Izuku wasn't sure how to feel about this, really.
All Might was the greatest hero of all time, the most powerful, the Symbol of Peace.
His mentor.
There was a part of him that wanted to be just like the man- as brave, as bold, and as courageous... and the very idea that at least in one timeline he'd actually managed to pull it off had done things for his sense of self that bordered on miraculous... but this on the other hand..
This was…
Well…
There were things he simply didn't want to know about All Might.
And wasn't that ironic? The number one fanboy of All Might not wanting to know something about All Might. First on that list, it turned out, was the new obsession of basically everyone on HeroChannel.
All Might's sex life.
Because for the first time in over half a decade the Symbol of Peace wasn't running on a timer, which meant he had time to do more than pose for pictures and rush off to put out the next fire before he hit his limit for the day. He had time to socialize, and... well... ship happens.
Of course the Endeavor Army guys were on the warpath claiming that this was proof of All Might's inferiority because their hero had been happily married for decades.
Which, of course, was countered with wild claims that he was totally doing it with Burnin' because, well... There was a reason she was nicknamed 'Burnin' Hot' by basically everyone. That rumor coupled to the fact that his wife hadn't been seen in public with him in over a decade went over like wasabi ice cream, especially when people started posting 'Chad All Might' memes and claiming that he was the 'Symbol of Pimp'.
On another note, that one girl - or at least he assumed it was a girl considering her username was 'MaryJane420' - who claimed Endeavor was secretly Tsundere for All Might had set off the largest flame war he'd seen in the all of the last two weeks.
Rolling his eyes at the puerile nature of it, he decided to make sense of this mess, get to the root of the problem, and see what they were yammering on about like... well... a bunch of demented, idiotic internet shitlords...?
The first relevant post seemed harmless enough.
Is All Might Sweet on Mirko?
His first reaction to that was that everyone was sweet on Mirko. She was hot as hell in that 'could totally kick your ass sexy tough girl' way.
Apparently All Might went on an 'In-the-field Carrot Cake date' with the Rabbit Hero. He promised her sweets, and then delivered, according to the shots of the box, a twenty-five thousand yen Carrot Cake some time later.
He didn't even know they made cakes that expensive didn't come in 'wedding' size.
What, were those carrots some special heirloom grown by hand in a secret, isolated part of Tibet by monks with a vow of silence or something?
He shook his head and sighed, moving on to the next thread.
All Might doing 18+ things with the 18+ Heroine?
He guessed that kind of made sense. Strongest hero gets the hottest girl, right?
Or at least that's what all the Manga, Anime, and Video Games said...
Apparently Midnight had asked to speak to All Might. That wouldn't have been strange except for two things. First, according to 'sources' he'd just finished a bath... and second... according to a whole other set of 'sources', she was seen leaving Might Tower the next morning.
That was a bit... well... he wouldn't say he wasn't jealous but was a bit surprised. He never expected All Might to... well...
The man probably had a lot to work out of his system after six years of being critically injured...
Izuku wasn't one to judge, but he was kind of envious. He wouldn't lie and say that Midnight wasn't the sexual fantasy of an entire generation of teenage boys. His generation in particular.
The next one was a bit strange considering everything around it...
Did All Might Mount the Lady?
Terrible and rude pun aside, it was a strange case. All Might runs into Mount Lady doing some kind of 'foot worship' public event or something before suddenly ran off. The event wasn't even that lewd compared to some of the stuff Midnight had gotten up to, like those S&M nude sets.
Which he had to admit were super kinky, but really tasteful and well done too. He'd never say it out loud, but he'd downloaded all of her stuff and kept it in a well hidden folder on his hard drive. Once he was old enough to actually buy it he would, because heroes lived off their merch and he didn't want to deny the woman her honestly earned income!
That one with her snuggling naked in the middle of a kitten pile was a work of art.
He was sure there was something going on though, but not "something" between All Might and Mount Lady. He couldn't ever imagine All Might ever leaving a girl teary eyed like the picture showed...
The next one though had him start to gag.
Not figuratively in a 'What the hell is that?' sort of way, but literal, actual choking. His throat let loose a strangled, pained, squealing sound as he looked at the monitor in wide-eyed horror...
Is the Symbol of Peace a Chubby Chaser?
It was a picture - though not a very good one, thank goodness - of All Might standing with him and his mom.
Slowly sucking in breath, he made quite possibly one of the most painful mistakes of his life.
He clicked the link.
Well... apparently... All Might was seen with a small green haired boy before.
...Flying co-seat in the All-Mobile to UA...
Oh who ever could that be...
Oh look, there was a 500,000 yen bounty for the mysterious young man's identity.
Joy.
And then the same "green haired boy" was seen with him at Might Tower, thankfully not a good picture because the jamming hardware there did all kinds of fun things to cellphone cameras...
And...
Izuku's eyes hurt as he read the next part.
-an adorably plump, 100% huggle grade A MILF of a woman. The kind of woman who you just knew was a wonderful, 110% blob of good will and warm hearts, the kind you wanted to take to bed and-
Izuku tasted bile as he skimmed the thread, desperately trying not to read too deeply... And failing miserably. Some of the text made him want to scream...
Secret Love Child...
What.
Just imagine those thighs.
Oh no...
Take a bite out of those big mommy mi...
"Okay," he said, standing up, leaving it off there as he thrust his keyboard away from him as if it was on fire. "I'm done. So done."
Taking a deep breath he walked over to the door and opened it...
Oh, Aunt Mitsuki was over?
He was glad Kacchan wasn't around. That was an encounter he wasn't looking forward to. His kinda sorta childhood friend probably lost his mind when he saw the...
"I'm telling you girl, you should just go ahead and hit that shit! That ass is completely tappable!"
What.
"Mitsuki-chan!" his mother cried out in embarrassment as she covered her eyes with her hands, face a complete red mess.
"I mean, Hisashi-kun would totally understand. I mean, anyone would, after all, it's All..." she looked up, "Oh, hey there Izuku-kun."
He looked at her for a long, silent moment.
He blinked.
She blinked.
He turned one-hundred and eighty degrees on his heel and walked right back into his room.
"Nope."
"I am Here!" And I wish I wasn't.
"Please take a seat, Yagi-san."
Toshinori sighed. While he absolutely understood the necessity of the Hero Public Safety Commission, he did not like dealing with them. The current president was a stern, no-nonsense woman who was, at least on paper, his superior. It was a fact that she never let him forget.
The middle aged blonde uncrossed her arms and sat down after him, her stern face as stiff and unforgiving as the collar on her jacket.
Her attention was certainly trying in the best of times, but at least she was an improvement on her late predecessor who, while more sociable, had always read to him as oddly slimy. Though personal feelings aside, he'd been sorry to hear about the man's death.
"I assume this is about my sidekicks?"
"Indeed. We have some concerns regarding their origins- particularly Tobita Danjuro."
Toshinori resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He'd been expecting this. "In what way?"
"With all due respect, Yagi-san," she scowled, "He's a villain."
"He is a well meaning man who wants nothing more than to be a hero. And while I will freely admit he made a number of poor life choices, the root of many of his problems was due to the failure of the system itself."
She visibly twitched when he mentioned the failure of the system.
"And if you believe he should have the opportunity to become a hero, then we are perfectly willing to take your recommendation - after he does his due service to society for his many crimes."
Toshinori scowled. "He was a petty thief and livestreamer." One a crime, the other simply a poor life choice.
"He was an armed robber who used his Quirk illegally to injure a number of heroes in the line of duty."
"I have thoroughly researched the man before making him the offer, Madam President. Danjuro-san abhors violence and would never willingly injure a person beyond what is strictly necessary. During the course of his career, he never caused a single serious injury. Most of those heroes were back on duty in a few days. If anything, fighting him was advantageous to them."
She furrowed her brow.
"How so?"
" Better they're defeated by a villain who openly loathes violence and would never intentionally cause them lasting harm than one with lethal intent. Better they learn that they need to get stronger after a fight that resulted in wounded pride, rather than a serious or even potentially life ending injury."
"So you believe we should let this pass because of the lesson he provided to our heroes?"
Toshinori had to fight the urge to frown. Our heroes. Like Heroes belonged to them personally.
Either she didn't notice his annoyance, or just as likely, didn't care, the President continued onward. "His behavior and disgusting displays still damaged the pride and prestige of professional heroism. The social institution that it is our duty to guide and protect. Why should we permit him to become your Sidekick, Yagi-san?"
"Because it's not your decision to make," Toshinori replied. He was done.
Her eyes 's narrowed in annoyance, "And if we refuse to accept it?"
"The Face-Heel-Turn Law is a matter of legal statute and predates the Commission's bureaucratic authority. If the Diet believed that your decisions should have influence over the law, then authority over such decisions would have been incorporated into the Commission's charter," he looked her dead in the eyes, "This matter is completely out of your hands, Madam President. I'm here to explain my actions, not justify them."
It was things like this that really tried his patience. He knew that for whatever asinine reason the HPSC would occasionally seek to establish dominance over him. For years they would poke him with petty obnoxious nonsense to try and make sure he remembered who was in charge - and every time they did, it got in the way of actually being a hero.
He'd bet good money that they were the reason that Naomasa had originally bothered him about his paperwork.
"All Might-san, with all due respect." Oh. So he was All Might-san now. "Allowing criminals to get away with their crimes presents a very bad precedent that undermines the fabric of our very society. By allowing this you're letting villains believe they can spit in the very face of the law without consequence."
Oh yes. Because tolerating annoying pranksters, peaceful demonstrators, and petty crooks who never actually hurt anyone would doom their society. Just like how it had turned the United States into a hellish, Post-Apocalyptic wasteland.
Oh.
Wait.
"No," he replied in turn, "What I'm doing is letting those who aren't beyond saving know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And even more, by doing so, the count of villains went down by one and the number of heroes went up by the same. Another hero is always a victory in the end..."
"All Might-san..."
His bangs twitched.
He stood up.
"Excuse me. Someone needs help."
"But we're not..."
"This is more important."
Kazuho took a deep breath as she and Koichi sat down in his apartment. His new apartment. The illegal loft he'd lived in so long hadn't survived the bombing. She remembered blowing it up. She'd actually been worried about where he was going to stay with his home and his stuff all up in ruins. What she hadn't expected was for him to have his own condo... in Might Tower.
It was a bit of a commute to get here from Naruhata but having seen it... the view was amazing. There was absolutely something to be said about having a seventy-second floor apartment in Roppongi. A fully furnished apartment at that. Wasn't the rent on a place like this, under normal circumstances, basically your immortal soul?
"All Might gave you a place like this?" she said, her tone dripping with incredulousness. "I mean, I've heard of fringe benefits, but..."
Seventy-Second Floor. In Roppongi.
He smiled like a moron and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, it's pretty nice isn't it?" he said as if he was just getting a new place to live and not a seventy-second Floor apartment in freaking Roppongi.
"Yeah," she said in a deadpan. "Nice."
Was it too late to ask if she could switch Mentors? She liked Midnight and all, she really did, but this... this was just something else.
Number One Hero, Number One bennies, she guessed. It was downright crazy.
"So, do you want something to drink or maybe something else?" he asked, "I mean, I have tea and beer.. and All Might said I have credit with the stores downstairs as long as I don't overdo it, so if you want a snack I could..."
"Water please," she replied. Due to her Trigger withdrawal, caffeine gave her headaches and the doctor had explicitly told her to stay away from alcohol. They told her it could mess with some of the medicines she was on.
"Okay," he stood up and walked into the full kitchen only to return with a couple bottles of water and some beer from a brand she'd never heard of. "What's that?"
"Oh, this is All Might's favorite," he replied with a smile. "Sir Nighteye told me about it."
So of course he'd start drinking it, the nerd.
He handed her the water with a smile before walking over to the massive TV, because of course the TV was huge, and started fiddling with the computer attached to it. The one that had a window on the side and was lit up like a Shibuya Christmas tree.
She wasn't even going to ask about that one.
"Okay, give me a second and..."
"Okay, I see you!"
The screen flickered as Makoto's image appeared, large enough that Kazuho felt like she could probably look up the woman's nose if she changed angles.
"Hello, senpai," Koichi greeted.
"You can call me Mako-chan now that we're officially a thing," Makoto teased him before looking up and gasping, "Oh, Kazuho-chan..."
"It's gone," Kazuho said with a sigh. "I really don't want to get into it."
"I know, I just..." she sighed. "I heard about your eye but... if there's anything I can do at all..."
"No. Just stop," she sighed. "I don't need help."
Right now she felt like a self-propelled mass of aches and pains due to all the Trigger that they'd had to flush out of her system. They'd given her some drugs to help ease the symptoms, but apparently all they did was dial it down from "living hell" to "your everything hurts". Even her eyes. Including the one she didn't have anymore.
"But-"
Kazuho raised her hand. "Makoto-san..." she paused. She was in a weird three-way with her. Might as well be more intimate, "Mako-chan. I know you want to help somehow, to use your skills to try and find someone to help me, but I already have someone lined up."
The woman smiled with relief. "Really?"
She nodded. "Midnight and All Might know someone, apparently."
"That's a relief," Makoto replied, "So who is it?"
"Didn't ask. I'm meeting her next week." She could only sigh and fall back onto Koichi's ridiculously overstuffed couch. She'd gotten enough of this crap from her parents. She was lucky they hadn't tried to lock her in her room until she was thirty.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Korichi asked, "I mean, why did you want us to talk together like this?"
Over a giant TV like they were all face-to-face rather than over the phone.
"I just wanted to talk about how I see this relationship working," she replied, causing Kazuho to sigh. Great. Here come the conditions. And here she thought this mess might actually work out for a second.
"What do you mean?" Koichi asked.
"Okay, here's how I see it. What you two do when I'm not in Japan?" she said, "That's your business. Though if I'm in Japan, I'd very much appreciate it if I got priority."
Kazuho sat up to protest but was quickly sushed when Makoto raised a hand and asked, "Just hear me out."
She gritted her teeth. "Fine."
"Way I look at it, I'm not in Japan much and you'll have him most of the time, Kazuho-chan, so I think it's just fair that I get as much as we can out of what little time we have together."
Kazuho frowned. Damn it, that was actually some pretty good logic.
"It's not like I plan on cutting you out or anything, if I just show up and you have plans, well, I don't expect you to drop what you're doing, but... I'd like to make the most of things?"
"And if you come back to Japan?" Kazuho asked, "Long term?"
Makoto shrugged. "Not sure. Negotiate it? Days of the week? Rock Paper Scissors?"
"Um?" Koichi raised his hand.
"You don't have to raise your hand, dumbass," Kazuho snapped. Why was she in love with this moron again?"
Kazuho rugged her nose. Love was dumb, that was why. Just confessing it had been hard. But she was glad she was finally with her hero. Even if she had to share.
Would have been nice to keep her damned eye though.
Itched like crazy.
"Oh," he put down his arm, "Just what if I want some me time... or time with the guys?"
"What guys?" Kazuho asked leveily, "You have no friends."
"Um," he scratched the back of his head. "Soga-san asked me to go drinking with them tomorrow and..."
"Koichi-kun," Makto said in a teasing voice, "You have two girlfriends now! You don't get to have private time anymore!"
"Oh," he shrank, "I guess that makes sense..."
Kazuho shook her head. Dummy. "She's joking... but try to let us know first, I guess. So we don't make overlapping plans."
"And if I'm in town we're going to make the most out of every moment, Koichi-kun," Makoto added. "Though we should also let you know if we're going to go hang out with our friends. This isn't about anyone reporting in or anything, just letting each other know we're busy."
Koichi nodded. "Yeah, I guess that's fair."
"You're not going to start telling us what you're up to in America," Kazuho asked, "Are you?"
She shook her head. "No need. I'll give you my available hours if you want to talk though. Most nights I watch movies. Sometimes I do PR stuff. It's all actually pretty boring."
"No afterwork drinking?" Koichi asked.
"Nah, Americans don't really do that like we do," she replied.
Kazuho blinked.
Americans were weird.
"So is this all you wanted to talk about?" Kazuho asked. "Because this all seems pretty obvious to me."
"You'd think," Makoto replied, "But you'd be surprised how out of hand things can get in any relationship, personal or otherwise, if you don't work out at least basic boundaries and expectations first."
Kazuho nodded. This was Makoto the business woman speaking and she knew well that Makoto was really good at that stuff. "I guess that makes sense..."
"But there is one other thing I think we need to talk about. Something important."
"What's that?" Koichi asked.
"Sex."
Koichi choked on his beer while Kazuho turned bright red and began to stammer as she wildly waved her arms as if to ward off evil spirits. "Hold on! Hold on! Hold on a moment! How the hell is that even your business!"
"We're in a three-way relationship now, Kazuho-chan," the catty bitch replied with an insufferable smile. "Your love life is my love life."
She went bright pink. Damn. She kind of had a point.
"W-what do you want to talk about? I mean, related to, um..." Koichi asked with the nervous demeanor of someone being told to walk through a minefield. Which was accurate because he kind of was.
"Sex?"
Kazuho twitched. How could she talk about that so casually?
"Um. Yes?"
She smiled. "I just think you and Kazuho-chan should have sex first."
Sex with Koichi.
Kazuho blushed as her entire body felt like someone had just killed the AC in the middle of July.
"Why?" she squeaked.
"Because you're both virgins," Makoto replied, "And I'm not."
"Um, what makes you think I'm a virgin?" Koichi asked nervously.
Both Kazuho and Makoto just looked at him.
His shoulders slumped. "That obvious?"
"Yes." They said in one voice.
"Oh..."
"So, you're not?" Kazuho shot Makoto a sideways glance.
"Not since the last year of high school," she replied with a light shrug, "I've had a couple boyfriends over the years and, well, there were a couple college parties. But nothing since before I met Koichi-kun though. I was too busy with classes and helping out with Narufest to date, and by the time I was finished I liked him too much to look into other guys."
Huh. Kazuho guessed that was fair.
"But that was three years ago," Koichi replied, "Why did you wait so long to tell me you liked me, Mako-chan?"
"Because I was hoping you and Kazuho-chan would work things out on your own," her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "Next time I go to Japan, I'd very much like to end my dry spell..."
Both Kazuho and Koichi blushed at her implicit statement. Next time she came to Japan, she was going to rock Koichi's world. Full. Stop.
"And you two, left to your own devices, would be worse than pandas," Makoto rolled her eyes.
Koichi blinked. "Aren't pandas extinct?"
"Exactly."
"Oh," Koichi squeaked.
Makoto's smile was positively shark-like. "And that's why I want you two to have sex. Because you're both virgins and I don't think it would be fair for me to step in and deny you two the chance to have your first times together."
Kazuho squeaked as the temperature went up another notch. That was actually kind of sweet. Terribly perverted, but at the same time, actually pretty sweet.
"Um, okay, I guess," Koichi said nervously. "Kazuho-chan and I are going to have to talk about it first, okay?"
She waved it off. "Go right ahead. I just wanted to clear the air and let you know what to expect from me. I'm not going to ask you to do it right now in front of the camera so I can watch or anything."
Kazuho squeaked. She didn't actually just say that, did she.
Makoto winked. "I wouldn't have time tonight anyways, I've got a meeting and I'm already burning the midnight oil as is."
"You're such a bitch!" Kazuho exclaimed, pointing her finger at the screen.
Makoto giggled. "I'm so glad that you're doing better, Kazuho-chan. You really had everyone worried there for a while."
She nodded and glanced over to Koichi. To be honest, if it wasn't for All Might, she'd probably still be in that dark place. He really was the Number One Hero for a reason and not just because he was good at punching. Not that she'd ever admit it to Koichi. She didn't want to encourage him, even if All Might really was awesome.
She closed her eye and sighed. "Once I get my new eye, I'll be a lot better."
Makoto glanced off to the side. "Damn."
"Something wrong?" Koichi asked.
"I have to go in a moment," Makoto said with a sigh, "I have an appointment with the Captain's marketing team tomorrow morning. We're going over some stuff for the summer line."
Summer line?
"But it's barely spring." Kazuho observed.
"Supply chain, Kazuho-chan. Supply chain." she said, "We have to approve the designs to have any adjustments done, then we put them into production, build up stock, make sure everything is to spec, then ship them out... logistics. It's complicated."
Koichi nodded. "I understand. I think. You're doing important work, Mako-chan! Have a good night."
She smiled and chuckled on the screen. "Thanks, you two..." she paused, "But before I go, I'd like to give you both a bit of advice?"
"Oh?"
"I'm sure you both do naughty things in private when you think about each other..." she winked. "I want you to tell each other what naughty things you do. It'll help get you over your fears. Don't be pandas now!"
Kazuho squeaked as the screen went dead.
Oh that bitch...
"So, how do you want to start this," Koichi asked, smiling like an idiot as he nervously rubbed the back of his head.
She frowned. "You know, we don't have to do this because Makoto-san tells us too..."
He blushed. "But she's kind of right. Even if we don't, um, you know... we should still be honest with each other? Right? Because I don't want to rush you and..."
"Koichi," she snapped, "Stop being an idiot!"
She took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was about to say this out loud. "I-I've had a crush on you for a long time. Since I was old enough to know what a crush was. You were the hero who showed up out of nowhere and saved me. I constructed all sorts of fantasies about that, you know. That you'd become some great hero and swoop in and wisk me away like a princess..."
His eyes went wide. "Pop-chan, I..."
"And then I met you..." she glanced at him. "And I found out you were an idiot loser."
His head bowed. "Oh. Sorry."
"But then I got to know you... and found out that while you might be an idiot loser, you're also a really great guy and I got a whole new crush on you. And have had it for years. So it's not a rush."
Personally, she blamed his mother. She was kind of a bitch.
He blushed. "Um, thanks?"
She took a deep breath. Now to admit the really hard part. Her face turned completely crimson as she prepared to confess.
She was only going to say it once.
"Iusedtotouchmyselfwearingyourhoodie!"
"W-what?"
Fucking moron.
"I..." she swallowed as the heat in her cheeks grew so great she felt she was going to get dizzy. "I used to... you know.. .while... wearing the hoodie you left me..."
He blinked. "Oh, so that's why it smelled..."
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, you idiot!" she screeched out.
"... so much like you."
You... you...!
"So what shit did you used to do!" she snapped, "I bet you used to jerk off to pictures of my butt or something! Pervert!"
He lowered his head in shame. "Only a couple times..."
She looked up and then smacked him up the side of the head. "I was kidding you pervert! I can't believe you actually did that!"
"But you have a really nice butt, the wifi was down, and all I had was my phone!"
She hit him harder and kept hitting him "Why the hell do you have pictures of my butt on your phone!"
"It was the shots you had me take for your promo poster!" he cried out as he desperately covered his face.
She paused for a second. "Wait..." she lowered herself down, nose to nose with him, her eye narrowing to a slit. "How do you know what I smell like..."
"You leave your clothes here all the time?"
"Did you ever do anything dirty with my clothes?"
He blushed. "Um, I might have kind of accidentally..."
"Accidently what?"
"...Sniffed a pair of your panties?" he raised his arms defensively, "But only once and I felt really bad about it afterwards!"
"How do you accidentally do that!?" she screamed
"I wasn't thinking!"
She was going to fucking kill this pervert!
She moved to throttle him, her hands extended, prepared to grab him by the collar and shake the perverted idiot out of him, but she'd already been half over him already, and as he scrambled away, his leg struck her knee, causing her to slip. She fell forward and on top of him, but he moved to catch her as her hands moved to catch herself.
The resulting tumble left them face to face on the ground, their noses milimeters from touching, looking into each other's eyes as they lay on the ground. The only sound present being the sound of their own breathing as they looked at each other.
She didn't know who moved first, if she'd moved at all, or if it had been all her all along, but they met in a kiss.
Her first kiss.
It was a mad, passionate thing, as their hands started to wander, exploring the other's bodies.
It felt good. His hands wandering over her body as she pulled open his hoodie and felt him in turn, enjoying herself in the taste of his lips and his masculine scent. He might look like a skinny dweeb, but he worked hard to be a hero, even if he hadn't been a legitimate one, the years as a vigilante making him strong and fit.
She moaned as his hands went under her shirt, rubbing her petite but perky, perfectly shaped breasts. However it was when his hand started going south that she pulled away.
"Stop."
It took him a moment to process what she'd said, but the moment that it did, he broke contact as if he had touched a hot stove.
"Kazuho-chan?" he asked nervously as he pulled away.
Apparently during their ministrations he'd ended up rolling on top of her.
She honestly hadn't noticed.
She closed her eye. "Not like this..." she whispered as she lowered her head, "Not when I'm like this."
She wasn't complete. Not without her eye. With her body aching in parts she didn't know she had. She was a mess. She was a maimed, broken thing.
She... she felt ugly.
"Is it your eye?" he asked.
She bit her lip and nodded.
He paused for a moment and gently kissed her lips.
"I don't care. I wouldn't even if you weren't getting it back. You'll always be Pop-chan, no matter what."
Tears came to her eye as she was struck by a wave of emotion, as if she'd been punched in the gut.
She launched forward, ramming her tongue down his threat with an aggression she hadn't even know she could possess, causing him to flounder and fall back.
"Koichi-kun," she whispered, her voice as low and husky as she could manage.
"Y-yes?
"I want you to make me feel good."
Once it's finished I'm going to be putting a love scene on the QQ and AO3. It's against TOS on FFN so you'll have to go there to check once it's ready.