On a Technicality.
Ibara grabs a lot of bags. Shoving clothes into them and maybe a few extra things. I check my sword. It's ready. Nice and sharp. The morning sun was streaming into my room. It's early. The amber beams matching with my hair.
Ibara smiles, kissing me quickly on the lips, her arms looping around my neck loosely, "Morning, darling!" She exclaims. I can't stop my cheeks going hot. Because Ibara always flusters me! She giggles and there's a knock at the door.
"Hey! You two ready?" Dad asks, "Cause Tekka might wake up and go ballistic and I know you two gotta go to the school to get on the busses."
"What does he mean by… ballistic?" Ibara asks. Looking rather confused so I decide to illuminate her.
"My mom… well… she's notoriously overly attached,"
"HWAAAAHHHHH! MY BABY BOYYYYYY!"
"Tekka, it's just Kyojuro seeing Santa…"
"STILL! MY BABY BOYYYY!" That was the reason why Mom is banned from Wookies. Mostly because she scared even the Mall Santa.
"But I'm overly attached too!" Ibara whines a little. I smile and grab her cheeks, smushing her face.
"Yeah! But you're so cute~!" She groans a little but then she slides a vine right into my pants. I jerk away and that makes me back off from her cheeks.
"H-hey! Cut it out!" I squeak. She grabs my wrists gently. Her smile serene but a red fire stoked in her eyes. She kisses me on the lips. Her perfect body pressing against me. She moans a little. I find it so hard to resist her.
I steel myself, ignoring my personal desires. Ibara pulls back but she's not done. She sneaks her hand onto my zipper, kneeling and looking at the tent in my boxers.
"Oh goodness!" She exclaims, "Shall I handle this before we depart?" she asks. I inch back.
"N-no… I can wait." I say. Zipping my pants back up and getting on my haori. Getting on my backpack. Ibara rises and smiles, joining me.
"You owe me." She says softly in my ear. Shivers shake down my spine. Knowing there's no way out. Especially if we share a room. I hope that the bedroom and baths were gendered. So I could stay out of her way.
I mean, they definitely are. Right? I hope so because that's not really nice. We got out of my room and my dad got us out of the house before Mom could catch us. We get into the car and we drive off towards the school. Ibara grabs my hand and glances at me with her slightly crimson eyes. She smiles at me, gently rubbing my hand with her thumb.
She wears her uniform shirt and skirt. With her shoes too. Her vines wind around my arm. Ibara leans her head against my shoulder. I don't stiffen but I let her lay on me a little. She closes her eyes.
Her soft breath sounds and her chest rises and falls gently. She looks so peaceful sleeping. Soon we make it to UA. She slowly wakes up, her eyes opening and slowly got out of the car, grabbing our bags and we join the others.
I check my sword, unsheathing it and studying my blade. There were cracks and I steadily sheathe it. Still trying to think about how to save it or repair it. Because my sword is one of a kind. A support item that has been in my family for generations.
The material of the blade is rare. Everything else was normal. Of course finding a smith able to have access to the metal is even rarer than that. So once it's gone it's gone. I touch the pommel of my hilt gently.
"Hey, Kyojuro! You ready to go?" Kendo asks, smiling. I nod and Ibara nods too. The others are all ready to get into the bus and get to the next stage of things. Not before Monoma takes another shot at the other class.
"Well! Look at you guys! We had everyone pass! Even our president and our reside- Ohh!" he fell to the ground because of a well timed chop from Kendo. She catches him with a bit of a fond smile on her face.
Either that or a forced one. She faces the other class.
"Sorry about that! He's just got some stupid rivalry with your class!" Kendo apologized while carrying a passed out Monoma on the back of the collar of his shirt. I see Shoto off to the side and give him a little wave.
He smiles a little. A nod sent back my way.
Ibara looks over at him, "Kyojuro, you two are friends now?" she asks, her hair billowing slightly and her reddish green eyes glaring at him. She winds her arms around one of mine and practically drags me onto the bus.
Sitting me down and quickly pressing herself against me. Ibara glares at everyone who gets on. Shishida and Manga both sit near me. They bring some of my Vagabond manga with them. Ibara and I sit near the back and they settle nearby.
"Mr. Kaenshita. I enjoyed the manga!" Shishida exclaims. Manga forms a Yeah in his head and they try to give them back to me but Ibara glares at them.
"Give them back to him when we are not around each other." She snarls. I look at her with shock in my eyes. Or at least I think it would be shock. I've never seen her like this before. She snatches the manga from them and sits next to me with the serene and bubbly smile back on her face.
The strangest thing about it all is that she's acting absolutely normal right after the outbursts. Everyone seems concerned like me so I'm not alone in finding it odd. The bus ride is long but not too long. Were going out into practically the middle of nowhere to a training camp owned by the Wild Wild Pussycats. A hero team that does rescues and combat work. Just to improve our quirks and hone them to be fine weapons.
The last thing we need is some kind of wrench to be thrown into this because 1A seems to be the villain magnets of the two classes. Considering the odd quirk Midoriya has, the fact that my cousin Shoto is the son of the number two to ranking hero, and the final fact of the matter being that there wasn't much more to be said or done about that.
There are murmurings of a traitor in the classes too. Even ours. Seeing as it's too early to tell, the only thing we have is the evacuation and the USJ attack. The only thing I can think of is that one of the students in UA is a traitor. If it was one of the teachers then how could they get in without extensive background checks?
So it had to be a student. If so, which one? My theory is that it would be someone who oddly enough is the one we all least expect. Now naturally someone would go with the girl named Hagakure in 1A and maybe Shinai in our class.
But my hunch is telling me that the someone who will sell us out is in 1A and has a similar quirk to Midoriya's. Of course its something to occupy my time on our ride there but if something goes sideways I'm finding the fucker and beating the shit out of him.
But first things first is the matter of Ibara. Whatever is the matter with her would certainly change things. Could she control it in a combat situation? The bus slows down and we all get our stuff and get off. The mountain trails stretch far into the woods and somewhere in the distance in the camp.
Around us there's noises of battle and all that. I feel the electric tingles of battle thrumming
through me.
"Man. They've already started…" Tetsutetsu sighs.
"That's right. Mr. Aizawa never stops, but this isn't a fun break. This is to improve your quirks," Vlad responds to Tetsu.
I hear a few groans and maybe a few pouts but it's understandable. We move towards the camp with me and Kendo leading the way with Ibara between us. She's clinging to my arm and I ignore how strange it is.
Yet still I can't. The feeling that she's so territorial is strange to me. Emerging from the woods we come to a bunch of women and one guy. All in colorful matching gear that has catlike designs. Dad would be going gaga over how TOKUSENTAI they looked.
All they need is a cheery theme song and explosions and they're the real deal. The leader seems to be the one in magenta. She smiles and her dark eyes seem to shine at seeing us.
"Good Evening, Class 1-B." She says, her voice steady and assured, "It's a purrfectly beautiful day, isn't it?" she asks, with the blue one interjecting.
"Yeah! It is, Mandalay! Let's get down to business, kittens! Our Camp here is meant to hone your quirks like kitties and their claws!" The blond haired and blue-dressed Cat said. She sizes us all up with her wide blue eyes. A coy smile on her face and I just look at the other two.
There's a rather loopy looking one with a big smile on her face, seemingly bobbing around and doing a headcount. With the big guy following her with a clipboard. The blue one scans us guys and Ibara visibly tenses.
"Wow! What a handsome litter of boys this year!" Blue exclaims, "I wouldn't mind having a little one-on-one action with a few of them!" At this rate I wouldn't be surprised if Ibara were to go off at that.
"Excuse me?!" Ibara blurts, grabbing my hand and yanking me closer to her, "This one is taken!" she said it in harsh German, making everyone giggle and snicker. Miss Blue raises an eyebrow.
"Oooh! We have a romance here, Cats!" The Loopy one in yellow exclaims, getting in our faces. "So which one of you confessed?! How exciting!"
I flinch and Ibara takes over the conversation, "It's none of your business, miss." She says.
"Well… only one thing to do then… go get settled! But for you two lovebirds we have something special!" I just remember their names with Ragdoll excitedly leading us toward a serrated cabin from the others with its own hot spring.
"Wait hang on!" I yell, "Why are we away from the others?! Did you guys just have this?!"
"Yeah! Just so you kittens can get it out of your system!" Ragdoll exclaims, "Believe me, once we had to deal with Pixie Bob being distracted so much that we just kind of made this."
"So after dinner you two come here and slee, okay?"
"And other things I imagine." I say.
"Bingo!" Ragdoll exclaims, "Have fun~!"
I sink onto the floor with a heavy sigh "Gimme a break…" I huff softly. Ibara is calmly unpacking our things and humming a little hymn. She always absorbs herself in busywork. No matter what it is.
She's been acting weird this entire day. And now that we're settled in from our long hike. About around dinnertime and the others all stare at us.
"Hey dude. You okay?" Tetsutetsu wonders, "I know Ibara's been a little kooky today."
I grab his shoulder, "Kooky doesn't even begin to cover what the hell she's been acting like!" I hiss. I ladle the curry into my bowl and eat, not even bothering to say Tasty. Mostly because I'm looking right at her and she looks uncomfortable.
She squirms a little with her vines trying to get to me. I just get to my feet and grab her, leading her off towards our cabin.
Ibara is squirming. Crimson eyes aglow and her breath heavy. Her hands clench each other and I reach out to her. She looks down at my hand on her shoulder. She doesn't look good. It's almost like she's holding something in and I want to relieve her.
"Ibby?" I ask. "What's wrong?"
She shivers as I squeeze her shoulder. Her eyes closing and a barely contained whine comes out of her lips. She tenses and squeezes her hands together.
"Nothing, my love, nothing," she denies, her vines billowing around. We shared a room because the Cats insisted. Not because I did. Not that I mind but she's been acting weird lately. The bus with her snapping at Shishida and Manga for giving me back some manga I let them borrow, her clinginess with me, and the fact her eyes are still red.
Not only that but that yelling in German really took me aback.
Something isn't right. Ibara is normally gentle and sweet, never hurts a fly. Or well, before the whole finding out your adorable girlfriend is a German Superwoman on her dad's side of the family.
"Come on, like that'll stop me from worrying…" I sigh. "You can trust me, we've been through hell and back together so we can get through this," I feel a grin as she sits down on the floor and opens her eyes.
They smolder red and I focus myself, she reaches over and grabs my hand, twining it with hers. She gently pulls me close. Her lips melding with mine. I don't know what's happening. But… but I said I'd help her.
She yanks herself back, "D-darling! No. No…" she shakes her head, "If… if I give in… my dream will be over. It's an odd thing with my father's side."
"What?" I ask, "A high sex drive?"
Ibara nods, her eyes filling with tears, "Mostly because of my grandfather overlooking the fact that wrath can extend to… sexual activity… I just don't want to hurt you! Not like last time!"
I chuff a little, "Heh. Ibby… don't worry. I'm tough. I can take it."
She sniffles, hugging me suddenly and burying her face into my chest. Heavy sobbing coming from her, "But… but I… I love you." She burbles, "You've seen me like that before. How are you not running away screaming like all the others?"
"I'm crazy, I smile all the time, I set my own sword and body on fire just to fight, and well… you fit with me." I say, kissing her on the forehead, "So don't cry, okay? I love you so much it hurts."
Ibara blushes and curls into my arms, "Kyojuro… I want to… to make… make love. If… if that is okay with you. To… to release this tension I feel."
"Are you sure it's gonna fix this?" I ask. "Or is this just the Wrath talking?"
Ibara just kisses me. Her hand sliding into my hair. She moves back but her hand works on my pants, unzipping them. She smiles and lays down on the floor, kissing my hardening cock. Her tongue lathers it gently.
She's looking right at me, her lips gently on the tip of my dick, slowly sucking it. Looking up at me with a gleam in her eye.
"Nnnh…" I groan. "Good… good girl…"
She closes her eyes, sucking harder as I cover my mouth with my hand, "He-hey! F-fuck…" I groan. Seeing her devour it is… strangely adorable. She's so diligent and gentle with it. Then… in one swift motion…
She's deepthroating it. "Mm… Mmh…" she moans. I feel like I'm kind of floating. I grab her head and vines flood over my arm. I thrust viciously into her. Wanting to release. To give her a reward. I grunt and feel it gushing into her.
She pulls back and swallows. Her breath is heavy and she's drooling a little. I lay there in a haze almost. Ibara removes her clothes, folding them neatly and slowly undoing her bra and panties. Her crimson eyes smolder gently, a slightly twisted smile gleams on her face.
"This is… very unholy." I swallow down my fear with that but she leans down, the slight rustle of vines whistles throughout the room as her warm, gentle breeze of a voice says…
"But God told Adam and Eve to be fruitful and multiply… and you did say you wanted to marry me, so that constitutes as being sanctioned by God, because I am already yours." she's inches from my face, "So. My dear Kyojuro, we're doing this on a technicality."
"T-Technic…" I mumble, suddenly getting inside her, her vines wreathing me softly. The affection and gentle motions were calculated. She holds my hands, her breasts bouncing, the feeling of her body perfect against mine is nothing more than heaven.
Her vines binding me as close as I can to her. To the indescribable joy. This is what it feels like. Kissing her and silencing our moaning. Our pace was gently increasing. I move my hands to grab her, she lets out a loud laugh and I finish inside, calmly pulling out.
"No…" she moans, "Stay inside me…" she pulls me close with her vines. Back inside again. I swear nobody is hearing this. But I got a very few suspicions.
Something tells me this is just the beginning. After two hours of it I've had enough. She shows no sign of slowing down. She's just about covered in it. I shakily smack my hand on the floor.
"I'm tapping out…" I groan, "I need my sleep… Ibara, honey, please stop…" I gently shove her away and crawl towards my futon to finally have an even sweeter release. Because a guy can only take so much loving. Given that this is our first night here, maybe the pussycats giving us our own room is a mistake.
"I didn't say we were done." Ibara says, looming over me, "Get back here right now."
"No! No, I'm done." I say calmly. "I'm done." she crosses her arms.
"Kyojuro. Now." she orders, "Don't make me force you."
I flinch away from her, grabbing my sword on the way back, my heart going into my stomach. My weak legs are kicking at the floor. Her tone… it was like she would do it. Ibara menaces over me, her eyes burning into my soul, but just before she could do something to me she halts.
"Oh… oh Kyojuro…" her eyes turn back to normal, her vines go to their usual length, she looks at my bruised and sore body. Gently kneeling, she grabs my hand, squeezing it on her own. She silently gets out her futon and sets it up far away from me.
I hear sniffling. Crying. She didn't hurt me too badly. She scares me sometimes and that time was no exception. I roll over and flop down, hearing her sobbing. It hurts. A lot. A ton. No matter what I could do she would always make it her fault…
Like me.
Mom being depressed? Must be my fault.
Dad staying late at shoots? Must be my fault.
Ibara and I fit. We both think things are all our fault. But this… this was on both of us.