This story was requested and co-plotted by thebigblackdevil5, my friend and biggest fan, featuring her OC 'Naomi'. Check out her artwork on DeviantART.

Note: I have not seen a single episode of 'My Hero Academia' (though I intend to eventually), and my knowledge of it comes from the information that thebigblackdevil5 gives me and what information I can get from the My Hero Academia Wiki. I apologize for any OOC moments or canon discrepancies.

UPDATE (7/27/2022): So far, I have read volumes 1-11 of the manga, and continue to read it as I get my hands on more of the books, so I have gotten a better understanding of the show so far.


CHAPTER 1: TRUE ROMANCE

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."

-Herman Hesse


Author's note: All dialogue in brackets [like this] represents when the characters are speaking English. All dialogue without is in Japanese.

Following the destruction of the League of Villains Bar and dissolution of the aforementioned team of super-criminals, the abandoned and squatted bar has since been bought out and repurposed to a nightclub. Its new owner is a man by the name of Joji Kurosawa, an eccentric wealthy man and self-proclaimed largest Star Wars fan in all of Japan, so much so that he themed the entire nightclub around the films.

Carrying the theme of the worldwide popular Star Wars franchise, the new nightclub is named the Rebel Outpost. Playing Meco's remix of the Star Wars theme, with staff dressed as various characters and decor like many locations from the films, as well as a disco ball that was modeled after the Death Star, it is a haven for any fan of the space-battling franchise.

It is here that a group of American women make their selection of a night out, celebrating a bachelorette party for one of their group having their wedding in Japan, choosing the country for the scenery in a shallow manner. True to their nature as foolish American tourists, the bride and her bridesmaids spend the night here with two simple purposes:

Getting drunk, and getting drunk as they can.

The bridesmaids also share a collective purpose, though not one the bride herself can share:

Taking home a handsome Japanese man, and have a one-night stand.

"[Hey, Bridget, how about that one? He's pretty tall.]" One bridesmaid asked.

"[Maybe. I had my eye on that one over there, with the brown hair. What do you think, Alison?]" Another bridesmaid asked.

"[Morgan, I don't care what he looks like, as long as his name is 'Hung Lo', if you catch my drift.]" A different bridesmaid said.

Understanding the sexual context to their friend's joke, the bridesmaids shared a drunken laugh between one another, all sharing similar sentiments over their friend's implication. Continuing to drink down sake and Japanese beers with little care for their wallets or their livers, the American women carried on their party with no end in sight save for a lay with a Japanese man.

However, one of these bridesmaids, a misfit to the group, did not share such sentiments. Sitting alone by herself at the bar, she sipped down her own bottle of hot sake while trying to enjoy a moment to herself. Feeling alone even among her group of friends, she finds only some company in her drink.

Her name is Naomi, a young woman with long brown hair, dressed in a black jacket and shorts, drowning her unhappiness in her glass of sake. Nonverbally requesting another round from her bartender, the aforementioned staff, dressed in a Stormtrooper outfit, poured her another glass.

Taking notice of her melancholy appearance, the bartender decided to stay, hoping to cheer her spirits up.

"[Excuse me, miss. Is something wrong?]" The bartender asked.

"I'm fine, thank you very much. I just need a minute from my friends." Naomi said.

Surprised with the language skills of the American woman in contrast to the crass counterparts that accompanied her to the bar, the bartender appeared impressed.

"You speak Japanese well for an American woman. Well, I mean, I wasn't expecting it from-" The bartender began to say.

"No, it's okay. My friends are all kind of idiots." Naomi said.

"Well, if I may ask, you don't appear to be so happy with them. Or, away from them, as it were."

"So, you're wondering, 'why is a hakujin (white person) like me hanging out with dumber hakujins like these'?"

"Uh, well, perhaps not as bluntly as that, but, yes."

"Well, one of my friends is getting married, and invited me along for her wedding. I was always really interested in Japanese culture, and wanted to visit for myself, so I decided to come as an excuse to finally visit. I figured I could spend some time for myself while bridezilla here makes an ass out of herself."

"At least you're not one of those flabby American tourists that say random Japanese words and try to act like one of us just because they watched too much anime."

Naomi and the bartender shared a brief laugh, lamenting over the idiocy of other tourists who frequently embarrass themselves.

"But, what exactly interests you in Japanese culture?" The bartender asked.

"I don't know. Forgive me if I sound a lot like the tourists we were just discussing, but I've always liked anime and manga a lot. The way it's written, how dark and serious it can be, it's just way better than anything in America. Animation in my country is just relegated to crappy kid's shows." Naomi said.

"No, no, I understand, a lot of it is popular here for a reason, too. Besides, you shouldn't downplay a lot of your culture. Take this bar: The Star Wars movies are unfathomably popular here in Japan, so much that the owner designed the bar after it."

"I hear a lot of the Star Wars movies took off from old Japanese movies, though."

"True. But it is always interesting to see how cultures can meld together to create something new. You combine two loves together, and something totally new comes about; something that makes everyone happy. Love like that is a way to achieve a harmony in everything."

"Beautiful sentiment. You come up with it yourself?"

"No. Stole it from some drunk guy that came in."

Naomi and the bartender shared another laugh, chuckling off the minutes with a shared moment of friendliness that brought each other a temporary moment of happiness. Out of the blue of their moment of shared moment of levity, there appeared something else in Naomi's eye that caught her complete attention.

Sitting alone to himself was a young man her age, dressed in a black hoodie with the hood well over his head, but revealing a scuff of blue hair underneath it. Like her, he was drinking alone, sipping away at a bottle of beer accompanied by many other empty bottles on the table.

The look of discontent on his face and the solitude he seeks reminds her of her own, and she feels a sense of attraction set into place. That emotion that began as a mere sense of attraction slowly began building itself towards action, leading her wishing to get up and approach him.

Seeing her look towards the subject without breaking eye contact, the bartender smiled, wanting to urge Naomi on her idea.

"Go for it." The bartender said.

"Huh? What?" Naomi asked.

"Go ahead. Talk to him. That's what the goal of this place is: Find a cute guy or gal to sleep with."

"Excuse me, I wasn't thinking about that... much. But... he does look sad over there and looks like he could use someone to talk to."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and talk to him."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'm just the bartender, sweetie. I've seen this song and dance many times before, and I love seeing it play out."

Taking out a separate glass, the bartender filled both it and Naomi's glass, allowing her to bring the stranger a drink.

"That one's on me. Go for it." The bartender said.

Retrieving her wallet, Naomi left the payment for her own tab, as well as a generous tip for the bartender's kindness, which he gladly accepted.

"Thank you very much. You have a great night, okay?" Naomi asked.

"You have a better one. I have a feeling you will." The bartender said.

Giving a farewell nod to the bartender, Naomi took her two drinks and made her way to the stranger, nervously smiling under the prospect of meeting a random person warranted by nothing but pure, primal attraction. Still, that attraction pushed her on to meet the stranger, continuing to move closer to him.

Seating herself at the table, Naomi carefully set the two drinks on the countertop, looking at the blue-haired man as he sulked in his seat. Peering from the veil of his hoodie, the blue-haired man carefully inspected the strange woman, taking note of her ample breasts and long legs.

Though the sight is appealing in his eyes, it is ultimately unwarranted and unwanted for his current state.

"[There's plenty of other tables in this bar, American woman. Any particular reason you picked this one?]" The blue-haired man asked.

"None of the other ones had you alone on it." Naomi said.

"[That's the point. I was looking to be alone. I thought the dark corner and the bottles of beer would give it away.]"

"I can speak Japanese, you know. I took it in high school and college."

"[And I can speak English just fine. See, when I have unexpected company come to my place, I don't expect them to imitate everything I do to appease me or impress me. I spent a good chunk of my life learning English, longer than your pitiful American schools. If you really want to respect me, the least you could do is speak in your own language and not try to speak mine.]"

"[Okay, then. You're a bit of a grouchy one, aren't you? You're way too cute to be grouchy. Maybe a drink might lighten you up.]"

Naomi slid the extra sake glass towards him, hoping he would accept the drink and open himself up to her. Sneering back and forth at the drink and her, the man just looked at both in contempt, accepting the offers of neither. Instead, he reached for his already-open bottle of beer, taking another swig.

"[You don't seem to take hints very well, do you?]" The blue-hair asked.

"[I guess not.]" Naomi said.

"[And exactly what is it you find so interesting about me? Am I just the sexiest fuckin' thing you ever laid eyes on?]"

"[You're definitely a looker... but that's not why I wanted to come sit with you. You just seem like a very interesting person.]"

"[How exactly?]"

"[Maybe... maybe it's just the way you look. You seem so melancholy, so dark. I like dark things; the idea of something in the past that makes the person who he his today.]"

"[Things like that aren't something meant for strangers to go prodding into. Especially not American women with no business with me.]"

"[Maybe I'm willing to make it my business.]"

No longer amused by the foreign woman's persistence, the blue-haired man slammed his beer bottle on the table, silencing her from speaking further.

"[Alright, look, lady. I don't know what your whole deal is, what your game is to try to get me in bed, but it's sure as hell not gonna work on me. If you're looking to sleep with a pretty Asian boy, go to Korea. I've been coming to this bar long before it was made into this sci-fi shit, and I wanted a nice night to myself after something bad happened to me. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want your sympathy or charity. Beat it. Also, your Japanese sounds like shit.]" The blue-haired man said.

Heartbroken by the stranger's rejection, Naomi quickly stood up from her chair and walked away, leaving him alone as he requested. Though her own common sense gave her a sense that such an outcome would have happened here, she was still not prepared for the reaction, and walked away with tears in her eyes.

Alone at last, the blue-haired man went back to his beer, continuing to drink at his beer and drown away his troubles in alcohol.

However, upon trying to resume his liquid pacification, the stranger began to contemplate one sentence spoken by the strange woman from a strange land, feeling resonate with a nerve that he was not looking to be touched. Hearing the words come through his mind again, they repeat in his ears:

I like dark things; the idea of something in the past that makes the person who he his today. Naomi's words said.

Having his own dark past, he was no stranger to having many dislike him, but rarely was there a person interested in him for said past, even without knowing anything of it. The interest of the woman began to spark an interest in her as well, leading him to think about her more and more.

The thoughts began to circle in his head, much to his disapproval, and began to evolve into one of the most primal emotions to a person of interest:

Attraction.

Too far focused on his own affairs to care about such an emotion at first, the attraction began to settle further into his mind, becoming an obsessive thought that he could not remove from his head. Whatever it was about this woman, it was clear that he could not do anything to cease these thoughts save for speaking to her.

Taking the glass of sake at last, he downed it in one gulp, picking himself up from his table to search for her, leaving behind a payment and tip before doing so.

Walking outside the bar, the blue-haired man scanned his surroundings in search for the American woman, finding her walking alone in tears down the street. Regretting his actions even further upon seeing her reaction, he was now more determined to catch up to her and apologize.

Reaching up to Naomi, he held onto her shoulder, prompting her to stop.

"[Wait. I'm sorry. Let me apologize.]" The blue-haired man said.

Though surprised to hear an apology, it did not dissuade Naomi's unhappy demeanor, not willing her to turn around and face him.

"[You seemed more than certain that you didn't want me around. Why the change of heart?]" Naomi asked.

"[Like I said, I had a bad day and I wasn't looking to talk to anyone. But I was being too harsh on you. I understand that you were just trying to help me.]" The blue-haired man said.

"[You knew that upfront, but still didn't seem to care.]"

"[I'm not used to strangers coming up and trying to help me. I'm assuming you're used to the same treatment?]"

"[Well... maybe I like to be the difference I seek.]"

"[Then here's your chance. I'm sorry for what I said. I want to make it up to you.]"

Slowly coming around to the stranger's apology, Naomi turned around at last, facing him as he spoke to her.

"[Alright, then. How do you want to make it up to me?]" Naomi asked.

"[Well, you didn't seem to care too much about that bar. I know some other good places around if you're looking to have a good time. I know this good teriyaki place if you wanna try. My treat, sky's the limit. After all, you said your friends weren't any fun, how about I show you how much fun I can be?]" The blue-haired man asked.

The stranger's joke brought a smile that began to curve around her face, leading Naomi to finally warm back up to him at last. Reviving the interest that she once held in this person, she decided to take her chance on him, wanting to know him more and see who he was.

"[Sure. I could go for some teriyaki right now. I'm pretty hungry.]" Naomi said.

"[I bet. It's no good drinking on an empty stomach.]" The blue-haired man said.

"[Right. Oh, by the way, I'm Naomi.]"

Naomi reached out her hand to shake the stranger's hand, but he hesitated upon seeing her offer a handshake. Instead, he offered a single pinky finger.

"[I'm... Tenko.]" The blue-haired man said.

Though confused to the gesture of a pinky finger being offered instead of his whole hand, Naomi accepted the gesture, shaking with her own pinky instead.

"[Sorry. It's, uh... a hang-up of mine.]" Tenko said.

"['Hang-up'?]" Naomi asked.

"[My quirk kicks in when I use touch someone with my whole hand. I don't wanna hurt you.]"

"[Oh, gotcha. Well, we going for teriyaki or not? I'm starving.]"

Leading her to the restaurant as intended, the two began making their way to their first date, continuing to talk all along the way.

"By the way, your Japanese is actually very good. We can speak in it if you like." Tenko said.

"Okay." Naomi said.

"Where'd you learn it, by the way?"

"College and high school. And pretty much any anime you can name off."

"Of course."

"Oh, you think I'm just some weeb or something, don't you?"

"No, no, no, I understand. There is some very cool anime out there. After all, we're the ones who make it."

"Right."

"So, what's it like taking college in America?"

"Sex-crazy and sex-averse man and women-children as far as the eye can see. And occasionally some cool people."

"What field do you study in? What are you interested in doing with your life?"

"Well, that one's kind of a long story."

"Go right ahead, I'm not going anywhere."


[Soundtrack Cue: Hans Zimmer - You're So Cool (From True Romance)]

Reaching the teriyaki restaurant as planned, the two sat down for a romantic dinner, each ordering the restaurant's house special. Enjoying the delicious sweet and savory chicken and rice, the two continued talking on and on to one another, learning more and more about each other throughout the night and laughing the hours away.

When the time came to finally leave the restaurant, Tenko paid with a generous tip, departing with Naomi in his arm. Though well-fed and content with the date, they were still not done with the night. Two young people having only one night to themselves, it only seemed right to live it up to the fullest.

Moving onto rollerskate disco, the pair decided to try their hand at the sport, taking their time to learn how to balance on skates before heading to the skate floor. Not too able to pick up the sport before heading out, they find less luck when trying to skate on the floor, and fell down many times before giving in and deciding to try something else. Despite their repeated failures at the sport, the two still had their fun together.

In search of another activity to share together, the two came to a karaoke bar, making a selection of '(I've Had) The Time of My Life' by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes after a few doses of liquid courage. Though their performance was not pitch-perfect, it did gain many cheers from the audience, and they still had fun. Nonetheless, they were still not through with the night, and still had much more fun to embark on.

Taking a break from more sensory stimulating activities, the two decided to take a walk through a park, strolling through a park to spend some quiet time alone. Peering over a ledge to watch a flock of ducks swimming across, the two enjoyed the sight, but found an issue arise when Tenko accidentally fell into the water.

When climbing out of the water, Tenko removed his shirt to squeeze out the water, giving a full view of his midriff. Naomi found herself staring at his body for a brief moment, missing his face but taking in all the scars over his well-toned body and abs, but turned her head and blushed as not to stare too long.

Having had a long night of fun and romance shared between the two, it came time for the night to come to an end. Walking Naomi back to her hotel, Tenko kept the young woman safe in his arm, with her snugly resting against it. Enjoying their company and night together, Naomi wants the feeling of this man with her for as long as she can; for the rest of her life.

Not knowing what sort of quirk he possessed, she contemplated thoughts that she hoped he would hear.

Can you read my mind? Do you know what it is that you do to me? I don't know who you are. Just a friend from another country, speaking another language. Here I am, like a kid out of school, holding hands with someone who feels like a god. I'm a fool. Will you look at me? Quivering, like a little girl, shivering. You can see right through me. Can you read my mind? Can you picture the things I'm thinking of? Wondering why you are all the wonderful things you are. You're so alone, like a wandering stranger. We could belong to each other. If you need a friend, I'm the one to fly to. If you need to be loved, here I am. Read my mind. Naomi thought.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

Just as all things come to an end, the journey back to the hotel had completed, putting the two at a crossroads. Naomi, having met this seemingly perfect stranger, was set to head back in her hotel and fall asleep. Tenko, spending his night with a foreign woman, had his time with her, now to return to his drinking and solitude.

The two might never see each other again, but they both know they do not want to be apart again. Nonetheless, they go their separate ways, bidding one another goodbye.

"Well... Tonight was... very fun." Tenko said.

"Yeah... Tonight was... perfect. It really was." Naomi said.

"So... I don't suppose you'll be in Japan much longer?"

"Just for one more day, for my friend's wedding. I go home when they do."

"Right. So, I could... meet you tomorrow. You know, call you, swap numbers, all that."

"Yeah. I'd like that. So... see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

Heading back onto the street, Tenko prepared to head out on his own way once again, stepping out into the dark night of the street. Watching him slowly dissipate into the dark, Naomi felt a sense of wholeness she once felt start to disappear, brought about by his presence.

Feeling a sickness in her stomach, she wished desperately for nothing more than for him to come back.

With the sound of thunder striking in the air, her wish had been granted.

Returning from the black abyss, through a freshly-falling hail of rain, Tenko returned from the night, heading back under the entrance of the hotel. Once again, he was put face-to-face with Naomi, who watched him intensely with a look of happiness on her face from his return.

"Hi again." Tenko snickered.

"Hi again." Naomi said.

"So, uh... Looks like I'm just gonna be hanging out here awhile, until the rain lets up."

An idea and inspiration came to Naomi's mind from the scenario; her heart jumping in her chest at the chance to ask, and a gulp giving her the strength to ask.

"Well... you could come back to my hotel room with me. You'd be nice and warm in there." Naomi said.

"Oh, no, it's okay, I don't want to impose on you or-" Tenko began to say.

"No, it's fine. Please. I want you to come stay with me. Come spend the night. Please."

Naomi wrapped herself around his arm once more, leading Tenko to give in and accept her offer.

"Okay, okay. You've talked me into it. Lead the way." Tenko said.

Keeping herself around his arm, Naomi escorted Tenko up to her hotel room, walking up only two flights of stairs before reaching the designated room. Inserting the key and unlocking the door, she brought her man inside, closing the door and locking it behind them.


With her friend's choice of hotel a rustic-themed one, Naomi's hotel came equipped with a small fireplace; good at keeping one warm, but ultimately for decoration in comparison to the room's built-in air conditioning. Nonetheless, it proved to be helpful for Tenko, trying to keep himself warm and dry.

Conversely, Naomi sought to make her own body warm, but wet in contrast, taking to the shower to cleanse herself. Having a man that caught her interest to a degree she could not comprehend, she ensured to make sure she was well-cleansed for his liking; scrubbing away and dirt or unsightly scents.

Turning the shower flow off, Naomi wrapped herself in a towel, stepping out to the main bedroom of the hotel room. Still stuck to the fireplace was Tenko, putting his hands near the fire and rubbing them together to stave off the cold that still bit at his body, but still keeping the wet, cold hoodie over himself to keep his face concealed.

Clearing her throat in his presence, Naomi caught his attention.

"Don't you think you'd be better off without that hoodie? It's all wet and keeping you cold." Naomi said.

"I know, I'm just not too comfortable showing-" Tenko began to say.

Turning to Naomi as he spoke to her, Tenko was met with the sight of her wrapped in nothing but a towel, displaying a decent show of cleavage and a body just one wardrobe malfunction away from showing her entire body. Slightly blushing under the show, he turned his head away, focusing back on the fire.

"Uh, sorry. I thought you were dressed." Tenko said.

"It's okay, I don't mind with you. But what are you so uncomfortable showing? That body of yours? It looks good. You look like you take good care of yourself." Naomi said.

"No, it's not that... but... I'm glad you like my body."

"Then what's the problem?"

"It's... It's my face I'm scared to show you."

"Aw, don't be shy. I'm sure you've got a real pretty face. Let me see it."

Naomi reached out for Tenko's hoodie, attempting to pull the cloth away from his face. Not wishing to reveal his identity yet, Tenko pulled himself away, further pulling down the hood over his face. Stepping away from Naomi and across the room, he took a defensive stance away from her, seeming to be scared.

"C'mon, what's the matter? Why are you so afraid? I've spent the best night of my life with you and let you in my hotel room, the least you could do is show me who you are." Naomi said.

"I told you who I am." Tenko said.

"But I haven't seen your face. Please. It's okay. You can trust me."

Trying to stave off his nervousness, Tenko took in a deep breath and let it out. It was obvious that his identity would have to be revealed, and there was no choice for him but to show himself. As such, he mustered up what strength remained in his soul, most of it fleeting him at the fear of scaring this beautiful woman away.

"Just... Just promise me one thing, okay?" Tenko asked.

"Promise...?" Naomi asked.

"When I show you who I am... that you won't be scared. That you won't be afraid of me."

"I don't see any reason why I should be."

"Just promise me, okay?"

"Okay, okay. I promise."

"Say the words."

"I promise I won't be scared of you."

With one final breath let out, Tenko finally reached to his hoodie, preparing to pull it off. Slowly he grabbed at the bottom, lifting it up along with his shirt. Pulling his shirt and hoodie over his head, he began revealing his midriff and chest, soon to follow with the removal of his top and showing his face.

Bending forwards, he threw the clothes to the floor, but facing the ground to delay the suspense one last moment before finally revealing his identity to Naomi. Leaning himself backwards to stand up straight once again, his closed eyes opened to witness her reaction, not expecting to like what he would see.

To his surprise, Naomi kept to her promise well; despite recognizing his face, she did not react in fear or terror to his true identity of...

"Tomura Shigaraki. You're Tomura Shigaraki. That villain guy on the news." Naomi said.

"Yes." Tenko said.

"You told me your name was Tenko."

"That's my... 'real' name, you could call it. Tomura Shigaraki is my 'other' name."

Despite the widened eyes of surprise on her face, Naomi was still not in fear of this man standing before her. Instead, she began to approach him, putting her closer to him. Stepping right up to Tenko, she put her arms around him, keeping him as close to her as she could keep him.

"Y-You're really not afraid?" Tenko asked.

"No. I'm not afraid." Naomi said.

Standing on her tip-toes, Naomi reached in for a kiss, finally meeting her lips to his. Receiving a kiss from the woman that he loved, Tenko reciprocated the kiss; both of their lips sucking against one another. To taste the kiss of a woman was an experience that he absolutely loved and wanted nothing more than to continue for as long as he could, and the fact that said woman loved him dearly made it all the better.

Laying her hands on him, Naomi felt his body up and down, taking in the full sense of a man's body, noting every indenture and rough edge, and using only gentle touches of her fingertips and fingernails. The light touch sent many shivers and quakes all through Tenko's body, making him gasp and moan between every breath.

Wishing to return the favor and feel his touch, Naomi grabbed his hands and led them to her own body. Even among the intense and flooding emotions that clouded away all lines of reason, Tenko still realized the danger that her actions would put her in, and snapped out of the feeling to save her life.

Snatching his hands away, Tenko retreated from her once again, preventing his quirk of Decay from bringing her harm. Not understanding his intent or action, Naomi grew nervous under the gesture, believing she had done something to offend or scare him.

"What?! What's wrong? I just wanted to... let you touch me, too." Naomi said.

"I told you, it's my quirk. I can't touch anyone with my whole hand. If I do, you start to rot alive. I don't want to hurt you." Tenko said.

"Oh... I see. Don't worry, I can fix that."

"You what?"

Stepping to a container of luggage containing spare clothes and other travelling commodities, Naomi pulled out a small pill box, emptying one pill in her hand.

"Here. Take one of these." Naomi said.

Naomi dropped the pill in Tenko's hand, careful not to touch his hand in the process.

"What is it?" Tenko asked.

"Quirk suppressant." Naomi said.

"Quirk... suppressant?"

"Yeah. You don't have that here?"

"I guess not. Is it more common in America?"

"Must be. I told you my quirk revolves around computers, but anytime I go shopping or use a phone, I scramble it if I'm not focused. With this, I just pop a pill and I don't worry about it. It works on any quirk, regardless of the power level. You take one of those, and... you can feel me all you want."

"How long until it kicks in?"

"It goes to work pretty fast."

Putting his trust in Naomi, Tenko swallowed the pill, letting it work its way down his body and inside it. Standing idle to allow the drug to take effect, he waited patiently for his quirk to stave away. Being alone for a good portion of his life, never being able to touch another human being until now, the minutes do not pass fast enough.

Having a denuded Naomi standing in front of him, the time passes only faster for but a few fleeting minutes, having a lovely and shapely woman to look at in the meantime. The rest of the time moved only slower once again; the promise of being to touch her body and feel it for himself itching him to cease his waiting and fulfill that desire eating away at his mind and hers.

God... She's so beautiful... Waiting for this pill to work is such torture... I want to touch every part of her and make her feel good... but I don't want to hurt her. I can't risk going too soon and hurting her. Tenko thought.

Reaching for his hands once again, Naomi held them in hers, once again leading them back to her own body. Fearing for her safety, Tenko protested again.

"Wait! Are you sure it's been enough time?" Tenko asked.

"I don't know... maybe we should just take it on faith. It's worked for us pretty good so far." Naomi said.

"Wait, no, please, I-!"

Despite his protests, Naomi led his hands to her body anyways, landing his hands on her ample breasts. To Tenko's surprise, his touch did not harm her in any way; the drug doing its job effectively and his partner remaining completely unharmed and safe from the threat of his Decay quirk.

Of course, more preceding than this realization was the feel of her breasts. Never before having touched a female body before, to be able to do so for the first time without consequence was intriguing and arousing, giving him such positive emotions that he never had the chance to feel before.

Gently rubbing his hands against her breasts, Tenko brought forth light moans from Naomi, encouraging him to continue on. Loving the soft feeling of her breasts in his hands, he was not content with merely touching them, but also decided to lean in to suck on them.

Still gripping them in his hands, Tenko leaned in to begin sucking on her nipples; beginning with gentle kisses, sucking hard against them, and lightly nibbling on the tips to bring her the most pleasurable feelings he could. His actions worked more than well on her, with each motion he made getting moans louder and louder from each second he continued on.

Grabbing one of his hands, Naomi led it down to her crotch, placing it against her dripping womb. The move of his hand towards a part of her far more personal was something Tenko did not expect, but nonetheless liked very much. Rubbing his hand against her wet vagina, he moved his head back up for a kiss, kissing Naomi as he rubbed against her.

Wanting more than to simply rub the outside, Tenko drove his fingers inside, giving Naomi a jolt of pleasure that made her flinch towards him and moan even louder while still kissing him. Squeezing her thighs together as he fingered her, Naomi placed her own hand against his, encouraging him to continue on.

Continue on with his treatment of Naomi's vulva he did; prodding deep inside the warm flesh, feeling every ridge and groove within, letting secretions of her sweet honey soak up his hand, and making her moan from every second of the touch. His movements in this area, however, had soon come to an end, as he felt the need to use something else against her.

Dropping down to his knees, Tenko began licking up at her vagina, delicately tasting and eating at the most sensitive part of her anatomy to treat her to the best pleasures that he could. His treatment was most effective on her, driving her moans to borderline screams.

Reaching her hands down towards him, she grasped his hands in her own, needing to feel his hold as he continued to lick away at her inner body. Each lap of his tongue, each prod of it inside, every suck against her labia and clitoris; all was far too much for her to handle.

Gripping tighter against his hands as he ate away at her, Naomi panted out an announcement of her own imminent orgasm.

"Tenko... I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum...!" Naomi panted.

Feeling the last straw of a lick run from the bottom of her opening all the way to a flick across her clit, Naomi received the final touch of stimulation needed to bring her to orgasm, bringing her to said climax with a celebration of flying colors and loud screams in appreciation.

Losing her grip on his hands, Naomi instead placed them on Tenko's head, pushing him further into her crotch to feel more of his touch. Rubbing herself against his head and mouth, she churned out the very last iotas of stimulation to be felt from his eating, ensuring she felt everything she wanted to feel out of him.

Barely having any strength left to stand, Naomi collapsed to the floor, falling into Tenko's arms as she panted off her afterglow.

"That... Wow... Where did you learn that? I thought you'd never had a woman before." Naomi said.

"I haven't. But that doesn't mean I hadn't thought about it before. You're the only one I've bothered to do anything with." Tenko said.

"Aww... You're so sweet..."

Leaning herself to his face again, the two began kissing once again, giving a mutual show of love for one another and letting them taste each other. Reaching her hand back to Tenko's body, Naomi slowly ran her hand down it, feeling his chest and abdomen again.

Her hand eventually made its way to an area lower than those locations, meeting with a wet piece of cloth. Confused initially at the touch, she looked down to see Tenko's pants with a large wet spot on the crotch area, soaked in exuberant amounts of pre-ejaculatory fluid.

"Wow... You came just from that?" Naomi asked.

"No... I've just been so hard I've been leaking out so much." Tenko said.

"Well, you took good care of me. I'd better take good care of you, too. After all, I can't be the only one naked."

Laying Tenko on his back, Naomi unbuckled his pants and began pulling them down, revealing a pair of underwear with even worse treatment than the pants. A larger stain of precum was also soaked into the underwear, with a large bulge protruding from the cloth.

Grabbing hold of the underwear, she slid them down and out of the way as well, giving her full access to Tenko's own genitals. What she finds in his pants she is not expecting, but is pleasantly surprised nonetheless; greeted with a 6.5 inch penis, fully erect and still oozing precum.

"Wow... Wow..." Naomi said.

"Is it, uh... Good?" Tenko asked.

"Yeah, yeah. It's... wow..."

Naomi reached in and began exploring the member with her fingertips; a gesture that made Tenko start to quiver instantly in both body and breath. From the large secretions of pre-ejaculatory fluid from their foreplay and his performance of cunnilingus, it was completely soaked in the clear fluid, wet to the very touch.

"Ooh. It's so slimy." Naomi said.

"Is... Is that a problem?" Tenko asked.

"No... not in this instance."

Using the pre-ejaculatory fluid as its intended purpose as lubricant, Naomi began sliding her hand up and down his member, going all the way from his tip down the shaft to the root, and back up once again. Having someone else touch his most sensitive anatomy in such away, following all the painful minutes of unsettled arousal that ate away at him, brought forth feelings indescribable for Tenko.

Listening to Tenko's heavy breathing and noticing his body quiver so, Naomi giggled under his reaction, happy to bring him pleasures good enough to make him react so. Wishing to bring him even more pleasure, she leaned in to give his manhood a kiss on the tip, tasting some of the pre-cum that flowed from him.

"Mmm. It's salty." Naomi said.

Leaning further down with her mouth open, she engulfed his penis with her lips and cheeks, covering it completely in a warm, wet cushioning of her light suck. The stimulation, as mild as it was, was enough to drive Tenko even madder under it, moaning loudly under the act.

Slowly moving her head back up, Naomi continued her mouth's hold on his phallus, bringing it back up to the ridge of his head before slowly moving back down once again. She was not able to reach him all the way to his base, but the reach and depth that she did manage still stimulated the most sensitive parts of Tenko, making him still quiver and pant under her sucking.

His erection had become firmer under her treatment of it, still continuing to secrete its clear fluids, only to be slurped up by Naomi with her continued sucking. The continuous and heavenly treatment being given, Tenko soon felt his own orgasm approach, groaning louder as he clenched the floor.

"Naomi... I'm... I'm gonna... cum too..." Tenko moaned.

Finally feeling his release come, Tenko forcefully ejaculated in Naomi's still-sucking mouth, feeling forceful shots of white hot sperm hit the back of her mouth. Still continuing to suck his member even in his orgasm, she began drinking him and his entire load as it continued to flow.

When the majority of his ejaculation had finished, Naomi removed his penis from her mouth at last, gripping it tightly in her hand and wanking its foreskin as forcefully as she could to churn out the last drops of his seed. Keeping his head to her tongue, his last few spurts landed in her mouth, which she gulped down like the rest of his load.

Despite every ounce of semen that had shot out from him, a large amount in all, Tenko was still not fully satisfied. His erection was still hard and firm, showing no signs of subsiding even after the treatment it was given. Managing to lean himself back up off the floor, he took notice of this, as well as Naomi still gripping his member in her hand.

Still looking down at his piece, she looked back at him; her eyes glowing with an idea working behind it.

"I want you to be my first." Naomi said.

"What?" Tenko asked.

"I want you to make love to me. I've never had a man before, and I want you."

"You've... You've seriously never had a man before?"

"No, I never had a man before... I mean, yes, I had boyfriends, but I wasn't ready to have sex with them. Why? Is that bad?"

"No, I'm just... surprised you were able to do that, too."

"Well... You've never had anyone, and I've never had anyone, either. Seems just right, doesn't it?"

"But... Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. C'mon, up you go."

Standing up and picking him up off the floor, she led Tenko to the bed, laying down on it and encouraging him to join him. Stepping onto the bed, he slowly crawled up to Naomi, hovering over top of her, their faces meeting one another. Putting their two faces together, Tenko and Naomi kissed, allowing them to taste one another before their next act.

Feeling his head prod against her opening, Naomi broke off their kiss, pushing him off for just a moment.

"What? Is something wrong?" Tenko asked.

"N-No, nothing's wrong, I just... I need something to feel comfortable." Naomi said.

Going into her discarded pants, she retrieved her smartphone, pulling up her music application to retrieve and play the desired song to set the mood. Finding her selection out of her tracks, she chose Selena's 'Dreaming of You', setting the phone's speaker to max volume and letting it play.

The soft pop song set a peaceful tone in the air, bringing serenity to both Naomi and, to his own surprise, Tenko. This being the first time sampling the song before, he was pleased to hear the tune, finding its tone and calm vocals bringing him a sense of peace as it did Naomi.

"Do you like the song?" Naomi asked.

"Y-Yes... it's very nice. Are you... ready now?" Tenko asked.

"I am. Put it in me now."

With Naomi's guiding hand placing his member back up against her womb, she let it prod against her, feeling her lips just kiss his head as it was against her. Being just lightly coated with her own wetness, Tenko wanted to put himself all the way inside her, giving her all of him as she gave him all of her.

Still feeling some nervousness from the act, some tears falling from her eyes, Naomi grasped his hands in hers, almost clenching them in fear against what would follow. Leaning back in to give her a kiss, he relieved her of much of her fear with their lips meeting, tasting one another again before becoming one.

With one simple push of his hips, Tenko entered Naomi.

Pushing his full length inside of her, reaching all the way to the base of her vagina, Tenko and Naomi both shared a loud shout of a moan; both feeling sensations neither had indulged in before now. The grip of Naomi's hands grew even tighter, her fingernails drawing blood from Tenko's hands, but the walls of her womb gripping down on his member were even tighter and more pleasurable than any grip he could imagine.

Slowly guiding himself out of her opening, his organ was met with the soft ridges and groove of the cushioning that surrounded it, massaging every one of his nerve endings as he stimulated every one of hers. The sensory input was a dose almost too much to take in, forcing him to involuntarily drive himself back in once again.

Pulling himself back out slowly once again, Tenko felt his hips move on their own to force his re-entry and maintain his position inside. The repeated movement had brought the unfathomable stimulation once again to an overbearing influence on his mind, now making his movements in and out nearly involuntary.

Thrusting himself into Naomi over and over, there are no need for words to share between the two, and there is no drive to speak them. There is no more desire to hear the song still playing, but only instead focus on one another. There is nothing else in the room but the two, so the two focus on each other.

Meeting one another at the eyes, the two know that they are both in absolute pleasure, and they do not want this feeling to cease or stop. Naomi still kept her hands clenching down around Tenko's, keeping him close to her like she was trying to prevent him from ever getting away from her.

Tenko had no such intention of this possibility, proving it by pulling Naomi closer to him. Seating her atop of his folded legs, Naomi wrapped her legs around him and began riding him, putting the two in a lotus position. Pressing her body up against his, the two stayed close for a kiss, wrapping each other's arms around one another.

Releasing the tight pressing of their lips, the two took in the taste of each other's breath, both intent on taking in one another as much as possible. Holding Naomi tight in his arms, Tenko drove her on her back, putting the two back in a missionary position with him remaining holding her body against his.

"You feel... So good... I don't want... to lose this..." Tenko panted.

"You... won't... just... keep... going..." Naomi panted.

"No... I want this... forever... I've never felt... this good... in my whole life... I love you, Naomi..."

Feeling a familiar tension start to build up, Tenko knew that he would not last any longer against the repeated thrusting he was doing. Pushing himself so hard against Naomi that his crotch pounded against hers, he was fully intent on releasing every drop of his seed deep inside her, his body intent on making hers pregnant.

"I... I... I LOVE YOU, NAOMI!" Tenko screamed.

With one final thrust, Tenko came to orgasm.

Pressed up inside her as far as he could go, he held himself as tight against Naomi as he could hold her, trying to force as much of himself inside her as possible. Because of his action, forceful shots of semen began hitting the back of her womb, filling it to the brink with his seed.

Even with his previous ejaculation, he was still not lacking in semen to give for the efforts he was putting towards Naomi. Continuing to press himself further in, more and more arcs of his sperm kept shooting inside; his bursts hitting Naomi's cervix and giving her plenty of material to conceive a child.

Feeling a man close against her, delivering large doses of himself into her, Naomi screamed in pleasure, her vaginal walls seeming to clench down around him without conscious thought to squeeze out more of his seed for herself. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she encouraged him to continue his grand finish, her enjoying every second of his release.

Finally, after many more pumps, Tenko had given out from his efforts, ceasing him movements and panting heavily to recover his body. Taking in a load exuberant in volume, Naomi, too, had to stop, needing to remember just to carry through the natural act of breathing after their more-than-natural act they had shared.

Tenko had lifted himself above Naomi for a brief instance, taking in the sight of her and breathe in her exhales, but ultimately fell back down over her and slipped near sleep. He was not alone, as she, too, had been exhausted from their hard and passionate love-making session, and began losing all energy.

With both still holding each other tight, they fell into a deep and much-needed sleep together.


Slowly coming to from a slight case of thirst, Naomi began to wake up from her sleep and open her eyes. The darkness still in the room told her that the time was still somewhere in the night, but there existed one more important factor that stole her utmost attention over all:

Tenko was gone.

Remembering how comfortable she rested in his arms, she felt distraught that he was gone, wanting him back in her arms at that precise moment after last night. Worse yet, she feared that Tenko would be gone forever, and the love they had shared had been nothing more than him playing her.

Immediately fearing this possibility, Naomi sat right up out of the bed, feeling hateful of herself for such a mistake.

"[Oh, shit! Fuck, fuck, shit! I just slept with a total stranger! No, worse, you slept with a goddamn villain! He's a bad guy, and he knows who you are! And you fucked him! And he just left me! How could I be so stupid?! How could you be so stupid, Naomi-?!]" Naomi ranted.

In the corner of her eye was a sight that proved her initial theory wrong, seeing Tenko sitting on the balcony of the hotel room, alone and idle. Noticing that he was still present, her belief had lost its standing, ending her self-criticizing rant and making her calm once again.

Nonetheless, she felt concern for why he chose to be alone, deciding to join him outside. Taking a robe from the bathroom, she rested it over herself, not bothering to tie it. Opening the sliding glass door to the balcony, Naomi sat herself beside Tenko, looking to his face.

Futher to her surprise, Tenko was crying, covering his face to stifle his sobs. Reaching a hand over to his knee, she lightly rubbed it to comfort him.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you mad at me?" Naomi asked.

"No... I'm not mad." Tenko sniffled.

"Then what's the matter? I thought you liked last night."

"I did... I really did... That's the problem."

"How's that the problem?"

"You know who I am. I'm Tomura Shigaraki. A villain."

"I don't care about that. I like you for who you are, not because of what heroes call you or what you do."

"You don't understand. Do you know what 'Tomura Shigaraki' means? It means 'mourning', 'death', and 'unmovingness'. Do you know why that's my name? I killed my family."

Frightened to hear this news, Naomi gasped, covering her mouth with her palm in shock.

"My father hated heroes, and he... he hit me a lot. I was so scared as a child, and it had caused my Quirk to kick in early. When it did, I had killed them all. Not just him, but also everyone else that I loved and who loved me. All I wanted was to be a hero as a little boy, but my father hated that and hated me for it. A part of me regrets killing him because it's not something a hero would do... but the villain he put in me doesn't. Those hands you see on me when I'm on the news? Those are my family's hands. They're all that's left of them." Tenko said.

Pained to hear this tragic backstory from Tenko, tears began to flow from Naomi's eyes, her covered mouth stifling some sobs of her own.

"I'm not a good person at all. I love death and destruction. I love inflicting pain on others. I love unleashing chaos on this world. The feel of my family's hands on me makes me feel good and bad all at once. I love being a villain... but I love you, too." Tenko said.

"So you... you meant what you said last night?" Naomi asked.

"I did. You didn't run or were scared when you knew who I was, you wanted me for who I was, and... and I really did have the best time of my life last night. It wasn't just the sex, even though you were the first woman I've touched that I haven't hurt. You were so happy, and... and you made me happy, too."

With this new information, Naomi's tears began to turn to tears of joy; her cries still loud, but her emotions more positive from the news.

"Seeing you like that, I just don't ever want to see you hurt. But the way I live, that's inevitable. I want to keep you in my life, but I don't want to see you hurt. To keep you safe, I have to get rid of you... but I don't want to do that." Tenko said.

"So what do you want to do?" Naomi asked.

"I don't know... I just don't know."

Having many options to contemplate over in her mind, Naomi began thinking deeply over what to do next, on how to resolve this issue on her hands.

Her own side of the issue was not too different from Tenko's own; aware of his life and lifestyle, but unable to partake in or survive in such an environment. Even having him for one night, she knew that she wanted to have him with her for the rest of her life, but making that happen would be next to impossible.

However, there was one solution that shone through in her mind, above all else contemplated, even if it was insane above all else.

"I know what to do. Come back to America with me and we'll get married." Naomi said.

Startled to hear such a drastic suggestion, Tenko's face snapped to hers with a look of surprise, with a degree of hope behind it.

"What?" Tenko asked.

"We can get married and you can live in America with me. I live in Los Angeles, you'd have a nice place not too far from the beach, we can find a way to fake some documents for-" Naomi tried to say.

"No, no, I know that's doable, but... Are you sure that you want to marry me? You wouldn't just do it to get me to America?"

"Yes. I'm absolutely sure. Last night was the best night of my life, too. When I woke up and didn't see you, I was scared shitless that I did something wrong or you were a player or something. I know for a fact that's not the case with you."

"You know I'm a villain. You know I've done bad things. I even told you I enjoyed doing bad things. Why would you believe me now?"

"Maybe... it's because I just do. Because I love you, too."

Taking his hand in her own, Naomi held it close to her chest, wanting to keep him close to her heart.

"I love you, Tenko. Will you marry me?" Naomi asked.

His answer was brought with but a minute of hesitation, with his breath starting to increase and quiver. Mustering up the strength to give his answer, Tenko used his free hand to hold Naomi's over top his other hand, holding onto her as she continued to hold onto him.

Giving a smile, he gave his answer.

"Yes. I will marry you, Naomi." Tenko said.