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Cursed Blood
Chapter 27.5 – A Sinister Special I
A night to remember – For Lyruil
To an outside observer, the fact that Kyouka Jiro and Fumikage Tokoyami, of UA's Class 1-A, had recently become closer might've come as a surprise. Indeed, those who didn't know that the two had tailed their mutual emerald-hued friend on his first date would be understandably flummoxed by the unexpected development of the tomboy musician deigning to spend any of her personal time with the dark, brooding edgelord. The punk rocker and the raven-headed teen themselves, however, hardly cared what others thought of them any longer.
And even though that totally-not-a-date spying mission had ended with Fumikage getting punched in the arm by a rather deeply flushed Kyouka due to Dark Shadow's tactlessness, the kiss he'd received only two days later more than made up for the misdirected aggression, all things considered.
That hadn't kept the avian teen from reprimanding the Quirk entity rather heatedly once they'd returned home however. Luckily, it seemed that a few head pats from Kyouka were enough for the normally vocal shadow beast to be willing to forget the whole ordeal.
"Art thou ready?" Fumikage asked, approaching the already street-dressed heroine-in-training that had been waiting for him at the edge of UA's campus. As he got closer, the avian teen realized that staring into the musical violette's deep eyes and basking in her mysterious semblance held a stronger allure over him than any amount of cheaply viewed flesh his old classmates' porn mags could ever have hoped to achieve. "Tonight we shall truly experience a revelry in the dark!"
Kyouka snorted, pushing down both her amusement at her more-than-a-friend's over-the-top mannerism as well as the flutter in her stomach at the double meaning his words could be taken to have. Actually… that gave her an idea…
"So, you're saying we're going to have sex tonight?" The musical heroine-in-training asked, smirking as the casually dressed, calm and collected Fumikage immediately fell into a flustered state. Watching him fall apart was probably the only thing allowing Kyouka to keep her own reaction under wraps; that had sounded like such a better joke in her head. How was it fair she was feeling embarrassed now? Reaching out, the punk rocker gave the panicking bird boy a harmless punch to the shoulder. "Chill out, I was just kidding. I know that's not what you meant Fumi."
Fumikage sputtered. That pet name again…
The normally broody hero-in-training wanted to believe that the butterflies he now felt in his stomach were just a product of Dark Shadow laughing at his embarrassment. It would be such a simpler explanation.
The raven-headed teen was no fool. He'd known that their earlier kiss… his first kiss… had just been retaliation against the idiocy of their classmates going too far. Kyouka's actions hadn't meant anything deeper than a 'fuck you' at the time, and he'd been completely understanding, even flattered, that someone had felt the urge to defend him for once. But…
The memory of it… Her soft lips against the strange paradox that was his hard-while-also-soft beak…
It would be a lie if Fumikage said he hadn't wanted such a thing to happen again, only with a more serious and deeper meaning.
"So…" Kyouka trailed off, blinking as she belatedly remembered to pull out her smartphone and text her parents. It had totally slipped her mind to tell them that her not-boyfriend was taking her out to a concert tonight and she wouldn't be home until late. "Where are you taking me anyway?"
Fumikage took a second longer to openly stare before shaking himself from his stupor.
"Verily! After delving through the annals of the Interweb, I have succeeded in discovering a most perfect temple for a dark lady of thine own caliber!" Kyouka allowed a chuckle to escape then. If Fumikage was able to be his normally overly dramatic self, then the shock of her joke mustn't have landed too badly. "Hark, for the Dark Castle will be ou—"
A loud snort interrupted the avian teen midway through his… eloquent… reveal.
"There's no way?!" Kyouka couldn't help but laugh. He had to be joking. "Really? The Dark Castle?!"
There was no way on this Quirked green Earth that Fumikage Tokoyami, a high school student, got not one, but two tickets to one of Japan's most exclusive underground musical nerve centers. The place was practically a mecca for rising bands of a darker tone to make their debuts and or get scouted by talent hunters. Getting access was, by default, no easy feat for anyone. If you weren't lucky or talented enough to be an invited musician, then you HAD to find a way to get tickets. And that, that was almost impossible.
Tickets were usually sold out before events were even announced, a testament to the Dark Castle's popularity. And even if you were lucky enough to find some still on sale, the price alone would force you to trade an arm and a leg for even the nosebleeds.
So it would be beyond ridiculous if—
"Of course!" Fumikage boasted, revealing a pair of tickets pulled from one of his jacket's inner pockets. Kyouka was speechless at the sight of the solid black slips of stock paper. "The rigors involved obtaining these trophies… The horrors I was forced to face!"
Kyouka found herself silently nodding along, absolutely believing the avian teen must've gone through hell. Even her mother, as low-key famous as she was in certain circles, couldn't get last minute tickets for shows like the one tonight!
It was at that moment that Dark Shadow decided to slither out from Fumikage's stomach, a wicked grin slicing through the roiling darkness that made up the Quirk entity.
"Yeah, cause talking Ma into parting with them was SO hard…" Dark Shadow teased. "At least you managed to talk her down from her initial demands right? Just having as much fun as possible will be much easier than giving her grandbab—"
Fumikage, blushing so hard Kyouka swore she could see red through his feathers, pushed the Quirk entity down before it could speak any more embarrassing truths. Seizing the opportunity, the now impressed violette reached out and snatched the rare tickets up for a closer look.
"HOLY. SHIT!" Kyouka swore, loudly enough that anyone close by would wonder what was so amazing to elicit such a reaction. "Who'd your mom have to kill to get these bad boys?"
Fumikage hadn't just gotten Dark Castle tickets. He'd gotten premium Night Onyx tickets. These got you up close and personal with the stage no questions asked.
"Come!" Fumikage shouted, absolutely not dodging the question, "Let us depart! We cannot afford to miss… this revelry in the dark!"
With that, the avian teen grabbed hold of the free hand of the violette of his dreams and was off, fully intending to spend a memorable evening with her.
And maybe, just maybe, get another kiss.
Later, [REDACTED], The Dark Castle…
Kyouka was beyond ecstatic. The musician in her was threatening to spaz out at returning to the holy land she'd only had the privilege of entering once before, when her mom had been performing for one of her old man's events. And truthfully, she couldn't remember much of that first visit, being too young to focus on much beyond the loud noise crashing into her untrained and delicate, Quirk-enhanced hearing.
All she could remember was that she'd been stuck with her old man up top, watching her mom and other performances as they'd nearly brought the house down.
Tonight though, she wasn't under anyone's watchful eye AND she was old enough to really enjoy the experience. Holy shit her accelerated heartbeat alone was proof enough to her that she was completely enamored.
There was absolutely no way it had anything to do with the raven-headed boy she was using as a wall to lean onto. No sir.
"Fucking A man! This is going to be so rad!" Kyouka did not squee in childish excitement, and she'd jack anyone in the throat who said otherwise. "Thanks so much for bringing me here Fumi! You rock!"
That pet name again.
Fumikage should've been… annoyed by it? Embarrassed maybe? All the raven-headed teen knew was that every time his companion said it, he felt warm.
"Anything for you," Fumikage said lowly, the avian hero-in-training only realizing he hadn't spoken softly enough when he noticed Kyouka's elongated earlobes, from where they'd risen up from behind him, freeze up for a moment before returning to their energetic writhing.
The owner of said jacks, face aflame, was glad that she was behind her more-than-a-friend at that moment. Wanting a little revenge for the way her heart had just skipped a beat, the punk rocker jerked her hips forward to jokingly strike at the edgy teen. Kyouka's mischievous look crumbled when she realized she'd basically just thrust her hips at a guy…
Oh fuck.
Well, playfully flirting wouldn't hurt… right? That's all it was… right?
"Hey guys!" Called out one of the Dark Castle's attendants suddenly. The Gothic Rock duo paused, slightly separating as if trying to hide something. The twenty-something young man, who sported tusks from his mouth and quills sprouting up and down his arms, walked over with a pleasant grin. "Before you go any further, please take these suppressants first. On the house of course."
Request made, the attendant gave Fumikage and Kyouka two plastic packets, the teens knowing that each contained a single pill.
It was inevitable, of course, that in a society where the majority of people wielded what were once considered superpowers that public events such as concerts and forums would employ a means to at least lessen the chances of an incident occurring. Quirk suppressants came in all shapes and sizes, not to mention intensities, from the near complete suppressors police used to single-use pills and patches that kept instinctual, subconscious, and or passive usage under control for a limited time.
It made sense that the Dark Castle would want to ensure fans couldn't go overboard during the intense concerts they put on. And lucky for the Gothic Rock duo, the label on the packets showed the pills inside were of a rather light variety, so neither had a problem with taking them.
There was a bit of a problem though.
"Do you have any beverages?" Fumikage asked, speaking like a normal person for once. It was important that he got his point across though; the dark teen knew that swallowing certain things wasn't the easiest for him with his head's avian physiology. "I'd rather not choke on this."
The attendant took a moment to take in the hero-in-training's features before nodding and sticking a thumb over his shoulder.
"Sure we do dude." Fumikage leaned over to look around the attendant. Behind the man was a table laden with cups of all sizes surrounding a large barrel with a rustic looking copper spigot. "Grab a beer and have fun."
The two UA students shared a look of surprise. They weren't exactly old enough to drink in public… not to mention they were also studying to be heroes.
"While we aren't necessarily that young…" Fumikage trailed off hesitantly, unsure of how to get his point across. He needed to do his best to circumvent stating their real ages while also avoiding a descent into vice and villainy by giving in. They couldn't afford to be caught participating in underage drinking after all, not as hero students.
And, okay, he also didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Kyouka.
"I won't tell if you don't," the attendant said with a wink. The man knew very well that teenagers like the two before him no doubt had at least a little experience drinking alcohol already; he did at their age anyway. And besides, the beer on tap tonight was light. "So don't worry about it yeah?"
In a rare moment of being completely out of his depth, Fumikage turned to his companion and sought advice on what to do.
GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!
Kyouka hadn't hesitated and had stepped forward while Fumikage spoke with the attendant. Grabbing a cup, she'd filled it, dropped the pill in, and chugged the whole concoction down in no time, much to the surprise of the avian teen with her.
"GAAAH-HA!" The musically-inclined heroine-in-training sighed in delight as she finished her drink, "That was actually pretty smooth."
Seeing that his violettte companion had no problems with a drink, Fumikage decided to bite the bullet. Surely one cup wouldn't be so bad.
Right?
Much Later, Shizuoka Prefecture, Izu City, Jiro Household…
The front door to the rather nice suburban home swung open smoothly, not fast enough to make a slamming noise but also not slowly enough as if trying to avoid making a sound. No one was trying to hide their entry into the otherwise silent home after all.
"MAN! THAT WAS AMAZING!" Kyouka exclaimed as she carelessly tossed her bag and jacket aside, "We need to do things like that more often. Seriously dude, why the hell didn't you tell us you could actually sing?!"
Cheeks flushed, Kyouka couldn't help the giggle that escaped her at the memory of the bird-headed boy singing along perfectly with the bands up on stage. She also hadn't missed how his gaze would flicker back to her every so often.
He had acted just like a bird showing off for a potential mate.
At some points throughout the concert, Kyouka hadn't been sure what had made her heart beat faster, the music flowing from the stage or the personal show her raven-headed not-boyfriend had put on right next to her. For her.
"I assure you, my dark lady, this humble servant is more than just a simple bard," Fumikage said, internally cursing as he slipped into his dramatics to hide how nervous he felt. Forcefully dropping the act, the avian teen was thankful his dark feathers hid most of his blushing. "Give me a chance, and I promise I'll keep surprising you."
Unfortunately for the raven-headed teen, said dark lady instantly picked up on him dropping his usual speech pattern.
"Oh?" Kyouka whispered, shuffling away from her companion, a sly smile curling her plump lips as she looked back at him, "And how would you do that? You gonna take advantage of the fact my folks aren't home?"
Perhaps it was the alcohol, emboldening the normally shy at heart musician, but in that moment, the violette wanted nothing more than to push the buttons of the boy she was now alone with. She really wanted to see what would happen.
"Is that… is that a challenge?" Fumikage asked huskily, unable to tell what had intoxicated him enough to be so bold. The raven-headed teen stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the slightly shorter punk rocker while nibbling on the top of her earlobe.
Kyouka gasped, not only due to the unexpected move but also from the pleasure that shot through her at the feeling of her ear being played with. She'd known her ears were sensitive, but holy shit did Fumi's beak on her skin feel like heaven.
Oh, and his hard on. That both shocked and ignited her too.
The giggling escaped Kyouka again, bubbling up from her fluttering stomach and sounding decidedly more expectant this time.
"I. Dare. You…" Kyouka replied, turning around in the arms that surrounded her to lock gazes with the raven-headed teen who'd captured her in more ways than one. "I. Double. Dare. You…"
Slowly, the punk rocker stepped backward, trailing her fingers downward before latching onto Fumikage's hands as she led him out of the foyer, up the stairs, and into her room. The haze of booze and lust currently enshrouding the violette's mind drowned out all her normal hang-ups of being called butch for her personal space's decidedly un-girly musical decorations.
It felt nice not having to worry about that particular fear for once.
All the same, the two heroes-in-training were in no way sober. They were drunk enough to lose most of their inhibitions, but not too far gone that they didn't understand what they were doing, about to do, and why they were doing it.
The duo knew there was an attraction between them. They liked each other, and now, they wanted each other. And really…
Would it be so bad to fall in love with each other?
Would it be so bad to give in and have each other, right then?
As soon as the door to the musician's room had closed, it seemed like both teens suddenly became the clumsiest humans in the world. Removing each other's clothes felt like an eternal torture, and while eventually the two successfully undressed, Kyouka was left grousing that Fumikage's belt was pure evil while the raven-headed boy could only stare in wonderment at the garment in his hands, amazed that he now knew how bras worked.
And then Kyouka grabbed his dick.
Fumikage's knees buckled and fell back onto the bed behind him.
Holy shit.
It felt good. So good!
Shit now too tight!
"AH!" Fumikage hissed, instantly exhaling in relief when the death grip on his manhood relaxed as Kyouka flinched back at his sudden reaction.
When he found the willpower to sit up, Fumikage was met with a look of hazy guilt staring back at him.
"S-Sorry," Kyouka mumbled, blinking and looking away in shame. "I've… I've never… you know… d-done this… before."
Making a snap decision, Fumikage launched forward and grabbed the musical violette by her shoulders. Before she could do more than squeak in response, the raven-headed teen had twisted around and swapped places with the punk rocker.
Aizawa-sensei could never know he'd just used a move they'd learned in Heroics in the bedroom.
Scratch that, Aizawa-sensei never needed to know they were in the bedroom… together. Ever.
Shaking away that random thought, Fumikage stared deeply into the eyes of the girl now under him. Did it mean anything that his mind nearly went blank when he realized her eyes weren't black as he'd previously thought but a deep amethyst?
No, focus birdbrain!
"That doesn't matter to me," Fumikage rumbled, his plumage shifting pleasantly as he slid backward, nearly face down on the nubile body below him. "After all, as they say, ladies first."
Already befuddled by the alcohol and sudden position change, Kyouka had no chance to respond before her world exploded. Sitting there on her bed, the violette could only moan as she looked down to see she'd become the target of attentions she hadn't known her body craved.
Fumikage's beak-like mouth worked wonders on the entrance to her pussy, the strangely hard-yet-soft texture sending tongues of fire shooting from her lower lips to her brain. She felt feverish, as if she'd been set on fire but the coals were inside her and pooling lower and lower. Hungry flames throbbed through her veins, burning her with every war-like drumbeat of her heart.
Kyouka gasped sharply as the raven-headed teen began to leave little nibbles on her clit, sparking electrical bolts that ran up and down her spine. Her toes curled, her hands gripped her sheets, and the musician's brain nearly whited out. A tightness began to stack on top of the coals, the spring condensing more and more of her into it with every breath.
It was too much! Too much!
A thin tongue suddenly shot out, spearing through her folds and licking her insides all the way up to her center in one fell swoop.
"Fuuu—" Kyouka buckled and shattered and melted all at the same time, her world disappearing. "FUMIIIIIIII!"
The punk rocker's hips thrust upward, nearly dislodging the source of the pleasure that had caused the involuntary movement. A rapturous scream ripped through the air as Fumikage reached out and gripped Kyouka firmly around the waist, continuing his assault on her womanhood. Tongue and beak prolonged the explosions that rocked her to her core; meanwhile his hands busied themselves with caressing every inch of tantalizing flesh they could reach.
Kyouka couldn't tell how much time passed, a minute… ten? Every time she'd feel herself coming down out of the searing bliss she'd been sent into, another lick or prod would send her right back up. Each ascent left her more sensitive, and while it was an unimaginable pleasure without end, even her senseless mind could tell that eventually her sensitivity would increase to almost painful levels soon.
Struggling against the latest wave of white-hot ecstasy, Kyouka managed to rise up and shakily push against the cause of her heavenly torture. Her arms were weaker than a kitten's, but the act itself was just enough to snap Fumikage from his single-minded task. Realizing what he'd been doing, the raven-headed teen instantly stopped and sat back, worriedly taking in the sight before him.
Kyouka was a mess.
The violette was shaking, almost catatonic from so much carnal bliss constantly shooting through her inexperienced body. Her face was flushed beyond anything Fumikage had ever seen, the redness traveling all the way down to her perfectly sized breasts. Those beautiful eyes of hers hadn't quite rolled up, but she was definitely not seeing him as he gazed down at her. And if she hadn't grit her teeth at some point during the near painful ecstasy, he was sure her tongue would've even been lolling out.
Down below, there was so much wetness spilling from between Kyouka's legs that the sheets under her were soaked through, not that she could recognize that at the moment. Fumikage licked his beak at the sight, humming in satisfaction at the distinctly Kyouka-taste he could still catch a bit of.
The punk rocker meanwhile breathed deeply, taking in as much air as possible. Slowly, so slowly, she felt herself come back together as the aftershocks of so much pure pleasure so suddenly worked their way through her. Fumikage's blush deepened as he enjoyed the unintended side effects of such an action.
Bird head none-withstanding, he was a decidedly mammalian creature, and the violette's breasts were a work of art, perfectly sized and firm… they looked good enough to eat.
Anyone who ever dared say this woman wasn't a goddess from here on out could fight him… to the death.
Time passed, but neither teen really noticed. When Kyouka finally managed to fully come back to reality, Fumikage leaned down once more, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Was that okay?" The raven-headed man asked, unsure of himself even in the face of such visible evidence. How it looked to him didn't matter as much as the honest opinion of the young woman under him after all.
Kyouka scoffed, reaching out to wrap her arms around Fumikage's neck, pulling him down to her level.
"You about killed me there," the punk rocker joked, chuckling at the speechless, wide-eyed look that greeted her in return. "Maybe next time we work up to the mind shattering orgasms, okay? And give a girl a little warning would you?"
Fumikage sputtered, unable to accept that he'd just been explicitly told he'd rocked her world, and implicitly told they'd be doing this again… and they weren't even done yet.
At least, he hoped.
Taking a deep breath, Kyouka finally relaxed completely. Nodding at the question she could see in Fumikage's eyes, the musical heroine-in-training panted as the raven-headed man leaned in, kissing and licking at her breasts. Echoes of the insane bliss she'd felt earlier crackled through her as she felt her body reignite at the simple ministrations.
Paying special attention to Kyouka's nipples, Fumikage gently nipped at the fleshy peaks before deciding to move upward to the slim neck of the undeniably stimulated woman beneath him. Biting back a mewl, the punk rocker chose that moment to rejoin the action and make a move of her own.
She was done sitting back and just taking. No one would ever say that Kyouka Jiro never gave as good as she got.
Kyouka reached down and, softly this time, wrapped a hand around the… huge fucking weapon that had been pressing into her stomach this whole time! Holy shit. How the fuck had she not noticed Fumikage was packing heat when he'd been laying over her for so long?
He really had screwed her brains out hadn't he? And they hadn't even gotten past third base. Huffing, Kyouka shook away the flickers of embarrassment that tried to still her and began to rub the rock hard dick in her hand.
Up, down, up, down… Occasionally she'd throw in a brush across his balls, delighted at the shivers and groans her actions pulled from her companion.
Tensing, Fumikage sat back, taking himself from her hand in the process. Before she could wonder if she'd done something wrong, the raven-headed man had leaned forward again, brushing his beak across her overly sensitive earlobe.
"Are you ready?"
The whispered question sent another quake through the punk rocker.
This was it.
"Are you?" Kyouka threw back, lying back and opening herself up to Fumikage's gaze with a heated blush.
The raven-headed man swallowed thickly, but moved forward with a hungry gaze.
Fumikage positioned himself as best he could above the violette who'd come to mean so much to him, Kyouka again wrapping her arms around his neck in silent support. The two shared a deep and meaningful kiss, working together blindly to press manhood to womanhood.
Still mesmerized by their kiss, the Gothic Rock duo finally succeeded in pressing Fumikage's tip to Kyouka's pussy, the feeling electrifying their moment even more.
No words were exchanged; no attempt to define their feelings was made. The two merely pressed their foreheads together in silence and, after a moment, Fumikage put everything he had into thrusting forward.
"AAHOOWWW!
Instantly Kyouka's cry of pain sobered up the raven-headed teen.
"Kyouka!" Fumikage stilled, utterly distressed, "What happened?! Are you okay?!"
He tried to pull out, but Kyouka dug her nails into his back, hissing at the sudden motion.
"Stop!" The punk rocker grit out, biting back a curse. "Don't—Fuck, don't move!"
"B-But…!" Fumikage was at a loss. He had no idea what had happened, but down to his bones he felt like he SHOULD be doing something.
"Don't!" Kyouka warned again, "Just… don't move okay…?"
Still in obvious pain, the violette clearly regained more control of herself as the seconds ticked by.
"I knew the first time could hurt but…" Kyouka mumbled to herself, memories of 'The Talk' with her mother flashing through her head. What had happened? She hadn't been ill prepared. Hell, if the puddle she only now could feel under her was any indication, she'd been so wet she should've been fine! If it hadn't been her, then it must've been… "You went in too fast you animal!"
Of course, Kyouka wasn't really mad at Fumikage for his mistake, no matter what the tears in her eyes said. He'd done his best to please her from the start, there was no denying that. She'd chalk it up to the both of them being inexperienced virgins.
They'd figure it out.
Next time.
The Next Day…
As had become the usual, Fumikage met Kyouka on the way to school, the two sharing a metro line since they both lived in the same general area of Shizuoka Prefecture. This usually gave the Gothic Rock duo a chance to talk as they walked the last few blocks to the gates of UA.
However, today was different.
With the clarity of the morning after, the two had realized they'd done way more than they should've. Under the influence of the alcohol provided at the Dark Castle—which was no excuse—they'd had sex. Even if they hadn't gone the whole nine yards, they'd still done the deed… mostly.
Neither could find it in themselves to regret what they'd done, but the air between them had definitely changed.
"Kyouka…"
Fumikage barely managed to force out the name of the girl who'd become his mate… even if she hadn't exactly known what she'd signed up for at the time nor accepted the role she didn't know she'd taken.
Quirk-affected physiological psychology made things more troublesome sometimes, that was for sure.
"What?"
The brusque answer wasn't what Fumikage had expected, although perhaps he should've.
The violette walking next to him at first glance acted as if last night hadn't happened. But to him, who'd become so tuned to her over the time they'd spent together, it was clear she was avoiding him for some reason.
"Can we talk about—"
"What? The mess?" Kyouka interrupted, striking out with a terse question of her own. Fumikage flinched.
He really needed to make things clear. He wanted to be with her.
Taking his silence the wrong way, Kyouka scowled darkly, rounding on the raven-headed teen.
"If you say you're sorry, I'll cut your balls off," the violette deadpanned, traitorous hands clenching white-knuckled onto the strap of her bag. "And if you ask me to forget it ever happened, I swear I'll kill you, heroics be damned."
The fact that she could speak such threats without visible anger made the words far more fearsome than if they'd been screamed.
"I… I was going to ask if you were alright?" Fumikage managed to confess, gathering his courage after feeling Dark Shadow roil in his stomach. "You were still hurting when I left. And I know I saw blood…"
Kyouka stopped.
She blinked a few times. Her thoughts faced a hard reset as reality for once beat her pessimistic expectations in the ass.
Fumi didn't want to abandon what they'd had, maybe had, what she'd feared they'd screwed up beyond repair with their inexperience. He was just… worried about her.
"Oh… okay…" Taking a deep breath, Kyouka finally turned to lock eyes with the avian teen who'd shared such an important milestone with her. "It… it doesn't hurt anymore. Thanks for asking."
The way Fumikage visibly relaxed at her words made Kyouka's chest warm.
"My folks threw a fit when they got home though," the heroine-in-training suddenly segued, shifting gears without warning as she returned to her normal persona. "They sniffed out the beer almost instantly."
Fumikage grew concerned. He knew what his father would do if he was caught coming home smelling like a brewery…
"Were you reprimanded?" The raven-headed teen asked. They were in that age-range that wasn't exactly forbidden from drinking, just highly discouraged. Every family was different though.
What was minor to some was grounds for being thrown out for others.
"My old man started up, yeah," Kyouka admitted as the duo resumed walking, "But I convinced him and mom that it was just because some asshole spilled his beer all over us."
Fumikage snapped his fingers, a puzzle finally finding its last piece.
"That explains the phone call Mother received earlier this morning, and why Father checked my clothes right after," Fumikage revealed. A look of apology crossed his avian face. "They didn't seem interested in bringing it up with me though."
As Fumikage had learned as he'd gotten older, his parents were by and large much more agreeable to giving their son more freedoms than restrictions. All he needed to do was always tell them the truth when asked and take responsibility for his actions. Even if they did suspect he'd been drinking at the concert, they weren't going to make a big fuss about it if nothing bad had happened because of it.
Kyouka hummed as she walked along. So Fumi's parents were pretty chill then? That was a relief to the musically inclined violette, maybe meeting them wouldn't be so bad. No, wait—The punk rocker turned away slightly to hide her blushing cheeks from her companion. She hadn't meant to think that.
Casting about for something to get her mind off of the dangerous topic it had slipped into, Kyouka remembered a particular moment from last night. In that moment, she decided that if she had to suffer embarrassment then her raven-headed companion had to as well.
"By the way, explaining the blood on my sheets went okay enough," Kyouka threw out, pausing a few seconds until she was sure she had Fumikage's complete attention. "I just told mom that you ravaged her virgin daughter, and she was more than happy to help me hide the evidence from my old man."
Fumikage froze, becoming petrified on the spot. Even through his black feathers it was clear to see the raven-headed teen had turned so pale it looked as if he'd developed vitiligo.
"AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The avian teen flinched back as Kyouka burst into riotous laughter.
"That's… that's not funny!" Fumikage finally shouted, realizing at least some part of the previous confession had been a hoax. "I think I just lost a few years from that!"
Kyouka continued laughing though, unable to stop. The look of sheer horror he'd given her, the boy who'd only a few hours ago hearly tongue-fucked her brains out and… almost… banged her, it was priceless.
"Stop it!" Fumikage growled in exasperation, even as he fought a smile at the angelic sight of watching the violette beside him enjoying herself. "I wanted to have a serious discussion you know!"
Kyouka waved a hand, seemingly banishing her giggles as she settled down. The occasional snort escaped, but the punk rocker had gotten herself under control within a few minutes.
"Fine! Fine!" The violette replied, "Whaddya want? I'll tell you now, you're gonna have to wait for another chance to fuck; my folks don't have date nights that often these days."
"I-I… I wasn't…" Fumikage managed to stop himself this time before he fell into yet another verbal pitfall. Steeling himself, the raven-headed teen stepped closer to the girl he wanted. "What I wanted to talk about… It's about us. You and me. As a couple. I wanted to make it offi—"
A warm, gentle hand on his beak interrupted the dark teen's heartfelt words. Fingers calloused by years of slaving away at mastering musical instruments and more recently months of hero training felt like heavenly silk on his paradoxical mandible. Looking down, his natural vermillion gaze caught on the kind amethysts staring up at him. They were more precious than any gem in existence.
"No."
That single word caused Fumikage's world to stop. The raven-headed teen's heart nearly plummeted, but there was something in those glistening amethysts that told him there was something else.
"At least…" Kyouka swallowed, nerves visibly rising as she shuffled in place, "Not yet…"
"Why?" Fumikage asked, honest tone conveying his willingness to respect the violette's choices, while the burning in his eyes did nothing to hide how much he ached for the acceptance of their union.
Kyouka looked away, a mix of guilt, nerves, and embarrassment radiating off of her lithe form.
"I still have to… let Izuku go," the punk rocker confessed with a sigh after a moment of silence. Before her companion could say a word, she pushed on. "I know, I know. I shouldn't be crushing on him at all. But it's… hard? They say you never really forget, you know, your first love and all."
Another moment of silence split the duo, Kyouka squeezing her eyes shut as she awaited Fumikage's response. It was a moment she'd feared since she'd realized she was getting more than a little attached and attracted to the raven-headed teen. How would he take the fact that she'd spent years pinning after a guy who'd saved her life? Would he accept it, and agree to wait until she'd freed her heart? Or would he leave her and any bonds they might've started?
Thinking about it was enough to almost send her into a panic attack.
Fumikage reached out… and hugged the tensed violette, saying nothing and everything all at once. Kyouka nearly slumped in relief.
Swallowing thickly, the punk rocker gathered herself and made a valiant effort to return to her normal rough and blasé attitude.
"I just need to tell him, okay?" Kyouka reassured, returning the embrace in full. "Once I can at least let him know the truth… then I can accept you. Is that okay?"
Fumikage looked down, an impulse causing the avian teen to nuzzle his beak into the punk rocker's cheek.
"Okay," the dark teen acquiesced. Deal struck, the two separated.
The mood, which had swung as erratically as a seismograph's needle, shifted again, settling as the not-quite-a-couple resumed their trek toward school.
"Maybe… maybe when the Sports Festival is over," Kyouka suddenly threw out, surprising the now introspective teen beside her. "I think I can tell him then."
"So… after today…" Fumikage said slowly, making sure he was reading the intent behind those words right, "You're saying… you'll be mine?"
And just like that, for the rest of the walk to UA, Kyouka kept slinging light punches into the raven-headed teen's side, grinning all the while.
He wasn't exactly wrong though. Today was the day; the Sports Festival was here. And regardless of how the events turned out, there would never be a better time for the punk rocker to approach their mutual friend and confess to the weight that had dragged on her soul ever since that night all those years back.
Finally, Kyouka would find the closure she needed. Finally, she'd regain control of her own heart.
Fumikage deserved that much…
And a lecture on how to be gentle with that monster he hid in his pants.
Magnus: More requests will be answered in the following chapters so, look forward to them. If you want to make your own request, you know where to ask for it.
Omake – Woes of a Gang – For Henry B
Inside the now abandoned ruins of what once might've been a convenience store, the remaining twenty odd members of the street gang Doremi could be found. The group of girls was skulking in their dismal hideaway, licking their wounds after surviving the latest skirmish they'd been forced into against a rival gang.
This time, they'd lost everything.
Had it not even been a week since they'd reported to their badass boss, Saki Nikaido, that scouts had found the perfect new turf for them? The warehouse had been a score, even if it had been abandoned; large inside and out, far away from any straight donut eater's known route, and best of all, with a little elbow grease would be easy to defend.
The girls had gotten to work with gusto; cleaning up the grunge of neglect within hours and chasing off all of the vermin infestations they could find. The boss had personally had words with the creepy lowlife they had discovered holed up in the far corner, running him out in under thirty seconds flat.
But then, just as they'd begun seriously rebuilding…
The boss's old man had called her up, saying he needed a hand at the shop.
Unlike most of the girls' shitty or dead parents, the boss's old man was pretty alright in Doremi's book. He'd welcomed each and every one of them into his tiny home at least once, usually when they wouldn't have had a roof over their heads otherwise. On top of that, he'd also slipped them money multiple times when their own coffers got too low, and pride demanded they starve before asking for help. The old man had even sat them all down and given them lessons on bike mechanics on top of all around basic education, something they'd never foreseen themselves accepting from an adult.
But when your teach was the same guy who'd publically crack open the skull of any asshole who'd openly catcall and or prey on your sisters, who wouldn't shut their traps and learn everything they could?
So really, the boss couldn't have said no. And anyway, the gang wouldn't have been able to pry her away from her old man's shop even if they'd tried.
"We… we should've said something…" Reiko Amabuki, the current de facto leader of Doremi growled. The violette, now with red and blue highlights, was barely able to contain her rage as she looked around at her demoralized sisters. "At the very least… I… I should've been there… with her…"
It was a fact that Reiko hated herself these days. It was all her fault. She'd been the boss's girl for fuck's sake! They'd even shared 'boyfriends' whenever they could, enjoying the occasional spice to their already hot and heavy chemistry.
Dammit they'd even had one such threesome planned for a weekend of bliss before all this shit had happened.
She hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye…
"We all should've, Reiko-ane," whispered one brunette, Makoto Niijima, in a quiet, haunted voice. "We all should've gone together. One last ride to hell…"
Now their boss and her old man were dead, gunned down while the rest of them had been gone, playing around in their new abandoned warehouse. Ryuji Nikaido had died relatively quickly as far as the official report said, at least according to Kuroko Shirai, one of Doremi's enforcers and resident spy. It might've taken a hailstorm of bullets to do it, but the one man who the girls had actually respected hadn't had to suffer.
Their boss on the other hand…
The same report had said that the boss had struggled on for nearly a day after the assault, left to be found under collapsed shelves and already far gone into a coma.
Hearing that their badass boss had been hanging on for dear life by the skin of her teeth had been bad enough. But being told by everyone who'd speak to them that there was nothing they could do? That… that had broken them.
Reiko had eventually worked up the courage to march into the hospital and demand that the damn doc-suckers tell her what was going on with her girlfriend. One, an older lady that barely came up to her shoulders, had believed her about her relationship with 'the patient' and, after pulling her away from her cowering coworkers, had told her the straight truth
She'd never cried in public before that moment.
The damn hospital hadn't had the tools to keep Saki alive long enough to find a Quirk that could bring her out of the coma she'd slipped into. Reiko had offered money of course—to find, hire, coerce, you name it—someone that could help, but it was all for naught. The kind of money she'd been quoted in return could only have been found hidden away in her girlfriend's home, stashed away in her old man's hidden safe.
She'd have taken it too, without hesitation or remorse. It wouldn't even have been stealing; Saki had given her a key to the Nikaido home as a one month anniversary present ages ago. Unfortunately, the place had been cordoned off due to the donut eaters and their useless investigating.
That same night, Saki had died.
"Maybe… Maybe we should all go… together," Makoto breathed, trembling voice wavering not out of fear, but of sadness. She couldn't bear to slowly lose another family. "One last race. Go out in a Blaze of Glory?"
All around, hums and low murmurs of agreement rose up. Why not? The proposal had its merits; they'd lost everything already anyway hadn't they?
The same night official word of the boss's death had come down, a new gang had launched an assault on the warehouse. While the girls had successfully defended their turf, several of their number had been injured and a few of the reinforcements to the walls they'd built up had been torn to shreds by the invaders.
Reiko had taken stock of the situation and accepted the general belief that the place was no longer defensible as Doremi was at the time. And without a doubt, the new gang would surely attack again the next night to capitalize on their weakened state. It was the coward's way, but they'd all agreed to abandon the place in favor of returning to one of their older hangouts.
Too bad for them each and every one had already been re-taken by lowlife criminals in their absence.
The old convenience store, if it had once been one, was their last option for a hideout… and it was scheduled to be demolished in four days.
"Not without the boss!" Reiko suddenly shouted, earning the attention of the downtrodden girls around her. "We'll wait for the boss. Get her ashes. Eat them! Only then can we say we'll all go together on one last—"
BAM!
The shoddily reinforced double-doors of the hideout burst inward, a pale leg sticking out of the darkness obviously having kicked it in.
"WASS'UP BITCHES?!"
Twenty sets of eyes zeroed in on the intruder like lasers.
Long blonde hair.
Orange and green highlights.
A manic grin capable of intimidating even the most fearsome of demons.
Doremi's boss had returned! From the depths of Hell itself she had returned to them!
But…
Who were the trio—a cute green boy, a blue pipsqueak, and a raven-haired beanstalk—behind her?
Omake – Zombie Problems – For AllAboutNothin
The zombified trio of Tae, Lily, and Saki weren't merely highly attached to Izuku Midoriya, their master, as many believed. In fact, they were highly dependent on the emerald necromancer. That is to say, it wasn't as if they couldn't function without the young hero-in-training around, or felt their cognizance fade away the farther they were from him… it was just being within arm's reach of the verdanette filled the undead girls with peace.
That was why, when Izuku had all but ordered his partners to stay seated in the stands reserved for Class 1-A, the three had found the arrangement barely tolerable at best. At least having eyes on their master had made things easier on them. And then, when the first two events had finished, and Izuku's orders were rendered null and void, the undead trio had wasted no time in happily darting out of their seats and immediately glomping onto the emerald necromancer.
But then the bi-colored whiny boy had demanded a word with their master. To make matters worse, when that bother had been dealt with, Izuku had said he'd needed to go to the restroom before the matches began, and had ordered them not to follow him in.
Tae had had enough.
"GRRAAAAA!"
The loud groan filled the otherwise empty hallway, cluing anyone listening that the oldest of Izuku's partners was more than a little upset.
"Geez! Calm down Wondergirl!" Saki shouted as she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her elder undead sister in a full nelson. The ravenette had just about shoved the door to the men's room wide open. "You can't go in there!"
It was a badly kept secret that Tae had always had a bad habit of following Izuku everywhere… even into the restroom. While on UA's normal campus, this wasn't much of a problem, as the young hero-in-training usually avoided the more crowded public restrooms anyway. To be safe, he'd also make an announcement before entering any secluded ones he'd find that he was going in with company.
The Sports Festival stadium, however, was a public space, and loath as Izuku was to use its facilities, he'd accepted his fate due to his limited time. Unfortunately, because it was a public restroom, he'd forgone his normal considerations and hadn't said anything about the three zombies he'd left outside.
"GUUUWAAA!"
"Lily is pretty sure that Izu-nii doesn't really need you in there…" Lily did her best, but the smallest zombie-girl could only wrap her arms around one of her eldest sister's legs. Her attempt at helping provided absolutely no leverage in keeping Tae in check. "He won't take long, promise!"
"What's going on? Kero."
The two more vocal of the trio turned their heads and realized that their master's girlfriend had appeared from around a corner.
Great.
"Why are you two all over Tae-chan?" Tsuyu asked, a large finger poking at one corner of her mouth in confusion.
While it was true that the amphibian girl was getting used to the zombie-girls' antics, seeing the trio desperately wrestling outside of a men's restroom was… weirder… than she'd been expecting.
"Tae-nee won't wait for Izu-nii!" Lily squeaked, still wrapped around the ravenette's leg; her voice showing how much the smallest zombie-girl was straining against the unstoppable force that was her eldest sister. "She really wants to go in there with onii-chan!"
For an instant, Tsuyu failed to understand why that was a bad thing… and then she remembered where they were.
"Tae-chan!" Tsuyu croaked loudly as she marched up to Izuku's first partner, "You know you can't go in there! Just think what people would say about Izu-kun, kero."
"Garwlgah?"
Abruptly, Tae stopped struggling against her sisters and groaned in confusion.
If only that were the end of the issue.
"What do you mean 'what would people say'?" Saki barked in outrage, "YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE SHITHEADS WOULD SAY!"
Tae flopped her head to the side, blinking slowly at the fuming blonde. There was no need for a translator for that particular question.
"Look, Tae-chan… Izu-kun doesn't need people calling him a…" Tsuyu trailed off, not wanting to even say the word in association with her boyfriend. "…a pervert, kero."
Oh God. Saying that accursed word in the same sentence as her cinnamon roll felt even worse than she'd feared. The frog-girl felt her insides twist. She felt… wrong.
"Gwaugh."
"Of course Izu-nii isn't a pervert!" Lily chirped, flailing her little arms about in defense of her big brother. "Lily knows in her heart that Izu-nii is as pure as pure can be!"
"Yeah…" Saki agreed, although the undead delinquent had gained a sullen look, "Unfortunately…"
Tsuyu and Lily froze, before flinching back in shock. The two snapped around and stared wide-eyed at the rebellious blonde.
"Kero?" Tsuyu croaked, taken aback by the very idea that after all this time, she might've had competition for Izuku's heart right beside her and hadn't even known.
Although, should the zombie biker even be able to experience emotions like that?
"W-WHAT?!" Lily was even more surprised. Little as she was, the bluenette knew very well what her troublemaker of a sister was suggesting.
How could the blonde even be having such feelings?!
"I'm just saying…" Saki sulked, refusing to look at her two interrogators, "With all the pussy surrounding the Boss, there's no reason he should still be a virgin."
Tsuyu frowned, both at the implication and coarse language.
"You better not make a move on Izu-kun, Saki-chan," Tsuyu warned lowly, "He's MY boyfriend."
"But it's so haaaaard!" Saki moaned, fidgeting in place. "I mean, hell, even Shrimpy here would love to—"
"LA LA LA! Lily doesn't hear! Lily doesn't know!" The littlest zombie-girl slapped her hands over her ears and began to chant her new mantra. Dark images of her past fought against her mental image of her pure onii-chan as she slammed her eyes closed for good measure.
Tsuyu took a heavy step into the undead delinquent's personal space, murder in her normally blank amphibian eyes.
"Stop," the frog-girl warned, her glare at once frigid cold and searing hot. "Now. Kero."
Unfortunately, Saki had never been one to listen to what she was told. And seeing the Boss's normally unflappable girl so tied into knots was just making the moment all the better.
"And really… the Boss is kind of… resilient," Saki continued, now visibly taking pleasure in seeing Tsuyu's shoulders shaking, "His stamina is as undying as he is you know? It may be too much for you to handle alone. Have you ever thought about getting some… help?"
Tsuyu felt her cheeks begin to inflate as the glands in her mouth began to secrete her natural neurotoxin.
"Seriously," the frog-girl mumbled, as much due to her rage as her tongue being gooped in sticky fluid. "Stop."
"I'm not saying bring the mushroom head in or the googly eyes," Saki playfully waved her hands in front of her, shifting into swaying her hips as if to show off her own sexiness, "I'm just saying that if you end up having trouble, you know I'd be more than happy to help you handle… it."
"Handle what, exactly?"
Instantly, Saki froze, shoulders shooting up as she hunched away from the deadly calm voice behind her. Turning, the delinquent would've paled if she'd had enough blood in her veins to do so.
Izuku had finally rejoined the group.
The emerald necromancer was being embraced from the side by Tae, Lily hiding behind his legs. All three were glaring at the undead blonde.
At that moment, Saki realized she'd done fucked up.
"You couldn't even keep Tae from entering the restroom," Izuku added, almost as if to drive the nail home. The verdanette crossed his arms, an adorable parody of an angry badass.
Yeah… Saki had doubly fucked up…