Osaka's downpour is fresh and just cold enough to be lulling without getting her all drowsy. Man-made lightening flickers before her heavy lids, verdant and vivid, it distills any peace the rain may have brought.
Deku's here.
It's both relieving and insulting. She'd handled the little altercation with the spidery pickpocket and returned all the stolen goods back to their owners. While she would've appreciated his help a little earlier, she didn't actually need it.
Still, some part of her isn't too proud to admit that she's glad he's here.
He hasn't made himself known yet, but she's pretty sure he's standing idly, waiting for her to drop her impenetrable guard.
Instead of chasing after him, she lets him come to her. She crawls onto a nearby apartment complex and promptly slips off the drizzling window. Before she even realizes she's falling, there he is, quick as a cat—no, quicker. Cloaking her with two worn gloves and the cool glint of his mouth guard, he floats them both to the safety of an empty alley.
He lands on one knee but keeps holding onto her, as if she's been saved.
The boy who'd broken every bone in his fifteen year old fist wraps his fingers around his classmate. She gets nostalgic just thinking of his hands. "Quick as a bunny," she decides, tugging off the ears of his hoody. His hair's drenched underneath it. She brushes the sopped curls back to see him better.
Two impossibly green eyes stare back. She'd never seen a color like theirs until she'd visited the diamond district and saw that same glint on a pair of imperial jade earrings. She's never been into fine jewelry, and needles make her uncomfortable, but she thinks she'd have gone three million yen in debt and pierced her ears right then just to have some semblance of Deku on her.
He nods, cheeks scrunching when he smiles slightly. "That's me."
Tsuyu blinks back at him. He's gradually become more confident of himself. Sometimes, when she's watching him on the news, she can't recognize him. She wonders if the boy she'd flustered back in high school still exists somewhere under all the kevlar and accolades.
She keeps her face blank as a sheet when she leans in to ask, "You fuck like one too?"
Deku's face twitches, but he doesn't freak out. The only indication she has of his embarrassment would be the crimson flush blooming up under his green eyes. In a flash—quicker than before, he backs them up until his back's against the wall.
"You tell me," he says, grabbing a handful of her ass and hauling her into his lap.
She lets him undress her. Takes this time to study his reactions, the purse of his lip when he unhooks her soaked bra, the way his eyes gloss over at her rain-pebbled nipples, the way his tongue darts out to get a taste.
The shower is still rushing over them, a bit colder than before, so she gets closer to his hot mouth, crowding over his body heat in a desperate attempt to stay warm, to stay awake.
"Deku," she sighs as his lips latch over her pert nipple. Both his eyes are closed now, fixed and focused on pleasure. His blunt front teeth slightly scrape her, but it feels good more than anything. Besides, it's probably the only foreplay she'll get on a busy evening like today.
"Tsuyu," he breathes, switching over to her left tit. She presses his face closer to her chest so he can feel her speeding pulse thump into his mouth. Deku glides his gloved hands down her back and slips off her suit.
She bites her own gloves off and uses her bare hands to unbuckle his belt, slide into his briefs, and push away the cup to feel his hard on. There's a dab of precum on the tip that she smudges around her fingers. He moans around her nipple before opening his lips further around the areola, trying to suck more of her boob into his hungry mouth.
Her hands squeeze him, trying to pump him between their laps before he pulls off with a wet slurp. There's a string of drool connecting his lips to her chest that she uses to coat her right hand with and lube him up with. She sticks her tongue out and coils it just around the head, watching it glow bright with blood.
He throws his head back to moan again, throaty this time. He looks so cute from this angle. She'd love to ride his face, but they don't have time for that right now— they don't even have time for this right now. She rolls her suit down, past the swell of her hips and squats over his lap.
"You ready?" she asks.
His Adam's apple bobs as he glances down at her. "Are you?"
She likes how considerate he always is but hates how hasty it makes her. "I asked you first."
Luckily, he's just as rash as she is. "Ready when you are."
"I'm ready," she says, edging the tip around her slit.
He grunts when she coats his shaft between her folds. "Then so am I."
"You sure?" she bites her lip, trying to keep herself from giggling.
Just when she thinks he's gonna sit there and take another painstaking minute of this, Deku shoves her off and bends her over the filthy corner. "Are you?" he asks, spreading her open with two fingers before pushing into her raw. Her core clenches at first from the surprise, but eases enough to slip him in.
"Ohhh," she rasps, limbs melting, knees bucking, palms sliding down the bricks to brace herself on the floor as he sinks himself deeper inside of her.
"Well?" he asks, refusing to start until she gives the okay.
Saliva leaks out of her gasping mouth. "Ready Freddy," she mumbles, folding her arms so she can rest her head on them.
Wary of the time they already wasted, Deku gets right to work. She's glad everyone's safely inside their home so they don't have to hear her moan his full name as he fucks himself into her gummy walls. She can feel the scar tissue on his thumb as he rubs her clit in cyclic spirals. If she knew how rough he could get, she would've teased him ages ago.
Before she can lose herself to the pressure building deep inside, she feels his other hand reach over the crown of her head. She wonders what he's doing before he yanks her skull back, spine bending to witness a scarred fistful of her oil slick hair and two tar black eyes staring beadily at his own green gaze, brilliant still despite the dark of the alley.
Rain drips into her open mouth. She suddenly forgets to breathe, forgets to do anything except maintain eye contact with him. Finally, Tsu has the presence of mind to reach her own hand down and helps him break her off. He lasts two strokes before his whole pupil threatens to swallow the green of his iris as he pulls out and comes on her back.
As soon as his hot ropes slide against her skin, she knows she's down for the count. The rain helps wash away their sweat and slick, but leaves her insides warm and murky. Again, she's glad everyone's safely inside their home.
"Deku," she sighs, curling into a ball. It takes all her might to not slip into hibernation as he pulls her suit back gently over her body.
From the tiny slit of her eyes, she watches him dress himself with a familiar smile. "That's me."