"Sensei?"

Ane looked down to where Sensei had pulled away from scraping his teeth against the hollow of her neck; his hands still held her firmly, but he seemed to be scrutinizing her.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but is there something distracting you?"

"Oh I'm so sorry-"

"There is no need for apologies. I'm simply curious."

Sensei gave her hips a light squeeze and Ane gasped softly at the sparks running up and down her back; Ane mewled as his thumbs began to press inside her, massaging circles and causing Ane to involuntarily move against the slight bulge in his slacks. She was completely naked and had been thoroughly teased and toyed with for the past twenty minutes. Sensei was fully clothed and had no intention of stopping in the next twenty minutes.

"Before we go on, I'd like to know what's taking up your attention my pet. I prefer you responsive and you're not making nearly enough of those sweet little whimpers I enjoy so much."

"I-I'm sorry-please Sensei, I can't speak with you-ah!" Ane's back arched as two large fingers came up to pinch her nipple, rolling it between the two digits at a slow, lazy pace. "Sensei, please!"

"Forgive me. It's hard to reign my urges in when you're so compliant. No matter what comes out of your mouth, you never raise a hand to stop me."

It had been that way since the beginning, though it was not Sensei's intention that their relationship be anything other than a strict compromise. He helped Ane out of a tough spot and she would surrender her Quirk without any fuss or attempt to get her family, or her fiance's family, to make his job any harder. Sensei had no idea she would be so willing to join the League, or more specifically, become his subordinate.

He supposed it made some sense. The bottom line was, Ane needed to be of use to somebody; it was all she knew how to do, to look after others. If she had higher aspirations, Ane could have done more, but it wasn't really necessary. She was cooperative and stayed out of the way, and Sensei was appreciative of the little things she did to make his surroundings more comfortable. It was exactly what he needed her to do and he wasn't pressing for anything more out of her services.

The night Ane came to him, a night not too long after he had stolen her away, Ane seemed to be under the impression he had plans to kill her after her Quirk was taken. Sensei didn't blame her; anyone else who had heard of him would likely assume the same. But unlike what another person would have done, Ane didn't beg for her life or go back on their agreement and try to run. Sensei would come to learn she had her own sort of grit despite her dainty appearance, a strong core that allowed her ladylike mask to never slip no matter the circumstance. Which was why he never expected what would happen.

What Ane did do was thank him for the freedom she was allowed away from her suffocating life; then she added there was something she wished to experience before he decided he no longer needed her, something Ane had previously dreaded when it looked like she was to be forced into it with a man she had never spoken a word to outside of one or two letters.

Ane requested Sensei, the one who freed her, the one who she could never repay enough from saving her from a life of unhappiness, would be the man to take her virginity.

Sensei's first reaction was a mixture of mild surprise and genuine curiosity.

He asked her if she felt she had to give herself to him for any reason. Ane shook her head and told him no. The he asked bluntly if she was frightened of him. Ane smiled and said no, and continued to smile even as he beckoned her closer to where he was hooked up to an absurd amount of tubes and devices to keep his body going. Ane carefully sat on his knee, weighing not much more than a doll, and her trembling finger coming to the edge where his skin changed to the mass of scar tissue. It had been a long time since he had felt such a touch.

Ane had stayed still on his lap, allowing Sensei to run his hand over her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her arms, her stomach, her thighs, and finally, to cup her face with his calloused palm. He could feel how hot her skin was, even through her clothes. He asked if his appearance unsettled her. Ane replied his face was nothing but a comfort to her.

Sensei continued to trace his fingers along her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and then sunk his fingers into her hair. Ane had already pulled it down for him to do so; he asked her to undress and he felt her face grow warmer. It was a shame he could not take it in with his own eyes. She was surely a pretty thing and it would seem his guess was correct, seeing as he was not the only one to think so.

"Are you having problems with my successor Ane? I know he can be a handful."

Ane gasped as two fingers dipped inside her and began to rub along her entrance slowly, but with noticeable force.

"Please, Sensei, I can't-"

"There, there my dear, I'm only teasing."

Ane let out a shaky sigh as Sensei pulled back enough to give her room to breath; he let the corners of his mouth turn up to a smirk at his fortune to have such a good pet.

"Sensei, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I do have some concerns about Tomura." Ane's breathing had managed to even out; she leaned up against Sensei, her body easily held up by his powerful arms. "I didn't want to bother you with it, but…"

"Speak up Ane. I want to know everything you have to say."

Ane worried her lip. "I know Tomura has always had a temper and I knew it would take him time to get used to my presence...I was so certain we were getting along too…"

"And now?"

"The past week has just been awful." Ane let her head fall to his chest and his hand came up to play with locks of her hair. He liked Ane's hair undone; he may not have been able to see her, but he wanted it so no part of her body was off limits to his roving hands and fingers.

"Is he being cruel to you?"

"Well...I think he's still upset I wasn't there when he returned from his mission. The past week he's just been getting worse and worse."

Sensei could hear the tremor in her voice, like she was trying to hold herself steady; he propped Ane up closer to his chest and tilted her chin up so she would look up at him.

"And just what do you mean? What is he doing?"

"Tomura won't eat anything I cook; he spits it out and then goes and buys a bunch of junk food. He trashes his room as soon as I clean it, he won't let me treat his wounds, he keeps his body curled in when I try to bathe him, and he keeps throwing the blankets off when I cover him up before his naps and you know how easily he gets cold-!"

"Ane, calm down. I need to be able to understand all that you're telling me." Sensei tucked her under the chin with a small smile. She was endearing when she was fretting.

He really hadn't meant to grow a fondness for her, but it happened and Sensei couldn't say it was unwelcome. Ane was well mannered, obedient, and quaint, yet abnormally fearless. Nothing he had done, nor what anyone she had come into contact with, seemed to cause her any discomfort. The closest Sensei had come to seeing Ane being truly unfettered was when she spoke to him of the future she was expected to adhere to, and now, as she spoke of her troubles with Shigaraki.

The strangest part was, Sensei took no pleasure from her anxiety. At one point he had gotten a passing idea to sell Ane on the market after he acquired her power, but then the idea was scrapped as soon as it had come into his mind. Her skills, her need to please, her delicate body would have been wasted on another, including the power hungry man she was betrothed to against her will. Sensei was making use of her and Ane was more than happy. At least, Ane was; it would seem his approval was not enough to keep her satisfied at the moment.

"Sensei, I don't know what I could do to make things alright. I thought Tomura forgave me for earlier, but he just gets more unpredictable each day. And it's the strangest thing," Ane told him, her voice becoming more and more despondent as she spoke. "When Tomura does bother to say something, it's to tell me to shut up or to leave him alone, but whenever I try to leave the room, he gets even angrier. I had to tell him I was going to the store today; I'm sure if he found out I was coming to ask you for advice on how to handle him, he'd be apocalyptic."

Ane stroked his cheek and looked up at him, wishing she could see his eyes.

"Ane, Tomura is at an age where he is still discovering himself. To be fair, I could tell the very first day I formally introduced you that you would confuse him."

Ane frowned sadly. "Sensei, I don't understand. Are you saying I'm just bound to upset him, no matter what I do?"

"Of course not, my lovely Ane."

Ane blushed and ducked her head. "Oh, how would you know? For all your injuries allow you to see, I might be the ugliest woman you ever met."

"I doubt it." Sensei didn't bother to mention that while he couldn't see in the conventional sense, it didn't mean he was completely blind. His infrared vision Quirk left him with some way to get around, even if he wasn't actually able to see a person's facial features.

Ane managed a slight smile. "Well, I know someone who might disagree. Just the other day I caught Tomura staring at me while I was preparing his dinner and you know what he said? He told me he had never seen a more disgusting looking woman in his life."

"That was uncalled for."

Ane felt her heart stop; rarely, if ever, had Sensei ever directed a tone towards her that suggested displeasure or anger. But even so, she always felt goosebumps pimple her skin when she did hear it.

"What a spoiled child my student can be. It's not fair to blame you just because he's not getting what he wants...I suppose I expected some frustration on his end, but I didn't think he'd be so difficult. My apologies Ane."

"Oh no, it's not your fault Sensei! I honestly still feel bad myself about not being there to treat him...I should have been there-"

Ane stopped talking when Sensei abruptly sat her upright in his lap; she brought a hand to her mouth to muffle her sharp intake of breath when teeth grazed against her nipple and her clit was being pinched between fingers three time the size of her own. She stared down at Sensei in confusion, but he didn't look displeased. If anything, he seemed amused.

"If I remember correctly, you were ravished to the point of falling unconscious. I hardly believe you were to blame for succumbing to exhaustion….a person's body can only take so much, even one as resilient as yours. No, you're not guilty of anything, except maybe following my request too well. I didn't expect this to happen so quickly, but then, my successor has always been led more by emotion than anything else."

Ane's hands were clenched tight on the lapels of his suit as his fingers roamed between her legs at leisure. "S-Sensei, please, I still don't understa-ah! Sensei, wait!"

He thrust three fingers inside her at once and was pumping them viciously, completely disregarding gentleness in exchange for intensity. Sensei was not disappointed; Ane was tight around him, her pussy already soaked as it sucked in his fingers each time he pulled them out, only to slam them inside harder and harder.

"My poor Ane….Tomura is taking his anger out on you-or should I say, a part of his heart he didn't even realize he had is breaking. This is more than merely lashing out; his feelings have been hurt. Unfortunately, the only way he knows how to fix any problem is by destroying it."

Sensei shushed Ane as she tried to interject by rubbing the calloused pads of his thumbs back and forth against the two reddened nipples at attention on her full breasts.

"But from what Kurogiri has reported, and from what I can tell by your accounts, Tomura likely can't bring himself to harm you. Do you not believe me? Have I ever once told you something that wasn't true?"

Ane squealed as Sensei jammed his thumb into the spot just above her clit, not quite causing pain, but the pleasure she was feeling was too intense too soon, and it was more than she could handle at once with his other hand still tweaking and teasing her chest.

"Answer me."

"No!" Ane sobbed and clung to him tighter, her face inches away from his; he could feel her hot breath ghosting over what was left of his lips as she whimpered for him to have mercy. Sensei chuckled deep in his throat and pulled his fingers out until they were just gliding along her folds, spreading her mess and teasing her clit every so often.

"No, my student won't harm you, but he'll do everything else short of that to vent. Why, if he saw you now, so eager and desperate, Tomura would hardly know what to do with himself; but I trust you would be patient with him."

Ane's body grew tense and her hands loosened on his jacket. "Sensei...are you bored of me?"

"Bored? Surely you aren't serious?" Sensei took her silence as an answer. "No my dear, I'm not bored in the slightest. But I know someone who needs you more, and I think I'm correct in assuming you've found yourself drawn to him as well."

Ane smiled and tenderly held Sensei's wrist as he stilled his hand. "I suppose part of it's due to the fact we were both saved by you...Tomura can understand it, the fear and hurt felt when the world decides you aren't worth the trouble...and the gratitude that comes from someone holding out their hand to take yours."

Sensei felt his benign smile falter. "Ane-"

"You don't have to say it. I know you had your reasons, but you've still done more for me than anyone else ever has." Ane kissed his chin. "I don't regret my decision. I could have fought it and chosen something else, but I wanted this. I wanted you and you will always have my loyalty."

His hand left her breast to stroke her hair. "My, what a darling pet I have. It's enough to make me feel reluctant to end this part of our visits; Tomura has never approved of having to share what he considers rightfully his. But before I hand you over, he needs to be civil and stop this immature sulking. Not that you don't carry a little of the blame."

"Sensei?"

Sensei waved a finger chidingly at Ane and she smiled genuinely.

"Don't play innocent, my dear. I clearly remember asking you more than once not to indulge him as you do."

"I'm sorry, really I am. But you should see him on a good day; the last time I watched him play those computer games, he kept tugging on my skirt to make sure I was paying attention."

Ane stifled her giggle behind her hand, trying to heed his reprimand, but the memory was too sweet; each time Shigaraki entered a new level in the game, Ane would congratulate him with a brief pat on the head. After a while, he would lean in just the tiniest bit every time she did so. It got to the point Shigaraki unconsciously began to turn to her when he leveled up or received a new item.

"I guess it's the motherly instinct that's been impressed upon me; when he behaves, I end up going overboard rewarding him."

"Yes, I know." Sensei conceded, twisting a lock of her hair idly between his fingers. "I did sometimes wonder if Tomura might benefit from a woman's nurturing touch. I can only do so much, especially with my condition. He'll need something to ground him during these turbulent times ahead."

"I don't mind Sensei. I can be patient; if what you said is really true, then this isn't something that can be rushed."

"Ane, what do you think of him?"

"To be honest, I can't imagine him…" Ane felt her cheeks grow warm once more under Sensei's hand. "Seeing me, in that way. I presumed I wasn't much more than a babysitter in his eyes."

"You underestimate your charms. I don't have a doubt what is making him so demanding of your presence." Sensei breathed low into her ear; she could feel his hand leave her and the metallic sound of his belt buckle being undone. Ane held still for him as he slipped his cock out of his pants; she felt herself buzzing in anticipation at being stretched and filled up to the hilt.

"Can't you just imagine the filthy things that run through his mind during-what did you call it? Bath time?"

Ane's legs were shaking and her fingers were beginning to feel numb from how hard they were gripping onto Sensei's shoulders; his hands returned to her hips, lowering her slowly so she could feel each inch of his pulsing member. Ane could barely breathe by the time he had managed to have her sitting on his lap.

"Please, Sensei….I want to come so badly."

"You seem even more riled up than usual. Is it because I mentioned that dear boy?"

Ane forced herself not to grind down on him. "Sensei-"

"Don't bother denying it; you won't offend me. I've gathered enough information and despite my shortcomings, even a fool could see it. Do you want to hear a little secret?"

Ane couldn't confirm yes or no; she was moaning wretchedly, lost in pleasure as she rocked back and forth. His shaft rubbed against her clit each time she pitched herself forward and back. Ane had to stop herself from coming by using her leverage to bounce up and down, effectively causing the cock inside her to enter her in shallow thrusts. Sensei inwardly smiled at her attempts to please him; such a sweet little pet he possessed.

"Kurogiri tells me whenever you come into the room and Tomura is wearing 'father', he watches your every move. He must have thought you wouldn't notice with how busy you are. I'm sure he resents it when you visit me."

Sensei's voice was a low rumble, yet even and casual, as if he wasn't a few minutes away from fucking her with every ounce of his strength. After all, this would be their last night together and he would be sure to make it count. Ane had been so good the past four years; this was the least he could do.

"It's a shame Tomura objects to sharing his toys. I hope you forgive him if he becomes rough; he's never been close to a woman before and I doubt he would be able to control himself with how fond he is of you." Sensei told Ane as he held her down on his cock. "Just a sight like this would drive the poor boy insane with lust and jealousy."

All Ane could do was wriggle about and squirm on his lap as his tongue swept over her skin, gliding against her breasts and sending shivers down her spine. He wanted to get a good, long taste of her; if someone were to stumble upon them, it would look like she was trying to escape him.

Sensei smirked to himself at the thought. As if he would have allowed it.

"Yes…."

Ane threw her head back as his cock began to fuck her open with rapid, short thrusts; she wanted to feel him inside her, coming inside her. She wanted to please Sensei anyway she could.

But what he said did have some merit. Try as she might, not that she tried very hard, Ane couldn't help wondering.

Shigaraki would not have the practiced, deft hands of her saviour; Ane could already feel the burn that would come from Shigaraki forcing himself inside too fast, the strangled whines that would escape from his lips, reedy and heaving as he struggled to hold in his first orgasm. Shigaraki would want to punish her for making him wait, trying to fight the desire for her to take the lead and show him how hard she could make him come.

Caught between controlling and being nurtured, it might take some time for Ane to pleasure him as she hoped to, but she personally didn't mind waiting. Now was the time to focus on how to ease his mind and bring him to a state where he no longer kept it all bottled up under his temper and hurt. Soon her would come to see he could rely on her for all his needs.

Ane couldn't help herself. He was truly just adorable.

"Tomura...Tomura…"

Sensei heard the soft murmurs like they had been spoken directly in his ear. It seemed that he had Ane's soul, but not her heart. Pity. He would have liked to keep her to himself for a bit longer.

"Scream for me one last time Ane."

Sensei suddenly had an idea where Shigaraki might have obtained such a possessive streak from.