. You had surprised yourself, unleashing this hidden side of you that was so daring, so out of character. Even Tenko seemed to have noted the difference, his expression a mix of confusion and rare admiration. "I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?" He asked. You nervously chuckled and thought that seeing your rival driven before you was payment enough. But to him, you turn and say, your face radiating with a devilish grin.

"Come to my place after school."

"Huh? What? I can't invite Touya on such short notice," he graveled. He winced as you grabbed his face and turned his gaze to yours, squeezing how he did to you to make him look at you.  

"I didn't say Touya," you growled sternly, "I said you come over. It's official pretend boyfriend stuff. I want you to meet my Dad." You pulled his face down to yours, lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, your tongue dancing with his as you tried to explain the ways of dating to him. "That's what guys do when they're dating," you whispered as you finally pulled away.

"We haven't dated yet," Tenko rasped. He was astonished and delighted by your dramatic flirting.

"And who's fault is that?" You say. Unfaltering, Tenko pulled you tight to him until you molded to his body and continued to take you in his arms, his eyes smoldering with lust. You could only cling to him and pray that you had made the right decision. He stared into your eyes, a deep, remorseful sadness in his.

"I'm so sorry," he said softly. His voice quivered with emotion as he continued, "I never should have done what I did. It was unforgivable, and I wasn't sure how I could say sorry enough. I swear to you, I will never let it happen again." He released you to squeeze your hands tenderly with his own, and you felt a wave of understanding. You nodded, knowing that it sounded exactly like him. Tenko can sweet talk when he wants to.

"I would appreciate that. Are you willing to tell me what that was all about?" You ask. He shook his head, and you felt your hopes of him trusting you vanish entirely. You sigh. The disappointment is evident in the exhale of air. You slowly get up, and he follows you like a desperate, lonely puppy searching for love and attention. Despite your pressing desire to know the truth, you had to finish your lunch. You glare one last time at him before turning away, more determined than ever to get to the bottom of whatever is going on. 

"You got back together with him?!?" Yuki shrieked. She sighs and rubs her temples. The rasp of her scales is extremely loud, the other girls shaking their heads at you, "You are going to be that kind of couple. On again off again." Yuki shook her head. All you can do is shrug and blush.

After school, he seized you in a passionate embrace, twirling you in his arms, his lips crashing against yours. You gasped in surprise before submitting to the kiss, and when he set you down, you were breathless. His voice was soft when he murmured to you, "If we're just pretending, then why are you introducing me to your father?" There is no way you are going to tell him you want him until he confesses first. But that won't stop you from pushing the boundaries. You'll make sure he knows you've got your eye on him... one way or another.

 "It's time for me to have some fun," you declared. Your eyes sparkled mischievously as you nudged Tenko. "My Dad is a total control freak, never letting me date. I have two older brothers, and they got away with murder. But you're going to change that for me!" Tenko tensed. 

"Are you kidding me?" Tenko growled. Tenko glanced at you with furrowed brows and balled his hands into fists.

"Nope, and you owe me," You said as you guided him to your bus stop. You winked and chuckled. Wiggling your ass in a way that enticed him to reluctantly follow. Tenko gaped as he realized there was no escape. He begrudgingly followed you with a look of utter determination on his face.

Dinner was awkward as Tenko and your father locked eyes across the table and glared at each other. You told your Dad Tenko was your partner on a paper due soon. Your Mother made a valiant effort to lighten the mood with her conversation. Still, the silence between them made it seem like she was talking to a wall. You nervously watched the scene, wondering how this would turn out. You are really making Tenko pay hard for his tantrum.

"Tenko, would you like seconds?" Mom asked. Dad grunted for more, and Tenko meekly thanked Mom but refused seconds.

"You look weak," your father sneered, burning a hole right through Tenko with his icy eyes. "What class are you in at AU?" 

You and your Mother hastily admonished your Dad, seeking to impede the escalating tension. Yet, Tenko and your father continued their silent tug-of-war, unwilling to be derailed.

"I'm in the support course, and I'm not weak. My quirk makes me deadly," Tenko said flatly.

"Oh really?" Your Dad smirked. It quickly disappeared as Tenko reached into his pocket and dramatically pulled out a rock, eliciting a snort from your Dad. Tenko then slowly removed his glove, creating a tense atmosphere. With a swift movement, he brought all five of his fingers down and turned the rock to dust, careful to keep it on the plate and avoid making a mess. Your Dad could only stare in shock with an expression you've never seen before, body shuddering with chills, "You're not respectable enough for my daughter."

"I'm taking your daughter out on a date," Tenko announced. His hand resting on your leg under the table. His fingers massaging your thigh. His hand traveled up like wildfire, igniting a burning desire within your core. His touch was electric, leaving a slow burn that raced through your veins. Your heart raced as his fingers moved closer and closer toward your most intimate area, filling you with an overwhelming sensation. You gave him a look that screamed, 'What the hell are you doing. Not here or now!?!' Tenko smirked at you and continued slowly getting closer to your pussy.

"Tenko," you heard your father growl, "you think you can just come in here and announce that you're taking my daughter out on a date?!" Your stomach lurched as his words pierced the tense silence, dread settling like a heavyweight in your chest. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and mentally brace yourself for what would come. Tenko only stared at him with disinterest. "Are you hard of hearing? I just said you're not deserving of my daughter," Dad growled.

Tenko's tone was unyielding, his steeled gaze focused on your Dad as he rasped, "I'm not hard of hearing. I'm telling you what I will do. Nothing can stop me. I know I'm not worthy, but she chose me." His fingers moved with purpose. The soft brushing of his touch over your panties sent a jolt up your spine.

"Why you arrogant lil shi-," Dad was saying when you intervened. Jumping up and away from Tenko's hand to demand some equal rights. 

"Enough, Dad. Tenko is kind, and you let my brothers date at fifteen," you huffed.

Mom came to your defense with forceful authority. "I think she's old enough to date. Hun, let her grow up," she argued. Knowing the power and fortitude behind Mom's words, Dad gave up his opposition, succumbing to her point of view.

"Date all you want," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stared pointedly at Tenko. His jaw tightened as he got up from the table and stepped towards you, pulling you into a hug. "But we will be having a conversation later...about your taste in guys." You dramatically rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. Tenko simply smirked back.

"Thank you for the meal," Tenko flashed you a smile as he stood up from the dinner table. As he cleared his and your plates, he bowed to your Mom. Then turning back to you, his tone shifted to one of challenge, inquiring, "Do you still need help with that paper?"

With a firm grasp, you pulled him along, an expectation building between you. You know what that is code for. You rushed down the hallway, turning to catch a glimpse of Tenko's face, and you could feel the heat rising between the two of you. With a deep breath, you opened your bedroom door.

"Door open!" Your father exclaimed.

"Ok!" you replied. You spun around and met Tenko with an eager grin before quietly shutting the door with a decisive silent thud. "You did amazing, Tenko. You are so brazen and brave," you gushed.

"Your dad hates me," he rasped, "I don't care, but I'm concerned about how you feel." You couldn't help but feel a surge of elation. Tenko was brave and selfless, something you hadn't seen anyone do before. Despite fearing your Dad's wrath, Tenko stood firm, trying to make sure you were ok. Wetness gathered between your legs as your heart swelled with admiration. You've never seen anyone stand up to your Dad like that, and it made you want him more.

"Tenko, who wants a guy that their Dad can bully. Like I said. You're amazing," You giggle.

"Then I deserve a reward," he grinned. He trapped you against the door. His hand delved lower beneath the waistband of your panties, caressing you as he whispered, "Deny me if you can, but you won't. You want me just as much as I want you."

"I am not going to deny you. You do deserve a reward," you pant. Grabbing him tightly, you push Tenko onto the bed and straddle him easily. You slide down his front, locking eyes. His gaze smolders as you unbuckle his belt and yank his pants open. His colossal cock jumps eagerly out and nearly whips you in the face. In the soft dim light of your room, you drink in the sight of him, admiring its size. As you wrap your hand tightly around it, you can feel the heat emanating from it, thick and hard. Tenko whimpers and moans as you squeeze a bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip. You lightly kiss along his shaft, trailing up to his crown, gently pulling back his foreskin. Opening your mouth slowly, you take him in, licking and sucking as he jerks beneath you, muffling his cries of pleasure.

"Fuck, what the fuck are you doing to me? How am I supposed to contain myself?" His voice wobbled, and he groaned as you teased him with your lips and tongue.

He is so warm on your tongue, and you can taste the lotion you gave him, making you smile around the crown of his head. His shallow breaths grew deeper and faster as he watched with a wild desire, his gaze never leaving your face as you explored every inch with your hands and tongue. Your fingers don't touch wrapped around his shaft. His blush grew deeper, his body trembling with pleasure at your touch. He held his voice back with his hand. You tried to fit more of him in your mouth, but he is so big you mostly lap at his slit. His salty taste invades your mouth.

With a gasp, he parted his lips. He leaned back in ecstasy, his fingers weaving into your hair as you feverishly savored more of his deliciousness. His breaths were punctuated with tight gasps as he grabbed the back of your head, his hips thrusting into your grip. His face burned a bright red as he anticipated your next move, his eyes smoldering with desire as you effortlessly took more of him in. His breathing grew harsher and his grip on your head stronger, sending flames licking up his spine, threatening to consume him. You cup his balls and feel his heavy sack tighten.

"I'm about to cum," he hissed. You knew he was close as you felt his body tense and heard his whimpers. You eagerly embraced the challenge, willing to do whatever it took to bring him to the edge and tip him over. His thrusts became stronger and more intense as you buried him deep in your throat, using every technique you had heard about or could think of, your jaw and cheeks aching. You barely managed to fit him at the back of your throat as a hot stream of his pleasure spit onto your tongue, only to gag and choke as a hot stream hits the back of your throat. His cock twitched and pulsed in your hands. You pulled away with cum still clinging to your lips. He looked at you with a satisfied gaze, caressing your neck, asking in a soft breath, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," you graveled, hoarse from his cock. Wiping his cum off with a shirt, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Tenko yanked you up with a violent tug and threw you onto the bed, your flesh thudding against the mattress. Instinctively, you tried to push him away as he grabbed you, but his strength was too great. He used his own body to pin you down as he ravaged the delicate skin of your inner thighs, forcefully spreading your legs and tearing your panties away. 

"Tenko, I haven't showered yet!" you whimpered anxiously.

"You didn't care when you sucked me dry," he spat desperately. His eyes hungrily gazed at your body, his breath trembled against your wet pussy, and a shocked breath escaped as he begged, "Oh please, can I? I will clean you with my tongue. I've been craving your taste for a week, and now I want to dive in and lose myself. Unless you want to let me put my dick in the juicy pussy? Holding back is painful. Please, let me thrust my cock in you... but if not, just let me drink up your sweet juices. Can I have that much, pretend girlfriend?"

The sharp sting of the pretend girlfriend's comment hurt. You had put in so much effort, yet here was Tenko, still stuck in his games. Nothing had changed, but everything felt different. Maybe sex and true love are different? Questions flooded your mind, but you had to push them down. Of course, love and sex were separate things, but you had longed for it that week too. Tenko is amazing at pleasure.

"Please eat my pussy," you begged in almost a whisper, and you watched passionately as Tenko responded ravenously and started practically devouring your cunt.

His gloved hands roamed all over your body, sending pleasure tingles radiating through your core. You felt his tongue exploring your most intimate regions with fiery enthusiasm. His eager movements had a dizzying effect, pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. The sensation was almost too much to bear as you tipped your head back and moaned with delight. Your skirt had fallen back over his head, intensifying every sensation. Feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, you leaned back, savoring every moment of his talent. You let out a sharp cry as he suddenly thrust in two of his long, slender fingers.

"Damn. You are so tight. All that time breaking in your pussy wasted after a week," Tenko groaned. His lips found your clit, and his fingers moved deeper as he began to suckle hungrily at your pleasure point. Your body quaked with rapture as his expert caresses sent waves of sensation through you.

"You're clenching down and sucking my tongue in," Tenko teased. Tenko's relentless efforts pushed you to the point of no return.

Your breathing intensifies, and your heart races like it could burst. Close to cresting your pleasure when your door creaked open, and your Mother suddenly entered, carrying a tray of tea and cookies. You both froze in the heat of the moment, her gaze stilling the ticking time bomb of pleasure you were about to experience. You sit up, screaming in horror into a pillow, backing away from Tenko as if he were a deadly viper. His expression contorted into surprise as your Mother gave him an appraising look. Her eyes lingered on his exposed manhood. A sly, left-cheeked grin crept across her face, and she silently set down the tray and left.

"Oh. My. God!" you yelped and threw yourself into your pillows when the door cracked open. Your Mom's hand slipped in and dropped something on the tray. Tenko rises, putting his cock away to examine what was dropped. Mortified beyond words, you wanted the ground to crack open and swallow you whole. Tenko, amused by the situation, let out a mocking laugh before tossing the box to you. You felt heat rush into your cheeks while your hands started trembling in a mixture of humiliation and anger at yourself for doing this in your bedroom. Of course, your brothers got privacy. They are magnum condoms.

"I like your Mom. That was a mood killer, though." Tenko opened the door and sat beside you on your bed, "Let's go to the festival," he murmured. Sliding his soft hands around your waist, he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His fingers moved soothingly over your scalp as he spoke, each pass of his fingertips leaving pleasant tingles that traveled down your spine. He continued talking, his voice full of excitement as he dreamt of all the possibilities this first date could bring.

"We'll have to make a night of it, or maybe take the train to get there and fall asleep together on the way back. What do you say?" He asked, gazing into your eyes as if imploring you to take this plunge of a first-date adventure with him. Every whisper of his breath on your neck seemed hypnotic. His words lingered in the air as his lips moved close enough to your skin that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Are you really going to leave me hanging?" he rasped.

"Maybe," you tease.

He gently kissed my neck, temptation in his words as he said, "What if I told you I had something extraordinary in store for you, but the only way to know what it is...is if you go out on a date with me?"

"The only way I'll agree is if you tell me why you flipped out about with All Might."

He sits up, back ramrod-straight, eyeing you but still consumed with contemplation of what he wants to say. The uncertainty of his emotions hangs in the air, crushing in its silence. He finally breaks it. "I'll tell you after our date," he murmurs, desperate hope and fear mixed in equal parts.

"You drive me absolutely crazy when you play coy," you seethe, your eyes narrowing in annoyance.

He sat there, seething with rage threatening to explode like a volcano. You leaned in close, running your hands along his neck and through his soft hair. It has been getting longer. His hate lingered until you touched him. You could feel his heart race in your arms, making every second seem like an eternity. He finally closed the gap between you with a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved in perfect synchrony with yours. Every caress of your lips seemed to send electricity through his body, and you could feel the excitement building. You melted into his arms as they stayed locked in the kiss, neither wanting the moment to end. You forget time until you hear your father's voice calling for Tenko to leave.

 It was getting late. With a deep, tired sigh, you know it is time for Tenko to go and part from your kiss. Tenko stood there, facing your Dad with quiet determination. A tense silence filled the air as their eyes met. Your heart beat faster, knowing Tenko risked himself to ensure you weren't uncomfortable. Finally, with a strong yet gentle voice, he broke the silence.

"We'll leave right after school on Friday," Tenko graveled. It was after Tenko left that the real drama started. Your father loomed and growled like a beast. Tenko's kiss goodbye on your forehead was a parting shot, igniting the fire of fury within your father. The reality of you two leaving on Friday swelled up, and your father's mood shifted to a beastly one. A storm of emotion was unleashed as Tenko left.

"You can date as much as you want but not with 'that thing.' Your quirks are not compatible!" Your father bellowed, rage boiling in his veins, making them stand out on his forehead when Tenko was well out of earshot.

"What in the world are you trying to say? I don't believe a word of this 'quirk compatibility' stuff coming from your mouth! You and Mom, your quirks don't fit together at all!" You glared at your Dad, "Tenko might be a bit rigid, but at least he considers my feelings and isn't one to be pushed around. You've rejected every possible admirer that ever asked me out!"

"This is different. He is different. I would have let you date a million other boys had I known Tenko Shimura would have crossed our path. He is that Tenko Shimura and I have heard plenty about him. He killed his family. I will not let you be his next victim! He's only at AU because of All Might and his grandmother's legacy!" Your Dad screamed. Taking in a shuddering breath, despair crept up your throat, and tears sprang to your eyes. He said he would have let you date a million other boys. But it was too late for that now. You adore Tenko.

"You said I could date. I'm going out next Friday," you growl back.

"You won't date him, not if I have anything to say about it." Your Dad's voice boomed, drowning out the deafening silence which had taken you over. You had heard the rumors, but you never could've imagined it. Tenko Shimura, the boy you had been falling in love with, who had melted your heart with kind words and gentle touches, killed his family. How dare your Dad.

"He would never do that. Until he says anything, those are just rumors and lies. I can't believe he would do that on purpose. He is always, ALWAYS, careful with me!" You shout back.

"You've seen it. Quirks affect personality and desires. That boy is a walking time bomb, a menace to society. Hatred oozes off of him with every step. It's only a matter of time before he takes someone's life, and that someone will not be you. Not while I'm alive! No daughter of mine will date a serial killer under my roof," your father's voice rose as he glared at you sternly.

You glared right back, and with grim determination, you stormed up to your room. Packing up your school things, including your laptop and portfolio, for your final project. You can hear your Mother arguing with your father as you text Yuki. She is right down the street. Yuki always had your back and would let you spend the night in her family's den. Your Mom tried desperately to keep you at home, pleading with her voice laced with tears. 

"What worth is it, running away over a boy?" But you remained steadfast, refusing to be chained to the same pain that had scarred the women of your family for years. Your Mom grabbed you and pressed a credit card in your hand, "It's my money, not his. I really wish you would reconsider."

"The way people treat us and our friends. It's unacceptable. I cannot tolerate quirk prejudice, and I won't have Dad talking like that about Tenko," you said with conviction. Your voice carried the weight of injustice and a fire that could make the stars burn.

The following day your father had ruthlessly packed away every memento in your room, and the tension between you two left a heavy, silent void in the air as he watched you from the window. At least your Mother still offered you an embrace. Despite the turmoil, she wept like crazy, "I saw you rented a storage unit. Won't you come in and talk to your father?" Your Mom cried some more, and your father crossed his arms. 

"No. We both know he's not ready to be spoken to," you say as you pack up the cab. You belt out a dejected sigh as you pack up the cab, not owning much. It didn't take long. Your father stands tall with crossed arms, his expression implacable. A determination filled with fear. You hesitate. Your Dad is scared of Tenko, and that almost makes you falter. Tenko deserved the benefit of the doubt.

"You're both the same. So stubborn," your Mom cried.

The harshness of the week felt like a mountain looming over you. Your only sanctuary was the cybercafé you'd been sleeping at while trying to hide the truth from Tenko. But finally, the day of your date arrived, and with that, the dread of the week subsided its ominous presence. 

With a bag thrown over your shoulder with everything you needed for an overnight stay. Curiosity sparked in Tenko's eyes. You watched as realization dawned upon them, his sparse eyebrows furrowing together and a smile turning up the corners of their lips. You love that he is deceptively clever. Taking solace in each other's company, sharing vape, laughter, and talk of that made the train ride slip by in a flash. You even share each other's music. Who would have guessed he liked video game music? You created yourselves the perfect oasis away from the world as you leaned into his embrace.

"I invited Shuichi. He has a girl he would like to bring along. We'll meet them there and get a group discount," Tenko made conversation. Even though Tenko grumbled and found the small talk tedious, it was another example of his thoughtfulness and consideration.

"Is she someone I know?" You ask.

“Her name is Aya,” Tenko replied.

"Aya is nice. She has the softest fur. I don't mind a double date and a discount." 

"You're not paying for a single thing. I invited you. If you want to pay me back. I can think of a few things," Tenko leered. Tenko hung off you like a greedy, tantalizing vice as he suggested ways you could pay him back for taking you out. Giving you a modest kiss that surprised you. "I think I'll have you pay me back in the most delightful way…" he told you as his hands trailed up your arms, beckoning you closer.

"Any closer, and you'll be inside me, Ten-chan," You say snarky. 

"I don't mind that," Tenko teased. It felt strange, summer was two weeks away, and things didn't feel pretend anymore. 

When you arrived at the stay, he quickly grabbed your bag and wasted no time crossing the area. Tenko seems to like to drag you everywhere with him. You had him store your bag in a locker at the station. Tenko seemed to have a plan and bought you both a drink before pulling you toward the festival. He moved closer and closer, eventually turning his gaze upon you with a playful glint in his eye. 

You could feel the delight in the atmosphere as you both stared into each other's eyes, almost as if daring the other to make the next move. They are such bright crimson they almost sear your skin when Tenko gazes at you. His eyes lit up with a sultry challenge, and his hands moved from your waist to your back to entice you further. The only sound was the beat of your heart, which thrummed in your chest.

"Hey, guys!" Shuichi shouted, waving with a huge grin as Aya followed close behind. You waved back. Your heart sank when you noticed Shiori was there, arm intertwined with Touya's, her face an impassive mask as she stared you down. Tenko was not subtle, like a feral cat hissing and scratching at his eye. He narrowed his gaze as he spat out, "What are you two doing here?"

You watch in disbelief as Shiori rolls her eyes before responding, "I told you about this festival, Tenko." 

Your blood boils as you stare Shiori down. Your grip tightens on Tenko. Remembering your interview with Shiori filled you with dread. You knew asking her about Tenko was risky, but you didn't think it would have ended so badly. That was the moment the two of you became enemies. You can still feel the flicker of anger in your chest as you remember her laughter.

"I left the gamer's club because of Touya, not Tenko," she began, her voice low and throaty. "I don't mind him being a player, but there's a line. When he started chasing after my younger sister, that's when I had enough. Though..." she paused, licking her lips as she stared over at Tenko, who was down the hall stealing glances in the distance. You still weren't talking to him. "I had my eye on Tenko...Why do you ask?" she challenged. Her voice was severe as she stared deep into your eyes.

 "I'm taking a popularity poll for my management course," you answered smoothly, taking a deep breath, watching her, and not liking her body language. You then added, trying to keep your tone light, "I heard he has a girlfriend, though." Shiori's interest in Tenko left you feeling deeply conflicted. While you had very mixed feelings about Tenko, the thought of Shiori trying to sink her claws into him fills you with revulsion. Shiori laughed in your face.

"Well, it's not like they are married," Shiori said, flipping her hair.

Shiori's eyes tracked Tenko as she regarded him down the hall. She slowly began strolling in his direction, her hips swaying in a rhythmic obscene display. You hated how pretty she was while hunting. Her ambition is to be admired, but you still hate watching her stalk your blackmailer. Your eyes meet with Tenko's, and you give him a withering look. He looked away first and started talking to Shiori. 

Tenko bristled with sudden ire, turning and casting one foul look back at you before uttering something cold to Shiori. She followed his gaze, and it was too late. You hurriedly looked away, pretending to be busy writing something down. Seeing him reject her made you happy, and you think Shiori knew it. 

After that, your life sunk to deeper lows. You thought the Internet café was depressing enough with its mix of farting, snoring, and cheap snacks. But then came the unexplained bubblegum plastered on your seat at work and thumbtacks in your shoes, and now, here she was.

"Bigger  group discount," Shuichi said nervously.  

"Had I known we would all be here, I would have driven all of us," Touya said, playing with his car keys.

"Hey, let's have fun," you tell Tenko as you squeeze his arm. He pulls you with him with a slight grin. You stood as a couple hand in hand at the festival. Watching as a few brave souls climbed into the Ferris wheel and soared through the air with its egg-like pods. All around you, the aroma of fried food and the thump of ride music made the scene all the more lively.

The night sky was illuminated with the festival's bright lights, and the joyful laughter of children filled the air. You smiled as you swayed to the beat of the music, taking in the beauty of the carnival games around you. You let go of your troubles and ventured onto a few rides, but not the Ferris wheel. Your heart raced with anticipation to go on that ride with Tenko. Still, the only thing dimming your excitement was the presence of Touya and Shiori. Everywhere you turned, it seemed they had latched onto you like a pair of shadows, never letting you or Tenko out of their sight. They made you feel like prey.

As you passed by a cotton candy stand, your stomach began to growl. Tenko glanced over at you and asked, "What do you think? Do you want some cotton candy?"

You eagerly nodded your head and responded, "Yes, please! I'm starving!"

"You look a bit wobbly," He took your hand and led you to a bench. "Wait for me here. I'll stand in line." Your hand felt ever so slight in his, and he gently pulled you close for a swift kiss. You smiled before giving him one last hug and sending him off. You couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of your future dates. You are starting to hope it will be with Tenko.

Your heart sank as you watched Shiori ghost up on Tenko, her words a mystery. Before you could gather your wits, Tenko had vanished into the crowd, and you squeaked in panic. Frantically you looked around for some sign of him, and your mind raced with dread. Then, just when you thought all hope was lost, Touya appeared right in front of you. 

"Whoa there, little mouse, you look lost," Touya smirked.

"I…uh lost Tenko," you stutter out. 

"Don't worry," He said when he snatched your hand. You squeaked in surprise. Touya dragged you through the milling crowd, determination in his eyes, and you let him. I really am getting too used to being led around by guys,  you think. He pointed to the Ferris wheel, fervently declaring, "I lost Shiori too. I bet we can get a good view from there!"

Yelping in surprise as he hurried you both to the front of the line and before you could so much as protest, he murmured something to the man on duty, slipping him an undisclosed sum of folded yen.

"Wai-," you were saying when you were shut in a small two-person bubble on the wheel, with Touya too close. The wheel lurches, and you are thrown into him. You quickly scramble from him with a squeak. You frantically search for Tenko, and Touya chuckles at you.

"You really shouldn't let your guard down so much, little mouse," Touya grinned with delight, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "You are so cute," he said in a low voice, his breath tickling your ear. "Don't worry, I don't bite unless you ask me to, of course. Wait until we are higher to look," he added. 

"H-h-hey, I have a name," you managed to spit out. 

"But you are so cute and squeak, just like a little mouse," Touya replied. You are trying not to get flustered but fail dismally. The cart jerks, and you clutch at him as the egg sways. 

"S-s-s-sorry," you sputter.

This thing seemed to be made, so you are thrown around. It felt like an eternity as you fearfully clung to Touya. You squirmed uncertainly, and Touya seemed to like that. When you notice you are pressing your chest against him, you shove yourself away. It was awkward for you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible in the corner. 

"Look at that," Touya says. Touya's eyes widened as he pointed out the window on his side, and a surge of adrenaline rushed throughout your body as you leaned forward to see if he spotted Tenko, and the wheel jerked suddenly. You land in his lap in surprise. You scrambled to get off him but ended up wrenching his jacket and inadvertently pulling him on top of you as you landed on the ground with a groan. You both grunted in surprise and as Touya grinned down at you like a mischievous imp, you couldn't help but blush.

"Little mouse, I like how forward your being," Touya purrs.

"I'm sorry! Fuck! Sorry! Fuck!" You sputter. Embarrassment flooding in as your face burns hot. Every instinct screams for you to pull away. But all you can do is lay there, trapped in an escalating spiral of humiliation. You feel something rigid and hard pressing against your stomach. When you look down, you see Touya's unmistakable bulge tucked in his pants, rubbing against you. You squeak and freeze, unable to speak.  

"That's a cute reaction," Touya croons wickedly, as the gap between your mouths is closing.

"Ah-ah, no!" you cried out, desperate to halt his kiss, even as his words reverberated in your mind. Trembling, you brought your hands up to cover his mouth, feeling his lips and hot breath move against your palms. Your heart pounded as his gaze burned into yours, and you weren't sure what would happen next.

"That's hot," he mumbles around your hands. He pulls back and grabs your hands to bring you up with him. The cart rocked, and you clutched at him for dear life, "Little mouse, you really need to stop teasing me like this. I'm at my limit here."

"OH MY GOD!" you erupt, pushing him away forcefully. "You're a real scumbag, Touya. I don't want to make out with a guy who would kiss his best friends' girlfriend while on a date. I don't care how handsome you are. Not acceptable," you continue, your tone dripping with disgust. You can't look at him. You are so revolted, your arms crossed, your face scrunched in utter fury, and you stare out the window. Touya roared with laughter. It only made your blood simmer more. You felt your lip tremble and your mind race with worry because Touya laughed so hard he held his ribs.

"You are even cuter when you put your little righteous foot down. Look at that pout. Your little foot stamp is adorable," he chuckled, wiping away tears and mimicking your posture, "Would it help if I tell you we are not even friends. Our partnership is purely based on the same endeavors, mutual acquaintances, shared wealth, and fiery hate for our fathers. What now, little mouse? I wasn't trying to kiss my friend's girl. I was trying to kiss my cute little mouse," A smirk twisted his lips as he waited for your reaction.

Your mind wandered as you said, "I didn't know Tenko had a father..." Something is wrong with these two, you thought. The warning rang in your ears as you remembered what all the girls said about these two. Touya's deception had the power to completely unravel you. As your thoughts raced, you felt a rising anger boil up inside you. You scold yourself mentally. This is just the thing you were warned about. Touya will toy with your head if you let him. You spun around to face Touya, eyes blazing, and spat, "I'm still Tenko's girlfriend!"

"Not from what I heard," he chuckled sarcastically. "You are being blackmailed. That would make sense. A cute little virgin like you, indeed, there is no other way he would get you." Your mouth dropped open in shock as Touya smirked, his eyes passing judgment on the rumor that had made its rounds. Tenko is blackmailing you, which means you have done something terrible. It is a bad reputation to have at AU. You need to be sure to squash it immediately. 

"I find the discussion about my virginity conceptually and physically inappropriate. It's none of your business," you gritted.

 "Ah, you know how I know? It's because he hasn't made you cry yet," Touya spoke in a smug and self-assured voice. "He can pretend he cares, but he has a cruel streak in him. He is a sadist. You can call me whatever you want, but I'm just trying to save you from having to come running to me, weeping, when he breaks your heart or pussy," Touya smiled. Now it was your turn to laugh, although it felt hollow and bitter in your chest. Your heart races as the Ferris wheel rises faster than ever, the world spinning below you. You cling to him, your chest pressed tightly against his. You look up into his eyes, and your voice is almost a whisper.

"I know you are heartless. This whole conversation proves what the girls say about you is true," you say, and you can feel his grip on you tightening. He gazes back at you, his breath quickening and heart pounding just as hard as yours.

"Are you looking into me, little mouse? Your gaze tells me all I need to know," he leans in to confide in you, "That you're fascinated by me. Everything I've heard suggests we were meant to be. I understand if you are unsure, but I'm here for you. You can rely on me to keep holding onto you." You shudder. Touya is a gamer. Only his game is manipulation, and it's scary. 

"E-e-ew, how did you get in the hero program? When is this thing going to stop? You don't know anything about me," You sputtered, repulsed, and unsettled the more you knew about the real Touya. 

He smirked at your fidgety movements, a twinkle in his eye that made you uneasy. You would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that you are also afraid and turned on. He let out a deep chuckle as his icy eyes roamed over you. His quirked eyebrow carved into the tension, and he pushed some hair away from your eyes. 

"Oh, I've got eyes in the back of my head, little mouse. I looked into you, too," he said, his words echoing with danger. He leaned closer, his voice strong and sure. "And I'm here to make sure you don't become a mouse that gets stepped on. I paid for an extra-long ride," He added, a devilish glimmer in his gaze. "I never had any girl reject me or tell me no. It lit a new fire in me," he muttered as if lost in his own thoughts. Then his cold, mischievous gaze focused on you again, and he declared proudly, "All Might! All Might helped me to get into the hero program. Trust me. You will find that funny later on when you get to know me better," He laughed, triumphant.

You think you don't want to get to know him better, but part of your plan is to. The Ferris wheel continues to whirl around you, and the two of you are spinning just as fast, the sudden intensity between you becoming almost too much to bear. At that moment, everything seems to stand still. Even the Ferris wheel stops moving, and you know, you just know, that all the rumors and stories are true. All Might? What was that about? Another connection between Touya and Tenko is All Might. The Ferris wheel finally stopped, the moment still suspended in time, but you were soon brought back to reality as Touya extended a helping hand to you. A gentle reminder that all things come to an end. You stepped off the ride, ready to explore any potential link between them.

“Umm…Uh… I wanted to talk to you about something later. It has to do with what we've been discussing. Maybe tomorrow, if Tenko has me over," you say nervously.

"You're not heading back to our place tonight?" he asked, his voice laced with disappointment. You wished it wasn't so, but there was no denying the answer. You shook your head, allowing your feelings of guilt and shame to sink into the depths of your soul.

"I heard she's been living in a cybercafé," Shiori interjected. It's as if she appeared out of nowhere. Her words are like a slap in the face. The silence that descended at that moment was deafening, and you wished more than anything that you could disappear into thin air. Your shameful secret was out in the open. You had nowhere to hide.

"Is that true?" Tenko asked, appearing behind you. Tenko's expression shifted, his face turning steely as he faced Shiori and Touya. You could feel the tension in the air like a wave, ready to sweep you away and ruin any chance of a peaceful reunion. You bit your lip, trying to avoid Tenko and Touya's questioning gaze, dreading the moment he would discover the truth.

"I was going to tell you tonight. I got a hotel for us nearby," you say on the verge of tears. Avoiding the subject, you do not want to ruin tonight by having to turn down homing offers, like you are a lost pet. 

"That's not a big deal. I have a place you can stay," Touya offers. You flinched as you tried to force out your words, tears streaming down your face instead. Tenko cut him off with a snarl and a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Shut up. I'll take care of my girl. Why don't you keep your damn bitch on a leash?" Tenko snarled as he dragged you off, fingertips digging painfully into your arm. Tenko's face contorted as he shot Shiori a piercing glare. You wanted to explain, but things felt so tense this seemed like the wrong time. Tenko's expression changed to one of desperation as he searched your face. "You got a hotel?" he repeated, his voice strained with emotion. "For us?" You nodded, and he eased his grip. Still guiding you to a long line.

Shiori  sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Well, that was a definite bust for me," she said to Touya, her voice as light as a feather, feigning that rejection didn't hurt. Despite her despair, Touya offered her a reassuring smile.

"Not for me. My tutor told me, "Do not miscalculate the significance of heroes with remarkable abilities and the subtleties of deception. The effects of malicious intentions are a seed of destruction that will eventually manifest, yielding fruit and results." On that note, call the local hotels. Find the one they are staying at," Touya instructed.

"Separate beds and room service, or I'm not going along with this anymore. Tenko made it clear he doesn't want me," she remarked, perusing the local hotels in frustration. "I don't know why I accepted this in the first place."

Touya's voice crackled with impatience, instead of his usual smoky drawl, as he looked at Shiori, "Quit thinking. It's not your forte; no one put you in charge. Smile and do as I tell you. When I give you the signal, you pursue Ten. I want my little mouse to stop interfering. Trying to explain it all to you is an exhausting task. Money isn't an issue, so get whatever you please."

"I honestly don't know what you guys see in such a basic girl," Shiori grumbled furiously, her lackluster voice echoing in disbelief. A powerful blue bolt of flame suddenly rippled through the air in front of her eyes, bursting into a crescendo of searing light that stunned her, causing her to drop her phone and jump back. He issued a warning, and Shiori shuddered to see the real Touya.

"She is not basic. She could be the one to make my wildest dreams a reality. We'll separate those two," Tenko murmured to himself. Remembering how you refused him and saw the real him and stuck around, an evil grin spreads across his face. Watching where you had disappeared into the crowd while Shiori pouted.

"What  are we doing here?" you asked. Tenko hands you the box, nervously mumbling that Shiori had suggested it, claiming it had a shorter line and he hoped you'd like it more. Taking it from him, you tentatively open the box and behold a veritable explosion of color. There it sits, the hefty, sweet mountain of sugary delight, with a single plastic fork waiting to be plunged deep into the swirling mass. "What is it?"

"A cotton candy burrito. It is filled with ice cream and candy wrapped in cotton candy," he rasped. Scratching his neck. He held up the romance manga, his finger tracing its dog-eared corners, a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You raised your eyebrows quizzically, and he whispered as if he was about to share a great secret, "I heard the artist who drew this was here today." You gasped, realizing that this was your favorite Manga from home. Another sign that you shared something special with Tenko. He likes romance too.

You pick up the fork and take a bite. Lightning strikes and a spark erupts inside of you. You can't help but be filled with passion. It was that good. You look at Tenko and realize the gesture wasn't just for yourself. His love language, physical contact, and gifts. What you have with him is something deeper than anything you've ever experienced. Waves of guilt start to crash around you, struggling with your inner criticisms. Tenko throws up many red flags. Tenko is slyly peeking at you from his side eye through his hair to see your reaction. You grant Tenko a weak but warm smile. Tenko catches sight of it, and his entire body relaxes. It reminds you why you slowly started to feel something for him in the first place. He takes a step closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Can I have a bite?"

You playfully hide it from him, shoveling more into your mouth, "Hell no." you say. A sudden chill runs through you, causing your eyes to pop open. You clench your head and groan, "Brain Freeze!" Tenko chimes in all too quickly with, "Ah, karma."

You can't help but laugh. Even if you haven't learned your lesson, you still offer him a bite. He chews and swallows with a grimace and shakes his head. "It's not as good as yours," he mumbled, letting you eat the rest alone. You both get your Manga signed and even a handshake with a selfie. Apparently, Tenko does have money because this had to be pricey.

"You have always considered me!" You say spontaneously. You have to ask him now before you chicken out.

"What?" He questions, scratching himself.

"I noticed. That you go out of your way to treat me as an equal. I hate it. But I also love it. That's why I want to go on the Ferris wheel together," you choked, building your courage to say the next part. "And spend the night together," your voice turned pleading as you gazed deeply into his eyes. He gave you a perplexed look, his brow creasing lightly as he narrowed his eyes.

"Did he touch you?" he grits, scratching his neck harder. That threw you off. 

"No. We went on the Ferris wheel to look for you." Which technically wasn't a lie. You fell all over Touya and stopped it from going further.

"Good." Tenko tenderly kissed your forehead, sending tiny shivers down your spine. His hand intertwined with yours, guiding you to the fateful Ferris wheel, a place that would offer a view and a promise of a lifetime. You whispered for him to pay extra yen for a longer ride. He pulled out a stack of yen, offering to spare no expense for an extra-long ride. He even bypassed the endless line, buying you the coveted view of the endless ocean at night. You hesitantly stepped into the shaky car, fully aware of the breathtaking view your eyes were about to behold.

You cling to Tenko nervously. Your heart thrums in your chest as you embrace Tenko tightly, "As much as I love this, why don't you buckle in?"

"There are seat belts!" you growl.  Damn Touya , you think. The night is alive, and every second is drenched with tension and excitement.

"It's ok. You can hold onto me. I'm buckled in, so you will be safe," Tenko reassures. You cling to Tenko and feel the warmth of his embrace as his heartbeat thumps louder in his chest. He looks into your eyes, and you feel the weight of the world fall away. Knowing that what awaits will be worth the risk. In private, he is very captivating and sweet. He plays with your hair, his chin resting on your head, looking at the lights dancing off the ocean. The air is heavy around you with anticipation.

"There are supposed to be fireworks. I paid for us to get the best view," Tenko grinned. You tenderly brush away a few stray strands of his hair from his eyes, carefully taking in his beauty. His hair had grown longer than you ever remembered. You meet his gaze and are lost in his ruby eyes. The fireworks are the last thing on your mind.

"I want to go all the way tonight," you whispered, your words dripping with anticipation. An evil smile slowly spread across his cracked lips, promising things you could barely fathom. His voice was like silk as he spoke.

"Then we should get you ready," Tenko purred. Giving into your desires, you let him adjust you on his lap. His hand went up your skirt and slipped between your legs, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers teased your lips apart. Heat rushed through your body as his fingers stroked and massaged your delicate flesh. The night sky sparkles with stars and twinkling lights when suddenly the sky is alight with an array of colors as fireworks flash and boom in the background.

The Ferris Wheel stopped at the top, and your face flushed Tenko's finger caressed you tenderly. His expert touch elicits a gasp of pleasure from your trembling lips, and your body quivers in response to every intimate stroke of two of his fingers. Your eyes close, and your head tilts back in his chest as the sensations grow more intense, your breath quickening and your fingers gripping the edge of the seat and the shoulder of his jacket.

"No, no. Open your eyes. I want to see you cum with fireworks in your eyes." The energy around you seemed to spark like electricity as Tenko ordered you in a deep, husky growl. When you obeyed, your heart nearly stopped when you saw that he was biting his lip while studying you intently, with a fire in his ruby gaze. "Good girl," he breathed, and it felt like tiny fireworks were set off inside you when he added a third finger. Your fingers dig into the seat and shoulder.

"That hurts, Ten-chan," you whimper, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Shhh," he soothed as he ran his gentle fingers through your hair. "I know it does, but I'm very big. We have to take our time so I don't accidentally cause you more pain. I don't want to hurt you. Open your eyes and keep them on the sky." His breathing became labored as he spread his fingers. The fireworks burst in the sky, enveloping you in their cascading beauty. Tenko increased the pressure on your sweet spots. He spreads his fingers, and you groan, trying to squirm away from the intense stretching he is doing.

"You're too tight. Relax. You look exquisite. So wet," Tenko moaned. Suddenly you are swept away in a wave of pleasure. Tenko's fingers wildly explore your innermost depths, and your body becomes an electrified conduit of pure bliss. Your pussy clenching down on him, pushing his fingers out, he clenched his teeth. You cling to him tightly, a loud moan escaping your lips as the ecstatic waves of pleasure wash over you and the last of the fireworks dissipates into the night. You mewl and pant.

"Good job," he praised. Pulling his fingers from you, he began licking them clean as the Ferris wheel moved in its slow circle. When your climax began to subside, you took a few moments of peaceful bliss before sitting up, still feeling his digits in you. He leans in to kiss you, and you stop him with a raised hand.

"There's a story that you will get married if you kiss on the Ferris wheel," you pant. Tenko face contorted in anger.

"Would that be the worst thing?" He seethed. You shook your head and regretted it.

"No. It's just that we are a little young for that. Let's take our time," you answer. You have been scared of this ride from the very beginning about going to the festival. Your family legacy had left a bad taste in your mouth. Now, you didn't want to promise anyone a marriage. Tenko doesn't need to know that, you think. Tenko softened, pressing his mouth and cheek to the back of your hand, and you could almost feel the longing in the air. He didn't kiss you, though.

"Then we'll take our time," he smiles, "Let this just be a taste of what may come." Your heart races as the Ferris Wheel slowly moves. The anticipation is mounting as you ascend into the encircling heavens, watching the silhouettes of the stars and the moon cloaked in the night sky. He tenderly holds your hand, and you look into his eyes, filled with promise and hope of what may come. Words are forgotten. Only you and Tenko are suspended in a world of pure bliss. Your knees are weak, and you silently pray that the ground will stay still and solid beneath your feet. As the Ferris Wheel slowly stops, the memories of the extraordinary experience imprint on your heart forever, and you can't help but grin.

Tenko caught you before you stumbled, lifting you up and carrying you like his bride, no matter how much you protested. An undeniable passion blazed through his eyes, and as his lips pressed against yours, the flavors of your desire and his vape pen burst on your tongue. He pulled away, eyes burning with urgency, his chest heaving as he uttered, "Let's go to the hotel."

Unsurprisingly, you didn't argue as you wrapped your arms around his scarred neck.

[faulty-writes]

[ Alright my dear followers and or fans, I present to you a Tomura/Tenko fic. This was inspired by the song Closing Time - Semisonic. Although I personally recommend listening to the cover version by Green Day. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this. It's always fun for me to write our main villain boy. Also, fun fact...rum and coke are mentioned in this fic and that's one of my favorite alcoholic drink combinations but remember kids, drink responsibility. ]

[ Some people go to the bar to drink, others to have a good time. All you wanted was to have a little fun and take your chances with anyone that wanted to take you home. But your plans change when a certain hooded man walks up to the bar and you discover a misguided attraction to him. ]

You tilted your head back, enjoying the soothing burn of the last of your drink as it ran down your throat. “Ah,” you satisfyingly said, placing the now empty glass back onto the counter. This bar may not be popular, but it was a haven of sorts, and every kind of character was here, including a few less-than-known heroes.

Of course, most heroes, if they were smart, wouldn’t be caught dead drinking unless they happened to have one damn good disguise. “Hey there,” you paused, turning your attention to a tall, bulky man with lightly tanned skin who was currently leaning his elbow against the bar counter.

He had a scar on the left side of his cheek and another on his thick-looking neck. His short gray hair was spiked up and the left portion of his bangs hung against his forehead. The most unusual thing about him was the fact he had two canine-like teeth that jotted out even when his mouth was closed.

You snickered, immediately recognizing him as being one of those previously mentioned “less-than-known” heroes. But you were bored, and frankly, you hadn't met anyone interesting tonight. So, you smiled and tried turning up the charm.

“Awe...are you talking to me?” you teased. “Sure am,” he replied with a grin and waved down the bartender. You leaned closer, able to smell the alcohol on his person. “Are you planning to buy me another drink?” you asked, trying to be flirty, and why not? It’d kill a few minutes.

Even in his intoxicated state, he picked up the hints you were giving. “I don’t think I could deny a pretty little thing’s request,” he replied, making you chuckle. “What’s your name?” you asked, purposely sliding your hand over his. He briefly glanced over.

“Sekijiro Kan,” he replied and shifted his gaze back. “And you are?” You debated giving a fake name, but it’s not like you’d ever see each other again or so you hoped. “Y/n,” you answered. “Well, whaddya want to drink Y/n?” he asked, and you tapped your lips.

“Well, it's the last call for drinks so,” you shrugged. “A rum and coke is fine,” you hadn't had too many drinks tonight, but you felt buzzed nonetheless and figured something sweet might perk you up. “Heh,” he smiled and turned to the bartender.

“Alright. One beer and one rum and coke,” he said, shifting his attention back to you. “I didn’t think any cool guys would be in a place like this,” you said. He cocked his eyebrow and turned back to the counter when the drinks were set down.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “So, you think I’m cool?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer and you took a few swallows of your drink, enjoying the smooth and carbonated flavor as it washed over your tongue. You licked your lips and placed the glass back onto the counter.

“I-” you paused when someone approached the bar and blocked your view of Sekijiro. “Um, excuse me!” you said, noticing he was wearing a dark hoodie with equally dark skinny jeans and stark red shoes that looked beaten half to death.

Not many chose to wear such a getup and it stirred your curiosity as did his silent response. Sekijiro tightened his hand around his beer. “Hey!” he exclaimed, “Can’t you see we're having a conversation? Beat it!” You knitted your eyebrows, wondering why he was being so aggressive to this new and mysterious man.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, leaning over the counter to look at him. He frowned, perhaps angry that his attempts at continuing his conversation with you were interrupted. He growled and looked at the mysterious man again. “What’s your problem, huh?” he asked. More silence filled the air, then a soft “Heh,” came.

Sekijiro narrowed his eyes when the man turned to face him and noticed that his hood was shadowing a portion of his face, but he also sensed something off about the man. “You’re just another stupid hero who has nothing better to do than to drink your problems away,” he said, making your eyes widen.

His voice was very distinct, somewhat raspy, and yet confidence dripped from it. “Oh wow,” you said, laying a hand on your cheek and lowering your eyelids. It was rare to find a sober individual that was so bold and assertive, traits that you found attractive.

Sekijiro looked shocked for a few seconds then anger washed over his features and he stood up, grabbing the front of the man’s hoodie. “Who do you think you are talking about heroes like that!?” he demanded, and while you knew it wasn’t your place to step in between a possible bar fight, you foolishly rushed into action.

“Hey, cool it!” you hissed, pressing your hands against Sekijiro’s chest. He growled and looked down at you before swallowing the remaining contents of his beer. He slammed the empty bottle onto the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“If you want to waste your time with him, go ahead,” he stated, throwing yen onto the counter, and walking away. You frowned, ‘Well that was kind of rude,’ you thought. For a hero, he wasn't exactly acting heroic. Although you could blame the alcohol. “Heh, sorry about that,” you said, turning back to the hooded man.

“Mm…” he pressed his lips together. In the dimmed light of the bar, you couldn’t see how chapped those lips were nor the scar on the right side of his mouth. Tomura didn’t know why he had wandered in here. Guess he was pissed off.

Kurogiri’s insistence that he “calm down” in order to make “the right choice” certainly influenced his actions. In such a crowded place, more damage could be done. Especially if someone dared to piss him off further. In particular, you had tried acting like a stupid little hero and goddamn, did he hate heroes.

“Uh…” you blinked, tapping your lips in thought. “So…are you from around here?” you asked, hoping he would respond. Unfortunately, your words were greeted with silence, and he took a seat, waving down the bartender. You frowned, clenching your hands at your sides.

It was obvious he wasn’t interested in talking to you, but you wouldn’t give up. He glanced to the side, feeling annoyed by your presence. ‘Jeez, some people can’t take a hint,’ he thought, reaching out to take the glass of whiskey laid in front of him.

He swirled around the auburn-colored liquid, enjoying the sound of the ice clinking together, and tilted his head back to casually take a sip. ‘Pff, to think I could be sitting at Kurogiri’s bar instead,’ he lowered his drink onto the counter. “Why are you still standing there?!” he snapped, turning his head toward you.

Your heart raced, and you brought your hands to your chest. Most would be afraid or angry when yelled at, especially by a stranger in a bar, but he was still more interesting than anyone else you had met tonight. There was something different about him, something that made you drawn to him.

“Maybe I’m just looking for someone to take me home,” you responded, half-joking. He perched his lips to one side and leered at you. “Uh,” you glanced to the side, trying to come up with something to say, but he turned back to the counter. “Idiot,” he commented under his breath before downing the rest of his drink.

“Ouch,” you replied with a false frown, placing your hand over your heart. “Why is it so bad to want someone to take you home?” he sighed, slamming his clenched fists onto the counter. He knew it was too soon to let his quirk go wild, but damn you were pushing him.

“You know, I don’t give a shit about people dying,” he stated, standing up and pointing his finger at you. “If you willingly go home with someone, then it’s your own fault if you end up dead now, isn’t it!?” he hissed, leaning forward, and causing you to step back in response.

“...I…” you wanted to reply, but he huffed. “Thought so,” he replied flatly and walked away. “Hey!” you called after him, there was no way you were going to let him go just yet. You turned back to the counter, rapidly swallowing the rest of your drink before running after him.

Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his hoodie. He stumbled and after a few seconds, he eerily looked over his shoulder at you. ‘Now I know they’re a fucking idiot,’ he thought, there weren’t many people that dared to touch a villain, let alone attempt to stop them in their tracks.

Well, guess you’d have to learn who he was the hard way. “Uh…” you blinked, realizing what you had just done. Everything in your being told you to release your hold on him, but you ignored it and drew your bottom lip into your mouth.

You at least wanted to get something out of him before the lights came on, and the doors opened for everyone to leave. “I’ll stop bothering you if you dance with me!” you frantically said and knitted your eyebrows when he laughed in response.

“And just why the hell would I do that?” he growled, clearly unhappy. His arm came back, forcing your hand off him. “Ah, hey!” you snapped but swallowed any further words when he stepped closer, casting you in his shadow.

“You’re not in charge here, you’re not even a damn hero. You’re just a pathetic little nobody who's so desperate they’ll flirt with anyone,” you growled at his words. Yes, they hurt and maybe held some truth. You were lonely, but you were also a thrill seeker.

You liked having fun, partying, and doing what you needed to feel human. “And you’re just someone who’s afraid to get close to others, am I right?” you shot back, placing your hands on your hips. He scowled and his fingers twitched, damn he just wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and turn you to fucking dust.

Then again, he came here to cool down and what would be the point of ruining the chance to devastate someone? If you were attracted to him, and he knew you were even if you denied it, then fine. He’d drag you along and shatter your stupid little heart and expectations, maybe even have fun ending your life after.

He glanced around, noticing that people were beginning to leave, which meant there’d be fewer witnesses. Of course, if he were anyone else, he’d lore you to a private location and end your life. Fortunately, he wasn't, and he didn't care about causing a public scene.

He smiled, “Fine,” he replied. “Hurry the hell up,” he once again walked past you and toward the dance floor with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. You smiled in victory, even if he was being rude, that assertiveness remained and frankly, you liked it.

Only a few other couples were on the dance floor, which was illuminated with hues of purple, green, and yellow. The upbeat music that was previously playing turned into a slow melody and Tomura sighed when he turned around.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled unhappily and spread his arms out, but you could care less about his attitude. You were getting what you wanted after all. You stepped closer, not hesitating to press your body against his. “You do know how to dance, right?” you teased, and like before, he remained silent.

You shrugged. “Suit yourself, but you’re still leading,” you placed your hand in his. “Hm?” you knitted your eyebrows when he wrapped all but one finger around your hand in return. He did the same with his opposite hand which rested on the side of your hip.

You glanced at him with narrowed eyes, somewhat curious as to what his face looked like underneath the shadow of his hood. His body was stiff, and he barely moved his feet, but you did enjoy the motion of the two of you rounding about slowly.

You smiled, and whether it was the alcohol finally kicking in or the closeness of this mysterious man, your heart fluttered. “Is there a reason why you’re only holding me with eight fingers instead of ten?” you asked after a few moments. He remained silent yet again knowing you’d find out soon enough.

You looked up, noticing the colorful hues that were previously illuminating the dance floor disappear only to be replaced with white lights that shined down on you and the mysterious man. Part of you wanted to wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your head under his chin but unfortunately, the song came to an end.

He immediately pulled his hands back, shoved them into the pockets of his hoodie again, and turned to walk away. “Huh?” you blinked and quickly ran in front of him with your hands held up. “Hold on!” you urged, and he stopped in his tracks, scowling at you.

If he wouldn’t take you home then, “C-come home with me!” you foolishly requested. His scowl dropped, and his lips turned into a thin line. A moment of silence passed, and he chuckled. “You sure act like a friggin lost puppy,” he stated and pushed past you without a care, “Idiot,” he added.

You stumbled before regaining your balance and chasing after him. “Wait a minute!” you shouted, but unlike before you didn’t reach out and grab him. Rather you continued to follow him to the exit, but his steps grew faster and more agitated. He slammed the exit door open and stepped out into the alleyway.

You huffed and grasped the metal handle of the door. “Why don’t you want to come home with me?!” you demanded, stomping your foot against the ground. He paused and looked at you from over his shoulder, once again offering you no answer. “Mm…” you clenched your jaw and marched over to him.

In the background, you heard the door shut. “Why don’t you answer!?” your voice echoed through the cool night air and a gentle breeze came to ruffle your hair. The mysterious man turned to face you. “You’re really annoying you know that?” he said, reaching up to grab the lining of his hood.

“But I think it’s time you learn who I am, then maybe you’ll see how stupid you are for chasing after someone like me,” your breath hitched when that hood finally fell. He was different and mysterious. A fragile soul covered in a dark facade.

But when the light illuminated his face, you realized your mistake. His shoulder-length wavy silver-white hair gave him away, as did his eyes which were colored a deep red. Not to mention the skin around said eyes appeared wrinkled, and his lips were slightly chapped.

He had two distinct scars, one over his right eye and the other over the right side of his lips. On the bottom left side of his face underneath his mouth was a small mole. He leered down at you with a twisted smile. That previous image of him melted away and was replaced with the equivalent of a demon.

You took a step back. Your eyes wide with terror and your jaw dropped. There was no way, no fucking way you felt attracted to, “S-Shigaraki,” you whispered and shivered when he laughed in response. “That’s right!” he declared, that twisted smile growing.

A scream caught in your throat, and you stumbled back only to hit the wall of the building. You panicked and jerked your head to look behind you and decided to run to the door, slamming your fist against it and cursing yourself for allowing it to close.

“Help!” you cried out, ignoring the pain that spread through your hand the harder you hit it. His footsteps echoed from behind you, and fear struck through your heart when you turned and locked eyes with him. Your body was too scared to move and even if it did, you heard the things Shigaraki had done.

There was no way you’d get away alive. This was especially true if the rest of the members that made up the League of Villains were nearby. When he slammed his hand against the wall, the sound of a loud crack masked your scream. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was using his quirk.

“And your sick little mind wanted me,” he said, leaning closer. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. So, you shook your head. “Don’t act stupid!” he snapped, pressing his hand harder against the wall allowing it to decay further.

You flinched at the sound, knowing that he was planning to collapse the building. He chuckled again, finally enjoying himself. Maybe he should go out more often. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and unless you want to die with everyone else in this stupid place…” he paused. “I suggest you let me take you home.” 

[justanotherfangirlwup]

Well, he tried.

[nishiyako]

He's so pretty

[frickingnerd]

dating tomura shigaraki

pairing: tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, clingy shigaraki, jealousy

shigaraki is an obsessive boyfriend

like, he has no idea how he managed to land someone as amazing as you and he won't let you leave him again!

he always compliments you and hypes you up when you wear something nice or put on make up

he's very clingy and he wants to spends as much time as he can with you

he's especially clinging to you when the other league members are around

it's not like he doesn't trust them or anything… but yeah, he doesn't really trust them around you! 

he worries that someone like dabi or twice might try to make a move on you and even the idea of you leaving him for them makes him furious

shigaraki is very jealous and he doesn't have much self control. he'll know that he wouldn't be able to hold back if he saw someone hit on you

your friends are going to be scared of shigaraki – if you even decide to tell them about your relationship with him in the first place!

you'll probably keep it a secret that you are dating the leader of the league of villains…

you are also his first girlfriend, so shigaraki isn't quite familiar with how relationships work

he's trying so hard to be a good boyfriend for you, but sometimes he says or does things that he maybe shouldn't have

dates with shigaraki aren't usually that romantic. it's not like he can just take you to a fancy restaurant without people recognizing him–

so you usually come over to his place and watch a movie or play some videogames with him

on days where he feels very romantic, he'll try to cook for you

it's mostly just boxed mac and cheese or he'll throw a frozen pizza in the oven and heat it up for you

but occasionally, he'll ask toga for help and the two of them bake a cake or some cookies for you!

[kleftiko]

❦ CHERRY PICKING

cw: mature, virgin!shigaraki, fem!reader, dry humping, unprotected sex, cream pie, corruption kink, loser gamer shigaraki (love this shit)

it wasn’t a secret. he stared shamelessly at your tits while you spoke, and you didn’t even bother to let him know cause you knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. every time someone in the league would call him out on his blatant behaviour he’d turn red and leave immediately.

so it wasn’t a stretch to say he wanted to fuck you.

thing is, he was so obviously a virgin. couldn’t even fake knowing how to talk to a woman. and he must’ve been so masochistic cause he just couldn’t stay away from you. just yesterday, he was a second away from popping a boner when you bent over to pick up something you dropped. and you weren’t even trying to rile him up!

god, you wanted to just eat him up.

you wanted to break him down and you wanted to ruin him. you wanted him to never be satisfied with his fist or anyone else ever again.

so you went into his room, somewhere no one was allowed. who would want to, anyway. garbage bags thrown around on the floor—not even closed, so you could see crumpled up tissues falling out—dual monitors and a bunch of little figurines around his desk.

the constant clicks of his keyboard, his dry eyes glued to the screen, and the headset over his tangled hair kept him from noticing you sitting on his unmade bed. your gaze looked at his side profile, watched his pupils shoot back and forth across his game. he was so cute, you couldn’t wait to hear what kind of noises he’d make.

at some point, you couldn’t sit still anymore, you got up and walked over to the back of his chair, focus trailing over his screen and down to his hands. long, rough fingers that knew exactly what they were doing played with the mouse and the keyboard, you almost drooled at the thought of what you could teach him to do.

“you’re good with your fingers.” you said and shigaraki jumped.

“what the hell are you doing?” he hissed and you watched his character die.

“i wanted to see you.” you smiled.

“no.” he said a little too quickly.

“no?” you laughed and he shook his head to try and clear his mind. “what do you mean ‘no’?”

“i-i mean—fuck—why are you here?” he scratched at his neck and you took a seat back on his bed.

“isn’t it obvious?” you asked.

shigaraki didn’t say anything. his eyes just watched you, trailed over your body as you sighed.

“tomura~” you sang and patted the spot next to you.

it didn’t take him more than a split second to stand up, once he did, though, he hesitated to walk over, but listened to you anyway.

his fingers still scratched at his skin, so you took it in your hand and pulled it away.

“have you ever kissed anyone, tomura?” you asked and he paused, then shook his head, looking anywhere but at you.

“i’m sure you know how to though, right?”

shigaraki scoffed. “of course i do.”

“then kiss me.” you turned his chin towards you. your eyes fluttered a bit, just wanting to feel him. the thrill of knowing your his first is enough to make you wet.

but shigaraki was taking too long. too damn long. he was hesitating and as much as you loved his shyness, you couldn’t help it anymore.

you crashed your lips onto his. they were dry and cracked, and didn’t move until it finally dawned on him what was happening. then it was clumsy. he tried to take over, but he had no idea what to do. he slipped in his tongue but it wasn’t much better, just an inexperienced mess of spit. you could have laughed at him but this was something that you just loved. you had to show him that he wasn’t in charge here. being the ‘boss’ didn’t mean he could help himself here, and as you crawled onto his lap, hand guiding the back of his neck exactly where you wanted, he started to submit to you.

once he began to get the hang of it, you released your grip on him, instead exploring his lanky body. this is what got those beautiful whimpers from his mouth. and when you brought your hand to his hard cock and squeezed through his pants, his small and high pitched whine nearly made you moan along.

“fuck, you’re so cute.” you bite his lip.

“‘m not cute.” he mumbled as you got off of his lap.

a giggle escaped your lips as you kneeled between his legs, your hands fumbling with his jeans.

“you are cute.” you stated, pulling his underwear down. “and if you say you’re not, then im gonna be using my mouth to argue instead of doing this.”

shigaraki shut up at that, and he lifted his hips to help you free his cock as it slapped against his stomach. you had to hold yourself back from just shoving the poor thing down your throat, you needed to draw this out for him. you wanted to have him crying and begging for you.

as much as it pained you, you started with kitten licks, focusing on the head of his dick as you popping it into your mouth. tomura rewarded your patience with his head thrown back and a choked groan coming out of his throat, his fingers tangled in your hair and tried to push your head down. you fought against him, getting another whine from him as you reminded him that you were the one in charge.

you started to train him. every noise he made had a little more of your mouth over his dick until your nose was pressed against his pubes and your hands were fondling his balls. if only you could look up and see his whimpering face all screwed up in pleasure, fingers grabbing at the sheets he sat on so as not to jeopardize your warm mouth around him. it didn’t seem like he knew that he had started bucking his hips into your throat, but you let it go, you had been with enough losers to know the signs of him coming undone. you decided to reward him by taking his hand and leading it to your head. sneaking a look up, you could see the complete nirvana on his face as he realized you were letting him fuck your throat. you knew this was gonna be good. from all those tissues, you knew that he was jacking off all those times he got red and ran away from you, so he had to know how to use a fleshlight and right now that was you.

he had you gagging and choking, spit running down your chin as you sucked him off. and you had him crying out in pleasure, going faster and faster until he was cumming down your throat. not even letting you spit out the salty liquid—not that you would, anyway, you wanted him to watch you swallow everything, so you did.

you watched his glazed over eyes zone in on your pretty mouth, chest heaving as you SWORE you saw a small tear trickle down his cheek.

now it was time for your fun.

you planned to make out some more, touch him to get him hard again before you let him in your pussy, but upon looking down, you noticed his cock still hard, red, and dripping. a sadistic smile took over as you looked up at his scared face, but he didn’t have to time say anything before you took off your shirt and jumped on him, making him taste his nasty cum as you stuck your tongue down his throat. you pulled his hair, bite his shoulders and tugged at his clothes. shigaraki tried to keep up with your feral groping, but all he could do was submit to your torture as he tried to take off your clothes, whining and whimpering at your assault on his body.

“just break them.” you commanded, and he dusted off both your clothes until you were both naked.

you pulled shigaraki on top of you. “now get inside me.”

his eyes widened. “what? but—what about a condom?”

you actually threw your head back and laughed at that. the thought that he really expected to get laid at some point and was prepared was hilarious. still though, you weren’t gonna let anything stand in the way of being the best sex he would ever had, you wanted him to cum inside you just like that filthy porn you know he had to have watched.

“funny, pretty boy, i think we both know you’d rather fuck me raw.” you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you. “so get to it.”

tomura was clumsy. he grabbed the base of his hard cock and lined it up with your hole, it took him a second, probably taking a moment to appreciate the fact that he was finally going to feel pussy. after all those years of his fist and toys, watching those jacked guys fuck someone on his computer, and now it was his turn.

shigaraki almost collapsed on top of you as soon as he entered you. not only was it so much tighter and warmer than he ever thought, but he was still so overstimulated from your mouth that he was shaking.

still, when you told him to fuck you, he couldn’t help but slam into you over and over again, chasing the thought of cumming in you raw.

his eyes fell down to your tits, bouncing with the motion of his hips and turning his brain into mush.

“you like this, baby?” you moaned and his attention drew to your face. shigaraki couldn’t form words, only sounds of pleasure mixed with some ‘please’s as he felt his orgasm building up again. watching the bliss on your sadistic face was everything he could ever want and more, and as much as he wanted to keep going forever, he was breaking down. his hips stuttered and all he could think about was the fact that he was filling your pussy with HIS cum. he cried out your name, his head thrown back and his vision going white.

then he fell on top of you. covered in a thin layer of sweat as he lay on your chest, he was prepared for you to push him off and leave him now that you got what you want. he didn’t like that that thought made him upset. he wanted more.

“are you gonna leave now?” he whispered, barely audible in the hopes that you wouldn’t hear it.

tomura felt your chest vibrate with a soft laugh. he looked up at you.

“you think i’m gonna leave without you making me cum on your fingers?”

[kleem-o]

iPad kid!Tenko x Mommy!reader

Thinking about iPad kid!Tenko in an au where you adopted him when he was wandering the streets.

Your new baby took a while to get used to you and your warmth, but when he accepted you, boy did he get attached.

The both of you always spent time together, you made sure to always make time for him despite your work.

Your little baby always wants to play, cuddle, or simply spend time with you! He really sees you as his own mommy.

But you can't always be there for him because of your work, so what do you do? You buy him an iPad!

iPad kid!Tenko's iPad is full of games of course! Minecraft, Roblox, Plants vs Zombies, and his favorite, Wild Rift. Although you try to make him stop playing that game because there might be some toxic players :( (unbeknownst to you he's literally a god in that game)

Now, you are aware that some kids become attached to iPads or even get aggressive sometimes! But you being the responsible mother you are, limits iPad kid!Tenko's screen time. And iPad kid!Tenko being the good boy he is, always follows mommy!

"Hey sweetie, its 7pm already, you know where the iPad goes"

"Okii mommy! Tuck me in bed please?"

"Of course bb! Let's brush your teeth first!"

But don't get it wrong, iPad kid!Tenko is only a good boy to you. When anyone other than you try to bother him while he uses his precious iPad, he gets mad mad.

Literally won't stop his fit unless you come to console him, whispering sweet nothings to him and rubbing shapes on his back :c

There was a time when you had your friends over at your home, and iPad kid!Tenko was being a cute lil grumpy gremlin because "mommy's friends are stealing mommy away from me! >:("

While you were in the kitchen making snacks, one of your friends tried taking iPad kid!Tenko's iPad, making him lose his temper, because they already stole mommy from him and now they want his iPad too?! >:(

And while throwing a fit he accidentally dusted his ipad 😭

He wouldn't stop crying that day and blaming your friends even while you comforted him, so you had to make your friends go home :(

He got a new iPad that day (boy do you spoil him), and he learned something new that day too.

"I have to keep mommy to myself only"

[mushroommanstan]

Edging creepy Tenko until he’s a whining drooling mess with a swollen leaky cock Ɛ>

“A-aaah please-se-se”

Tenko didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It’s true, he’s always loved being touched by you, your velvety hands never failing to make him feel like he’s in heaven. But like Lucifer falling from said heaven, the pleasure had quickly turned into hell for him. Fuck, he’s sorry, he’s sorry!

“Mmhmphhh, I’m-I’m sorry! I’m sorry-hyyy”

You giggled, watching his desperately hard cock throbbed painfully, the whole shaft painted red due to you denying his orgasm again and again. You can practically see his balls throbbing as they beg to be emptied.

But you didn’t listen. Instead you waited until he was ever so close before pulling your hand away, letting his cock slap back against his stomach as he wailed out. You waited for him to cool down before wrapping your hand around his cock and jerking him, repeating the cycle.

“Oh? And what are you sorry for baby? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Despite this, he continued blabbering apologies, the lack of relief seemingly having short circuited his brain and only letting him say those words.

“I’m sorry! I-Iaaah, I’m s-sorry!”

You smirked.

“Baby I’m not doing this as a punishment. Not to my good, sweet boy~” his dick twitched at that making him moan in painful pleasure.

He then surprised you, switching it up and adding a new phrase to his currently limited vocabulary.

“T-then wh-aaah please, then w-why-then-then-why-“ he can feel tears gathering in his eyes, from what he doesn’t know. Frustration, yearning, insecurity, all of those feelings melting down and forming melancholy.

He refused to let those tears fall. He’s a man, he’s a manly man. And manly men don’t cry.

You grabbed him forcefully by his chin, making sure he was looking at your erotically devious face. “Because I want to see you cry for me.”

Maybe some men cry.

He wailed out, a mess of ‘please’s and ‘sorry’s tumbling out as he yet again reached his high, scared you would deny him. He felt his warm tears coat his cheeks as he broke down, begging you to let him finish in the most desperate, lewd moaning.

Satisfied, this time your hand didn’t stop, and you could practically see the relief on his face when the first rope of cum shot out of his dick. He threw his head back, legs quaking and back arched as he opened his mouth in a silent scream. Ropes and ropes of pent up cum burst out of him, coating him, you, and the sheets in his jizz.

You smiled, continuing to pump him until he was completely finished, his cock immediately turning back to the pink, soft state you knew and loved.

Wiping your brow (with your other hand), you finally look back up at him after admiring his fountain.

“Feel better baby?”

He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t do anything really, hanging limply in his leather restraints. You snapped your finger in his face but got no response, pulling his head up only to find his eyes rolled back into his head, passed out.

You quickly checked his breathing, before patting his shoulder affectionately after making sure he was ok.

You then sighed, leaving him to get a towel to clean him up with.

Damn it, he passed out again.

[tomura-complex]

✮ Personal assistence ✮

I shall present to you a new down to core kinky oneshot: Tomura Shigaraki x Bunny!Reader

TW: NSFW, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, praise, degradation, caught while having sex

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This job was a step into a better life with better salary. Even though you were just an assistant. The job was quite simple, but hectic. After two months, you were doing everything for your boss… for the great commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Re Destro was really happy about your work and he applied you to an even better position. The personal assistant of Tomura Shigaraki. Your work got even more hectic and you practically became Shigaraki’s shadow. And if you accidentally had some free time, you still followed Shigaraki like a puppy. A puppy… with white rabbit ears and a small white rabbit tail. Such a perfect assistant!

First weeks in the new position were… awkward. Your office was in his. You just had a small desk with a computer, calendar and a phone. You just sat all day by the desk and arranged his schedule to his likings. That meant changing his schedule all the time, because he was lazy and then making excuses and calling everyone from his meetings. But after quite a lot of days you started to know each other’s presence. You memorized his favorite meals and his favorite coffee. And he stopped being so whiny, so you had less work with his schedules. Things were getting better. You followed him to every meeting taking notes of the important things and every time you were walking in the hallway, his big hand rested on your back. Always. Every walk with him by the hall. When you sat by your desk and arranged a new meeting for him, he always went to you after the call and looked at his schedule, while slightly holding your thigh. When you got him coffee, he always slightly stroked your ass and the back of your thighs and asked about his next task.

These slight touches slowly became grasps and firm holds. Your whole day routine changed to be in more contact with him. “Good morning sir.” you chirped and put his coffee in his favorite place. “Thank you darling.” He mused and slapped your ass. “What are we dealing with today?” “Just a meeting with the league members at 2 pm. That’s all for today.” You smiled and felt his hand traveling under your short skirt and pinching one of your cheeks. You squealed and jumped a little, your tail twitching. “You forget something.” Tomura said firmly. “T-that’s all for today… sir.” You mumbled and he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. “Such a good girl.” He mused and your ears lowered a little. Praising was always your weak spot. His hand wandered from your ass to your knee and back. He squished your thighs and looked at some documents. “Maybe we should try something new.” He looked at you. Hunger and lust in his eyes and a raging problem in his tight pants. You gulped. One of his hands trailed to your face, stroking your cheek and stroking your lips with his thumb. “I always wondered how your cute and little mouth would feel on my cock. Get to work darling. So you can go back to your work as soon as you can.” He smiled at you, his eyes almost hypnotizing you. “Y-yes sir.” You whispered and got onto your knees under his desk. You always liked him… admired him, his power. Your soul always screamed when he touched you. Always wanting more. Your hands gently unzipped his pants, your ears lowering to your head and your tail twitching with excitement. You pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his raging boner. It was… Thicker than you expected. He had beautiful veins on his full length and his scent… Oh god. It was even more hypnotizing than his eyes. And his heavy balls full to their brim ready for release. You gently licked his cock and then took him in your mouth. “Mm. I have my new favorite sight.” He grinned and watched as your head bobbed on his dick. From this perfect state startled Shigaraki a knock on the door. “Come in.” He said while smiling at your surprised look and gesturing you to keep up. Another assistant walked inside. “W-where is your assistant?” On Tomura’s face appeared a shit eating grin. “She went on a quick break. What is it?” “We got new information about heroes’ patrol shifts.” “Great. Put them on her desk.” He mumbled and after a while you heard the door closing. You met his ruby eyes and smiled. He chuckled and relaxed. His hand stroked your ears and grabbed your hair. He started guiding your head to his favorite rhythm, making you gag. Such a beautiful sound and view. After this joyful moment you felt him tense up. His hand pulled you into his groin, his pubic hair tickling you. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt his cock squirting semen into your throat, making you gag even more. He loosened his grip and you pulled away gulping for air. “I have a new daily task for you.” He grinned. “I’m glad sir.” You smiled.

After this encounter, every day was wilder. Your throat was sore everyday, but it was worth it. But this time Tomura decided to push this encounter into something even more. You finally had a free afternoon and you don’t even know how it happened. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed through his office room. You laid on your clean desk, his hands firmly holding your hips. The scent of making out masked your senses and his grunts were the only thing you could hear. You grabbed his tie and lowered him to you kissing his lips. Tomura smiled. “Such a good assistant… ugh… We need to do this more. Imagine me bending you over. Fucking you in front of a mirror. Or in front of the windows. Or in the meeting rooms.” Your ears twitched. “Oh, you would like that? Yeah? My cute slut would like that?” He grinned and kissed your nipples. You mewled and your back arched. All of this was too much for you. The knot in your abdomen finally snapped and you slightly squirted on his shirt. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled and admired your exhausted body. He grabbed your ass firmly and sped up. He huffed, towering above you. He kissed you feverishly and came right inside your cunt. He mused happily and slowed down. He picked up the phone and gave it to you. “Call and get me a new shirt.” You smiled and dialed the phone. After a while, someone knocked on the door. You slowly got up leaving his embrace and his softening cock. You arranged your clothes and picked up his clothes. “Here sir.” You smiled and gave him the shirt.

Since then you were fucking like rabbits. That fits you, right? You were fucking everywhere you could, missing some appointments and dealing with it later. You sat on his lap cockwarming him, while he thought about his new plans. Sometimes he fucked you only to torture you by making you call and arrange meetings while your session. The only one who knew about your little affair was Schuichi. You once stayed after your shift, only for a make out session. You ended up stuck in a room with cleaning products. It was small and cramped, but you still fit in there. You were pushed against the wall and your legs were around his waist. He fucked you up the wall not wanting to stop. “I… Got you something.” He huffed and kissed your neck. “What is it sir?” You smiled at him. And then you felt it. A fabric around your neck. You looked at him. “It fits you well.” You take it in your hands and look at it. It was white collar with a name sewn on it. It said: “Bunny”. You smiled. “Thank you so much.” I beamed and kissed him passionately. Your faces were met with a big stream of light. Schuichi stood by the opened door looking flabbergasted with an open mouth. You felt your cheek heat up and you hid your face in Tomura’s chest. “I just wanted… to get the new markers.” Schuichi mumbled and Tomura handed them to him and closed the door back. Then he bursted laughing and you chuckled. You never noticed why Schuichi needed these markers. Maybe for one of these meeting rooms?

Time flew by and you started living with him. Assisting him every minute of his life. Your relationship was now official and the league was happy for Tomura. You snuggled into him sitting with the league on the couch on a movie night. Tomura smiled and toyed with your bunny tail. You blushed and cuddled into him. He lowered to you and whispered into your ear. 

“I can’t wait for the night to breed your tummy to the brim.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! I stitched this up just from my kinky thoughts from lonely nights. And here is a little secret! I'm planning another oneshot from an office AU, where reader is the boss and Tomura is a hardworking employee in a need of a reward!

[espressovis]

My two beautiful babies 😍🥰

shigaraki with the red cape just hits different 😋

[spookyxsprinkles]

Colour Theory, pt. 2: Vanishing Point

todoroki touya & afab she/her and poc friendly reader × shimura tenko.

not safe for work // 13k words // AO3 // part 1. (this is readable as a standalone if you have no interest in the series. otherwise, i do not recommend skipping part 1.) warnings: jealousy, established relationship, unrequited/one-sided pining, angst, smoking, swearing, dry humping, public nsfw, drugs, biting, licking, denial of feelings, slow burn, trust issues, friendship, frozen yogurt, drama, musical theater, fine arts au.

summary: when you love your best friend, but your best friend loves you.

Touya was too late.

Vanishing Point -- A point of space, usually located on the horizon line, where the parallel edges seem to converge, creating the illusion of intersection.

×X×

He dumped the pastry box onto an overfilled trashcan.

"Himiko, you can't just take food from the garbage!"

"Aw, c'mon, 'Chako! Look at how tasty this cake looks. The strawberries are such a pretty red!"

"Ahem," a resident advisor clears her throat in an attempt to re-capture the attention of the high school group she was showing around. "This is the south campus bus stop. The southern resident halls are down this path."

The R.A. once again lost their attention, with students murmuring amongst themselves as Touya walked by.

"Hey, isn't that guy from that one movie?" Asked one particularly loud kid.

He pulls his hood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he stepped inside a convenience store for a moment before he continued his walk. It was a twenty minute walk to the lakeside park at the edge of campus so he put on his earbuds to listen to music to help clear his head. He ended up skipping every song that came on shuffle. They all reminded him of you.

He huffed in frustration as he took a seat on the bench, lighting his cigarette. It was simple muscle memory from a time when he only ever felt low. And, as if he'd never broken the habit in the first place, his lungs easily accepted the poison and he held his breath for a while to really let the toxins coat his insides. Unfortunately for him, the tobacco taste wasn't enough to hide the feeling of bile threatening to come up ever since he saw you with that creep.

Touya was too late.

In the three years that he'd known you, he'd never seen you look at another person with romantic intent and he figured a guy like Tenko wouldn't be on your radar. Not in a way that mattered to Touya, at least.

He had teased you for possibly having a crush on him, but didn't think you actually liked the guy. He thought that was just how you were when meeting new people sometimes. You did the whole clingy thing with him, after all, and there wasn't any kind of energy coming from you that made him think you were interested in anything with anyone. Sure, you were a hopeless romantic, but Touya also knew how busy the life of a performing arts major was. Neither of you would've had much time for anyone outside of the musical theater bubble, or so he thought until Valentine's Day.

He had overheard you telling Tenko about how you were placed in a children's home when you were young. That on it's own was surprising to him. You never willingly told anyone that, aside from two people. A close friend in high school and Touya. When he heard the practice room go silent, he peeked through the window and saw you holding Tenko's hand. He had to intervene. He knew what was likely to come next.

Touya had spent the last few weeks trying to get you to look at him, and you did, but the shift in your tone whenever Tenko came up in conversation made him feel like he was losing a game he'd never agreed to be a part of. Touya wasn't a quitter but Touya also knew this wasn't the kind of thing you could win with the brute force he was accustomed to approaching obstacles with. You weren't an obstacle, you were you and he didn't want to hurt you, but when it came to handling his feelings he was still… weak.

He had been deep in thought, glaring at the water when his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw it was a video call from the last person he wanted to talk to right now.

He clicked the red button, only to be repeatedly texted.

[10:44am] Fuyumi: Tou, she just told me.

[10:48am ] Fuyumi: Are you alright? I'm sorry.

Touya groaned. His sister was blaming herself.

[10:58am] Touya: im not turning on my cam

Fuyumi calls him again and he takes one more inhale of his cigarette before snubbing it against the metal armrest of the bench and pocketing the butt. He couldn't on good conscience smoke with her worrying about him on the other side. She had been so proud of him for finally quitting.

He answers the call and sees his sister in her work clothes. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching brats how to read?"

"I have twelve minutes left in my lunch break." She lifts her salad bowl to show him her meal before setting it down. "Tou, I'm sorry. I thought you were the person she liked."

He snorts, "She didn't even give you a name?"

Fuyumi shook her head as her fork pushed a tomato around her bowl. "No. I thought that she was being shy since I'm your sister."

"S'fine, Yumi." It was.

"Did you get to give her the mini cake?"

"Nah. Gave it to the less fortunate."

"I'm glad someone can enjoy your hard work. Are you skipping class?"

"Nope. Free time." He leaned back on the bench, stretching out his legs.

"Don't you have seminar right now?"

Touya lifted a brow, "How the hell would you know that? She tell you my class schedule, too?"

She shook her head, "No. She mentioned she had to go to seminar and since you're both in the same classes…" She gave him a stern look, "You shouldn't skip class, Tou."

"Eh, no big deal. It's seminar. Not even my turn to sing this week." It was yours.

"When you videocalled me to help you bake that cake two weeks ago, I was so happy for you. It was really sweet getting cake updates. You really improved with each one. I'm sorry things didn't go the way you planned." She looked at him with concern and he sighed.

"Don't apologize, it's weird now."

"No it's not? I thought you've been getting used to talking about feelings?"

"That's different. You're my sister."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm not talking about this anymore."

Now it was her turn to sigh. "Come visit some time. It's been a while."

"Three months. You saw me over Christmas."

"Mom misses you."

Touya took a moment to swallow. "I'll think about it. I'm a busy guy. You should eat your sad little salad, lunch is over in 2 minutes."

Fuyumi flails and they exchange goodbyes. The call ends, leaving Touya in the quiet. He shut his eyes, listening to wind rustle tree leaves and ducks quack in the distance. A drop of water on his cheek interrupts his moment. He opens his eyes and sees grey clouds rolling above him. He stands and stretches, before jogging hurriedly to the south campus parking garage.

He didn't want to show up at the house soaked and make his mother worry.

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"Touya's been weird lately."

You pulled out a blanket from your laundry basket and began to fold it as Tenko sat at your desk chair, sketching. "He's been missing classes, too."

"Won't he get dropped..?" Tenko asks while admiring your movements, pencil dancing along the paper. Even the mundane could be captivating, so as long as you were the subject.

"He might. He hasn't missed this many classes during the time that I've known him. I'm starting to get worried…"

"…wasn't he known for partying?" It was a simple question.

You finished folding the blankets and moved the throws to the edge of your bed to be used later. You crawled in bed, leaning against the wall as you hugged a light blue blanket. Touya bought you this one since you were always getting cold. It was soft and smelled fresh as you clutched it closer to you.

"He was. He quit after enrolling, though. For the most part."

Todoroki Touya's past wasn't a secret. After he graduated high school, he took a break and spent some time partying on college campuses. For a while, he was routinely dubbed by the tabloids as another talented child star turned drug addicted burn out due to the number of sightings of him getting trashed. 

You remembered the sloppy smirk he gave you when he called it his 'tour,' which made you roll your eyes. You knew he had no intention of getting to know the schools beyond getting smashed and smashing his 'guides.'

If someone were to search his name, they would find articles and forums filled with gossip. The public's view of him wasn't the best, even if the family Public Relations team did their best to tidy things up. Aside from dating rumors, there had been less dirt since the tabloids lost interest in him during his mostly quiet three years at university.

The underage drinking and smoking rumors that lingered in the downvoted bottom end of the comment sections never had any proof and any photos were usually edited or lookalikes. Though, fan accounts were usually… negative. Touya was the type of person who wasn't afraid of letting people know that he'd rather be left alone. In his own colourful ways, of course.

"This is our third year and he hasn't missed any class until now. He's got a messy public image but he's actually quite serious about university…" You chew on your bottom lip, hugging the blanket while sitting in bed. The warm lighting from the fairy lights hanging around your dorm gave the room a cozy feeling, however, it wasn't enough ease your stress at the moment. "I think he's avoiding me."

Your quiet voice had brought the pencil in Tenko's hand to a standstill. His eyes peered at you through his dark, wavy hair and met yours. You smiled sheepishly, "Sorry. I don't mean to be a downer. You came to hang out and all I've done is laundry and talk about another guy..."

"Why would that bother me..?"

"I think most people would feel a little threatened by someone like him."

Tenko eyed you for a moment, before setting down his pencil. "I already knew he was your best friend prior to our relationship. I don't feel threatened by Touya."

"Really?"

He nodded, "If he's important to you then he's important to me."

You felt your face heat up and you ignore the urge to shove your face into the blanket. You had been dating for a little over a month now and were used to the idea of Tenko being your boyfriend, but there were still moments every now and then that made you feel flustered. He was quiet, sweet, and always found a way to make time for you. It meant a lot considering your busy schedule. He was happy doing whatever you wanted to do, which made it a bit difficult to plan to do things he might want to do, but you were working on it. Tenko was a shy guy.

You did most of the talking and he seemed happy to listen. You didn't know much about his life before university, aside from the two of you bonding over being rejected by peers growing up, due to the societal prejudice towards children raised in orphanages. You didn't mind not know everything about him because what mattered the most to you was how well the two of you got along now. Maybe you didn't know where he was from or what his favourite colour was, but you knew he was a hard worker that also went out of his way to try and make you happy.

"Does it bother you that my best friend is a guy?"

Tenko seemed to ponder your question for a moment before continuing his drawing. "No."

It's not that you thought Tenko was a liar, but you really had a hard time believing that. You knew that it was only platonic between you and Touya, yet it didn't stop other people from thinking there was something more going on. You didn't care that much anymore about what people thought. Tenko's thoughts on the matter did matter to you, though.

"However," Tenko continued, "It seems to bother him."

You felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

"Yeah..." You could only softly agree.

It wasn't like Touya was missing every class. He was missing the ones he shared with you. For the past three years, you had been his usual partner whenever the professors let you choose who to work with. Ever since you started dating Tenko he went back to his previous partner and stopped showing up to your usual practice times. He hadn't even shown up at the gym while you were there.

It felt like you were losing your best friend.

You hear an intake of breath and look over at Tenko, realizing he looked blurry because you were crying. You wipe your eyes against the blanket, then remember the annoyed look Touya gave you when he first threw this blanket at you and walked away. To anyone else, it would seem like it was a chore for him to be kind to you, but you also remember the look of content on his face when it reflected off a wall mirror he walked past.

You broke down crying.

It was so sad that your best friend didn't want to be with you anymore.

You wipe your eyes against the blanket one more time and sniffle before looking over at Tenko who was just staring at you like he didn't know how to react at a time like this. He probably didn't.

You sniffle. "Can you sit next to me?"

He did not waste a second and went to where you sat on your bed. He hesitantly sat beside you, leaving two feet of space in between as he leaned his back against the cool wall of your dorm.

You snort, "Do I smell?"

"Huh..?"

"You're so far away." You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. "You can come closer, you know. If you're comfortable with that."

Tenko swallowed and nodded his head a bit eagerly, which made you smile as he moved to sit beside you. He stiffened when your shoulders brushed against each other. The two of you had kissed many times since Valentine's Day but Tenko always seemed like he was trying to be careful with you. It was like he was holding himself back.

"Tenko," you say, your sweet voice made him shiver. "You're so nervous. Don't worry, I won't make you do anything. I just wanted to be closer with you."

Tenko fidgeted with his sleeve and looked at you from the corner of his eye. "What if… I want you to make me do something. What if I wanted to be even closer..?"

You did not expect that.

"Are you sure?"

Tenko looks at you and nods. You weren't really sure how he meant it. You wanted to ask but you couldn't. Your eyes were stuck staring into his.

The only sounds in the room were the air conditioning unit and the blood pumping in your ears. You licked your lips in anticipation. For what, you didn't know, not until Tenko's eyes dropped down to your lips and he licked his own. There was the sound of something in the distance of an origin you weren't so sure of. Was that your heart or his?

Your lips crash against each other, hands reaching for as much as your hands could hold, pulling your bodies as tightly together as possible.

You gasp as the actions finally register, your chest pressing against his while he kissed you deeply. He had gotten better with practice and you enjoyed that he wasn't a shy kisser. His demeanor was typically timid, save for when he kissed you. His lips always felt hungry for yours and right now he was a man starved.

You let yourself fall back onto the bed, pulling him on top of you. You adjusted your legs so that they were wrapped around his waist. He leaned on one arm while the other rubbed up and down your side, as if trying to commit the shape and feeling of you to memory. His wavy hair tickled your face and you let out a giggle. He froze and looked at you, wide-eyed as if he was just now aware of everything going on.

"I always thought your eyes were brown, but are they actually… red?" You ask while looking up at his blushing face. His pupils were blown wide, but the hanging lights reflected off of his iris's and made his eyes shine a deep shade of scarlet.

"Am I going too far..?" He asks in a small voice with anxious eyes.

You shake your head. "I don't mind going further. How about you?"

He dives back in to catch your lips with his own.

During your heated make out session, you pulled your shirt up, allowing Tenko to see you in your bra and you swore you could hear him growl before he squeezed the soft skin over the fabric. Your hips grind up against his and he ground back against your clothed core, surprising you with his eagerness.

The two of you rock against one another while kissing. Bed creaking loudly from Tenko's excitement, which you could feel and it was much larger than you expected.

You gasp his name as he rutted against you, which spurred him on. He tried to keep kissing you but his jaw went slack as he moved his hips furiously.

You heard the sound of the door of the dorm next door opening and closing, Touya's voice booming as he argued with someone over the phone.

Tenko didn't seem to notice. He was much too occupied with moving your bra out of the way and staring at your bare chest as he rocked your body. His movements felt incredible, yet you couldn't pull your focus away from Touya's voice in the room next door. He had been ignoring you and you missed him but you also knew that getting dry humped by your boyfriend quite literally was not the time to be thinking about your best friend.

Touya was shouting at the feminine voice he had on speaker. You could hear most of what he was saying through the walls and you hoped he didn't hear the rhythmic metallic squeaking of the old bed because you were sure it would make him want to talk to you even less.

"I already told you, I don't care! Fuck them, if they wanna run those articles then let 'em. Leave me out of your P.R. bullshit."

Things must really not be going well for Touya and you wished that he would talk to you. Even if it didn't sound like the kind of thing you could fix, you knew he would need a friend at a time like this. Tenko, who was lost in the moment, bit your nipple, hard. A whine escaped you and Tenko's body shuddered in response, groaning loudly as he came in his pants.

Touya immediately stopped mid-sentence and paused for a moment. The person on the other end of the line is confused by his sudden silence and Touya hangs up on them.

Tenko sunk his teeth into your neck.

"Tenko..!" You yelped.

You could hear the sound of the door slam, followed by boots stomping down the hallway, getting farther and farther away.

"You're mine," his voice was deeper and hoarser than you'd ever heard it before. Tenko seemed to have different sides of him that came out at different times.  He licked the side of your neck slowly then hugged you tightly against him. You kissed the top of his head and heard him whimper before he looked at you with pleading eyes. He squeezed you closer and peppered your neck and chest with kisses, leaving your skin coloured with deep purple hickies.

×X×

"Touya, slow down!"

You were trying to talk to him, but the head up his ass was making it a bit difficult. At first, you thought he was avoiding you because he wanted to give you space now that you were in a relationship, but it was July now. He had given you the cold shoulder for four months.

He stopped skipping classes and continued to cooperate with the theater department to participate in a musical. You were very thankful that he was able to set aside his personal grievances and kept things professional, especially since two of you were the main leads again.

Now, if only you could get him to treat you like a friend and not just an acting dummy meant to be fed lines to. He seriously hadn't spoken with you about anything that wasn't school-related.

"I don't wanna hear you whining about the damn cigarettes," he stuck a lit stick back between his lips after taking a deep breath.

 It was the time of night you knew he'd be itching for a smoke, so you waited for him to leave his dorm to corner him at the smoking area outside. It was pathetic and you didn't care. You wanted to talk with your best friend.

"I wasn’t going to, but while we're on the subject-- You quit. What happened? Is it because of what they're saying about you online?"

There had been online articles circulating about Touya and it was… not great. They were even starting to bring his family into it. Touya was someone who didn't seem to care about a lot of things but he was still a human being.

"Yeah?" He laughed. "Really breaks my heart to hear that the celebrity gossip sites think I'm a junkie. Boo hoo. This why you're out here? To have a midnight heart to heart beside a dumpster?"

"I feel like we're drifting apart and it scares me."

Touya smirked at you as he inhaled before he blew the fumes up at the starry night, the breeze carrying the smoke away from you. "How touching," he mocked. "Luckily for you, you got a nice little boyfriend to go crying to now."

"So, it really is about Tenko, then?" You took a step forward. "Are you scared it'll mess up our friendship if I spend time with someone else? Do you feel replaced--"

"You know," he interrupted. "You're the only person who knows shit about me. How do I know you're not the one selling me out?"

Your eyes widen at the accusation. "I wouldn't sell you out, Touya."

"No?" He lifted a brow, seemingly unconvinced.

"No. I wouldn't. Giving up your privacy for the sake of money, that's…" You shook your head. "I wouldn't do that to you."

"I think it'd be more pathetic if you did it for free. At least do yourself a favor and take the money."

"I'm-- I…" You were stunned. He knew your financial situation and still said something like that. You swallow down the lump in your throat. "I know you're just saying that to get me to leave. I'm not falling for it. You're a private person, so no one else really knows as much as I do, which makes me a reasonable suspect. I-- You know deep down that I wouldn't do that to you."

"Do I?" His icy eyes were lit up by the moon as he stared at you, cold and empty.

He really didn't believe you?

You would never talk about his private life to anyone.

You wouldn't and you knew that he knew you wouldn't.

Still.

It hurt.

"Don't corner me while I'm smoking just to talk about nothing." He dropped the butt of his cigarette in the hole of the cigarette receptacle.

"It's not nothing," you say as he passes by you to walk down the walkway, away from the dorms. You followed, legs struggling to keep up with him. His legs were longer, which made it hard for you unless he was consciously slowing down. Right now it seemed like he was trying to get away.

"Sure."

"Touya, I--"

"Whatever. I'm gonna crash somewhere else for the night. Feel free to fuck like rabbits."

Your face heats up, from embarrassment and frustration. "W-Where are you going at this time of night?" Probably nowhere good.

"Why? So you can tell your buddies at TMZ? Here, let me help you out." He turned to face you from the other side of the street. He looked amused as he cupped his hands around the sides of his mouth and shouted, "Hey, you southern dormitory fucks! Todoroki Touya's on his way to a party to do illegal drugs! Lots of 'em!"

"Touya..!" You spoke in a hushed tone as you look both ways before crossing the street. "Don't yell stuff like that. You don't know who's listening."

"No, I do." The toothy grin on his face wracked your nerves as you approached him. You frown as you watched him spin gracefully with a hand in the air, before bowing ninety degrees. "Any performer worth their salt knows their audience and tonight… it's you."

He stays in his bow as he offers his hand for you to take while looking up at you. You look at his hand then at his eyes that finally looked at you with more than indifference.

It wasn't unusual for you and Touya to touch -- you were actors. On stage, you've held hands, held each other. Kissed. Off stage, you've used him as a pillow and he's leaned in so close that it felt like he was on top of you. Since becoming friends with him, he'd never once made you feel uncomfortable with his proximity.

However, there was something about the way he said something earlier, and the way it mixed with the way he was acting right now that made you hesitate.

Why did it feel like it would be wrong to take his hand?

"Touya, I--" Your voice broke into a hoarse whisper, "I can't."

You didn't know what that meant, simply that you could not.

Touya takes a moment to stare back up at you, the chill in his eyes immediately returning before standing upright and walking away from you. He wordlessly entered the parking garage as you stood there watching his back disappear from sight.

The sinking feeling in your stomach didn't disappear during your walk back to your dorm.

Tenko was where you left him, slouched at your desk as he studied for his Calculus II exam. Any hope of finishing his study packet was abandoned when he saw your face. You had tried washing your face with water to hide any trace of crying from him, but Tenko knew.

He hurried to your side and you wept against his chest as he held you and pat the top of your head.

"What happened… were you not able to talk to him..?"

You shook your head, "I think-- I think you were right." Tenko didn't out right say it but you could see it on his face over the last few months that he had his own thoughts on the matter. He was so respectful. "I think Touya might've-- had feelings for me."

Tenko rubbed your back in place of speaking. He was a very physically affectionate person. His hands were always on you and in this moment, you really appreciated it.

"I don't want to lose my friend."

Tenko gently dragged you to the bed to hold you in his embrace. He let you cry it out for ten minutes until you had no more tears left in you.

"I'm gonna go shower now, Ten." You half-cover your face in humiliation. You knew you probably looked bad after all that crying. It was so embarrassing that he saw you cry twice now. You knew it wasn't pretty.

"Hey…" He gripped your wrist and pulled it out of the way to see your face, "Don't hide from me…"

"I look gross," you laughed softly.

"You don't."

You felt your face heat up at the hungry look he was giving you. His eyes lowered to your lips and you knew what he was thinking.

"I'll be right back," you peck his cheek. "I need to wash off. It'll be a good chance to clear my head." You stood and collected your things for your shower. As you turn the door knob, you hear him make a noise behind you. You turn your head, "Sorry. What'd you say?"

"I…" Tenko's face heated and he itched the side of his neck, "…said have a nice shower."

You smile and nod as you opened the door.

You knew that wasn't what he said.

×X×

Touya got arrested.

He was released, not before being questioned and taking a urine test. He kept eye contact with the officer in the room and made casual conversation while taking it. The filthy pigs were biased but it didn't mean Touya was gonna lose his dignity over a little piss test. The only crime he was guilty of was drinking two shitty beers and eating some rando's snacks.

The party had been at some rich no-name's house in the neighboring city. A few days earlier, his old dealer had invited him and Touya knew that it wasn't because he wanted to see him again. If Touya was there it would guarantee him some more customers that night. Touya himself had no interest in it.

He also couldn't stay on campus after that conversation -- especially in the dorm next to yours. For fuck's sake, your beds were pushed up against the same wall. He did not want to be a witness to whatever freaky shit Tenko had cooking up in that mop of a head. There was something about that guy that Touya didn't like.

And, no, he was not being biased.

He could hear you in his head and it only served to piss him off even more. That night was the first and last time he heard you with Tenko, making those… sounds.

He didn't want to risk hearing that again.

It took hours upon hours of music to distract him from the noise you made. It still lingered in the back of his head (regretfully keeping him company on lonelier nights), albeit it wasn't as loud as it was four months ago.

What did help was the house's sound system. He almost didn't mind that it was worsening his headache as it reverberated throughout the house and made the pantry shelving shake. There was a pile of fallen snacks surrounding him where he sat against the wall as his bones rattled to the beat of someone's bass boosted hyperpop playlist.

He could almost hear the sound of the potheads trying to break into the pantry from over the music. He leaned back and ate unbothered until the music got cut off and cops shouted at people to get on the ground. He finished his bag of dried fruit. They came sooner than he thought they would.

He had been wondering if there was some kind of undercover sting operation going on. Something about the party felt off.

Drugs weren't particularly hard to come by on a college campus, but he did find it kind of ridiculous how much more seemed to be in circulation recently. Amphetamines, coke, and weed were the more common ones amongst the college crowd in the area but this semester he had been offered on three different occasions if he wanted ketamine. Touya was already having a bad time and he wasn't about to make things worse for himself. He was pretty good at doing that on his own.

He was currently sat in the passenger's seat. He stared out the window with his arms crossed as he was driven back to campus. "You're not gonna ask?"

"Would you answer if I did?"

"Hell no."

The ride was silent as Todoroki Enji drove down the highway. No sooner than three minutes later, Touya went on a tangent.

"--and I'm sick of your P.R. team expecting me to care. Tch, it's not like I even have a career anymore. How is it my problem if you lose a role? Get better at your job so that the casting team has something to actually talk about that isn't your drug addicted son."

His father was silent as Touya stewed in his seat. They'll say anything, whether it was the truth or a lie. "I'm not worried about those vultures. Fuck them."

"…I hear that school's been going well for you…" His father awkwardly started. He sighed. "No matter what the headlines have been saying recently, I never doubted you, Touya. You're too smart to do what they're saying."

Touya wants to laugh because he was indeed partying hard during his gap year but his old man didn't need to know that.

"Fuck them," Enji says, which surprised Touya. His father didn't often swear anymore unless it was for work. "You were right when you said it. Though your shouting did scare the P.R. team's new intern."

Touya turns his head back to the window to stare at the streets of the city, unable to resist a smirk. Enji was never a fan of the paparazzi but he still put up with them even if the reception wasn't very good. He had never enjoyed Touya's more abrasive approach to warding them off either, an approach which consisted of constantly flipping off cameras and mocking them back whenever they tried to get a reaction out of him. Still, the validation from his father made him feel good. Not that he'd ever admit that to him.

"After you finish your musical, you should invite her to come have dinner with us again. It's been a while since you brought her over. She was hardly here over Christmas since you took her to that ski resort in Hokkaido."

"Don't hold your breath."

Enji looks over at him like he wants to say something but doesn't know how to word it, then looked back at the road.

Touya sulked. "There's another guy."

He didn't wanna talk about this but he also felt the urge to. Enji was the last person he expected to bring it up with. Natsu would at least give him a "damn, that sucks, man." What the fuck was his old man supposed to say to that? He was pretty sure Enji had only ever been with one person.

"I see..."

Touya rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh that blew up his bangs and fogged up the glass window.

"Touya, I don't have much dating experience..."

He sighed again, this time for more fog and pressed his finger to the cool glass.

"Don't let that stop you. I've seen how you are with her. She's good for you."

"That what they teach you in therapy? Bond with your delinquent son by encouraging him to be a homewrecker?" He added a little stick body to his absentminded doodle. "She's not the type to fall for that and if she were, I wouldn't care nearly as much. She's a loyal little idiot." He glared at the stick figure that glowed colourfully from the neon city lights outside. The clueless little face reminded him a bit too much of you.

"I want you to do what's best for you."

"Fuck you, old man. I'm not a homewrecker," Touya grumbled as he clicked the button that lowered the window. He watched as the doodle disappeared into the slit of the car door. He propped his arm against the window as his father drove through the campus entrance. The night breeze felt like a relief as the cool chill of reality brushed against his skin.

×X×

[02:48am] Touya: hey

[02:48am] Touya: you up

[02:49am] You: yeah!

[02:49am] You: is everything okay??

[02:49am] Touya: you alone

[02:49am] You: no. tenko's sleeping.

[02:50am] You: did you want to talk?

[02:55am] Touya: no

[02:56am] You: ...you didn't want to talk?

[02:56am] Touya: nope

[02:56am] You: i want to talk

[02:56am] Touya: gn

[02:57am] You: HEY

[02:57am] You: if you won't talk to me to my face then i'll just have to do it with a wall in between us

[02:58am] You: ...

[02:58am] You: actually nvm this is a face to face kind of talk

[02:58am] Touya: im blocking you

[02:59am] You: can we meet in the lounge?

[02:59am] You: the one without the kitchen

[02:59am] You: where you tripped me during line practice last year

[02:59am] Touya: you tripped yourself

[02:59am] You: don't gaslight me

[03:00am] Touya: [Sends a photo of his left hand. It was tinted blue from his LED lights as he flipped you off.]

[03:00am] You: thank you for the hand content i will be sharing this with the touya fan accounts on twitter :)

[03:01am] You: jk jk don't kill me

[03:01am] You: i heard your door open i said JK!!!

[03:02am] Touya: im in the lounge

[03:02am] Touya: get your ass out here its 3am

[03:02am] You: the witching hour

[03:03am] You: you scared?

[03:03am] You: i'll save you >:)

[03:03am] Touya: you never shut up

[03:04am] You: gimme a sec i don't wanna wake him up he's got a 7am

[03:04am] Touya: hurry upp

[03:07am] Touya: how longs it take to put on shoes

[03:11am] Touya: hey

[03:14am] Touya: hey

[03:14am] Touya: did you fucking fall asleep

[03:18am] Touya: cmonnn

[03:28am] Touya: im going back to my room

×X×

"Don't bother."

"I'm sorry."

He continued walking past you as he left rehearsal to have a cigarette for lunch. You followed him outside the performing arts building, struggling with the long bangs of your wig that poked at your eyeballs. You woke up late and didn't have a chance to eat breakfast, yet the feeling of guilt pooling in the bottom of your gut kept you from feeling hungry.

"I fell asleep. I really was going to see you, okay?"

A sound of amusement left his lips as he placed the unlit cig between them. He patted his pockets and grunted in annoyance as he looked for something. His lighter, you assumed.

"Thought I told you not to corner me while I'm smoking."

Technically, "You're not smoking."

"Listen," he leaned against a brick wall and removed the cigarette from his mouth and glared at you. "Why don't you make this easier for us and go back inside, yeah?"

"No--"

"I get it, it was three am. Y'got tired, fell asleep. No harm, no foul." He looked down at the cigarette as he rolled it between his index and thumb, "While you were having sweet, sweet dreams, I thought about it some more and decided it's better off this way."

"What? You--" Your mouth went dry, "Y-You thought about what, exactly?"

"We're busy people. You've already got your free time filled up and I don't do second best."

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, feel your hands as they trembled at your sides.

"You're… this is taking it too far…" Your voice went quiet.

He tilts his head, his face was blank. "Am I?" Empty.

The side door opens and a cast member told you that your boyfriend was looking for you.

"I'll meet him in the lobby in a bit…"

"Hey, Raita, you got a light?" Touya lifted his cigarette. "Left mine in the dressing room in my other pants."

"No worries, I got you, man." They pulled out a lighter and held it up to his cigarette until the end burned bright orange. They left and you watched Touya as he smoked.

For a few minutes, the two of you stood there in the quiet. You struggled with which words to say. Your mind was spinning.

"I didn't fall asleep on purpose," Your voice sounded tired from the racing of your thoughts.

"Yeah, I bet you were really struggling to get out of bed, huh?" He said bitterly.

"This is excessive. I know you're upset, but please…" She didn't want this to be the reason they couldn't finally reconcile.

The side door opens again and a familiar black mop of hair pokes out and smiles at you.

Tenko had been bringing you lunch during rehearsals for the last couple of weeks. They weren't handmade but that didn't make it any less thoughtful. You hadn't been able to see him much since the two of you had been so busy with your own projects and studying for finals. Tenko did his best to make you feel taken care of and it was so incredibly sweet. The timing could not be worse.

"I'm interrupting… I'll wait for you at the table."

"Actually," Touya leaned against the brick wall, "We're done here."

"Really..?" Tenko looks at him, then at you. You were panicking.

"She's all yours." Touya blew his smoke to the side away from the two of you.

You chew on your bottom lip and leave with Tenko who seemed hesitant, but didn't force you to stay.

Lunch with Tenko was good.

It was from a shop near campus that you liked. He had brought you your favourite meal and drink. You could tell he wanted to cheer you up and was unsure of how to do that. His chin rest against your shoulder as his fingers twitched anxiously. You took his hand into one of your own to soothe him.

"It's fine," you hide a sniffle with a bite of your food.

It wasn't but it had to be.

×X×

"Are you thinking about Touya..?"

You're pulled from your thoughts at the sound of Tenko's voice coming from behind you as he walked to your side. You swallow and look over at him with a weak smile.

"Yeah…"

He made a quiet noise of acknowledgement as he looked at the painting you had been staring at. It was a warm-toned piece with flecks of vivid cerulean and violet that blended into pink and crimson. The little white label beneath the painting read:

"Forever, 2223

Oil on canvas

A celebration of friendship."

You knew that it was stupid. You knew you should be angry at how easily Touya threw you away at the first sign of trouble. Yet you could only feel compassion for the friend that had been pretending you no longer existed.

It seemed like it was easy for him to push you away, to act like he wanted nothing to do with you. Then you remember that this was also the same person who had made sure you weren't lonely during holidays and invited you into his life.

Touya had shared with you his hurt and his joy, the same way you had shared with him your own. Three years ago, Touya was a person who could only trust himself to catch himself whenever he fell. With you, he had learned to take leaps of faith every time he entrusted you with pieces of himself.

It seemed like he was giving up on you, when in reality he was giving up on his first healthy friendship in a long, long time. The very thought put you in distress.

Tenko hugged you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder. His body held you close and tore you from your downwards spiral. You didn't think your face had given away much of the storm that brewed inside of you for months. You had tried to put on a brave face around Tenko. Perhaps he knew you better than you thought.

Tenko's hands fiddle with the hem of your top as he buried his face into your neck, making you feel shy.

"We're in a gallery full of your classmates and professors…"

"They're all too busy schmoozing with each other to notice us in this corner..." He placed a kiss into the crook of your neck which made your skin prickle up with cute little goosebumps. "Soft…" His tongue licked a stripe teasingly against your neck and you shivered in his arms.

The gallery room was large and dimly lit, with the only light sources being the lamps angled to light up the artwork. There were a little less than eighty people in the room talking amongst themselves, when Tenko's hand slipped beneath the fabric of your bottoms.

His finger lightly rubbed the front of your panties. You should've told him to stop but in just three months Tenko had quickly learned the in's and out's of your body. He knew exactly what to do to make you desperate for more.

You squirm in his arms as you felt him maneuver his fingers. He pushed your panties to the side as he let his finger slowly swipe up your slick pussy. He chuckled darkly at the sound of you quietly gasping his name. The tip of his finger softly played with your clit and you gnawed on your bottom lip to keep yourself from making a scene.

You could feel Tenko's determination to hear you break from his movements as he moved his fingers in the way that guaranteed a quick finish for you. You wriggled a bit in his tight hold which kept you in place. You were so close, you could feel yourself on the verge of cumming in a room full of academics at any moment now.

"Oh, there you are, Shimura! We were looking for you!!"

You stiffened at the voices walking up from behind the two of you. Tenko growled and you almost didn't think he was going to pull his hand away until he begrudgingly did so and turned.

"Ah, Professor Yamada," Tenko gave a 30 degree bow in greeting to one of your professors. Yamada was a nosey man that had become acquainted with Tenko after noticing your relationship with each other.

"Aizawa and I came to see your display. It was one of our favourites!"

"I don't have favourites and I had to come. I'm a Studio Art professor." Aizawa corrected.

"It's incredible!" The chipper professor continued, "I see your muse is here with you tonight. Music and Art go hand in hand, you know!" He grabbed ahold of Aizawa's arm.

"That's my arm and no P.D.A. These are our students." Aizawa snatched his arm back, causing Yamada to pout audibly. The art professor looked at you with eyes that made you feel like he knew what had been going on before they had interrupted. Your face burned with embarrassment and your pussy throbbed as it missed Tenko's touch.

Tenko took his hand in yours as he discussed the exhibit and his art with the professors. It was the same hand he had in your pants a minute earlier and you could feel his finger rub the patterns you liked against the palm of your hand.

You still didn't know his favourite colour, but now you knew he liked to toy with you.

After the professors left, Tenko continued holding your hand as he walked out of the building and the two of you took the campus bus to the train station at the northern side of campus. While you waited for the next train, you opened your bag and pulled out your travel hand sanitizer and squirted fat goops into his hand and yours. Tenko deflated.

"Tenko," you laugh. "We can't just walk around in public with cummy hands. That's dirty."

With a pursed lips he wordlessly rubbed the antibacterial against his skin and let them air dry. A minute later, the train rolled up and they stepped on. It was the afternoon and the train was crowded from workers heading home. Tenko and you stayed standing near the doors since you were only riding for a couple stops. He placed his chin back on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist again. You didn't want to get caught and fined for public indecency, so this time, you kept his hands busy by playing with his nimble fingers.

The train reaches the stop and the two of you walk a few blocks to reach a whale themed frozen yogurt bar. You each greeted the worker and grabbed your bowls while talking. After choosing your yogurt flavours and toppings, the two of you head for the register. You pull out your wallet and ignored Tenko's eyes on you as you did so.

"I'm paying."

You pout. You didn't have a job but it wouldn't hurt to use your food money on, well, food. You've had this conversation with him many times and he never budged. He seemed casual when saying the money was from his inheritance. That only served to stress you out more. He should've been saving it or using it for school, not on your dates.

"Tenko…" You whined as he paid. He grabbed your bowl and walked to a corner booth. "I wanna pay you back."

"You pay me back in different ways."

"Sex doesn't count." You pout as you sit beside him.

"I didn't mean that…" His cheeks held a sweet blush as he took a bite of his froyo.

"No?"

He shook his head.

"Then how?"

Tenko didn't answer. He was shy and didn't speak much about his own feelings and you didn't want to force it out of him. You were glad to hear a confirmation that your more intimate moments with him were not seen as transactional, not that you ever thought he saw it that way. You picked up your spoon and took a bite, enjoying the taste as you thought.

You watch him lick a sprinkle that had stuck to the edge of his lip and as he took another bite, your eyes stayed on his lips.

"Ten, I've always wondered…" You nibble on one of the toppings before continuing, "How'd you get that scar on your lip?"

Tenko's gummy worm fell from his spoon onto his lap and you used your napkin to help clean him up.

"I don't remember."

"Oh. Okay." You nod and set the napkin to the side and dig around your bowl in search of a topping you liked. You must have eaten them all.

You see Tenko moving in his seat in your peripheral and look up to see him holding a spoonful of his froyo with the topping sitting pretty on top.

"Say 'ah.'" Tenko ordered in a quiet voice.

You grin as you open your mouth for him, "Ahhh."

He moved the sweet treat into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the plastic of his spoon.

"Thank you," you snuggled into his side, hugging his arm.

"The award I won… it was thanks to you." Tenko said quietly as he pushed around a chocolate chip in his bowl. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you, my muse."

You knew you were the subject of many of his works this semester, yet hearing him call you his muse filled your face with heat and you nuzzled your face into his upper arm in an attempt to calm yourself down. Tenko could be the sweetest boyfriend.

After froyo, the two of you walk around a public garden at sunset. The sky was brilliant orange with pink hues, tinting the world in warmth.

"I really did love the exhibit. I got to see your finished work and watch people compliment you and discuss art with you. You were in your element. You also look really good in a blazer and bun."

Tenko wore an unbuttoned black blazer that showed his signature black hoodie underneath. His wavy black hair was usually loose, covering much of his face, but for the event you helped him tie it back in a loose bun. With his hair (mostly) out of the way, you could see more of his pretty facial features. You were pleased to see that his skin looked much healthier than it had when the two of you had started dating. You had helped him find a simple skin routine that worked well for him. Hydrated or not, Tenko would always be cute to you.

You smile warmly as he took your hand in his. "I don't quite have the words to articulate it well, but the colours were my favourite part. I took an art class in high school and I couldn't ever really grasp colour theory." You knew the terminology but in practice you weren't very successful with it. "I know that there's something called colour harmony and complimentary colours but beyond things like hue and saturation… I'm lost. I don't understand the difference between RGB and CMY. Is there even a difference?" You looked puzzled.

"There's a lot that goes into colour theory. To answer your question, there are two main approaches: additive and subtractive. In additive colour theory, which is commonly associated with RGB, colours are made by emitting light through a light-based display. An example would be the pixels on a monitor You can mix light colours to form new colours."

"Subtractive colour theory, also known as CMYK, creates colours by absorbing and reflecting light. CMYK are colours that're used in the physical world, like photography and prints. In printing, for example, Cyan, Magenta, Yellow, and black inks are combined to create a range of colours by subtracting certain wavelengths of light. By reflecting, it absorbs the colours that are not the one you see and subtracts the colour…"

He walked passed a fountain as he spoke and reached a shady area with a bench. "If we imagine both using Red, Green, and Blue then in additive theory, they would mix to become white and in subtractive theory, they would mix to become black. Mastering both makes it easier to manipulate colours more effectively."

You stared at him in awe and he nervously itched his neck as if he were self-conscious for casually info dumping on you.

"That… made a lot of sense actually. You're so smart, you know that?" You giggled as you swung your hands together.

Tenko took a seat on the bench and you moved to sit beside him, but he pulled you to sit on his lap. You squeaked in surprise as you fell back onto him. His arms were strong as they wrapped around you and he kissed your neck.

"Someone's feeling clingy today." You giggled as he breathed in your skin.

"Mmph. You did this to me..."

"I'm not complaining."

Tenko quietly kissed your neck for a moment before he slipped a hand back into your bottoms. You were surprised and looked around for any onlookers. It was only the two of you.

Tenko once again rubbed the front of your panties while kissing the side of your pretty neck. Your hips reflexively jerked against him and you whined in frustration.

"Don't tease me, Tenko…"

"You said it'd be dirty to be in public with cummy hands."

"I-- I don't care about that right now."

"How filthy..."

He licked at your neck, grinning wide as he slipped his hand into your panties. He massaged your clit, making you wriggle and pant in his lap. His other hand slipped under your top to squeeze at the sensitive skin of your chest. Your nipples perked and he kneaded one of them, making you squirm more.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder and felt your eyes roll with pleasure as he played with you. You opened your legs a bit more to allow him better access and he slid his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices before he teased your hole.

"Tenko, please…"

He hungrily jammed two fingers into you, making you yelp. He momentarily released his hold of your breast to tilt your face towards him and took you into a kiss. He continued moving his fingers, pumping in and out of you at a slower pace that slowly increased to a more moderate one. You clenched around him as he brushed against your g-spot.

"Your pussy's driving me fucking crazy," he laughed darkly.

You shivered over him, "T-Tenko, I'm close..."

"Come on my fingers." The hand that wasn't in your pants wrapped around your throat, his fingers pressed on the sides. "Come for me, angel."

The nickname he gave you during intimate times was so sweet, so Tenko, that it was the catalyst for the dam to burst. You bit your lip and shook as you came.

With Tenko's incredible finger stamina, he removed himself from your hole to continue his rubbing against your clit even as you whimpered from the overstimulation.

"Tenko... I-I.." You gasped and panted as you came again.

Tenko's fingers didn't stop.

You trembled violently in his lap as he stroked your clit and toyed with your nipple. His mouth had returned to your neck and he licked the flesh. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your scream as he made you cum a third time. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to last and you didn't want to force him into having to carry you back to your dorm because of your shaky legs. You whimpered the safe word and he removed his hand from your bottoms.

He sucked on his fingers that were soaked with you, before sticking them in your mouth, too. You sucked on the digits slowly, keeping eye contact with him, enjoying the way his scarlet eyes were almost black from dilation. You finish and place a soft little kiss against his lips.

"My Tenko's such a fast learner."

He blushes as a shy expression appears on his face. You smile and rest your head against his shoulder, thinking about how lovely he looked when his cheeks matched the sunset.

×X×

It was the day before opening night and things were rough.

There had been too many technical issues with the stage, meaning they had to re-locate to a different theater in the building. The dimensions of the stage weren't exactly the same, but it was do-able. Apparently, there had been an electrical fire that caused too much damage and it wouldn't be fixed in time for opening night.

Moving sets to the other end of the hall cut down on rehearsal time, so everyone arrived a few hours early in a rush to get things done. You struggled as you carried a medium sized box of props and lost your footing on the steps. You nearly fall until someone much stronger than you catches you and the box.

"Oh my god, thanks-" You look up and see Touya staring down at you. He's got that bored expression he used to always wear when you first met him. You quietly clear your throat, "Thanks."

You attempt to leave with your box but he snatched it from you and walked up the stairs towards the back of the stage, leaving you behind.

In between warm ups, costume adjustments, and technical run-downs with the assistant stage manager, you return to helping the tech crew with tasks. There was still another hour before rehearsals officially started. You decide to go get food for everyone to help boost morale.

You knew that Touya wasn't the only person in the room with a car, but you didn't know any of the other available people well enough to be alone with them in a car. So, you approached him.

"I'm here on theater business."

Touya paid you no mind as he continued to scroll on his phone.

"Can I get a ride to the pizza store? The one next door to the coffee shop with the good donuts."

"Catch a train."

"I would but I can't carry everything in one trip."

He finally looked up at you and gave an exasperated stare before walking away. You began to mentally calculate how much it would cost to order a taxi. That would certainly be easier than carrying enough food for 40 on the train…

"Hey. Don't just stand there. Hurry up."

Touya was waiting for you, holding the door open.

Your face lights up and you follow after him. He lets the door shut before you make it all the way through.

"Rude!"

"Tch."

The car ride was void of any form of communication. You were thankful he had music playing. You eyed the screen, noting that it was his shoegaze playlist. You wondered if he was okay. He usually listened to that particular playlist when he had a lot on his mind. It was really hard not to bring it up.

Touya let you carry the pizza boxes yourself to the car while he sat at a table in the coffee shop. When you entered the shop and began to collect the drinks, Touya read through the orders scribbled onto the sides of the cups. They were all mostly the same with the exception of a few.

"You can have a drink, but please don't touch the black coffee and keto lemon bars."

He clicked his tongue against his teeth in condescension, "Didn't know you changed your diet. Your boyfriend make you do that?"

You dug through your bag for your wallet and pulled out your debit card and student I.D. for a discount. "Sato on lights is diabetic. Mine is the same as always."

Touya made no comment.

You paid and he sat in the car as you made a few trips back to the store to pick up the food and drinks. Soon after, the two of you were finally on your way back to campus. It wasn't a long drive, only five minutes, and Touya was already diving onto the walkway to pull up near the doors closest to the back. As he parked you continued to stare at the little stickers of puppies, kittens, and rainbows he had stuck around his dashboard. You had bought them for him a couple years ago on a whim and their cuteness looked out of place in his sleek, luxury car.

He stepped out of the car and you caught a glimpse of the keychain that matched the one on your keyring. Early on in your friendship with Touya he had made it known that he thought your handmade keychain was ugly. You thought it'd be fun to make him one too. You didn't expect to see him clip it to his keys, let alone continue to use it nearly three years later.

The cutesy stickers you bought for cheap and silly handmade keychains you recycled old craft supplies for were juxtaposed by his expensive car that could pay for your entire university tuition... It was all a reminder of how the two of you had come from completely different worlds and yet were still able to be such a big part of each other's lives.

Touya opened the passenger door, startling you. "Your little act of kindness ain't gonna mean much if the food gets cold-" He stops himself mid-sentence as he looks down at you in the car.

You frown and wiped away the tears that had formed and unbuckled your seat belt. You grabbing the carton trays with drinks and walking towards the building.

Touya walked ahead of you as he carried the boxes of pizza and donuts and tapped the handicap button with his boot. The doors to the performing arts building opened and he wordlessly followed you inside.

×X×

Touya watched as Tenko kissed you good luck before he left to sit in the seat you had reserved for him. It was opening night. The moment that everyone had been working towards for months was finally here.

Midway through the show, there had been technical difficulties. There had been a glitch in the system causing the show control to stop working and the techs were unable to take any cues.  Luckily, Touya was an expert when it came to thinking on the fly so his improvisation felt like a natural part of the show. After his scene, there was an intermission and the cast waited in the back.

It was awkward as you sat in the make up chair beside Touya's. It felt like such a sharp contrast to the way your friendship normally was.

You stared at old notes on your script, your eyes still. You weren't reading and it looked like you were lost in thought. Touya's eyes quickly flitted away from yours when you looked over at him and he acted like he hadn't just been caught looking at you.

He heard you take an intake of breath, but no sound followed, which had him look back at you. Your mouth was half open until you shut it with a frown.

Touya stood from his chair.

"Fuck it."

He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to follow him down the hall.

"W-We're on standby we cant just leave..!?"

"We're not leaving."

Touya stuffed the two of you into of a broom closet. The florescent lights were harsh on his features, the shadows digging deeper into the scars covering his face.

His piercings were usually taken out for shows but this time, they were left in. They complimented the maroon liquid latex scars that mottled his pristine skin. There were pieces of cut wire, bent to look like staples holding his skin together. His hair had been dyed black for the role. It was different from the snowy white that was so Touya, but the dark look also had it's charm.

"Touya, they could need us at any time, we really shouldn't be--"

"Give me a fucking minute."

He had months, years, of frustration burning his insides and he had to fight the flames to collect the more rational thoughts.

You nodded patiently as he glared at a box of junk on the shelf beside your head. You looked down at his hands that were balled into fists, with knuckles that paled from the force.

When you looked away from his face down to his hands, Touya's eyes went back to you, his glare now aimed at the pensive look on your face. It wasn't that long ago that being this close to you was normal.

Though Touya had said it, he never truly believed that you were the one selling him out to the tabloids. He knew you would never do that. The trust he had for you was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

His mind raced with flashbacks of the moments leading up to him realizing he had feelings for you, the dopey faced do-gooder that didn't mind her own business but also didn't overstep his boundaries. The two of you were from completely different worlds. You could've easily betrayed him on a number of occasions and you didn't. Whether it was to support him or scold him, you were always there for him.

More than anything, Touya wanted to tell you his feelings.

Your eyes look up at him with gentle concern and he feels the guilt run down his spine cold as ice.

He couldn't tell you. He couldn't risk hurting you like that. Not you.

"I--" he cleared his throat, "I've been an ass."

You nod in agreement.

"You're my best friend." He was unable to keep his voice from shaking at the end. He was glad you weren't the kind of person to judge him for it.

"You're my best friend, too." You adjust your stance as you looked up at him. "I'm guessing... you were jealous? Of Tenko?"

"What?" His eyes widen a fraction. Had his feelings been that obvious the entire time? Fuck.

You fidgeted with a piece of fabric on your costume, looking as shy as you did three years ago. "It all started around the time Tenko and I started dating… I thought you were just jealous of him getting all of my attention, but you completely shut me out. You liked me, didn't you..?"

Oh.

He almost laughed out loud at how frustrating the entire situation was.

He simply looked down at you and made no effort to speak. The smudged eyeliner around the edges of his eyes, dark as soot, made his piercing eyes look even more intense.

"I'm sorry for not realizing sooner. It must have felt terrible whenever I talked to you about Tenko..."

He was so restless that he had to add more workouts to his routine and at one point, he even broke out a birthday gift you gave him a while back. A fidget toy, because he was always moving around whenever he got excited. Stressed too, apparently. He was so stressed recently. It was fucking awful.

He rolled his eyes, "It wasn't that bad."

You reach for his hand, careful not to ruin the make up as you gripped his fingers.

"I care about you, Touya. You mean the world to me and I never want to lose you."

It was something he had always wanted to hear, yet his stomach sank as she said it. It was a feeling he had gotten much too acquainted with recently.

He knew what was coming next.

"You're my best friend."

He knew what you were saying. He could hear it loud and clear.

"I know."

He fixed his gaze back on the mess behind you. He couldn't keep looking at your watery eyes anymore. He sighed, running a hand through his jet black hair and leaving it more wild than it already was. After a moment, he opened them to look down at you again. "I've accepted it."

He gently pat the top of your head, careful not to mess up the wig. He preferred the look and feel of your natural hair as opposed to the synthetic rat's nest the hair and makeup team picked out for you.

"Yeah?" You asked hopefully.

He hummed a quiet affirmation. "And if that shrimp tries anything, I'll deep fry him."

You pout and he forces himself to pull his hand away and reminded himself to keep his distance from you. You weren't his.

"If he's a shrimp then so are you. You guys are the same height."

"Nah," he gave you a lopsided grin as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm taller."

"You're delusional."

The two of you jumped when a stage hand walked in on the two of you and talked into their headset to tell someone that they found you. It was time to go.

You smiled softly at Touya before walking out with him close behind.

×X×

The performance went without anymore major technical issues. Near the end, your outfit got caught on the set and Touya handled it so professionally that it was highly unlikely that anyone in the audience had noticed.

You were backstage at the makeup vanity quickly dabbing away sweat while a mini fan blew the wig around. The cast were encouraged to go meet with the audience post-show in the lobby. The others were already out there and you were a little behind since you ran off to the bathroom after the curtain call.

A bottle of water is placed on the vanity and you look over to see that Touya brought it to you. You thank him and chug most of it. The cold was a relief. You let out a sigh as you set it down, catching Touya as he stared at you in the reflection of the mirror.

"What?"

His eyes shifted higher up from your face, to the creature that sat on your head.

"Take that shit off. It looks bad."

"No way. My hair's not done under this."

"Who cares."

"I do. We take post-show pictures."

He rolled his eyes and sips the rest of your water.

"You're just jealous you didn't get a wig."

"I said no. You should've said no." And if the costume department had an issue with it, Touya would've let them know exactly how he felt about that.

You reached for the water and pout when you realized it was empty. He smirked at you and opened his mouth to tease you about it when the assistant stage manager entered the room.

"You two are still here? Go out there and say hello. You've got people waiting for you..!"

You quickly touched up your make up before hopping out of the chair and rushed to the lobby, with Touya lazily walking at his own pace. Attendees praised your performance and after they left the cast had a photo op. Finally, it was time to hang up the costume and remove the makeup and wig. You walked down the hall in your normal clothes and passed through the lobby. Your eyes searched for black hair when a large bouquet of pink roses obscured your vision.

"Long time no see!" Fuyumi chirped as she placed a gift bag in your hand. "Homemade pastries. Shouto helped."

"I didn't know you guys were coming to opening night. Thank you so much." You took the flowers that Natsuo was handed to you.

"Oi, Natsu." Touya's said as he stood beside you. "I don't think your girlfriend's gonna be happy to hear you're giving flowers to other girls."

Natsuo's face turned beet red, "Th-These are from all of us..! Mom picked them out!" He rubbed the back of his neck. "She's sorry she couldn't come. She didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick."

"I got someone recording it anyways…" Touya couldn't hide the slight disappointment in his voice.

You gave Touya a smile of reassurance before you looked back at his siblings. "It's okay, I'll come visit over the summer and we can watch the recording together. It's better if she rests."

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" A gruff voice asks as it approaches.

"Mr. Todoroki," you bow low. "Um, I'd love to but--"

"She's got plans," Touya finished for you. Touya knew you felt grateful for his family's kindness towards you and that you had a hard time saying no to them because of it.

You smile sheepishly, nodding. "Since there's no cast party tonight, my boyfriend wanted to do something."

"Another time, then." Touya could see that you didn't miss the way his father looked at him when he said that. Enji didn't know subtle even if it hit him with a train. Fucking hell.

"Anyways," Touya grumbled. "Guess who decided to finally show up."

You look over at the direction he was facing and saw the familiar dark mop of hair standing by a pillar. Tenko held a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag as he stood in the corner.

You wave him over and he timidly approaches. Everyone bows and does polite introductions.

"Where are my damn flowers?" Touya asks with no real bite to it. He had no idea why he was trying to lighten the weird tension that had settled onto the group with Tenko's arrival. He tried to keep his eyes off of you.

"Next time I'll…" Tenko looked at you, seemingly caught off guard by Touya's sudden willingness to talk to him. "…bring you something."

"Thank you," you tell his family. "We'll definitely make summer plans, okay? Thank you." You politely bow in farewell to the Todoroki family before walking across the room to the corner with Tenko.

Touya ignored the looks he was getting from everyone except Shouto who didn't really seem all that interested in what was going on.

"Don't--"

"Boyfriend!?" Natsuo whispered wildly. "You guys really weren't dating this whole time!?"

Fuyumi elbowed him, "What Natsu means to say is it's a very surprising turn of events." She glared at him for a moment before looking over at you and your boyfriend talking. You were smiling. "She seems happy…" Fuyumi treaded carefully.

"You look like a different person." Shouto bulldozed through the strange atmosphere of the group, "It's weird seeing you with black hair."

"Okay, split dye."

"This is my real hair colour. You should know, you're my brother, aren't you?"

"I like it," Natsuo chimed in. "Maybe I'll go dark, too!"

"What's your girlfriend gonna say about that?" Fuyumi joked knowing any mention of his girlfriend got him flustered. Natsuo squawked in surprise and Fuyumi giggled as he complained.

"A bit soon to be getting married, don't you think." Shouto said monotonously. Everyone stopped and looked in the direction he was looking and they watched as Tenko slid a ring onto your ring finger.

"N-No way, she wouldn't. That's has to be some kind of promise ring… right?" Fuyumi nervously eyed Touya did his best not to show his feelings on his face.

"Whatever."

"Really? 'Whatever'?"

"Yeah. Whatever." He peeled his eyes away and focused on picking at the leftover staple glue on his hand while he ignored his feelings.

"Big bro Touya's an idiot." Shouto stated simply as he took out his phone. "I am going to call mom and tell her it's over. Do I tell her you're coming back with us?"

Touya glared at his little brother and huffed, "Yes."

He'll drive himself so he's not stuck there overnight. Shouto left the room. Fuyumi said she was gonna go too and ended up tugging Natsuo along with her when he didn't get the hint.

Enji awkwardly stood near Touya.

"What? Take a picture it'll last longer. You're stinking up the room with your old man smell."

Honestly, Touya had no idea why he himself was still there.

Well, he did, but he didn't want to think about that.

"Are you going to be… alright?"

Todoroki Enji was big as fuck and the way his voice sounded nervous as he broached the topic was so uncharacteristic. It didn't fit the version of him Touya was used to having in his head. He actually sounded genuine. Fuck this was awkward.

"If you're asking if I'm going to break down crying over a little crush then you should just shove it." Touya forced his hands into his pockets. They were some of the last people left in the lobby.

You look over at Touya and see him alone with his father. You smile at him and wave goodbye as you exit the building, the ring glinting in the light. Touya watched the two of you walked out in the direction of Tenko's dorm.

"I may be an old man that's out of touch, but even I know it wasn't just a little crush."

And with that, Enji left.

"Stupid old man. What does he know…" Touya grumbled to himself.

A lot, apparently. More than Touya was willing to admit to himself. He thought he was over the whole 'rejecting his feelings' thing. Apparently not.

He had to learn to accept it.

If anyone deserved to be happy, it was you. He'd take the heartache. Maybe he didn't have you in the way that he hoped he could, but you were still willing to be his friend even after all his selfishness.

He'd have to get over it. For your sake and his.

You were his best friend.

[sugarakis-p2]

Ten-chan is the worst! ch3

(I found my art. I know Touya looks generic but I'm still proud.)

Previous chapter 2: Alternate universe Tenko a UA student but no hero. Reader x Tenko F/M]

After a heated night of passion, you finally had made up your mind about Tenko. You'd decided you wanted to be equal partners with Tenko and date for real. But little did you know that in the night, Tenko would confess to you that he had the quirk of a villain, and what he did can never be undone, his tragic past keeping him from the opportunities that will create a future for him. You were uncertain how to take this new information, but he was still the same guy that you'd fallen in love with. You thought the world was finally opening up to you until you saw Touya. Confused about why Tenko discarded you, you allowed Touya to help you since you have no home and a mysterious illness. But his help came with its own dangers; you found yourself caught in the chaotic power struggle between the Todoroki family while you desperately tried to make sense of your explosive relationship with Tenko.

Warning: Mental and physical trauma, drugging, kidnapping, loss of virginity (deflowering), blood, Todoroki drama, angst and breakups.

Chapter 3:

Tenko dropped you on the bed, quickly following, trapping you in his arms.

Tenko's face was inches from yours, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. He looked deep into your eyes as he ran his hands over your chest.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked with a cadence of need. You writhe against him with the same need. You grab his face and pull him to you. Kissing him deeply.

"I am a little scared," you admitted, parting your lips to let him in.

"We do not have to. There are plenty of other things," Tenko was saying when you lifted a finger and stopped him.

"Yes, I'm ready," you breathe. His lips locked on yours, crashing like two planets colliding, as a fire started to burn in your core, and you melted into the kiss, feeling the sparks of electricity released between you as your tongues danced. Kissing him back with the same hunger.

Tenko's hands moved lower, slowly teasing your nipples with tender strokes and caresses. Lightly pulling and tugging your top free. They hardened under his touch, and you gasped in pleasure. You could feel the warmth radiating in the room as your mouths gradually explored each other. You could feel yourself losing control and gripping his shoulder tightly as his hands teased you. He finally broke away from the kiss, and you felt lost in your own world for a moment.

His lips moved to your neck, inching down towards your chest, leaving a trail with his tongue. His hands moved back to your nipples and rubbed them ever so softly, cupping and kneading as he pulled one into his mouth. Suckling and lapping at your peaked flesh. He moved to the other, enjoying how you pebbled and hardened under his tongue. Tenko finally drew away, coming back up for the last passionate kiss, and his breathing was unsteady as he stumbled back, pulling off his shirt with fervent haste. You felt his hardened chest against you as his strong arms kept you steady in his embrace. 

"Ten-chan, I don't want to wait any longer," you whined.

"No," he scolded, "It's your first time. I need to work your body and make it special. We'll play like we have. Take our time. I want to cherish you."

 In one swift motion, he dropped his pants and underwear until he was standing before you, completely naked. You feel heated in your core. It reminds you of how you first got caught. He was only wearing a towel. He pulls you to him again before he lets you get a look at him.

"You are so cute. Let me undress you," Tenko asked. Tenko's eyes are ravenous and intense, hands reaching for you. You felt another wave of arousal rush through your body. He pulled you to stand with him in an embrace. His cock pressed against your stomach as he ran his gloved hands through the strands of your hair. 

"Y-y-yes, please help me undress," you nodded, and he hugged you. His hands moved to the back of your dress and started slowly working the zipper down your back. With each inch of the zipper he pulled down, the tension in the roomy seemed to build until, finally, your dress fell to the floor, pooling around your ankles. His gaze wandered over your body, and he let himself drink in the sight of you, every curve and angle filling him with warmth and wonder he couldn't describe. His arousal bobbed and responded to you in only your undergarments, making him wonder how hard he has fallen for you? That can't be possible. Yet he feels something other than hate, and it confuses him. 

"Tenko. T-t-this is a little embarrassing," you say. He moved forward again, stroking his hands up your sides until he reached the bra. Shutting off his noisy brain. His fingers fumbled with the clasp, tongue grazing his lips as he struggled with the tight fabric before finally pulling the straps away from your body. Your soft skin seemed to beg for his touch, and he complied, his gaze never leaving yours. His scars are less welted. His eyelashes are sparse and short, but they are growing. You gently touch them, and he leans his head into your hand.

His smile is sweet, "You're so pretty." He breathed in your ear. As his hands moved to your panties. He slid the lace fabric down your legs and watched it pool around your ankles. You felt a sense of encouragement in his gentle touches, knowing that you are entirely exposed and vulnerable to his gaze, admiring your body, the cool air surrounding you, and prickling your skin. The appreciation came off him in waves. You couldn't help but feel beautiful in that moment and revel in it. His fingers grazed your lips. You wince in surprise as he asks with a wicked grin, "Did you shave her for me?" You swallowed hard and nodded.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, then ran one up to cup your face and spread gentle kisses over your cheeks and lips. His other hand wandered southward, teasing your nipples as his mouth tasted every inch of your skin. He walks you back until the back of your legs hit the bed, pressing you down, his tongue licked into the curves of your body, caressing and exploring until your breath hitched and your heart raced.

"Ten! That tickles," you squeal and squirm when his tongue wriggles in your belly button. 

Tenko let out a low moan as he licked up and found one of your nipples, and he licked and sucked on it hungrily until you were arching into him in pleasure. His hands roamed down to your hips, then back up to your breasts as his mouth hungrily devoured your body. You cupped his head, fingers entangled in his hair, encouraging him to suck harder. Every inch of you was consumed and explored, and when he had finally finished, he pulled away, breathing heavily. He flipped you over, and you shuddered as his tongue ran up your spine. He bit your butt, and you squeaked and kicked the air.

"Ten-chan!" Tenko pulled back and laughed. 

"You've never let me have this much. It's getting too hard to hold back. But I promise I will be gentle," he moans. Flipping you back over, parting your legs to lick and nip at your inner thighs.

"T-T-T-Tenko," you whimper, pleading with your eyes. He stops long enough to let you ask your question while he nuzzles your leg. "Have you ever been with a virgin? You seem too big." Tenko pulls a face, contemplating how to measure out his words.

"No. My partners have been experienced. I promise I will do my best and take care of all your needs. You are so perfect and wet. I studied and got advice to get you ready. I ache to be inside you," he panted. Lightly rubbing your clit with his thumb. His eyes spoke volumes of desire. Gently, he ran his hands along your thighs, the warmth of his touch setting your core aflame. His breath stroked your thigh. Dropping feather-light kisses on your skin, and lay his head softly against the exposed flesh of your inner thigh. His tongue follows down your apex in a familiar act that puts you more at ease. Your body quivered with anticipation, and you hungered for more.

"You are already dripping. You are so pretty for me," Tenko growled. Spreading your lips and staring, his fingers opening you up as he licks his lips.

"T-t-en, can you stop that," you stammer.

"Stop what? You don't like it?" Tenko asked, pausing his fingers but still staring only at your pussy. You cover your eyes with your hands.

"It's not that I don't like it. Whenever you do things to me, it makes my head fuzzy and blank, and I don't know what to say. It's like all my senses are on overload, to the point where I'm overwhelmed and don't know what to say or do! It does feel really good and embarrassing to feel your gaze on me," you whisper, blushing.

"How do you expect me to hold back when you say such cute things? Fine, I won't look," he panted. He fiercely dipped his head between your legs, his breath ragged as his tongue worked expertly against your sensitive spot. As his skilled ministrations sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through you, it was all you could do to gasp for air. He intensified his touch, holding you firmly against him as you began to writhe in rapture. Unable to resist his advances, you begged for more, though he compelled you to remain still as the waves of pleasure coursed through you like a raging storm. Your body chose the path of least resistance, succumbing to bliss as his fondling grew more and more fervent. Oh, how he tantalized you! His tongue darted in and out of your folds, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your center. His fingers soon found their way inside you, and you gasped, the sensations intensifying. He added three fingers again, and you squirmed, the pressure almost too much. Flinching when he spreads them to stretch you.

"Tenko. That hurts a little," you whimper.

"I know. Just a little more. I have a bit above-average length, but I can see my thickness being a problem. You're too tight. Bear with it and relax. Just a little more," Tenko mumbles around your clit. Growling and nipping, sending vibrations and sharp sensations that made you arch your back and clutch his hair. He continued to pleasure you, each caress and lick, making you moan with pain and desire.

He moved his fingers in circles, faster and faster, sending you into a frenzy. Sucking your clit roughly, nipping the bundle of nerves to grind into his face, spreading his fingers, then pumping, spreading, and pumping. You can feel your orgasm building, and as you reach the peak, you buried your hands in his hair and let out a deep, guttural moan, throwing your head back. 

"Ah, ah, ah, Ten! I'm cumming," you screamed. He pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his lips, knowing you came because of him.

"I'll never get tired of that sight. You are dripping with sweetness," Tenko sighed with contentment. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand before reaching over to open a box of condoms, grimacing as he rolled it on. You watch with rapt attention. "What the fuck," he yelped and mumbled.

"What's wrong? Don't you want me to suck you?" You panted.

"Nothing. Don't move. I want to be in you. Spread yourself wide for me," he breathed. You do as he asks. His bright eyes burned into yours as he crawled over your hot body. He cages you in his arms, a light kiss before his masterful hands joining between your frantic bodies. You felt him align with your inviting entrance. He tried to ease in but ended up slipping. With a slight shift, he gripes his shaft and thrusts his hips hard and deep, that moment of bliss and excruciating pain melting the two of you as one.

"Ten. Ten, it hurts!" You screamed, meeting his imploring gaze with a fiery glare. Writhing against his grip, you fought him with all your might, desperate to break free. His arms quaked with effort as he held onto you, his muscles tense as a coil beneath your grasp, his teeth grinding.

"Too tight," He hissed. His mouth moved, but no words came out. His lips instead twisted into a grimace of pain. It felt like a merciless invasion, held firmly in place by a blazing hot rubber battering ram ruthlessly determined to tear you in two. No matter how hard you tried to resist, it seemed unstoppable as it stretched the life out of you. Heaving and panting, he still wouldn't release you from his iron grip. Your legs shook, and tears streamed down your face.

"Ten!" Your anger and frustration boiled over like a volcano, and with one final gasp, you shoved yourself. He followed with a grunt, his eyes filled with rage, as he tore his glove off with his teeth, grabbed his base, and ripped himself free of you. Decaying the condom with a gasp of relief. Immediately you yelped and scuttled from him. Cradling your aching, bleeding pussy in your hands and whimpering in pain. Breathing deeply, you tried not to check the hurt expression on his face. But you couldn't stop those emotions from bubbling to the surface. It seemed like time had frozen as your eyes met his. His gaze filled with hurt and longing. You both share a moment of remorse before you look away, unable to bear the mixed feelings of relief and guilt. You were relieved to have finally escaped his massive cock, but a part of you still felt disturbed by the fact that Tenko had been in physical pain, too.

"Fuck, your bleeding," he hissed. Tenko erupted into action, frantically dashing towards the mini-fridge and snatching a drink. With a swift, determined movement, he grabbed a washcloth and expertly arranged it around the cold beverage. He tenderly, yet urgently, placed it against the back of your hands. You relished in the relief of your throbbing wound as an awkward chuckle escaped Tenko's lips. Amid his attempt to conceal his idiotic grin, he softly apologized, "Are you ok? I'm sorry."

"You don't look sorry," With a scowl, you gritted your teeth. You had never seen Tenko appear so ecstatic before. He was practically vibrating with joy.

"I'm sorry I hurt my favorite spot. Are you alright?" he says, feigning innocence, although the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth could give him away any second.

You shift uneasily and shrug, "I do this monthly. What are you smiling about?" Trying to ease the sting of your pride.

"I took it. It may have only been my tip, but I was in you. You gave it to me, and I took it. No one can have it. I wasn't going to let anyone else have it. What you gave me is a tiny piece of you," he giggled, barely containing his excitement. It was unnerving, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as the magnitude of the situation dawned on you. "Wait, that was only the tip?" Your voice shook as disbelief and horror seeped into your bones. Surely not—but there was no denying the fear that raced through you as the grim reality sunk in. He may not fit, ever. He is as wide as the can you are holding to yourself. You shuddered at the thought.

"Yeah," he groaned. His expression is as pained as his words. "The condom felt like a metal vice. I've used this brand before, but maybe it was because it was you. I felt something stronger with you — a sense of desire like I never experienced before. I felt harder and more excited than with anyone else."

The full impact of his words hit you like a truck, making your heart drop even further and your mouth drops open in shock. Your heart fluttered at his pretty words. Was this a confession of love? You steadied yourself with a deep breath and faced reality head-on. There was only one thing left to do: keep calm, be brave, and deal with the situation.

"I don't feel different. My virginity wasn't something I felt I had, I wasn't using it, and it wasn't that special of a thing since it's more like a concept… it's hard to explain," you say timidly.

"Then why with me?" He asked, scratching his neck.

"I wanted to understand my feelings about you. I thought being connected more intimately would help me," you answer nervously.

He scoffed and crossed his arms. 

"So, you didn't think it would be special unless it was with me?" Your heart raced at his words. His piercing gaze left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. His eyes softened, and he brushed his fingertips across your cheek. "Well, I'm glad you did because it was special. It was with you."

"I think I'm ready to try it again," you squeak bashfully. Tenko shook his head with grave sorrow, scratching around his eye, concern creasing his forehead as he ran his hand across his face. 

"The condoms will still be an issue," he sighed, his voice heavy with disappointment.

"We can try without a condom," you say, your eyes burning with desire. Tenko's eyes widen, his breath coming in rushed gasps. Suddenly, he darts to his nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. He quickly grabs the can without hesitation, tossing it aside, and stares hungrily at your swollen sex.

"Beautiful," he pants, his erection pressing eagerly against your thigh. "I already deflowered you, and your body still shows its pleasures. You drive me wild. Let me show you the destruction I can bring." You cringe inwardly and hope he stops saying things like that. Popping the lid open for the lube, he pours it onto both of you, the anticipation almost too much. He is pressing down on you when you throw up your hands to stop him.

"Aren't you worried about babies," you shout in apprehension.

"I'll take responsibility," He growled fiercely, staking his claim as he rubbed himself between your legs. You gasp in pleasure and pain, knowing you had to plunge this time. You hesitate, unsure of his words. You know you are taking the pill, but he doesn't know. You wonder if he really means those words? Will he keep you safe and shoulder the burden with you, or will he turn his back when things get tough? Tenko lies, but he seems sincere. His light rasp interrupts your thoughts, his cock notching at your entrance, "I will be yours, and you will be mine. Would that be so bad? Stop me. Stop me now because once we start, I will not be able to go back, no matter how much I make you cry."

No. That wouldn't be so bad, you think. You know there is bad love. With Tenko, you know it's too late. Toxic or not, you had fallen for him. You allowed yourself to be drawn in, each glance a promise of the moments to come. It would not be so bad to belong to each other. You reach between you and help him push into you with a squirm and a gasp. You can feel the heat radiating between you, entangling together in a forbidden embrace. You know it's wrong, yet it feels right. For the first time, you wonder what it might feel like to belong to one another as equals. Pulling him closer, every inch of his body pushing into yours, with a deep shuddering sigh. It still aches and throbs, but his crown pushes into your swollen entrance, so gradually it feels like a slow knife. 

"All at once," You plead desperately, eyes full of lust and longing. Your heart thuds against your chest with an emotion you've never felt. Tenko's breathing was quick and rough as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pushing in with a deep groan and a primal growl. He sinks into you, every sensation amplified as the wave of pain makes you writhe and dig your nails in. His hands grasp yours tightly as you succumb to the rush of rapture. Pain and bliss flooded your veins as ecstasy flowed through your quaking body.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to claw you. It stings. I feel too full," you trembled, your tears prickling your eyes and heavy on your lashes. He stared down at you, starved for more, the two of you locked in a desperate embrace.

"No, I made you bleed," he breathed, husky with lust. "This is only fair. I can take it. Are you ready? One more, and I should be in all the way," He thrust forward again, pushing roughly against your slick opening until he filled you completely. You let out a raw scream of his name and clawed at the back of his neck, your body shaking with pleasure.

"You are amazing. You are so tight. Look, I'm all the way in," Tenko whispers, his voice trembling with pleasure. Tenko shudders above you as heat spreads through your core. His eyes are heavy and languid as your grip tightens around him. Every time you move, he groans, the pleasure too much to bear. His chest heaves with each breath, drenching your skin in his warmth. You can feel his heart quivering deep within you, blood rushing through his veins. You can feel every ridge and throb of his length as you explore him further, pushing yourself into a crescendo of pleasure. A river of ecstasy persists between you, and you feel truly as one.

"I'm going to move," he growls. With one last warning, he slides out and buries himself back inside your resistive walls. His movements become more urgent with each passionate stroke taken with a renewed vigor. "Roll your hips," He urges you to move with him to help tease the sweet pressure he's executing to reach the best spots. It helps him move faster and deeper.

"Trenko, that's too rough," you plead. 

"It can't be helped. You are rocking against me," Tenko groaned. Together, swaying in a way that edges into the ultimate bliss. Your body trembling with each thrust, your palms slick with sweat and blood. His strong hands pressing into your hips, pushing you to the limit. The two of you move in unison as if fate had designed you for each other. Your bodies cling together as Tenko drives deeper and more profound, faster and harder, the tempo of your passion increasing with each stroke. The heat of his skin against yours sends sparks of electricity through your veins. Your moans of pleasure echo through the night and through your soul. He crashes through you, his eyes intent. His movements were savage, each punishing thrust taking you closer to the edge.

The passion between you reaches a fever pitch as you both reach for the ultimate climax. Waves of pleasure roll through you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Tenko leaned down to press his lips against yours, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth in a tantalizing dance. His pace quickened, pushing you higher to the brink of ecstasy. Tenko erupts in a deep groan as the pleasure overtakes him. Heat and harsh throbbing made you mewl and clench on him.

His back dripping blood as you pant, "Ten, Ah, Ten. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Ten. Slow down." He let out a low moan of pleasure as his body climaxed. His stomach muscles bunch as his hips stutter against yours. With a final hard thrust, the electricity of pleasure ran up your spine as you arched up to him, and his shudder of release sent you spiraling. You lay in each other's arms, heartbeats slowing, love and passion have conquered, and there is only bliss for now.

"I have a confession," he says, still buried in you.

"What?" you pant.

"I came when I got all the way in you. We might have to go all night long because that was not enough. Is that ok?" You kiss him in response. The two of you go for hours until you collapse on top of each other, exhausted from the intensity of it all.

"Let me rest for a moment. I want to snuggle and talk, please," you gasp.

Tenko nodded, his hot body relaxing and molding to yours, pulling you to lay on top of him, resting your head on his chest. It is hard, covered in sweat, but you can hear the steady rythm of his heartbeat and take comfort in that. "I will say our date is over. Are you going to tell me why you tried to rape me?" He freezes, rolling off and staring at the ceiling before responding. He raises his hand, now ungloved, for you to see, and chills run through your body. You still clung to him, hung on every word.

"I killed my family with this hand. My older sister, my mother, my grandparents. A villain…awoke something in me. I did not know what was happening, but I accidentally killed my family. My father hit me with a shovel. It's how I got this scar. It still itches," he touches the one over his eye. "If he had reached for the sweeper. He would be dead also." He said with a lilt of desire that frightened you. His eyes dart to you, dark with some unseen craving, flickered to you as a chill swept down your spine. You wanted—no, needed—to hear more, and he obliged, his story unfolding like a horror movie, bringing you further into its depths. "My father left me a ton of money and disappeared. My father had disappeared, abandoning me. I thought it was over when I was forsaken as a child, left alone in the world with nothing but a hefty inheritance. I was barely conscious, lying whimpering among the dust, and had almost given up hope when All Might stumbled across my pitiful body and took me in. It was then that my life changed, and he offered me the chance to start anew. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't found me? Fate is cruel. I was mad because he offered me a spot in the hero course."

You wait with bated breath, but then he finishes talking abruptly. Your mouth agape, you look at him with fury, disbelief, and sadness. Sitting up abruptly, your heart heavy with disappointment, you grab your pillow and rear back.

"Wait--you were offered a spot in the acclaimed Hero Course, and you acted like it made you *mad*! How could you *not* take it?! Do you even know how *difficult* it is to get in, and you had the chance *so late* in your life?" You say, smacking him with a pillow for emphasis.

He mumbled from under the pillow, "You are so violent! That's not the normal reaction I get from that story." You quickly pull the pillow away, revealing tears in your eyes. You threw your arms around him, clutching him tightly. "That's what a regular response would be," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "I didn't accept it because I have a villain's Quirk. That is my fate in life."

"I can't even fathom," you began, shaking your head in disbelief, "The burden you have had to carry. I'm so sorry, Ten-Chan. But still, you mustn't allow your Quirk to stand in the way of your goals, whatever they may be. After all, my Quirk is nothing out of the ordinary, and people are always shocked to hear it's called 'Domestic Goddess.' Yet, despite what assumptions they may make, I use my Quirk to my advantage. To prove myself, to make money, to better myself. I would jump at the chance of attending the hero's course if I had the opportunity. It's not about the Quirk itself. It's about the potential and the power of what that potential can become," you finished, emphasizing your words with a passionate determination.

"Power? Domestic goddess? Come to think of it, you've never talked about your Quirk or inquired what mine is. I'm curious to know what you'd do if you were in the hero course. What are your dreams?" Tenko pressed closer to you, their nose grazing your neck as they asked, awe and curiosity thick in his voice.

"Yeah. It's a family quirk, hence the stupid name. People think it's only good for being a domestic partner or a baby machine. Maybe I will marry and have kids, but I will earn money in the meantime. It's hard surviving without it," you say, playing with his hair in self-comfort. "I'm an enhancer. If I have strong emotions like love or hate, I can make it affect what I touch. It's nice that no one can stop me from using it. But if I was in the hero's course, I would use it for inside trading," you admit, your eyes dark and desperate. A shaky breath escapes you.

"That's not a very hero thing to say." Tenko kissed. You rolled your eyes. One thing you will never claim to be is a hero, "What, do you think I'm going to be able to beat up villains?"

"How do you plan on earning all this money alone? Wouldn't it be easier if you let your lover take care of you? Just a little for once," Tenko purred, his suggestion dripping with innuendo as he rolled you over and nestled his hard cock against your pelvis. His words lingered in the air. The implications are as heavy as the desire between you both.

"I'll work for my Mom after graduation and expand her physical shop and company's contracts. I got a few gigs on the side. I am not looking for a hero, Tenko." You gasp when four fingers tenderly wrap around your throat, and the look of contempt spreads over his face. His gaze is ice cold, daring you to say something else he will hate. Suddenly, Tenko seemed to double his strength, his bright eyes burning with intensity, flipping you face-down. His powerful arms pinned your face to the pillow, and you squealed in fear because it was his ungloved hand. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, and growled, "I'm not your hero. I'm your villain and lover." He gripped your waist and entered harshly with one thrust. You turned your head to gasp for air and looked up at him with one of fear and arousal. His words made your cunt tighten on his length. He moaned.

"You really know how to rile me up. I'll take the hero's course. I'll even help you with inside trading. But you have to make me want a future," he graveled. What? You thought. He entered you with fire in his eyes. His fury was palpable, and yet the passion with which he seized you was undeniable. Pressing his chest into your back and his hips against your tight, round ass. Tenko began to move his hips against you. Every thrust felt like a desperate plea as if he begged you to be his and his alone. You tried to fight back the tears, yet they threatened to give way as you allowed yourself to be consumed by him. You rocked your hips back and forth with each thrust, feeling the pleasure grow more and more intense as the sensations built up within you. He increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts, kissing your womb and sending a shockwave through your center up your spine. 

You can't let him have you with the weight of the Touya threat looming over you. You melted into each other, still connected, the intensity of the moment still radiating through you. Tenko pulled you up into his arms by your neck, his heart still thumping against your back as he kissed the back of your neck. With one final, deep thrust, you cried out in pleasure as your body trembled with the powerful wave of orgasm that consumed you. Your body spasmed with pleasure as he filled you with his warmth. When it was done, he let you collapse in a gasping, quivering heap on the bed. He embraced you and kissed your neck tenderly as you both calmed your breathing. He held you tightly, feeling a deep satisfaction as you curled against him, your body still trembling with pleasure from your passionate tryst. Tenko's gentle breath hit your neck as he asked if it was good. His voice was deep and full of the same emotion racing through your veins.

"Yes," you sighed, surrendering to the warmth that rushed through you as his warmth enveloped you. As you drift into sleep, you smile, feeling the strength and love you have just shared through their bodies.

Tenko  rose from the bed with a newfound vigor and a determined gait, putting his glove back on as he went. He paused, watching with adoration as you lay beneath the blanket, he had pulled over you. There was no doubt in his mind. He had finally admitted to himself he's been in love with you for a long time. Probably the moment you walked into the gamers' club with that look, he had never seen a look of such fervent obsession, and underneath it was an undeniable fear. You are tenacious. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep you if he kept the All Might thing from you. But he didn't tell you everything. He went for a short walk. With a satisfied smile, he gently kissed your lips before crawling beside you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you, hiking your leg around his waist, and placing his cock back in you.

He had fucked you so hard you didn't wake. You sighed in contentment and flopped your arm over him. Although you had been sleeping through it, a soft hum of satisfaction escaped your lips, and your body aligned itself with his, molding to him. His heart was so full that he feared it might burst. In a satisfied whisper, he uttered, "I ruined you for all other men. This was fate." He allowed his eyelids to succumb to the exhaustion. His face hurt because he never smiled this much in his entire life.

You yanked yourself away from Tenko's embrace, feeling like his touch still lingered on your body, perhaps a consequence of his aggressive lovemaking. No, it was he let himself go limp inside of you. You knew he was worn out, but Tenko was still fast asleep after your shower. You see, he had gotten your bag at some point in the night. You left a text letting him know you were getting some breakfast before you left the bedroom. Unaware that Touya was following close behind. You gasped in shock as you felt his presence, jerking away as quickly as possible.

"You're so jumpy, little mouse. I only wanted to tease you a little bit, not scare you," Touya grinned.

You back away, gripping your chest, heart pounding as you ask, "What are you doing here?" Touya shrugs as if it is obvious.

"Shiori was tired. This was affordable, available, and close by," Touya says. That makes sense. It's the reason you chose this hotel. Touya seems too friendly, and it puts you on edge. He is too close, adding to your anxiety, "You wanted to talk to me about something. How about I buy you breakfast, and we can talk." The closer he is to you, the more something about his smile makes you anxious. 

"That's a nice offer..." You attempt to finish your sentence when he suddenly captures your hand and pulls you towards Shiori's table. A mixture of uncertainty and anticipation swirls in your head, and all the possibility of a new opportunity looms. It should be alright if Shiori is there. You try to wrest your hand free, "I need to get my portfolio! I'll be right back!"

You race to the room, grabbing your bag as you leave. Tenko is still sound asleep. Your heart swells with butterflies as you suddenly realize the magnitude of the offer. This could be it! You can become equals and express the love to Tenko that you have kept hidden for so long. You take a deep breath and make the decision to seize the moment. You will confess your feelings to Tenko and do whatever it takes to start a new life together. The thought of it fills you with excitement and determination. There's no turning back now!

You present Touya with your portfolio, your eyes meeting his with determination. "I spoke with several girls, and while your reputation as a lover is awful, I showed them these pictures demonstrating your gentle, caring, personal side, and their overall perception of you improved by at least 20%. Your social media lacks any personal touch if you take a look here...." You gesture to the charts, explaining in detail how his income could increase if he utilizes all the tips and resources within your portfolio.

"I like a lot of these photos. You took them, didn't you? Many are in the gamer room," He nods approvingly at the photos, a satisfied look on his face, and he winks at Shiori a few times. Her expression quickly shifts from confusion to distress as she stands up from the table. She was already looking glazed over from the start of the conversation. Clutching her hands together nervously, she hastily returns with two glasses of juice. You take a sip and murmur a quiet thank you. Even though you and Shiori have never gotten along, you suddenly find yourself filled with pity. Touya seems to have completely broken her last night. Suddenly, the pieces of why she's here are all coming together. You can't help but feel a tug of compassion for this girl who had the world at her fingertips only to have it taken away by Touya's whims. The thought is almost too much for you to handle, although she knew what he was like, and it was her choice. She shouldn't have hooked back up with him again.

You steel yourself for the approaching moment of truth. You want Tenko. Touya noticing that you have been taking pictures of him also makes you feel edgy, "Of course. With my quirk," you say with a sly half-smile. "I can put you in the best light in any situation photo. I…I…What?" you ask, confused. You feel so sleepy suddenly, a feeling of weariness washes over you. Tenko did go hard last night. You continue as professional as possible but the world wavers. The moments after that are a blur.

You  open your eyes, and the world is like a twisted blur, whirling around you in dizzying circles. You felt a sharp wave of nausea surge over you, and when you looked over, Touya was holding out something for you. "Stop!" you pleaded desperately. In response, Touya quickly pulled over, coming to a screeching halt.  

He couldn't bear watching you suffer any longer as you began to turn green. Swerving to the side of the road, he pulled over and held your hair back, tenderly caressing your head in a tight embrace. "Are you getting car sick? It always happens to me. That's why I carry Dramamine in the glove box," he murmured softly.

You looked up with shock, stammering, "Wha-What's going on?" Your voice quivered as you stepped away from him, uncomfortably aware of the intensity of the situation. You shook your head as you stared blankly, unsure of what was happening. Your lungs felt heavy, your head fuzzy, and your heart sank as he shuffled towards you.

"Whoa, their little mouse. Don't hurt yourself. We have so much work to do," he breathed in your ear. His fingers stroked through your hair.

Flashes come to you.

"Is this sorting out your feelings! Is this what you think of me!" Tenko shouted. Rage and hatred radiated off of him. Tears and crying. You groan.

"Ten-chan? No. I love you." That pathetic sobbing is you. The lightning flashed furiously, cutting through your memory like a thousand knives. Images of the past came tumbling out, colliding with your present. You were surrounded by tumult, captivated, and immobilized in an ocean of memory. You look to Touya, "Did Tenko really break up with me?"

"Are you crying?" Touya grinned, a devilish smile stretching across his face. Emotions crashed together like turbulent waves, threatening to drown you in the chaos. Tenko yelling. You could feel yourself unraveling, being enveloped in a deluge of thoughts. Tenko is being pulled away by a dark figure. You attempted to express your feelings, but the words seemed caught in your throat, terror keeping them hostage. "I will fucking kill you, Touya! I'll teach you to play with people's hearts!"

"Wha-yes," you sobbed, your body shaking as you kneeled on the side of the road. The tension built until it seemed unbearable. One final flash of lightning and the heavens opened, unleashing a torrent of emotion. Tenko said, "You couldn't wait two weeks! You are trying to break our deal with only two weeks left. For this evil fucker! You will always be mine!" You could feel yourself collapsing under the weight of it all, clinging onto anything that could keep you afloat. 

"No," you wept.

"Then it is true - he has broken your heart and taken your innocence. I warned you it is what he does," Touya said, harshness and delight ringing in his voice. You look at Touya, and a memory of his hot fingers forced into your mouth as he pulls you to him. Tenko screaming at you in your face. Blue flames. A black swirl. People holding him back. Touya saying he will help you. "You want to get to know the real me?"

In the present, Touya scooped you up from the ground and buckled you back into the car seat, his face haughty as he spoke, "I know you're in a bit of a mess, but it'll be alright. We just need to stay out of sight until Tenko calms down." You feel so weak and tired that you let him take care of you.

"What happened? Where are we going? My head is so foggy I don't remember everything," you groan. Touya gingerly turns your head to face him, a strange smile tugging at his lips. Unsettled by the sight, you shudder, unsure of what he has planned.

"Hey, now. Are you ok? Should I take you to a doctor first? What do you mean you don't remember? Come to think of it, you did seem a bit out of it," Touya grins as he brushes his finger against your bottom lip and the corner of your mouth, assuming it is vomit until he leans in and gently kisses your lips. You shriek, recoiling in horror, your eyes wide with confusion. 

"Little mouse," Touya replies calmly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You told me everything. I don't mind a little puke from you. Your desperate need for a place to stay and how you require more data. How you pined for me. It is like fate. I'm taking you to my place where we can both lay low."

"What?!" You gasp in alarm, frantically trying to recall anything. Unable to, you begin to frantically look for your phone. Your gaze casts up to Touya, who holds out the mangled remains of your cell phone, the glass splintered in a million pieces. He arches an eyebrow at you, looking concerned as he asks, "Sorry, it got broken in the scuffle. You really don't remember anything?"

"No," you whimper, tears streaming down your face. "We can't go back to your place if Tenko is still angry." The thought of returning brings a stab of pain to your heart.

"Your right." He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, a grin spreading across his lips. "I'm not taking you there. I'm taking you to my family's estate, where I will introduce you to my family as my girlfriend. You said you needed more data for a personal touch to my social media account. I never thought I'd have someone by my side to share this moment with. But first I'm taking you to a doctor. We can worry about the rest later," he says as he tenderly brushes a strand of hair from your face.

Your stomach churns, and a cold fear washes over you as his hand moves to your shoulder. You recoil sharply, and the words spill from you like venom. "I'm not your girlfriend!" you snap as the car speeds recklessly to some unknown destination. Where is he taking you? You barely have the time to think before pulling up in front of a private doctor's office. How long has it been since you passed out? As you step out, you feel a wave of relief roll over you, despite the weird circumstances. You realize that it's probably best for you to be checked out by a doctor. He takes your hand, reassuringly stroking your knuckles.

"First, let's get you to a doctor. I thought you fell asleep due to stress and car sickness, but this is something else," he says, his voice deep and tender. You nod, barely able to keep a glimmer of hope in your heart. You know it's a risk, but what else can you do? As you stumble out of the car, his strong hands cradle you, steadying you. His gaze is unwavering as he speaks, "Well, that hurts, little mouse. I was hoping for the real thing. I know you're putting yourself out there for Tenko, but I can offer you so much more. A chance to finish your final project and to have a nice place to stay. You can pretend to be my girlfriend like you did for Tenko."

He presses his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged. You shut your eyes, letting his warmth envelop you. You can feel the sincerity and truth resonating from him. He pulls back, his expression soft but his gaze burning. You could feel the intensity he was radiating as he looked at you. "I promise everything will be alright." You can feel the strength of his sincerity through his words and the intensity of his gaze. He pulls back, smiling down at you. His voice is a reassuring whisper in the night.

Touya  tugged at the doctor's shirt sleeve, your uncertainty of the situation palpable. As they pulled away from you, your anxiety grew as you scanned the room, noting each detail with a heightened sense of unease. What could be so important, you wondered, that Touya had to whisper it into the doctor's ear? You sang from your feet, tugging anxiously at the sleeves of your hoodie as you awaited the answer.  

"I'm Doctor Ujiko. You're not out of the woods yet, Touya," Doctor Ujiko warned sternly, shaking his head. "You have been severely dehydrated, and that bump on your head means business. I'm going to prescribe fluids. Make sure you get some serious rest for the next two weeks. I don't want to see you here anytime soon. Do you understand me?"

Touya nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yes, Doctor. I promise I'll take care of her. Thanks," he said solemnly.

"But I have to get back to school," you sniffle as a nurse gets you a bag of fluids. Your head seemed to clear at that moment, and the pangs of screaming pain started to subside.

"Do you want to die?" Dr. Ujiko snarled, his voice seething. "I'm giving you a prescription for the pain, but bed rest is what you need. Touya, you still have to pick up that item you need at the front, and it won't come cheap!" With a final, sinister scowl, the old man swept out of the room, leaving you feeling shaken and alone with Touya.

"You look worn out," Touya's voice takes on a note of concern as he watches you, his gaze cold as he sees the weariness in your expression and the dark circles under your eyes. He frowns slightly at the sight of the ragged, oversized hoodie you wore instead of the cute clothes you usually have on. Gently, he reaches out and grasps your hand, feeling your brokenness and sensing the heaviness of your heart. With compassion he doesn't feel, he says, "Come, let me take you to your new home."

The  place looks like an impenetrable fortress, majestic and timeless, hewn from the traditional Japanese architecture of old with a few daring touches of modern innovation.

"You need to play along, and you don't know Shouto; otherwise... "Touya's stern warning shattered the silence, an ultimatum that hit you hard. Curbing your gasped response, you nodded in unwilling acceptance as Touya's grip on your shoulder tightened. You felt a surge of panic. Fired and homeless, cast out into a world you can no longer rely on. Worse, your final project will only succeed if Touya agrees. A tri-colored hair girl ran up before your fears could take over. Upon seeing you, her steps froze as if startled. Instantly, understanding flashed in her eyes.

She gasps, her voice quaking in shock as she cries, "Touya brought a GIRL home?! He has NEVER done that before! Oh no, what do we do? We don't have enough room for another person at the table!"

"Will Dad join us or eat with Shouto alone again?" Touya grumbled, his voice chilling the room. His icy eyes glared intently at his sister, eager for an answer. All his charm melted away. This was Touya with no pretenses. You shudder. Fuyumi's eyes widened, her smile fading as her brother's hostility grew unmistakably clear.

"Touya, don't be rude. Introduce us. I'm Fuyumi, Touya's little sister," She smiled. Fuyumi exuded a motherly aura rather than a sisterly one. Something Touya clearly found annoying. Touya interrupted her.

Touya's expression is dark and stormy as he demands, "She's, my girlfriend. Tell him it's serious. I brought her to meet the family." His gaze slides to you, and you feel the color creeping into your cheeks. You haven't eaten all day, and your stomach betrays you with a loud growl. You close your eyes, wishing the ground would swallow you up, but Touya's voice cuts through the air, softer this time. "Clearly, she's had it rough. She's usually so cute and bashful. I just brought her straight from the doctor's office. Make an extra place at the table."

Touya leads you to the table, you gape, and your eyes widen when the intimidating figure of Endeavor strides into the room. His bulky frame and handsome features strike amazement into your heart, and Shouto's eyes light up with excitement. Gathering your courage, you introduce yourself and bow politely, pretending you met him for the first time. Endeavor sends him away to eat alone because Shouto is on a special diet. It still seemed weird to you, but you stayed quiet. The dinner proceeded peacefully, enjoying a delicious dinner and easy conversation with the siblings, Fuyumi and Natsuo. The tension between Touya and Endeavour was evident. Endeavour looked up from his plate and cleared his throat.

"Touya, you said this girl was crucial that we must meet. What is your news?" Curiously, Endeavour folded his arms and questioned. Touya wrapped himself around you, gently rubbing your belly, making you stiffen and squeak.

"We're having a baby. I got my little mouse here knocked up. The doctor says she needs bed rest, and I'm going to take care of her." And as if that wasn't enough, Touya's voice took on a mocking tone as he spoke. "I'm asking you to treat her better than just family. I'm sure you'll manage." The tension in the room increased. You can almost taste it as anticipation hangs heavy. Your jaw slacked in shock as realization and dread hit you like an avalanche. He grins manically, touching you tenderly while Touya holds you close, and his hands continue their soothing motion until he is draped over you possessively, "Here's the proof. Positive pregnancy test and an order to for bed rest." Touya barely gave Endeavor time to process before he continued, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you close, tossing the paperwork at him. Tenko's hands worked in sweeping, soothing motion like he was trying to comfort you even after he'd dropped this bombshell of news. You sure as hell don't feel comforted. Endeavor's face grew stony as he stared at the pregnancy test and doctor's orders before him, disbelief slowly morphing into anger.

You try to use your eyes to express your mental scream directed at Touya. What are you doing, Touya!?! They shouted. The pressure crackling between you was so thick you wanted to puke. The siblings stared at you, their eyes wide in disbelief, draining of color.  What is Touya up to?  Your mind raced with the reality of the night before, you had lost your virginity, but you had been on the pill. There was no way you could be pregnant. This was insane. Endeavor had just heard from his eldest son that he had gotten a girl pregnant and was now feeling a mix of rage and disappointment extremely evident.

"What were you thinking!?" Endeavor roared, thundering through the room as he slammed his fist on the table, crushing the paperwork and scattering it across the floor.

"That I could become a better father than you!" Touya smirked at him and replied cockily.

Endeavor shook his head and looked away, trying to control his anger. He looked back at his son and slowly spoke, "You're not a father. Not yet. You're still a boy and haven't even finished UA."

"Age is just a number, Dad." Touya shrugged and drew a circle in the air with his finger, "And besides, it's all worked out. She wants to keep the baby, and our family is growing."

Endeavor took a deep breath and said in a more even tone, "I just want you to understand the gravity of the situation. I can't believe you would be so irresponsible."

 "Hey, I'm going to be a dad," Touya shrugged again and said. "What else is there for me to understand?"

Endeavor closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He silently counted to ten before slowly opening his eyes and looking at Touya, "It's no longer just about you. Can you even afford it without my income? You know your eccentricities are not suitable for this huge responsibility. Your quirks are not compatible. Think of the child and what you'll do to provide them with a decent life. Abortion provides an alternative. Consider it."

Did he really just dare to utter the words that ignite the fires of fury within you? Quirk Compatibility is that sickening phrase that you can't stand to think about. This arrogant man, full of hubris and completely undeserved pride, has the audacity to say such words after all the pain and trauma he has inflicted upon others due to his pursuit of a perfect quirk. You can feel your rage growing, your cheeks flushing, and your eyebrows furrow angrily. He notices the shift in your demeanor and pauses, looking at you with a newfound caution in his gaze. Natsuo's expression morphed from confusion to anger as he gazed at Endeavor. His chopsticks clenched between his fingers, ready to be plunged into Endeavour's eye. It reminded you of the harsh reality. You are the outsider, while these children had to stay here with this man.

You pause, a sly smile playing across your lips. "I think none of that will be an issue, sir," you say, your voice warm with honeyed promise. "My mother owns the largest custom textiles and clothing alteration company in the nation. From exclusive schools to prestigious members of society, those in power are her clients. Detnerat and even you are numbered among her clients. As for me, I'm looking to build on her success after graduation. Taking her empire to heights never before achieved." You pause, your gaze flicking up to meet his as a wicked grin spreads across your face. "Touya, my darling, could you please bring me my portfolio? I think that should be all the convincing you need."

Touya sprinted towards you, his excitement noticeable. Felt alive and circling for its prey. The kids are laser-focused on you and their father, who you are staring death in the eye and meeting his gaze unwaveringly. After all, you understand what it takes to be a world-renowned hero, and Endeavor was no exception. Your Dad is a pro-hero, too. You understand, scary men. Endeavor doesn't intimidate you. Touya slid and presented you with your portfolio with a flourish, his enthusiasm radiating from him.

You slide the glossy charts across the desk to Endeavor, the intensity of your gaze bearing down upon him. Explaining the numbers and the formula used for estimations, "This is how I plan a future for your son. After graduating, he can become a fully-fledged hero who simultaneously builds a career as a model. It is more than enough for him to live a comfortable life. If you look here, I intend to increase his follower numbers to catch Detnerat's eye. I intend to acquire a contract with them. Then expand to skincare and Apothecary." Endeavor is struck speechless by your ambition, silently regarding the charts with rapt attention.

Touya stared defiantly as his father glanced away. The father looked at everyone at the table and sighed, "My son needs to understand that if he's going to be a father, he needs to behave like one."

"As for quirks. Mine is called a domestic goddess. It was made for being a good wife and mother," you beam. Touya is practically vibrating with joy. Endeavor sighs, looking almost defeated when he rises from the table.

"I'll start the ball rolling and talk to the school right away so we can get you set up with remote learning for when you start showing," Endeavor gritted through his teeth. "You'll be married before giving birth and stay here with our private doctors. I'll have a prenuptial drafted for you tomorrow. A least you found a smart one," he added with a menacing glare. You gulp. A part of you did not think that would work. What he was saying sounded like orders. 

Touya's eyes flashed as he purred, "I'll put your things in my room," giving you a look that dared you to say otherwise.

Endeavor's voice was a thunderous boom as he cut in. "No. She will stay in the guest room. You've already done enough damage." He set his sights on Shouto, a deadly glare in his eyes. "It's time for training." You really didn't like him.

Fuyumi and Natsuo stepped forward with a determinedly enthusiastic offer. "We'll help!" they exclaimed, turning down the bed and picking up the suitcase. Touya watched from the door with an expression of apprehension as Fuyumi gave a tearful cry of joy. "I'm so excited to have a big sister!" With that, they left, leaving Touya darkening your door.

"You did good," he murmured, his voice oozing with a seductive hunger. His steps grow closer, like a lion preparing to stalk its prey, "You deserve a reward." In a desperate panic, you lunged for the nearest object and hurled it at him. He easily dodged everything.

"How could you do something so reckless?!" you seethe, your anger fueled by humiliation. "Do you realize what you've done? Your family now thinks we are getting married and I'm pregnant! Do you even comprehend the magnitude of this?" You give him a look that conveys your disbelief and confusion. "What in God's name were you thinking?! Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes," he says, face falling, the word laced with icy coldness as he approaches and gently wipes away the tears cascading from your eyes. His hot hands felt tender against your skin as he spoke. "You have witnessed what I have been forced to live with, and you have surpassed all my expectations, little mouse." He leaned in for a kiss, but you turned away. He looked annoyed but plastered on a fake smile. "Hey, now. Don't be mad at me. You needed a place to stay and wanted to know more about me. My Dad wouldn't let you stay if I asked nicely."

A tear cascades down your face as you utter, "This is it. The moment I snap. You could have let me know what to expect. You didn't because you wanted to mess with me as much as your Dad. You can't expect me to want to play any games with you right now. I'm in pieces, broken apart with no idea of what the future holds. And here you are, trying to make out while I'm standing here crushed? How could you be so cruel? I only want to curl up and cry until I drift into blissful sleep. What you want shouldn't be so one-sided in the first place. I need a connection, fun conversation, eating together, sharing dreams." You collapsed on the floor, exhausted and in tears.

"You're right, little mouse," Touya left and returned with a glass of water. Touya's smirk widened as he towered over your trembling frame, relishing the vulnerability in your eyes. He raised the glass of water and extended it towards you menacingly. "You must take your medicine if you want to feel better, little mouse," he said, his voice dangerously low. You searched his gaze for any sign of pity or understanding, but you found none. Relentless, Touya stood like a statue, waiting for you to accept your fate, the glass of water symbolized. You reluctantly accepted the glass and bowed your head, knowing defeat. "That's a good little mouse," Touya said, a devilish glint in his eye. "Now rest so that you may find peace."

He turned to leave, not expecting such a small broken thing to rise. With a sudden surge of strength and determination, you lunged at him, planting your foot on his backside and shoving him out the door so hard that it slammed into the adjacent wall. He grunted in surprise, dodging the glass of water that shattered beside him. He collapsed on the ground, gazing up at you in shock. Your chest was heaving, your eyes blazing with fear, adrenaline, and an unquenchable rage. You roared, "I am more than what you see!" Your veins bulged in your neck as you slammed the door for the final time.

Fuyumi's  worried voice cut through the air, "What happened?" But he didn't respond. Instead, he got to his feet and listened as you curled up and the sobs began to escape your trembling lips. The terror that lingered in your gaze only amplified his resolve. Even while Fuyumi tried desperately to clean up the mess, he smiled at her. A response is even more disturbing than his silence. He knew Fuyumi lived her life walking on eggshells.

He gazed thoughtfully and said with a sincere note of admiration, "You didn't think I would marry a girl that didn't have fire in her veins?" Fuyumi's face lit up, her eyes sparkling in recognition and affection for your courage. She smiled kindly at your door's direction and said, "She is extraordinary. I've never seen anyone else, except you, have the strength to stand up to my father like that."

"Good night, Fuyumi," he sighed, the sound of his father's rage resonating in the distance as he trudged toward the garden. Listening as his father beat the hell out of Shouto helped ease his nerves. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, tapping the bottom impatiently before lighting one with a flame from his finger. All the while, his phone kept buzzing. Taking it out to check, he let out a groan. 663 missed calls and 232 texts, all from Tenko. The task could have gone better. Sensei Kurogiri had to step in to clean up the mess.

Tenko's deep inhalation was markedly drawn out, suffusing his lungs with a sickly, acrid smoke tickling his lungs before he answered his phone. "Where is she? What have you done to her?" Tenko snarled. His words echoed through Touya's mind, and as each syllable settled like poison, the air filled with the unmistakable sound of wet, frenzied scraping. Tenko had most surely worked himself into an animalistic hysteria, scratching his body raw with sheer, unrestrained rage.

"Don't worry about her. She is perfectly safe. It's a shame it had to come to this. Before you came, she was muttering some interesting things in her dazed state. She mentioned a connection, fun conversation, eating together, and sharing dreams. Tsk. Tsk. Did you forget our shared dream first?" Touya asks, his voice breaking with false sorrow.

"She is the one who convinced me to enter the hero course last night. Let her go," Tenko says with clenched teeth, his fingers scratching with barely restrained fury.

Touya stared coldly at the dancing smoke as he imagined the pleading figure before him, a smug expression slowly creeping onto his face as he spoke, "I don't think so. When I see you succeeding, rising up to be the leader your role requires, then I will let the little mouse go." His pleasure was unmistakable. The joy of controlling another's destiny twisting in the air like the smoke before fed his sadistic nature sweetly. He snapped his fingers, and the smoke danced in a frenzy.

"I don't forgive anyone," Tenko hissed. An ominous threat that reverberated in the deathly stillness that had settled over Touya. Touya took his time to consider the Shogi playing in his mind. The threat said many things, and Touya was a little impressed. The tension weighed heavily in the air until it seemed to crush them both.

"You think she won't take you back? After all, you made her cry," Touya teased. "Well, you could always call a hero. Tell them I kidnapped her."

"You think you can play me like a fool?" Tenko scoffed. "You think you can trick your way out of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't have taken her. I know you will hide behind your privilege. You don't even understand her." Tenko growled, his temper rising. "Once I'm in the Heroes program, you'll release her. That is the step you wanted toward your dream. That's fair," Tenko affirmed, his wrath boiling in his veins.

Touya knew it was an order. One, he will have to figure out how to get around. He mulled it over and decided he wouldn't mind being the cat to his little mouse. He was able to manipulate Tenko easier than you with just a few things you said before you rejected him. He finished his cigarette and snuck into your room. Prepared to take action, Touya stealthily made his way to your bedroom. Silently standing in the shadows, he studied your resting figure with a satisfied gleam in his eye.

Like Shiori, Touya was incredulous as to why Tenko was so captivated by you. He believed you to be a naive, dumb little shallow crybaby. A girl trying too hard to get attention. He initially assumed that Tenko sought to experience what it felt like to ravage somebody's heart. An act that Touya himself had done multiple times to all the girls that had any fondness for Tenko. Then, you stole Tenko's cold, blackened heart. Something that Touya never thought would happen. Had he known that you would be the one to persuade Tenko to seek a hero's path, he might have backed off. Unfortunately for you, it's now too little, too late.

You were an enigma, almost as capable as he was of manipulating emotions. He adjusted his stance to be closer and leaned in, breathing in your scent. To him, you smelled like sweet fixation and tender love. One of those things he did not understand. His heart raced as he slowly pulled the blanket off you, exposing your half-naked form. You didn't stir, so he continued to study your body. Letting his gaze wander over your body, taking in every inch of you and causing a smirk to pass over his lips as he noticed you were clad in only a hoodie. Your bare legs caught his eye. His fingertips trailed up from your thigh, and his grip tightened on the supple flesh of your ass, causing you to moan in your sleep, and he felt an overwhelming possessiveness surge through him. What a lewd body, he thinks with a pleasant smile. You shifted but stayed fast asleep.

He began rummaging through your personal things, devising a strategy to unravel you emotionally. He is confused about why you started dating Tenko in the first place. You seemed utterly terrified of him. He heard the rumors of blackmail from your girlfriends, but he could not get you to confirm or deny it. Tenko seemed to have won you slowly over time. That's not how consensual dating works, from his experience. He wonders what kind of girl would like Tenko enough to reject him? His intuition tells him it will be easier for him if he can discover why and how Tenko caught you. Tenko mentioned a deal in his rage.

He was on the brink of his patience, ready to give up, until he stumbled upon something that sparked an unseen fire within him. His mouth suddenly broke into a wide, wicked smile as an ingenious plan began to form in his mind. One that would crush his father and maybe his world. He goes back to your body. The decisions before him were weighted heavily; he didn't want to cement it until he could see what you could do for him. He was tempted to imagine the shock and surprise on your face if he ripped your panties off and left the door wide open, yet he chose to wait until the time was right. He had to know if you could handle what would follow. You should be able to handle it if you can handle Tenko.

"Let's see how you handle the real me first," he said to the darkness.  

[faulty-writes]

[ I present to you Chapter three of my Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki AU series. I hope you enjoy it! To see the previous chapters you can follow this link to my blog. ]

[ Chapter Three Summary: Tenko returns home after a lousy day of hero work with Izuku. His mood remains sour even when his caretaker, Oboro Shirakumo tries to cheer him up. After learning what happened he's shocked to find out your "villain" name sounds familiar but he can't place where he's heard it before. ]

“Hello!” Tenko shouted after kicking open the front door with Izuku trailing behind him. He walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa, crossing his arms with an irritated expression. “I’m home after another lousy day!” he added, expecting his father to come out from wherever he was.

“Um, Tenko are you sure-” Izuku paused when he heard a noise come from the kitchen. “Huh?” his body stiffened out of instinct when the sound of rushed footsteps followed. 'Those are too light to be All Might's' he thought, meanwhile Tenko remained where he was, completely unbothered.

Then a soft but cheery voice came, “Shimura?” and Izuku immediately dropped his defensive posture. “Oh, it’s just you…S-Shirakumo,” he said, watching the man walk out of the kitchen with a bright smile. “Midoriya! How are you?!” he greeted the boy with an enthusiastic wave.

“Heh,” he gave an awkward smile and partially waved back. “Mm…” his eyes scanned the man from head to toe with a frown. Oboro was tall with tan-colored skin and always dressed in semi-formal attire that included a white button shirt, black vest, black pants, and dress shoes.

When he was doing his hero work, he dressed in a blue martial arts Gi with a black belt. He also wore combat boots and fingerless gloves. On occasion, he'd switch up his hero suit to something more casual and this consisted of a brown aviator jacket lined with white fur with a dark-colored shirt underneath and matching pants.

He'd also sport a blue aviator hat with an opening that would allow his hair to flow freely. Regardless of what he decided to wear when doing hero work, he'd always have his signature goggles, quarterstaff, and his special gourd-like speaker.

His hair was colored light blue and had a certain wavy curve to it, but it also swept back and yet flowed upward so it rested above his head. He didn’t have any bangs, per se but two ear-length tufts framed his face. Across his nose was a strange rectangular bandage and his eyes were colored blue and his left had three scars over it.

They started a little above his eyebrow and ended an inch or so under the said eye. Izuku always wondered what happened to cause those scars, but he knew that it was none of his business and that heroes always got lasting injuries.

Then again, Oboro was only a part-time hero and a support one at that. He worked behind the scenes to either help other heroes and civilians that needed it or to capture villains without causing a scene. The rest of the time, he was assigned to take care of Tenko.

Oboro smiled, showing off his pearly whites as he passed Izuku and into the living room. He placed his hands on his hips and leaned over, looking directly at Tenko who continued to sulk. He noticed the patches of dirt that stained his clothing and assumed they were the results of whatever fight or fights Tenko had gotten into.

“I was wondering when you’d come home Shimura,” he said, leaning back up with a laugh. “Sorry to say All Might is out right now, he said something about needing to meet up with Sir Nighteye,” Tenko kicked the table in front of him.

“Figures he wouldn’t be here, guess he doesn't want to face the failure of a son he raised,” he commented making Oboro and Izuku frown. “T-that’s not true Tenko!” the green-haired boy shouted with his hands curled into fists. “Mm…” Tenko looked at him but said nothing.

“Hm…” Oboro puckered his lips. “Well…” he said, shrugging. “Even when you screw up, just keep smiling like usual!” he plopped down carelessly next to Tenko. The male growled in response, glaring at him but made no move to scoot away.

“That’s my M.O. So don’t be too hard on yourself,” he advised, wrapping one arm around the other’s shoulders. “You know your father wouldn’t like that and neither do I,” he admitted, watching the other’s face soften a bit.

“So!” he sprung to his feet. “How about we talk about your day over dinner? I just finished making it,” he smiled yet again and turned to Izuku. “You’re welcome to join us, I know you’re important to Yagi-san,” he said, pointing a lazy finger at the green-haired boy.

“Plus, you were one of Shota’s students. I think he’d be mad if I wasn’t treating you right,” he concluded with a chuckle. “Oh, um. I mean if it’s not too much trouble. I d-don’t want to be a burden!” Izuku exclaimed with flushed cheeks.

He laughed in response, finding the other's words entertaining. “You're never a burden here,” he reassured and gave Izuku a sturdy pat on the back. “Oh um...” he trembled a bit, not entirely used to being handled in such a way, at least not by a friendly individual like Oboro.

“I…I mean i-it would be an honor to join you for dinner! T-thank you!” he said, nervously bowing. Oboro smiled, giving a nod before looking at Tenko. “Come on Shimura,” he urged, motioning the other to follow him but only got a sigh in response.

“D-don’t worry!” Izuku said, holding his hands up. “Hm?” Oboro raised his eyebrow but kept smiling. “I’ll convince him to eat d-dinner, i-if that’s okay with you!” he squeaked out nervously, but the older man nodded and placed his hand on Izuku’s shoulder.

“Thank you for looking out for him when I wasn’t there,” he looked confused by Oboro’s words, but then again, he knew that he was close to Tenko and acted as his protector. “I’m…happy to,” he replied with a smile before the older man walked back into the kitchen.

The savory scent in the air was beginning to make his stomach turn. ‘I better convince Tenko fast,’ he thought, swallowing the saliva in his mouth. When was the last time he ate anyway? “Hey T-Tenko,” he cautiously walked over to the other who remained with his arms crossed.

“What?” he replied, obviously still disappointed in himself. “Why don’t we…um…h-have something to eat and maybe you’ll f-feel better after you talk about w-what happened today!” he suggested frantically, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks again.

Tenko raised his eyebrow and leaned forward. “Jeez, you’re so tough on the field but you blush like a baby when you’re everywhere else!” he bluntly pointed out, rolling his eyes. “Mm…fine!” he exclaimed, stomping his foot before frantically standing up. Izuku stepped back, slightly startled by the other’s actions.

“Let’s just…eat some stupid food! Not like anything else is happening…” he grumbled, stomping into the kitchen with his hands clenched at his sides. “O-oh um…” Izuku frowned, watching the other disappear from his view. ‘Tenko can be…kind of blunt when he wants to be,’ he thought, scratching the side of his temple.

He grumbled unhappily, swirling his food around with his fork as Izuku went on about the events that took place earlier. Oboro listened attentively before addressing Tenko. “So, that's why you're upset?” he asked, noticing that the other wasn’t eating much.

“So, what if I am!?” he snapped in reply, slamming his hands onto the table and startling Izuku. Oboro, however, remained level-headed. “Mm…” he propped his elbows onto the table, narrowing his eyes. It was rare that he sported an unhappy and suspicious expression.

“Eat your food, Shimura,” he said, before turning to Izuku. “You too,” the green-haired boy jumped in his seat. “Uh, r-right!” he replied, once again feeling embarrassed. He was so wrapped up in telling Oboro what happened he had barely touched his own food.

“Why bother eating!? It’s not like I did anything to deserve it!” Tenko hissed, making the older man frown in response. “What was the name of this villain again?” he asked, hoping Tenko would cooperate. He growled and leaned back in his seat, wondering why the hell that even mattered.

As much as he hated to admit it, Oboro was one of the few that held a certain place in his heart. ‘Pff, that’s just because I’ve known him since…’ he paused, how old was he when he met Oboro again? ‘I’ll figure that out at another time…’ although he knew he'd forget.

He sighed, crossing his arms. “They go by Y/n,” he muttered and Oboro’s eyes lit up, almost as if he recognized your name. He placed his utensils down, “Is that their chosen villain's name?” he questioned, making Tenko more irritated.

He ground his teeth together before snapping, “How should I know!?” and slamming his hands on the table yet again. “T-Tenko…” Izuku said, feeling more like an awkward third wheel than a dinner guest. “What!?” he snapped again, turning to glare at him.

“Sit back down,” Oboro said, trying to be as stern as he could be. Once again Tenko muttered something under his breath but took his seat. A few seconds passed and the sound of the front door swinging open echoed through the house followed by the exclamation, “I AM HERE!”

“Oh, your father is home,” Oboro commented, looking at Tenko with a smile but the boy remained with a scowl. “Great…” he replied sarcastically, knowing Izuku was probably fanboying. To be that obsessed with someone was just weird, or so he thought.

Oboro got up from his seat when he heard the door close. Heavy footsteps sounded and Toshinori peeked his head into the kitchen. “H-hello All Might!” Izuku stuttered out, standing up from his seat and bowing respectfully.

Sure, he and All Might were close, but that didn’t mean that he lost his respect for the other. It was only right to remain formal. “Young Midoriya!” he exclaimed, stepping into the kitchen, and placing his hands on his hips.

“Ah, and young Tenko!” he said, walking over to his adopted son and laying his hand on his back. “I trust you had a fulfilling day of stopping evildoers!” he tilted his head back, laughing victoriously but it died just as quickly when he noted the eerie silence.

“Uh, w-well actually A-All Might…” Izuku began but was interrupted because Tenko pushed his chair back. “Damn it!” he growled, now directing his anger at his father. He glared at him, noticing how the former number-one hero took a step back.

‘Look at that face!’ Toshinori frantically thought before Tenko stomped his foot against the floor. He knew from experience that his son had anger issues and was too hard on himself. He expected him to start yelling, to carry on and on.

But instead, to his surprise, Tenko pushed past him to angrily stomp upstairs. The sound of his bedroom door slamming came a few seconds later and Toshinori was left confused. He blinked before turning to look at Izuku and Oboro.

“There was a little mishap today Yagi-san, I’ll talk to him later. But Midoriya can fill you in,” Oboro informed him before smiling. “I need to clean up and make a call,” with that, he bowed respectfully and walked over to the kitchen counter.

“Hm…” Toshinori raised his eyebrow, slightly suspicious as to who Oboro wanted to call this late into the evening. It must have something to do with his hero work and while he understood the pressures of being a hero, he knew too well what had happened in Oboro’s past and the reason he only worked as a part-time hero.

Of course, he had also given the other a purpose when he was at his lowest, and that purpose was caring for Tenko. He hoped that his son would eventually find his place within the world of heroes, but from what he had already gathered it wasn’t going as smoothly as he hoped.

“Well, young Midoriya,” he gestured to the living room, “shall we?” Izuku nodded, even if he felt like he was going behind Tenko’s back All Might deserved to know what was happening and he was eager to hear any suggestions on how to help Tenko become the hero he wanted to be.

[sophsiaaa]

Thinking of shigaraki fucking you in the bar’s storeroom where anyone could hear. His hands are greedy, grasping any flesh he can find as he snakes his arms around your body. He ruts into you from behind and he’s got a hand, pinky raised, over your mouth. He slips his fingers inside, getting a real thrill when you bite down on them to keep from being too loud.

It’s just his heavy breathing in your ear and the creak of the cardboard boxes he’s got you bent over. Sweat glues his bumping chest to your back. He doesn’t talk, just huffs as he humps against you, and you can feel his fucked out smile curling against your neck and the way his legs tremble when he’s about to cum.

‘Be… hah… quiet,’ he hisses and grunts as he fills you up. The hand drops from your mouth for one last squeeze of your chest before he collapses on top of you, panting against your skin in the dark.

[nishiyako]

Ganked (NSFW)

Paring : Shigaraki x Sleeping!Reader

Tags : Somnophilia, CNC, Creampie, Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Sloppy make-outs, Established Relationship, Reader wakes up, Thigh rubs, Aftercare if you squint, Gamer shiggy, Fluffy ending

Summary : After a rough night, Tomura sees you so perfectly vulnerable on his bed. pissed and horny, he gives into his instincts, he's only human.

(Gank - a video game slang that means to kill, defeat, or take advantage of a weaker or unexpecting player)

Tomura slammed down the mouse on top of his mouse pad, instantly regretting his decision when he heard you shift in your sheets. He was afraid you’d wake up, but you were long gone since 9 pm. You looked so comfortable and serene in his bed, wearing the hoodie you stole from him.

He wished he could be the same, playing what felt like the hundredth game of the night.

The screen illuminated his keyboard as he typed a sarcastic “Nice.” In the chat, openly being disappointed in his teammates and their idiocy. The game was beyond repair, and there were no possible ways he could save the match except to call an early forfeit.

He wonders why he keeps coming back to this shit game.

He looked back at the defeat screen, cracking his tense knuckles, thinking if he played another round, everything would work out. Maybe his next team wouldn't be so shortsighted and know how to play the game right.

He minimized the tab as he didn’t even care about seeing the endgame stats, knowing he did all the work. his eyes widen, seeing the time in the corner of his monitor. He sighs in annoyance, knowing he probably should be joining you in bed at this time. Not that he didn’t want to. He just wanted to be able to show you something cool when you woke up.

But he’s played unlucky match after unlucky match. It seems like it's been forever since he actually won a game without carrying the whole thing.

He takes off his head phones, Tomura gets off his gamer chair, cringing at the squeaks it made in his wake, making the headache his teammates give him worse.

His eyes widened once more, seeing the state you were in. you looked perfect.

You were sound asleep, completely defenseless as you kicked the covers off of yourself, your hair spread on the pillow, framing your comfortable expression as his hoodie draped over you, slightly exposing your thighs peeking through and he swore he saw the cute pink fabric in between your legs, so thin it felt like he could rip it off you.

He placed his hand over his nearly drooling mouth, making his hand run through to his jaw before placing it on his nape. He judged the situation, remembering a few weeks ago you did say somnophilia was hot, but would that count as a yes?

If it was, did you plan this? Was this what you wanted? Or if it wasn't, would you forgive him?

He took his chances, already having a shitty night. It's what he deserved. it's what he needed.

He kneeled over you before spreading your legs open and putting his between them, locking them around his waist.

He tested the waters, giving your thighs a gentle rub, making sure he avoided using all five fingers.

As he moves closer to your core, he could see your folds against the thin fabric, his hand slowly creeping towards the silky fiber. He saw as you shifted against the bed, having a slight wince on your face before going back to your peaceful state. Were you awake?

“Hey, angel.” his raspy low voice called out, “You awake right now?” he asked, but he’d be met with no response.

He took a weak sigh before finally slipping your panties to the side, coating his middle and ring finger with his tongue, before slowly slicking it up your folds, rubbing against your clit. He heard a mumble come out of your lips, something like a whine as you shifted your shoulders, and your legs trying to close your thighs yet kept apart by his own.

He wonders what you're feeling right now, what you 're thinking about. Him, he hoped.

Once he started to feel your juices on his palm, he knew you were ready. Dipping both fingers into you as you let out the cutest whine he's ever heard, it brought a smile to his scarred lips, seeing you squirm under him.

He started to sway his fingers inside you, the way he knew you liked it. He saw your eyes stress as your breathing became uneven. He didn’t want you to wake up, but he also wanted to wake you up with the good sex you deserved, looking like such a cute display.

“You can open your eyes, I know you’re awake.” Though he had no proof, he still wanted to act like he still had some morals, though a part of him liked having the thought of you unconscious and defenseless.

“I know you want it.” he swore to himself, knowing he couldn't hold back for long. You 're so much tighter when you’re asleep.

He pulled his fingers out of you, seeing it already covered in slick. It only made his cock throb.

He licked your juices off of his digits, tasting your bitter-sweet allurement on his tongue.

After a few more one-sided debates, he finally undid the tie on his sweatpants, pulling it off and throwing it to the corner of the bed.

Was he really about to do this? He thought to himself, knowing that you were a tease sometimes, especially when he wouldn't give you attention. Was that what you wanted? Attention?

He chuckled at the thought, thinking of the possibility of you just being an attention-whore for him, so adorable.

He finally positioned against you, just his swollen tip inside your heat.

Slowly pushed in, making you feel fuller every inch that enters. He curses under his breath, feeling you take him so nicely.

He lifted your hips at an angle to enter you carefully. He saw you, eyes closed and mouth agape and started coming to your senses.

Your eyes flickered open to see your beloved boyfriend, balls deep inside you. You thought you were dreaming, thinking it was just another perverted dream you were having at first until he started moving, a slow thrust giving your cervix a kiss with the head of his cock, your eyes roll to the back of your head realizing you weren't dreaming.

“Morning babe” he said with a sadistic grin seeing you so sensitive from a single thrust, “Sorry for waking you up” his faux apology made your ears ring as you started seeing white, already with him ruthlessly thrusting into you while he saw you crumble under him, no chance to adjust or pry him off of you (not like you wanted to) as he crouched down, capturing your lips in a lazy kiss.

You taste the sugary energy drinks, but you also taste something bitter on his tongue. It makes your mind race. What else did he do to you while you were asleep?

It was wrong. You know you shouldn’t be encouraging this, but you couldn’t get enough of getting stuffed while you’re half awake. Especially with his smirking lips against yours, his tongue forcing itself down your throat.

his cock slips out halfway, covered in slick, so much that it drips between your thighs.

Your thighs are sticky, and your eyes squeeze at the feeling, completely ruining your panties. He shoves back in roughly, making you jolt.

He backs from the kiss, hearing your uneven breaths as you cling onto him, hugging around his neck as he continues to rut into you.

He wasn't sure if it was the fact that you were tired and sensitive or you were really turned on, but he was living for this reaction. Clinging onto him, trying to suppress your moans to not wake up any of the rest of the league in the base, especially in the middle of the night.

His attention drew to your face. Shigaraki couldn’t form any teasing remarks, seeing you so cock drunk and groggy really made his evening.

He didn't know how long he'd last seeing you like this. He felt helpless when it came to you. You were out of his league, and he knew that, yet here he is, helping himself to a quick use of your hole.

Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved up and down the sheets every time he thrusted into you. tempered by the groggy atmosphere, it made everything better and a bit sloppy, not like he minded.

Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time he rutted against you.

The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.

Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickeys to see in the morning.

Your desperate mewls could only mean one thing, you were close. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging onto him so desperately.

“Tomura, I’m close-” you whispered in his ear, trying to make as little noise as possible. “Y-yeah, me too.” he responded in a shaky voice. His thrusts became more clumsy as you tightened when you heard his voice.

“You want it inside, don't you?” he teased. He saw you nod, meeting his gaze with your desperate doe eyes

He chuckled to himself before holding you a bit closer, forcing you to open your legs a bit more before a few more thrusts. You felt his warm milky seed fill inside you, painting your insides before it leaked out of you, staining the sheets.

He gave your thighs a rub before placing a soft kiss on your lips, slowly pulling out and watching it drip out of your abused hole.

It wasn't long before he dried you off, brought you new panties, and snuggled up with you.

He held you in your half-awake state, rubbing the small of your back, sneaking his hands under the hoodie you’re wearing.

“You aren't mad at me, are you?” he asked in a sheepish tone. He started thinking of ways to justify himself and his actions until you spoke in a croaky, sleepy tone. “Why would I be?” you asked, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I had fun, Tomura. thank you.” you said softly before giving him a smile and a soft kiss to match.

Though he still felt guilty taking advantage of you being in such a vulnerable state, he still smiled seeing you so satisfied at the end of the day.