Guys… no. It's not Stain lol. He'd be way out of character and I respect him too much to reduce him to someone like that man. I guess it's hard to guess who it is because I made up his background but I'm not going to tell you who it is. All will be revealed in due time.

WARNING: Non-consensual kissing and undressing in this chapter.

I think you should expect blood from me at this point in time.

I don't own My Hero Academia.

He watched with baited breath as Kasha sighed tiredly, shuffling into her apartment and lazily locked up after herself.

She worked so hard, going to school, working a job and practicing a martial art. But she looked so cute in her spiffy little highschool uniform and her black thigh high tights. She'd always had such nice legs from practicing Taekwondo. Though he did have to wonder about that face mask she was wearing. She was hiding her beautiful face, and that simply just wouldn't do.

Peeking over the edge of the couch from his hiding place, he watched unblinkingly as his love stepped away from the door. Kasha turned and paused when her boot crunched against the envelope he'd left for her by the door. That present would be the start of their roleplaying game. He was in the mood for a little romance. He wanted to hold and cuddle her, but Kasha was so reserved and perhaps still upset about her parents that he knew he needed to help her along to their reconciling. Even so, he knew she'd love it once they got going. She was very passionate under that shy exterior of hers after all.

"Hm?" Kasha hummed, leaning down after lifting her foot. She cutely wondered aloud, "Mail?"

The white haired beauty dropped her school bag and took a moment to remove her boots. Clad in only her school uniform and her thigh highs she picked the envelope up and opened it, reaching inside. His lips twitched with amusement as his heart thumped strongly with anticipation as she pulled out the single white piece of paper he'd left for her. She studied it with an adorable confused crinkle between her brows. He bit his lip when he watched her ethereal silver eyes go wide in delight, following the single sentence he had typed across the page earlier that day.

He couldn't contain himself anymore. He needed to touch her, it'd been so long and she was even more lovely than two years ago.

"Wha—" Kasha choked, cutting herself off as the drug he'd saturated the paper with no doubt began taking effect. He watched her stumble as he stood up from his hiding place, rounding the sofa to quietly to stand behind it and watch her.

"Did... you like... my present?" He breathed, standing a few feet away from her now. She was radiant as she focused on him and only him. She seemed to be just as overwhelmed by their reunion as he was because she blurted, "You!"

He couldn't help his fond smile. She could be such a lively person, and he admired that. He had trouble expressing himself, but he loved that his little star never made fun of him for it as the people around him did.

He watched his love sag from the effects of his love drug, leaning heavily against the wall of the foyer, cradling her head in her hand. Perhaps he had used too much of the drug on the paper, but he had just wanted to make sure that it worked so they could have the best possible experience while they played their game. He calmly made his way closer to her, and she blearily looked at him.

'Next time I'll have to be more careful with my distribution.' He thought.

"Let's... play a game... Ka-chan." He spoke up, wanting to move things along, a wide smile stretching across his face. He just adored her so much.

He paused, curious as he watched the silver eyed teen shakily lift her free hand in front of her, the other still cradling her no doubt swimming head.

'Oh dear.' He thought, watching her quirk activate, a trail of ghostly fire setting her arm aglow before a lightning quick jet of flame was shot at him. He barely managed to duck in time, reaching into his pocket and throwing with all his might in the same stroke as a few strands of his hair was burned away.

Kasha was already firing off another blast as he darted forward, evading her follow up attack as the syringe he retrieved from his pocket sank between her breasts. The teen cried out and he noticed the couch and carpet had caught aflame. He remembered he'd seen a fire extinguisher in her kitchen when he was exploring her new home earlier. He'd have to put the fire out soon, otherwise their fun could end before he was ready. He didn't want their reunion to be soiled by nosy people. It wasn't their business.

"What did… you do to me?" His love gasped, collapsing onto her side.

He approached her, slowly crouching so that their eyes could meet. She peered up at him with such passion. Periwinkle and baby pink glittered within her irises and his heart swelled and panged with his overwhelming fondness for her.

"You remember this drug… don't you Ka-chan?" He chuckled, amused as recognition lit up her eyes.

"You bastard…" Kasha slurred. She was probably a little miffed that he was being so assertive after staying away from her for so long, but he knew she would forgive him. They were meant to be, after all. And now that she was covered in scars just as he was, they shared an even deeper understanding than when they'd met. He couldn't have asked for more. But my goodness had she gotten a mouth on her while he was away. He supposed teens would be teens. She was much more than that anyway, he could accept her quirks just as she did his.

He watched as the drugs set her body trembling and her head thumped back to the floor tiredly.

"I... couldn't have you using... that quirk... of yours in your excitement... to... see me, love." He explained, standing up and going back towards the kitchen after scenting the burning carpet and couch leather more. He retrieved the fire extinguisher and got to work as he explained, "So... I set up that envelope... for you, so you... couldn't dodge me... when I… used the quirk suppressing... serum. Now… we can talk to each other freely."

He pursed his lips as he concentrated on smothering out the flames with the airy white flame retardant.

"Don't worry though... I'll...be fair." He promised as he continued to spray the stubborn flames. "I won't... use my quirk... either."

How could he do that? Though he loved his quirk for how easy it made hunting human prey in the night, they were supposed to be basking in romance; and they soon would be after he finished putting out the flames in Kasha's living room. He heard her moving around in the foyer but paid it no mind as he snuffed out the fire, thick smoke curling up and spreading out into the atmosphere. He set the fire extinguisher down, making note to open a window when he decided he'd had his fill of coddling his darling Kasha.

"Ah, the flames… all gone." He called to her, turning to find her closer to her school bag than when he'd walked away. His eyes widened in surprise as she yelled something unexpected.

"Riri, call Aunt Ryuko!"

He heard the sound of her phone pinging from within her backpack, a robotic female voice piping up, "Calling Aunt Ryuko…"

Perhaps he had spoken too soon. Maybe she was still angry with him for the mistakes he'd made in the past, as well as the fact that he'd stayed away for so long. But he was just trying to give her space. She'd changed her name and everything, he'd thought he was doing good.

"Oh…?" He cocked his head to the side, not wanting her to be upset with him. He'd have to rectify things immediately. He tutted at his own folly and said, "That won't do… Ka-chan."

Kasha peered over her shoulder and their eyes met once more as he made his way over to her. He squatted again and reached passed her to retrieve her bag, offering her a fond and apologetic smile. He couldn't have outsiders coming in to whisk her away, not before they could get reacquainted with each other. He calmly unzipped her backpack and searched for her phone, hearing it still dialing by the time he found it in one of the bag's many pockets. He ended the call and dropped the phone to the floor with a loud clatter. He had a feeling but he still felt the need to ask her.

"Ka-chan… are you really... so upset with me... that you'd... cut our reunion... short... like... that?" He asked, head tilting to the side.

"You're crazy." She said in a cute pouty tone.

He sighed and shook his head because she was just too much sometimes. He just reached out to pull her close. She was so soft, warm and supple yet strong and lithe. He smiled as he stood, sweeping her into his arms in a bridal carry. The teen lifted her hand, probably to cover her face bashfully because she was just adorable like that sometimes but her arm flopped to the side limply, body still under the affects of his love cocktail.

He calmly carried his little star towards her bedroom, wanting to be closer to her in the privacy of her room. She fussed a little, embarrassed by being carried because she was such an independent girl, yet so coy about showing affection.

Her bedroom door was open as he'd left it, having looked around thoroughly. Within Kasha's pastel themed room he sat on her bed and cradled her in his lap. Her long hair cascaded down and touched the floor. It smelled like vanilla.

"Too cute.' He thought. 'My goodness this girl…'

He lifted a hand and gently took hold of her chin, tilting it back. Her silky bangs brushed over his hand, and he delighted in the intimacy of their position. Though he was soon distracted, quite curious about the silly masks she'd taken to wearing. She'd even been wearing one when he'd seen her on TV, but he'd assumed that was just apart of her Hero Costume. And my, wasn't that something? She wanted to be a hero. It suited her. She did after all save him from a life of loneliness and ostracization. But he wasn't sure if it was an ideal profession considering how the world was determined to misunderstand him and lock him away for living how he pleased. But that was food for thought for a bit later.

He hooked a finger under Kasha's mask. After a moment he slowly pulled it down, revealing her button nose and full lips. She really was quite lovely. No matter how many times he gazed upon her he was always dazzled by her beauty, both outside, and within. Kasha showed him her teeth, trying to look aggressive to distract him from her shyness at his proximity. But he wouldn't be fooled.

"How silly." He chuckled. "Hiding… your pretty face... behind... this little costume. Don't you know… that I'd know your face… anywhere?"

"Go to hell!" Kasha huffed. It seemed her older age made her more of a tsundere than he anticipated. It was actually really charming if he was honest. Even if she was surprisingly foul mouthed now, she was still cute as a button.

Curious, he pulled her mask down lower to study her neck. Guilt churned sickeningly in his stomach at the pink scar tissue stretching across her throat. He truly hadn't wanted to hurt her so badly, but back then they'd been so bad at communicating and Kasha just wouldn't listen to him. But things would be different now. He'd grown since they'd gone their separate ways. They could make things work. Things would work. He simply wouldn't accept anything else.

"Your wound… healed well…" He observed, unable to stop himself from humming contentedly as he turned her chin this way and that. Despite her scar her throat was elegant and the skin around it was alluring. "I'm glad… you're still… so beautiful…"

Besides, like he had already concluded, because they both had scars all over them they understood each other even more. Even if he hadn't wanted to nearly kill her by wounding her throat, their relationship could only get stronger from this point on.

"Don't touch me!" Kasha growled, pulling her chin away from his grasp.

He clicked his tongue, taking hold of her chin again more firmly. She was irresistible of course, she always was, but she could be less tart about her shyness. He'd wanted for so long to see her and now she was making it difficult. He couldn't have that, especially after he went through all of the trouble of requiring the necessary drugs to insure they could be close like this and embrace freely. But perhaps, it wasn't just her shyness getting the better of her as usual? He'd had yet to address what had happened to her parents.

Maybe she was ready to talk about it after he'd given her space? There's no way she could hold a grudge for that long. They were in love and parents were obsolete. He'd kill his own if he ever felt the need to, simply because of how they'd treated him, but he was content for the time being to ignore them as they did him. They couldn't understand his needs and wants. So he didn't need them.

All he needed was Kasha. And all Kasha needed was him. He'd make her understand that.

"You're not… still angry with me… are you…?" He asked, dipping his head to affectionately rub his nose against hers. She smelled so good, like sugar cookies and chocolate. Kasha's nose wrinkled cutely in response to his affection and his eyes became heavily lidded as he studied her. Even as he continued with, "Your parents… I got… carried away."

"Don't talk about them!" Kasha barked. He flinched at her tone as she spat, "You don't have the right, you bastard! I'll make you pay for what you did!"

His heart splintered as she scathingly swore, "I'll make you pay!"

'Oh baby.' He thought sadly, feeling her tremble in his arms as her beautiful eyes welled up with tears.

Didn't she know that he was already paying from the sight of her tears? That he'd paid in heartache for two years when he made himself stay away from her so she could have space? Why was she so hung up on people who couldn't do anything for her? She was so much more than her parents ever were. She was unearthly, she didn't need them to validate her, just like he didn't need his own. Why couldn't Kasha understand that? Is it because she was still a teenager? Could they really not understand each other more than they currently did until she was an adult?

It wasn't fair.

"Oh Kasha…" He cooed, thumbing away her tears softly. He clicked his tongue when she still turned her head away, wanting to seem tough. But it was alright, he could comfort her. So he did and said, "What are you…. so upset for anyway...? What… good... are parents? You're better off... without them."

He watched her big silver eyes shimmer with fresh tears and his heart cried along with her. He hated to see her so hurt. God… He loved her.

He loved Kasha so much he almost couldn't bear it.

"I'll kill you." Kasha sobbed, those heavy tears spilling down her cheeks. "I'll fucking kill you…"

"There there love…" He crooned, pressing a long kiss to her left eye, forcing it to close as he took a moment to taste her tears. He knew she didn't really mean it. They were so much stronger than that. They had a real connection and this little hiccup would not part them. It was why he had her cut herself two years ago, so she could be enlightened the way he was. They were both the same now. "You'll… get over it."

"I hate you!" Kasha whimpered, crying in earnest.

"Oh… my poor baby…" He crooned, peppering her teary, baby soft cheeks with loving kisses. She was so hurt and misguided, but he'd show her that he'd stick by her side through thick and thin. He knew she didn't mean it. So that's why he stroked her hair and promised, "I'll just… hold you… until… I have to... leave."

He continued to hold his love close and comfort her, whispering sweet everythings, because there wasn't anything qualified as 'nothings' about his feelings for the precious life in his arms.

"I love you… Ka-chan." He whispered, his feelings overwhelming him, filling his chest to the brim.

Kasha was so otherworldly, even with her face blotchy and red from tears. Despite himself he felt warmth pool thick and honey sweet in his gut, traveling lower as he studied her. His Ka-chan often had such an affect on him. Whether she was drowning in her own tears or her own blood.

'Just a little taste.' He told himself, allowing his lips to part, a hot breath puffing out as his pulse thumped to the song of his love for his little star. His tongue fell out of his mouth, and he slid it up the curve of Kasha's cheek, tasting the salt in her pure, clear tears.

'This girl... I just can't have enough of her.'

"I love you so much." He breathed.

Kasha seemed to become overwhelmed, but he completely understood how one's emotions could do that sometimes, so when she screamed he just pulled her closer, allowing her to cry into the comfort of his chest. She yelled and yelled until she was gasping and her voice was hoarse but he just held her and rocked her back and forth, pressing kisses all over her face and head as they both rode it out.

She'd always have him. He'd always always be there for her.

Because he loved her.

When Kasha calmed down she was limp in his arms, staring up at the ceiling blankly, seeming to be deep in thought. He carefully maneuvered Kasha onto her fluffy light blue sheets, and this seemed to wake her up a little. He watched her pupils dilate as he swung his leg over her hips, straddling her.

"What are you doing!?" She gasped, hands sluggishly coming up as he leaned closer, palms pressing against his chest and keeping him at bay.

"Don't... be frightened love, I just... want... to see you." He rasped, his pulse fluttering faster at her proximity. "It's… been... so long... that's all. I want... to see... how the rest… of you... healed up too..."

"No!" Kasha croaked as his fingers dexterously undid the gold buttons of her uniform's blazer. "Don't you touch m—"

He fisted her white button down and tore it open, buttons flying in all directions as the stretchy fabric of the black one piece attached to her mask was revealed. Kasha struggled, so he knew he should assure her some more with, "No need… to be… so shy… it's just… me, Ka-chan."

"No! I said no why are you doing this?" She panicked, and his heart went out to her. Really it did.

He remembered how nervous he was to let others see his body when he was just a teen and experimenting with his sexuality. But this was him, Kasha must know that everything would be alright.

He reached behind him, hand slipping beneath his black shirt to take hold of the handle of the army knife tucked in the back of his black jeans. He always had one on hand, even though technically he did not need it. Kasha snarled curses at him before her silver eyes caught the gleam of the knife as he brought it around his body. Her words trickled away and she swallowed thickly, studying him.

"What are you doing?" She asked deliberately, cautious.

"We won't... play today... since we're… pressed for time. But before I go... I'd like... to see you." He explained, taking hold of the black fabric around her abdomen, where the one piece was tucked into her dark green skirt. "All of you."

Kasha's breath hitched and he smiled sweetly at her, using his knife to cut into her one piece, sliding it up her body, between the swell of her breasts. With a flourish he split her mask in two. He felt his eyes crinkle at the sides, flashing his teeth as his smile widened. She was wearing a teal bra. How cute.

"I don't want this..." She whimpered, bottom lip trembling.

She didn't mean it.

"No... I... please." She gasped. "I don't want this!"

She didn't mean it.

So he ignored those empty words and sat back on his haunches, taking a moment to remove her jacket and shirt. She was quaking at this point, biting her lip until he could see a hint of crimson were her teeth dug into the supple flesh. Her eyes held a wet shimmer again, but he paid that no mind. He knew she was just nervous. She'd become used to it soon enough.

After Kasha was no longer clad in the top portion of her uniform, he slid her skirt down from the sultry curve of her hips, feeling saliva pool thickly in his mouth as he noted her panties matched her bra. They peeked out from the edges of what he found to be a leotard.

Slowly, oh so slowly he dragged the pleated fabric down her mile long legs. It was all very sensual for him, and he reveled in it. Though Kasha didn't seem like she'd be able to take much more because her cheeks were bright red and blood freely trickled down from her bitten bottom lip, a droplet threatening to drip from her chin. A single tear slid from her right eye.

Amused, he decided to stop teasing her and left her thigh highs on be because he sort of had a thing for that. Once more he retrieved his knife. Armed again he cut away the rest of her leotard.

When most of her lovely form was bare to him, he settled himself comfortably astride her hips again. Kasha was still shaking beneath him in anticipation, but he wouldn't take things too far, like he'd said they were pressed for time.

But after he left today he was off to find a source of funding, so that they could have somewhere to live together. While purchasing the drugs he'd used on Kasha a few days back he heard whisperings in the underground about a curious group. Funnily enough it was the same one that had attacked his little star's class. There had to be money and resources there. He just knew Kasha would be ecstatic when he got them a place where they could be alone together forever.

He wasn't sure if she'd still be able to be a hero or whatever, but they'd cross that bridge when they got there.

"You are… a work… of art." He breathed, looking down at her, slipping his knife back into its hiding place.

Slowly, he ran feather light hands up Kasha's wonderfully scarred arms. She flinched away from his touch, turning her head away in embarrassment, squeezing her eyes shut. He trailed his palms up her arms, fingers whispering down her scarred throat, over her smooth collarbones and soft breasts. He giggled a little, hands smoothening up and down the curves at her sides. Her skin was so irresistibly soft, so warm and alive. It was an interesting contrast to his rough palms and scarred hands. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, just feeling the pretty flesh of his love. But his Kasha wouldn't stop jumping, startled by his touch.

"Poor baby, she's wound so tight she can't fully enjoy this right now…' He thought fondly.

He looked up, watching with rapt attention as her teal clad chest heaved up and down as her breaths left her in stutters.

'Still so shy.' He chuckled. 'That's okay though. After I get the money I need we'll have all the time in the world to teach you how good I can make you feel.'

"Ka-chan," He whispered reverently, leaning down, reaching up to turn her head back towards him so they could meet eyes. His black orbs swept low, taking note of the blood that had welled up on her lips, trickling down her chin. The warmth in his gut became a violent ache that pulsed with his need and want for her.

'But no… we can't today.' He thought sadly. 'We don't have enough time.'

She glared at him, and a shiver skittered down his spine. She really didn't like to be teased huh? Silly Kasha.

"You know… I really… love you." He told her.

"Just do what you came here to do." She gritted, but she couldn't hide the tremble in her voice from him. "Get it over with!"

'Very well then, my love.'

He allowed his tongue to fall out of his mouth again, sliding up the blood trail from her chin to her full, soft lips. Despite how impatient she was with his teasing, she grunted when his tongue touched her lips and tried to pull away. Kasha's weakened arms moved to push him away again. But he held fast to her, not allowing her to shy away.

He knew he'd never kissed her before, but since he had such great plans for them to be together forever after securing a place for them, she needn't be so apprehensive about physical intimacy. He gripped her jaw firmly and Kasha groaned.

"Too tight?" He asked, lightening up a bit but still squishing her cheeks between his fingers, forcing her lips to gape open.

He didn't wait for an answer, finding her just too enticing. He kissed her full on the lips.

"NO!" Kasha shrieked, wrestling her face away weakly. "Don't touch me! Stop touching me you sick bastard!"

He smothered her cries away with his lips, a moan rumbling in his chest as he slid his tongue into her mouth. His groin jumped in excitement when she bit down onto his tongue so hard he felt blood rush out of the wound and fill her mouth.

Kasha squirmed against him, her cries muffled as he embraced her lovingly and continued to kiss her through the arousing sting of pain. He pressed his interested crotch against hers as he tasted wonderful liquid iron and both of their saliva in his own mouth. He slurped up the excess fluids rushing into her mouth, but still the warm mixture spilled down the sides of their mouths. With a gasp he pulled away, a string of red tinged spit still connecting their panting mouths.

He smiled at Kasha, releasing her and leaning back. She flopped onto the sheets, so blissed out she stared absently up at her bedroom ceiling.

He could definitely relate. That had been amazing. And he wanted more, but he really should be going. With a heavy heart he sighed and climbed off of the white haired teen. He patted his crotch, trying to will it to calm down now that he was leaving.

"I… should go…" He told his love mournfully, offering her a reassuring smile. Though she was too lost in the romance to respond.

'You really are a kid when it comes to love huh?' He thought fondly. 'That's okay my little star. I'll teach you everything you need to know.'

"I'll find you again… Ka-chan." He said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her tear stained cheek. "Wait for me… okay?"

Kasha did and said nothing, blood and spit shining on her chin, cheeks marked with tear tracks. Even still she was the most lovely thing he'd ever seen.

Reluctantly he turned to leave, remembering that he needed to open a window to air out the apartment. It didn't matter that the carpet and couch were ruined, Kasha wouldn't have to stay here very long after he got his money.

He paused in the doorway, casting one last loving look over his shoulder and grinning. The spit and blood on his chin was cooling, but he was too happy to wipe it away. They'd made it together. He'd like to hold onto it a little longer.

"I love you... Ka-chan." He said and then promised, "I'll… see you soon."

He left quietly, happily contemplating their future together.

-There's a digital picture of that man holding Kasha captive on my tumblr, xxkamuisenketsuxx. Kasha looks… *gags*. Lol but that man came out nicely.

-Ugh writing that man's dialogue is so tedious but it's apart of his character. He speaks with a very slow and deliberate sort of cadence, kind of airy and far off.

-Also, I feel like a piece of shit for the things he did. I can't stand non-con, but I can't think of anything more despicable than that aside from cold blooded murder.