Author's Note: Here's part 2 as promised. I didn't want to hang on to it too much longer since it's a continuation of the not only the last chapter but the same day. Hope you like it! Thank you for reading!
Takara stood on the curb at the same place where Katsuki had dropped her off earlier that day. The orchestra had finished rehearsal early, around four thirty. rather than the five o'clock she had told him. Instead of calling him or texting him to come early, she took the extra time to rehearse alone, to think and relax, before packing up and coming outside.
"Have you been waiting long?" Katsuki asked her after jumping out of the driver's seat to retrieve her cello.
"No. Not long," she replied, standing beside the passenger's door for him to open it.
"You really are a princess, aren't you?"he scoffed, only slightly irritated.
He opened the door but stood in her way, blocking her entry into the vehicle.
"What is it?' she asked, looking him the eye. He wasn't angry so what could be wrong?
"About what you said earlier..." His eyes lowered from hers to gaze at his feet. He scrubbed the toe of his sneaker across a crack in the sidewalk.
Even though she had a good idea of exactly which statement he was referring to, she cagily returned, "I said a lot of things earlier. To which are you - "
"You know damn good and well to which I'm referring!" he shouted loud enough to make her jump and take a step back from him. He reached out, taking her hand in his, "I'm sorry. I'm just...I suck at these kinds of things. Feelings and all that crap."
"That's why I said you don't have to say anything in return. Don't say it until you're ready. Until you really mean it," she said, wishing she had an escape route. Not only was he standing in front of her, he held onto her wrist securely keeping her from going backward any further.
"But I do. I do want to say it. I just...can't."
"That's okay. Actions speak louder than words. Barely louder in your case since you're always yelling but still..." Her words drifted away when he not only smiled but issued a small chuckle.
To see him smile was like seeing a rainbow after the rain. Her heart felt light and airy, ready to float right out of her chest and go straight to cloud nine.
Katsuki sidled to the right to get out of the way but did not let go of her hand as he assisted her with getting into the car. After she sat down, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips.
"I do like you, Mi Cara," he said, his lips hovering in front of hers.
"A lot?" she asked with a goofy simper.
"A lotta lot," he confirmed before kissing her again but partly on the teeth because her stupid grin was so big. "We gotta get you home. You have a date to get ready for."
Takara waited for him to load her cello. As soon as his behind touched the seat she asked him the question that had been burning in her mind since he mentioned it.
"What's my surprise?" she asked, craning her neck to look in the back seat.
"Your surprise? I never said the surprise is for you. What makes you think it's for you?" he inquired in return. The lilt in his voice gave it away that it actually is for her.
"Where is it?"
"So impatient. You're going to have to wait. You're not getting it today. Or tomorrow."
"Sunday?"
"You're already getting a surprise lunch Sunday. Isn't that enough? So greedy. You'll get your surprise when the time is right."
"Fine, fine," Takara muttered, staring out of the side window to avoid even so much as an accidental glance in his direction.
"Seriously? Are you pouting?" Katsuki demanded irritably.
"Do you have any idea what I should be prepared for at dinner tonight?" she questioned him to change the subject.
"Well, if it's who I think it is, be prepared for junk food at an amusement park."
"I was expecting some fancy restaurant. Suit and tie, little black dress. I can deal with fast food and roller coasters. Sounds fun."
"Takara? Are you ready?" Izuku called down the hallway. "We're meeting them there."
"I need a wardrobe check. Am I dressed appropriately?" she asked, coming out of her room.
Takara walked into the living room, doing a little spin. She chose dark blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, her low top black converse sneakers with no socks, and Izuku's red hoodie.
"Perfect," he replied, rising from the couch. "Kacchan must of warned you where we would most likely be going."
"Yep," she confirmed, swinging her tiny purse over her head and positioning the extra long strap across her chest between her breasts. "Where is Katsuki? I thought he'd see us off."
"It's seven thirty. Where do you think?"
"Can I give him a good night kiss?"
"Sure."
Izuku followed her out of her door and through their door. They could hear the water running in the bathroom. The door was open so she boldly walked down the hall and stood there while he brushed his teeth to get ready for bed.
"You know," Katsuki began, wiping his mouth with a towel after rinsing and spitting, "I'm beginning the think we all might be a little too comfortable with each other."
"You can never be too comfortable with someone," she said, tilting her head back to look up at him when he stood toe to toe with her.
"Maybe you're right," he agreed, pressing his forefinger against her chest between her breasts to push her backwards into the hall. "Why are you here? You two should be on your way to a fun filled evening of swirling and hurling."
"I can hardly wait when you put it that way," she laughed, following him into his room.
His bedroom was immaculate. Minimalist, neat and clean, a place for everything and everything in its place. It almost looked like a dorm room with the sparse furnishings of a twin sized platform bed, a chest of drawers, a desk, and a black desk chair. A shelf with a few random knick knacks hung above the head of his bed.
"You sure didn't stay out long with Kirishima and Kaminari." She stood in the middle of the room turning in a circle.
"We shot a few games of pool. Had a few beers. A few laughs." Katsuki plopped down on the overstuffed black down comforter on his bed.
"You actually laughed?"
He grunted in reaction to her snarky comment but said nothing. "Did you come to tuck me in?"
"Will a good night kiss do?"
Katsuki shrugged. "I don't care."
Takara put her hands behind her back as she walked toward the bed. He sat there, shirtless, wearing only a pair of orange basketball shorts. The fingers of her left hand grasped her right wrist to keep her from touching his tanned skin that looked so warm and soft. How she would love to caress those extremely well-built pecs or trace the flawless and hard lined six pack on his abdomen.
She leaned down, puckering her lips to place a kiss on his forehead.
"That's it?" he asked when she straightened up.
"Now who's being greedy?"
She lowered lips, pressing them squarely to his. She allowed them to linger, keeping the pressure light and relishing the exhilirating sensation of the intimate and affectionate contact.
"Goodnight, Bakugo Katsuki," she whispered, kissing the tip of his nose before standing tall.
"Have fun," he said, tucking himself in.
Takara flipped off the light on her way out of the room. Izuku patiently waited for her by the door. He smiled as she took him by the hand.
"Shall we go?" she suggested.
"Uh huh," he agreed.
"So where are we going?"
"The Boardwalk. It's like a miniature amusement park by the ocean."
After they got in her car, Izuku directed her on how to get there. They arrived at exactly eight o' clock but still had a long walk despite the parking lot being half empty. They ran, hand in hand while laughing like little kids, toward the front gate.
The two people waiting at the turnstiles had to be Izuku's friends. A tall, wide man with blond hair and oval sapphire blue eyes stood beside a short teenage girl of about sixteen with grayish blue hair in a chin length bob, scarlet eyes, and a small horn on the right side of her forehead.
"Midorya! Hey, Midoriya!" yelled the blonde man waving his beefy arm as if they could not see him. With muscles on par to All Might's at the height of his career, this guy would be hard to miss.
The cute girl with huge eyes offered a shy wave. "Hi!"
"Takara Otani, this is Mirio Togata and Eri. Guys, this is Takara," Izuku introduced them.
"Your girlfriend?" Mirio asked. Without waiting for an answer, he surged forward enveloping her in a back breaking hug. "Oh, it's so nice to meet your girlfriend, Midoriya."
He picked her up and swung her around before setting her back down on her feet.
"She's so pretty too!" he exclaimed exhuberantly.
"Good lord," she murmured, swaying slightly as dizziness washed over her. "Is he always like this?"
"Always," Izuku said, smiling broadly at her.
"Hey, come on!" Mirio yelled, grabbing her hand and charging toward the turnstiles. "Let's go have some fun!"
"Hi, Izuku," Eri greeted him , as soft spoken and sweet as ever. She hugged him gently. "Your girlfriend seems nice."
"She is. I'll try to make sure you get a chance to properly say hello before Mirio drags her all over the park and wears her out too much."
"Where do you think they went?" Eri asked, dropping her token into the slot and pushing through the turnstile.
"What's the biggest, scariest ride here?" Izuku pondered aloud, scanning the garishly lit rides which encompassed a relatively small area. "At least they couldn't have gone far."
"There," she said, pointing toward the old-fashioned, rickety looking wooden roller coaster.
"That has to be it. I guess part of the scare factor is that it might fall down at any minute," he said, only half joking, as they walked toward the clacking coaster.
The screams of the passengers could barely be heard over the god-awful sound of metal clanking. Yep, that sounds safe.
"At least we're with two heroes who can save us." She threaded her arm through his as they walked toward the line where Mirio and Takara were already waiting. "You'll always be my hero. Thank you."
Izuku blushed deeply.
"You don't have to keep thanking me. I just wish...I just wish there were a few things I could change. If I had done something sooner...maybe - "
"Yeah," she interrupted him, "you need to stop doing that too. Everything worked out fine."
Mirio talked fast and loud as usual, making a spectacle of himself by waving his arms a lot and spinning in circles as he told Takara some wild anecdote no doubt. Takara laughed which made Izuku smile.
"You love her, don't you?" Eri asked, squeezing his arm.
"Is it that obvious?" he inquired, casting a glance at her which made his blush deepen when he noticed the intense way Eri studied his face.
"You've never been able to hide your emotions very well. I'm glad for you. Thank you for the tickets to the charity event tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it."
"Hey, guys! Come on! It's our turn next!" Mirio hollered at them as they moved up to the head of the line for the next cart.
Mirio Togata was a ball of movement and noise. He never stopped moving or talking even when on the rides. He told terrible Dad jokes and spouted awful one liners at random.
While waiting in line for the swing ride he told her the story of his first sparring match with Izuku's class complete with sound effects and somewhat restrained reenactments of certain moves.
Miro coddled Eri and kept her under close watch at all times unless she was being guarded by Izuku. They were like two over-protective dads which she found incredibly endearing.
Takara's mind inadvertently strayed to ponderings of what kind of father Izuku would be. He was pretty darn impressive so far considering how he interacted with the children at the hospital and with a teenaged Eri here.
Later, in between bites of his corndog, Mirio relayed their epic battle with the Shie Hassaikai when they saved Eri from the abusive clutches of Kai Chisaki. Takara remembered reading articles about that event. He told her about losing his quirk and restoring it a few years later with the help of Eri when she learned to control her quirk.
Over dessert he admitted their first failure to save Eri. When relaying the story, Takara noticed the way Eri held both Mirio and Izuku's hands as if reminding them everything was okay and she was okay because of them.
Listening to Mirio made her want to believe the good guys always won in the end. There would always be a happy ending.
On the ferris wheel, Takara and Izuku were awarded a minute together because the bucket type seats only allowed for two passengers. They never said a word to each other.
They relished the tranquil moment with a relative degree of silence. They held hands and enjoyed the delightful view of the entire park and the black water of the ocean extending beyond the wooden boardwalk lining the edge of the park.
When the were stuck at the top as passengers were being let off at the bottom, they shared a kiss. What a perfect night.
By the time the evening ended and they said their good-byes at the gate, Takara was completely exhausted. She leaned heavily on Izuku, laying her head on his shoulders as she forced one foot to move in front of the other back to her car.
"You're going to have to drive. I just...can't," she exhaled wearily.
"He's a lot isn't he?"
"Yeah. But I like him. When we plan do something with him, remind me to take a nap before. I wish I could have talked to Eri a little more. She's so quiet and cute. I would like to spend some time with her. Think she would like to have a girl's day out?"
"I think she would like that. Did you have fun?" he asked, opening her door for her.
"I had a blast! And I'm so relieved I did not puke once. I must admit I came close a few times," she confessed, pressing her hand to her belly which presently felt a twinge of queasiness.
Between the cheeseburger, the chili cheese fries, the crepe cone, and three kinds of taiyaki combined with all of the herky-jerky rides it was an epic feat for her to not vomit. Her tummy gurgled ominously. Hopefully she did not speak too soon.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, holding onto her arm as she wobbled uncertainly.
"I think so. Let's go home...quickly," she said, sitting down in the seat.
A few times she was tempted to ask him to pull over when the nausea would rise until she was sure she would be sick. Then the urge to vomit would slowly subside. She feared Katsuki would be right about the swirling and hurling.
Once Izuku pulled into the apartment complex parking lot, Takara knew it was over. She was barely been able to wait until the vehicle came to a complete stop before opening the door and launching herself from the seat.
Lurching forward, she doubled over beside the front tire where her stomach unleashed what it had held back an impressively long time.
Gentle fingers stroked her cheeks as he assisted her with gathering her hair to hold it back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. He patted her back as she continued to convulse and projectile vomit.
"I-I'm s-sorry," she stuttered between heaving.
"It's okay," Izuku assured her.
Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes and ran down her face as her stomach continued to rebel against her. She would swear she got rid of everything clear back to breakfast.
"Ugh," she groaned, sniffing back more tears that wanted to fall. "Oh, god, this is humiliating."
"At least you didn't lose it at the park. You did good to keep up with Mirio. Not just with running around and riding all of the rides...twice... but eating all of that food as well. You gotta give yourself credit for that," he said, picking her up in a princess carry in order to take her to her apartment.
"I can walk."
"Let's not chance it."
Izuku carried her all the way to her apartment door before setting her down on her feet so he could type in the code. She walked inside of her own volition, kicking off her shoes and allowing them to land wherever.
Izuku picked up her haphazardly discarded shoes and placed them side by side as she went to the refrigerator. He kept his eyes on her as she passed by him to walk down the hall, cracking open the drink as she went.
"Taking a shower?" Izuku asked, following her to the open bedroom door. He resisted the urge to pick up her clothing that she had shed from the open door to the bathroom.
"Yeah. Will you still be here when I get out?" she called loudly over the sound of the water.
"Yeah. I'll be in the living room."
"Okay."
Izuku found a movie to watch while he waited. He did not have to wait for long. Twenty minutes later she emerged wearing sleep shorts and tank top. Then shorts were red and pink plaid. The top pink with an applique of a white sheep wearing a red sleep cap and holding a teddy bear.
She went to the refrigerator, getting two bottles of water before joining him on the couch. She smelled like vanilla and mint.
"I brushed my teeth three times. Yuck," she muttered, grimacing with disgust. "I'm so sorry I ruined our evening."
"You didn't ruin anything."
"Are you tired?" she asked, threading her fingers through his to hold his hand.
"A little. I know you're beat though. I should go," he said, standing up.
"You don't have to leave," she said, her fingers tightening around his. "You can stay. We can go to bed. Together. Like last night."
Her stomach flip flopped as his eyes met hers. Not from feeling sick but from nervousness, possibly a little excitement.
"Are you sure? You're awfully tired. And you got sick so maybe I should - "
Takara untangled her fingers from his. She had already told him she wanted him to stay. If he wanted to go, he could go. She would not force him to stay somewhere he did not want to be.
"Good night, Izuku," she said, grabbing the remote and turning off the television as he went to the door.
"Good night, Takara," he said, shoving his foot into his shoe. He hesitated before putting the other one on. "What am I doing? She asked me to stay. I should stay. I want to stay. Why am I leaving?"
"Did you ask me something?" she asked, finishing off her water. She honestly had not heard him because he was doing that muttering thing where he holds a whole damn conversation with himself.
"No, I - " He paused, removing his shoe by pushing it off with his other foot. "I...I-I want to st-stay...with y-you."
Takara would swear she could see him shaking. Why was he so apprehensive all of a sudden? He slept over last night after all.
"Okay. Well, let's go to bed," she said, extending her hand to him.
When he took her hand, she could feel him trembling. Why the hell is he so nervous? Everything was fine last night. Nothing happened. As far as she knew, nothing was going to happen tonight. Barfing her guts up had to be a major mood killer.
When they reached the bed, Izuku lay his hand on her shoulder to turn her to face him. Placing his hands on either said of her face, he gazed into her eyes.
Takara's stomach somersaulted nervously as the seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as he stared at her in silence. His big green eyes bounced back and forth between hers as if searching for something deep within them. He looked sad - and frightened.
"What is it?" she asked, the corners of her mouth twitching to form an anxious smile. "What's wrong?"
"I'm scared, but...but I can't miss an opportunity to do...to do what I want to do...what I should do," he said, his lips quivering as he spoke. "I want to...I want to show you how I feel."
"Izuku, what...what are you talking about?"
He did not say anything in return. His thumbs stroked the corners of her mouth, coaxing it into a smile as his eyes dropped to her lips.
"Are you sure? I did get sick you know," she reminded him as if he could forget what happened less than thirty minutes ago.
"You brushed your teeth three times right?" he asked in return.
"Uh huh," she confirmed, staring at his slightly parted lips.
"I think I'll be good to chance it."
Izuku did not move.
Takara tilted her chin upward slightly, closing her eyes. Maybe if she invited him to take the kiss he wanted, that she wanted, he would accept. An electrical tingle stung her lips as his lips hovered over hers.
The contact was feather-light but made her jump in surprise because he actually acted on his desire. His lips were offset from hers, catching her top lip between them. Her belly fluttered as a million butterflies of exhilaration took flight.
He lifted his lips making her think the kiss was over. To her great delight, his mouth settled back against hers, this time on her lower lip. His lips parted slightly, moving across hers to capture her entire mouth for a complete kiss.
Takara stepped forward, pressing the full length of her body against his. His muscular body felt hard yet pliable when pushing into her softer but toned physique. She trembled with anticipation as his fingers glided down both sides of her neck, across her shoulders, and down her arms leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever they roamed.
Izuku slid his hands between her waist and arms, enclosing her body with his strong arms. In turn, she rested her hands on his sinewy shoulders. His lips moved across her cheek to her ear. The muscles at her lower back drew tighter when his warm breath tickled her ear.
"I love you, Takara Otani," he whispered.
"Izuku, I - " Before she could finish speaking, his mouth covered hers for another tender kiss.
Takara writhed against him, her breasts flattening against his hard chest as his hand slid up her back pulling her more securely to him for an embrace. His calloused fingertips aroused every nerve ending they delicately caressed across her bare back and shoulders. She tore her mouth from his to inhale deeply when his hand slipped over her shoulder and between them to cup her breast.
"Are we..." A moan cut off her words when he kneaded her breast, his thumb rubbing across the already tight and stimulated nipple. "Are you going to make love to me?"
"Do you want me to?" he asked, pushing her a step back toward the bed.
"What's your desire, Izuku? You give and you give and never take for yourself. What do you want?"
"I want to make love to you," he confessed, his other hand grasping her butt cheek and lifting her up.
Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist to hold her body to his. Unfortunately, having his other hand on her breast and not balancing her body weight caused him to overbalance and topple over on the bed.
Thankfully they had a soft landing, her getting only slightly squished under his heavy muscular body. Somehow they managed not to head butt each other. They broke into giggles to alleviate the awkwardness of their present predicament as he shifted his body off to the side as not to crush her further.
As the chuckling died away, Izuku grew serious once again. He kissed her, quickly resetting the mood and picking up where he left off.
"I want to make love to you. I want to make you mine," he said.
"I would like that too. But..." She inhaled a shaky breath, meeting his intense gaze. "You know I can't be yours exclusively."
"I know...but you misunderstand,"he said, resting his fingers on the silver of skin bared at her waist. "In this given moment, you will be mine and mine alone."
Izuku pushed his fingers under the hem of her tank top, gathering the material at his wrist as he skimmed his hand up her torso. His hand covered her breast, massaging until he dragged a moan of delight from her lips. Though rough and scarred, powerful enough to punch holes in buildings or lift a steel beam, his hands were gentle, eliciting pleasure where they could cause pain.
Takara lifted her hips when the fingers of his other hand tugged at the waistband of her sleep shorts. She assisted him with removing the shorts and her underwear at the same time. Her hands grabbed at his t-shirt as he bent to press a kiss to the swell of her breast.
Her fingers twisted into the cotton of his shirt, pulling as he continued to drop soft little kisses on her breast. Losing her grip on his shirt and her senses, she arched her back thrusting her nipple into his searching mouth. Forgetting about the shirt, her hand found the button of his shorts, pushing and pulling until it slipped free.
Izuku lifted his mouth from her breast. He grabbed the hem of his shirt yanking upward while her hands went to his shorts to pull them down. While he finished undressing, she removed her tank top and tossed it away.
Takara lay back in the bed, biting her lower lip as he positioned himself between her legs. As he loomed over her, she gazed at his bulky yet well defined muscles. So many scars marked his arms and chest. Each one a testament to his strong will to become a hero. His greatest dream made a reality as evidenced by his beaten and broken body.
Her fingers shook as they traced a scar across his pectoral that ended over his heart. Tears flooded her eyes making his face waver and blur in her sight. She gasped when his hand covered hers pressing it flat against his heart. The rapid, uneven beat of his heart pulsated through her palm.
"Takara," he said, drawing her eyes to his.
Their eyes locked and not a word passed between them. His heart calmed, developing a steady pace.
"I love you," she whispered, tears sliding from the outer corner of her eyes and dampening her hair at her temples.
"I love you too," he returned in kind.
Takara held his gaze while he entered her. Her mouth dropped open as if she wanted to cry out, but she never made a sound. His eyes slowly closed as he sank into her deeper, filling her, becoming one. He opened his eyes again to reconnect with her completely.
I want to make you mine. His words replayed in her head as he made love to her, slowly, sweetly. He brought her to an orgasm first, holding back, stopping at times, to keep himself from finishing before her. When she toppled over that glorious edge into the blissful abyss, he tumbled in soon after, holding her, whispering declarations of love to her as she clutched his shuddering body close to hers.
Takara enveloped him in her arms, refusing to let him go. He rested his head on her chest, laying beside her with his arm hooked securely around her waist to keep her next to him. She listened to his ragged, noisy breaths which gradually evened out and deepened as he relaxed. Soon he was asleep in her arms, leaving her lying awake: satisfied, content, and tired but so damn elated she felt like she could run ten miles.
"I love you, Izuku Midoriya."
