Uraraka worried her bottom lip as she stared at the laptop screen in front of her. "And you're sure this is going to work?"

"I earned enough last month that I bought a new Hermès purse," came the disembodied voice of her friend through the speaker function on her phone.

That just made her chew on her lip harder.

The voice on the phone was her old friend from middle school. The girls had a standing call every Sunday since Uraraka left her rural home to attend U.A. She had been the only one in her class to go to Tokyo for high school, and her friend was thirsty for all of the exciting stories of life in the big city.

Unfortunately, living in the city was less exciting, and more expensive. A stack of bills were piled up on the table next to the laptop, all of which needed to be paid within the next week. Her parents sent her money when they could, but the last month had been lean, and she barely made rent. Next month was going to be worse. They had a big job coming up in two months, but it was going to be instant ramen three meals a day in order to get her there. She didn't know how she was going to pay most of her bills.

Uraraka had told her friend about her financial woes as a warning, but instead her friend had suggested a method of earning some cash: Paid dates with older men.

"I just don't think I'm going to attract anyone who will want to pay me to just go eat dinner with them.

"Ugh!" Uraraka could hear her friend roll her eyes at her. "Ochako, you're a cute girl in a big city. You'll get plenty of guys beating down your door to give you money. Besides, lots of girls do it."

Uraraka frowned. "Name one. Other than yourself."

"Well, Suki has been seeing…"

Uraraka's jaw dropped "Suki? She has a blobfish for a head!" She hated to bring up her classmate's quirk, but the poor girl was never going to attract a guy with that face.

"Doesn't matter," came the response. "Have you seen her boobs lately? She had a growth spurt! She sees some old guy once a week, sends him some pictures periodically, with her face cropped out of course, and in about three more months she's going to have enough money saved up for that plastic surgery she's always talked about."

Uraraka's teeth kept working at her lip, drawing blood. Well if Suki could do it…

She stared at the profile builder on the sugar baby website her friend had recommended. She was still slightly embarrassed by the pictures she had taken, first with her shirt unbuttoned, and another with her legs spread, showing her panties up her skirt. But neither picture showed her face or her private areas, and she wasn't wearing anything that would lead someone to guess her identity, or the fact that she was a student at U.A. All she had to do was click the "Post" button, and wait for the emails to come in.

She looked at the stack of bills again, and sighed heavily. Finally, she clicked. "I did it."

"Great! You won't regret it!"

"And you're sure I won't have to do anything sexual?"

"Well, you might need to give the guy a hand job once in a while…"

"Hana!" She stared at her phone, scandalized.

"What? How do you think I afforded my purse?"

"I'm not going to do that!"

"Don't worry about it, Ochako. You set the rules. All you have to do is tell your client no, and if he's a good one, he'll be satisfied with jerking off to your pictures instead."

Uraraka frowned. "And what if he's not a good one?"

"You float things, right? Send him on a one way flight into space."

She groaned in frustration at her friend. "I'm supposed to be a hero, you know."


Uraraka woke up the next morning to a hundred unread emails in her inbox.

On the one hand, this was good news, it meant security. She had plenty of men to choose from. Hell, if one guy wasn't able to help enough, she could have two! She hated to admit that the thought gave her a little thrill up her spine.

On the other hand, it made her more nauseous than using her quirk for an hour to think that there were that many men who wanted to… do things to her. In order to get on the site, she'd had to lie about her age, but it was obvious that she wasn't the only girl with an ad up who had. The site was notorious for being full of underaged girls.

She shut her laptop forcefully, and tried to put it out of her mind. She had a busy day at school ahead, and she had neither the time nor the wherewithal to sort through the pile of suitors right now. It would have to wait until after she finished her homework this evening.

A quick breakfast of dry toast and she was out the door, running up the hill to U.A. As she stepped onto campus she relaxed, smiling as she saw her friends Iida and Midoriya loitering in front of the building waiting for her. They waved her over and she rushed up to meet them, determined to enjoy her day.

Unfortunately, despite the distraction of school, her email inbox was on her mind all day. She was never so thankful that she still used a flip phone, or she'd have been checking her email constantly, and likely would have gotten caught staring at her phone by a teacher. Or worse, by one of her friends.

Finally, their last lesson for the day ended, and All Might dismissed them to the locker rooms. Uraraka sighed in relief as she peeled her tight costume from her body, and staggered wearily into the shower, standing under the falling water without moving for a minute to give her sore muscles some relief.

She could vaguely hear conversation coming from down the row of showers. Asui was turning down an invitation to the mall. She was in a similar situation she was in, her parents strapped for cash, and she had to pitch in to help with her siblings where she could.

Maybe she should tell her about the sugar baby site? She chuckled darkly. Maybe she should try it out first.

Cleaned and dressed, Uraraka made her way back down the hill to her apartment. She dawdled a little, window shopping in the stores she passed, not looking forward to the task waiting for her on her laptop. Eventually though, she made it home. She tossed her bag down next to her desk, sighed heavily, and turned on her computer.

There were now two hundred and fifty unread messages.

Uraraka went to her fridge and pulled out her one indulgence: a can of soda. She'd probably need more than one to get through all of these emails.


Hours later, she thought she found the one.

It was actually somewhat easier to sort through the emails than she thought it would be. Any guy who sent her a dick pic on first contact was immediately sent to the trash without hesitation. Any men over sixty were also sent to the trash. The last thing she needed was to start comparing her benefactor to her grandfather.

That whittled it down to just shy of a hundred emails, though a new one seemed to come in every couple of minutes. She read through the profiles, trying to find something that would make a guy stand out as a decent person. Anything at all.

She found it as she cracked open her third soda. The email contained no pictures, but the message was surprisingly pleasant.

I'm a young, wealthy guy, who wants to help out a woman who might be in a little trouble. Maybe you're living on your own and your expenses are too high. Maybe you have some bills piling up. I want to clear those up for you. If this is you, shoot me a text at…

-'oung '

There was something strange about the message that Uraraka just couldn't put her finger on. She opened her sugar baby profile in another window. No, she hadn't mentioned her financial troubles on her profile. How did he know? She shrugged. Maybe it was just some kind of form letter he sent out to all of the girls he messaged from the site.

She clicked on the link back to his profile, but it was frustratingly sparse. There were no pictures, only a couple of sentences describing him as a tall, blonde man, and his age was listed as "twenties". Well, Uraraka's age was listed as being in her twenties, so that didn't mean anything. Still, his location showed him as in the same district as her, so he was close.

She shut the window, and stared at the big red number of unread messages left in her inbox. She shrugged, and deleted them all except for the guy she chose. Pulling her phone out, she sent him a text.

Ochako (20:04):

Hi! This is Sp@c3C@d3t!

Thanks for reading my profile.

I'd be interested in meeting you

this weekend if you're free!

She didn't have to wait long for a response. The message came in while she was still holding her phone.

Unknown Number (20:05):

Great! How about

tomorrow at 8?

Ochako (20:06):

Sure!

Unknown Number (20:06):

Awesome!

Ochako (20:07):

Can you please send me a

picture so I know who you are?

I'll send one of myself too.

Unknown Number (20:09):

I'd rather maintain discretion

if you don't mind.

Don't want people seeing

your picture on my phone

or mine on yours

Uraraka frowned. That was odd. But then again, Hana did say that sometimes the men might be married.

Unknown Number (20:12):

Meet me at Morimoto's.

Wear a red dress with a

yellow flower so I know it's you.

I'll find you and say

"You look absolutely electric"

so you know it's me

Uraraka blinked in surprise; Morimoto's was a fancy restaurant. She was pretty sure they charged you just to smell the food. The good news was she had a red dress, and could pick a yellow flower from the field of wildflowers on her way home from school tomorrow. The restaurant was across town, though, so she'd have to get ready early and jump on the subway to be on time.

She smiled to herself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.


It was worse than she could have ever imagined.

Uraraka showed up at the restaurant ten minutes early, wanting to see if she could get a glimpse of her benefactor before he revealed himself. As she entered the restaurant, she scanned the dining room, a small smile on her face. She had to make a good first impression after all.

She was also feeling confident. Her sundress was light and airy. It had spaghetti straps and no back, so it nicely showed off her developing muscles in her arms and shoulders. She'd paired it with a pair of strappy shoes that had a good tall heel on them. When she sent a picture to Hana, she said Uraraka was going to impress her benefactor so much he was going to hand her all of his money just to look at her.

Her face fell when Kaminari, of all people, stood from his seat at a table in the center of the room, dressed to the nines in a dark suit and red tie. He smiled, and waved her over.

Shit. What the hell was he doing here? Was he here with classmates? Would he ask why she was here? What if her date saw her with him?

When he stood and started to walk over to her, Uraraka had to keep herself from turning tail and running away. She took a deep breath. No. She was a strong young woman, training to be a hero. She could just get rid of him, and convince her date to go to another restaurant when he showed up. She plastered a smile on her face.

"Uraraka! Wow, look at you!" sad Kaminari, grabbing her hands and holding them out so he could examine her dress. "You look absolutely electric!"

Uraraka's jaw unhinged in surprise. "You're 'Young and Wealthy'?"

Kaminari laughed. "Don't forget the '75'!" He gestured to his table. "Why don't we sit down and we can talk?" He offered his arm to her.

Uraraka nearly turned and left right then and there to go delete her profile and throw her laptop in the river lest she ever get such a cockamamie idea again. But she noticed his suit was well made and tailored to fit him. The waiter hovering nearby wasn't approaching to kick out a couple of kids who were going to fill up on bread and water. The confident smile on his face said that he belonged here, and she could too. She stared at his elbow for a couple of seconds, still absolutely stunned at this revelation. Finally she shut her mouth with a snap and took his arm.

Kaminari led her to his table, and pulled her chair out for her, making sure she was settled before crossing over to his side and sitting down. She was frankly a little impressed. If she'd known he could be such a gentleman, maybe she would have accepted his request for a date at the start of the year.

He flagged down a waiter, and requested sparkling water for the both of them. The waiter nodded, and scurried off to fill the order. "They know me here," he said casually. "I can get you something stronger if you like, it doesn't matter that we're not old enough."

Uraraka suddenly felt like she wasn't wearing enough deodorant as her nerves hit her like a truck. Right, she had to actually talk to him. "Um… no thanks," she managed without stammering. "I don't drink."

Kaminari shrugged, before picking up a menu. "Do you mind if I order for both of us?"

She shook her head. "You're paying after all. I'd feel bad about picking something that was too expensive."

Kaminari chuckled. "Oh, there's no need to worry about that." When the waiter returned, with their drinks, he placed their order, sending the man scurrying off again. "Now then," he said, folding his hands and locking eyes with her. "What are we doing here today?"

Uraraka took a deep breath in through her nose, and blew it out of her mouth. She leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice. "I'm living on my own in an apartment not far from school because my parents live too far away for me to live at home and attend U.A. The last couple of months have been tight, and I'm falling behind on some bills. A friend from middle school uses the same site, and she suggested I sign up."

Kaminari smiled. "Well, I'm glad I found your profile then. I'd hate for you to have to date some old geezer like most of the girls on that site end up doing."

Uraraka nodded, then something occurred to her. "Wait, Kaminari, did you know it was me?"

"Please, call me Denki!" came his easy reply. "And I hope I can call you Ochako.

Uraraka was taken aback a little by his forwardness, but figured it was a small concession she could allow. "Sure…"

Kaminari's smile grew wider. "As for your question, yes I did know it was you. I have to tell you I was very happy when you sent me your text."

"But how?" she asked. "I didn't have my face, or even my hair in any of the pictures."

Kaminari held up a hand. "I could see your finger pads in one of them." He shrugged. "It could have been another girl with a quirk that gave her fingers like yours, but I had to take a chance that it was you."

Uraraka groaned lowly, putting her face in her hands. And she'd been so careful to hide her identity too. She'd have to remember to take down that picture later.

"Hey, cheer up! I seriously doubt anyone else we know saw that picture, and we're far enough from campus here that we shouldn't run into any of our teachers." He took a sip from his glass. "I know how to maintain discretion."

"So you've done this before?"

Kaminari chuckled, shaking his head. "Discretion is a two way street, Ochako-chan. I won't divulge any of our activities to anyone, and you don't get to know what I do when you're not around. Fair?"

Uraraka set her mouth in a firm line. "Ok, fair." Still, something nagged at her. "Why are you doing this at all? I'm sure any of the girls in class would go out with you if you asked."

Kaminari shrugged. "I don't want to date, I just want a little stress relief. We're all working our butts off preparing for our exams, then we have training camp after that. I just want to relax and blow off some steam with a beautiful girl."

Uraraka blushed, reading between the lines of his little speech. She held up her glass. "Well I hope I can help with some of that." Kaminari gave her a thousand watt smile, and they clinked glasses.

The waiter returned with their food, and they fell into silence for a short while as they took their first bites. Finally, Kaminari put down his knife and fork and got to the point. "So, Ochako. What do you need, and what are you willing to do?"

The very delicious food in her mouth turned to ash. She swallowed, and schooled her face into a smile she hoped was either appreciative or seductive. She'd talked about this with Hana, what her "menu" would be. "Well… Denki…" his name left a funny taste in her mouth. It was weird calling a boy she barely knew by his given name. "I'm willing to give you phone privileges, including sending you naughty pictures from time to time…"

Kaminari shook his head. "Don't want that. Discretion, remember?"

Uraraka swallowed hard. "Right. Ok. I'm also fine with being arm candy, like going on dates or to social functions with you. And, I'm willing to do certain things… physical… things." She was sure she was blushing bright enough to land a plane in the dead of night.

Kaminari sat back in his chair, a knowing grin on his face. "Oh? A, B, or C?"

She took a drink of water trying to buy herself some time. OK, he's asking about how far she was willing to go; A for kissing, B for touching, C for sex. Right. Hana told her to set herself boundaries. She could do this.

"Um… Each date would be 10,000. At the end, I'd do A for an extra 5,000, and B for another 10,000. I'd rather not do C at all."

Kaminari nodded, taking another bite of his food. "Fair," he said around a mouthful of food. He swallowed, before leaning in closer, and lowering his voice. "What about a blowjob? You never take your panties off at all, I'll never see you fully naked, but you suck me off to completion. Would that be on the table for, say, 20,000? In addition to the rest of course."

Uraraka was stunned. 45,000 would pay her rent with enough left over for groceries for two weeks. Two dates, and she'd close the gap she needed to cover until her parents' big job started and they could send her money again. The way he switched from being charming to cutthroat unnerved her a little though. "Um… I've never…"

Kaminari grinned, shark-like. "That's fine. I don't mind teaching you what to do."

Uraraka took a deep breath, before finally nodding. "Yes. I think that would be fair then."

"Awesome!" Kaminari sat back, smiling the familiar charming smile again. He took another big bite of his food. Uraraka couldn't help but smile a little too, his expression was so infectious. She was about to put another morsel of food in her mouth when he spoke again. "90,000 for full sex. Not just once, the whole night. And I'll make it good for you."

Her chopsticks clattered on the plate, having fallen from her fingers in her astonishment. "What?" she whispered.

Kaminari leaned forward, his elbows on the table, and his chin resting on the backs of his hands. "You heard me. 90,000 for you to come back to my place tonight, spend the night, and have sex with me along with all of the other things we discussed. And I will make sure you get something out of it other than just the money."

She gaped at him like a fish. "You can afford to just give me that much money?"

He shrugged, leaning over to one side, and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. "I'm not just giving it to you, it's a fair exchange for a service." He passed it to her, motioning for her to open it. It was stuffed full of bills, all 10,000 notes. When she looked up at him, astonished, he just smiled. "My parents show their love with money and I have a generous allowance."

Uraraka was speechless. She wrestled with the part of her brain that was jumping up and down excitedly at the enormous amount of money he was offering to give her, versus the more rational part of her that was screaming this was a bad idea.

On the one hand, that much money meant she only had to do this once. She'd be covered for the two months, and would be able to put the whole thing out of her mind forever. Sure, it would be a little awkward that she'd be seeing Kaminari in class every day, but the lengths he'd gone to to maintain his privacy was reassuring that he wouldn't kiss and tell.

On the other hand, she'd never had sex before. She didn't particularly want to have sex yet. Sure, she'd thought about it, she was a teenage girl after all. She'd seen Midoriya and Iida with their shirts off while training a couple of times, and it made her face feel flushed, and her feel noticeably moist, but that was as far as it ever got. It was as far as it would get if she had anything to say about it.

Because if there was one thing her mother had drilled into her head before she moved away from home to live on her own, it was "No boys until graduation." Her mother's thirtieth birthday was coming up soon, and she'd told her daughter that the best gift Uraraka could give her was to not make her a grandmother. Uraraka had always known that her parents had been teenagers when she was born, and it had been a very hard life for them for a long time. Her mother was adamant that she not repeat the same mistakes.

The reluctant decision made to turn him down, she sighed. Well, 45,000 was nothing to sneeze at, and would be a big help. She passed the wallet back to him. "I don't think…" she started.

"I would wear a condom of course," Kaminari interrupted, taking the billfold. "I don't need any little boys or girls running around looking like me. My parents would cut me off!"

That was actually a lot more reassuring than she was expecting it to be. She took a deep breath and held it for a second. "OK," she said before she lost her nerve. Then, because she felt like she had to regain a little bit of control, she added "But we're going to my place, and you have to buy new condoms and unwrap them in front of me. They told us about boys keeping them in their wallets in health class last year, and how that's a good way to end up pregnant." She stared him down, trying to exude a level of calm and confidence that she just did not feel inside.

Kaminari just smiled. "Of course!" He put his wallet back in his pocket, and stood up. "It just so happens that this restaurant has bathroom attendants, and one of the items they offer are packs of condoms. If you'll excuse me, I'll go get some now."

At her nod, Kaminari stood, bowed politely, then walked away from the table. Uraraka let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. OK. One night, and everything would be solved. She could do this. It wasn't like Suki where she had to do it over and over again to be able to afford what she wanted. And plenty of girls her age were having sex. It wouldn't surprise her if she was one of the few left in her class who hadn't. It wasn't a big deal…

…right?


Kaminari sauntered into the men's room, smiling widely at the attendant sitting on a stool by his wares. He pulled out his wallet. "I'd like two packs of condoms, please."

The attendant grabbed the requested boxes, smiling and winking at his customer. "Here you are sir. No need for payment, everything here is complements of the house. Can I suggest a breath mint or some after shave?"

Kaminari pocketed the boxes. "No, thank you." He reached into his wallet, and pulled out a bill, stuffing it into the man's shirt pocket. "I would like some privacy though, if you please. Shy bladder. You understand."

The attendant nodded in thanks for the tip, and stood to leave.

Kaminari waited for a couple of seconds after the door was shut before he took a shuddering breath. He leaned on the counter, smiling maniacally at himself in the mirror. This whole thing was working out so much better than he expected! He'd really only planned on getting his dick wet when he went on that site in the first place, but then he found Uraraka? She was the stuff of dreams! And it only took a little cash to get her to agree to anything!

He pulled the condoms out of his pocket. Well, almost anything. He much preferred sex without them, but he could understand why she insisted. No big deal. He had a way around that.

The smell of ozone came first, then the electricity crackled around his arm and the packages in his hand. He maintained his quirk for a five count, then released it before it made him too stupid to function.

He inspected the packages once the last bit of lightning crackled away. The first one had a large burn mark on the front, but the second one looked intact. She wouldn't be able to tell he'd done anything to it.

He tossed the burned package in the trash and pocketed the other one, before walking out the door, nodding to the attendant on his way back to his table.


Uraraka missed the lock with her key three times before she finally got it in and opened the door. She turned to smile reassuringly at her companion, but she was certain it looked more like a grimace than a genuine grin. Still, Kaminari returned it amiably, and motioned for her to lead the way into her apartment.

Shit, she hadn't cleaned up before leaving this afternoon; she wasn't expecting guests after all. Scurrying over to the small kitchenette, she turned on the sink and started to scrub the dishes she'd left behind.

Kaminari looked around the room seemingly interested. Her apartment was a studio, with eight tatami mats on the floor. A fridge, sink, and cabinets were in one corner, and a door seemed to lead to a bathroom with a shower. In the middle of the room was a kotatsu, used only as a low table now that it was summer, and a TV sitting on the floor. "Nice place you have here," he said nonchalantly. "I'm actually jealous. It must be nice to live away from your parents."

Uraraka shut off the water, and ran to the center of the room, grabbing some laundry from under the table, and shoving it in her closet. "I'm sorry about the mess, I just…"

Kaminari held up his hands. "Hey! Hey, it's ok. I don't care if there's a mess."

Uraraka ran her hands through her hair, starting to panic. "Yeah, but… I… It's…"

Faster than she'd seen him move before, Kaminari stepped into her space, grabbed her arms, and planted a kiss on her lips.

Shocked out of her panic, Uraraka lowered her hands, putting them on Kaminari's upper arms. For a first kiss, it was… nice enough she guessed. His breath was pleasant, he wasn't using too much force. She wasn't getting the floaty, giddy feeling her girlfriends had talked about, but then she didn't exactly have feelings for the boy she was kissing.

Kaminari pulled back from the kiss, a lazy grin on his face. At least he seemed to enjoy it, that was the whole point after all. "There," he said softly. "And just like that, you've earned 5,000."

Uraraka tried to decide if it had been worth it. Especially considering the main course for the night was still forthcoming.

Kaminari stepped back, shrugging out of his suit jacket. "Why don't you get the futon out," he said. "I'll get the table and TV out of the way."

Nodding, Uraraka went to the closet to get out her futon. Her hands were shaking with nerves as she opened the closet door, and she had to force herself to calm down. She only had a one person futon, but Kaminari wasn't the tallest boy in the class, so they should both fit. She was just glad she had an extra pillow…

From behind her Kaminari cleared his throat, startling her out of her train of thought, and making her jump. "The floor is clear," he said.

Uraraka took a deep breath, and grabbed the futon in both hands. A glow from her fingers indicated that her quirk had activated, but she didn't mind; the futon was kinda heavy so floating it into place was a regular occurrence for her.

Released of her quirk and laid out on the floor, the futon looked usually inviting at the end of the day. Today she hurried back to the closet, and busied herself inside. "What are you looking for?" asked Kaminari

Normally, the answer would be her jammies, but today she only needed one part of them. "My gloves," she said as she pulled on art gloves which covered her pinky and ring fingers, but left her other fingers exposed. "I have to wear them to bed or else I'll end up on the ceiling." She chuckled humorously. "Or else you'll end up on the ceiling." Part of her kind of wished she hadn't put them on now.

Kaminari laughed too, and started to unbutton his shirt. "So, why don't you take off that dress now, and we'll get started."

Uraraka crossed her arms as if she were cold, though the air conditioner in her apartment hadn't been turned on that day. Last chance to back out.

From the corner of her eye, she could see the stack of bills sitting on her counter. A big red "Past Due" stamp on the outside of the envelope on top. Had she put those there? Maybe Kaminari did when he moved the table…

She shook her head. Now she was just trying to find any reason not to take her clothes off, and it was making her paranoid. "Can we turn the light off?" she asked in a small voice.

Kaminari didn't say a word, he just reached up to the pull chain on the light overhead, and pulled.

The room wasn't completely dark, it never really was. Light still filtered in through the windows which were left open for a breeze, curtains would have just interrupted the airflow. The street lights outside cast their yellow light all around, and some filtered into the apartment, casting large shadows on the walls. Uraraka took a deep breath, and pulled her arms out of her dress.

As the dress fell in a puddle at her feet, now it was Kaminari's turn to take a deep breath. The dress had spaghetti straps, and as such, she hadn't worn a bra underneath. When it dropped, all she had been left wearing was her gloves, a pair of bikini-cut underwear, and her shoes.

"You look ravishing," he said, opening his arms and walking up to her. "Absolutely delicious" He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned down, and kissed on her neck and shoulder.

Uraraka gasped at the sensation of his mouth on her skin. His shirt was silk, and it rubbed softly against her nipples in ways that made it hard to think. One of his hands drifted down her back to grab at an ass cheek, and she made an involuntary noise in the back of her throat when he squeezed.

Kaminari took that to mean he was doing something right, and moved his other hand down to grab her butt as well. He squeezed and massaged her flanks, his mouth working up one side of her neck, and down the other. "Take my shirt off," he commanded, before resuming his work.

With shaking hands, Uraraka reached between them, and pulled the shirt he had undone off over his arms and shoulders. His hot skin burned against hers, as they stood there in the dim light, chest to chest. Kaminari started to sway, as if dancing to music only he could hear. Uraraka went with it, matching his rhythm, but was unsure if it was something most guys liked or if it was just him.

Then it happened. His hands moved up her body, until they rested on his shoulders, and he pushed down. Uraraka followed his direction, slowly dropping to her knees. She ran her fingers down his torso as she went, which drew a shiver of pleasure out of him. Hana was right about doing that. If only she'd thought to ask her friend about how to give head.

On her knees, she was now face to face with his crotch. A heavy hand rested on her head, and Uraraka realized that he expected her to undo his pants and release him herself. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she undid the button, and lowered the zipper. Reaching a slender hand in through the fly of his boxers, she pulled out his semi-erect cock.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen a penis, she'd seen her father once or twice. Growing up in a one bathroom house meant accidents sometimes happened, and people walked in on one another. However, it was the first time she'd seen one up close. Seen one in a sexual connotation. Instead of shriveled and buried in wiry hair, this one was long and hard. It stood out proudly from his body, curving upwards. In the dim light, she could see that the head was exposed, a deep purple color, which leaked clear fluid from a hole in the tip.

She wasn't entirely sure where to start. It was supposed to go in her mouth, but then what? Would it even fit? Her hand barely fit around it!

The decision as to how to start was taken from her, when the hand on her head pulled her closer, and his hips thrust. It was either put it in her mouth, or it was going up her nose. She opened wide, and guided the head in past her teeth.

Kaminari groaned as his dick was surrounded by warm wetness. He clutched onto her hair, and thrust gently. "Watch the teeth," he murmured. "Yeah, like that. Swirl your tongue around the head."

Uraraka tried to pay attention to his commands, opening wider to avoid scraping him with her teeth, and moving her tongue around in a way that may have been sexy. But for the most part she was trying to concentrate on breathing. She felt like she'd taken too big of a bite of food, and was trying not to gag on it. She was sure that he wouldn't appreciate it if she chewed.

Plus there was the thrusting to contend with. Uraraka was being taken along for the ride here as he rocked his hips back and forth. She tried to move with him, but the hand in her hair prevented that, making it so his dick moved further and further back towards her throat. Finally she felt the head touch the back, and she gagged, trying to keep from throwing up her expensive dinner all over his expensive pants. She put her hands on his thighs and pushed, but he just held her there for a while, overpowering her efforts.

Finally he let her go, and she collapsed to the floor, panting for breath. A wave of nausea washed over her, but she managed to hold it in. Her quirk training was really paying off. She looked up at Kaminari, tears streaming down her face, and saw the hungry grin, like he was a predator who had cornered its prey. "That was pretty good," he said, kneeling down next to her. "It's not every girl who can deep throat me without blowing chunks." Uraraka wondered just how many had tried. "That's another 10,000 for touching, and 20,ooo for the blowjob. Normally I'd have finished in your mouth, but I don't want to have to wait for the refractory period to be over before I get a shot at that pussy."

Sniffing and wiping her eyes, Uraraka stood back up. She bent over to remove her shoes, but Kaminari grabbed her by the arm, and stood her up again. "Leave the shoes on," he said with a shark-like grin.

Confused, but needing to please her customer, she nodded her head, took a deep breath, and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties, dragging them down until gravity brought them the rest of the way to the floor.

Uraraka stood straight again, and she had to resist covering herself with her hands. Her last hope that her benefactor would faint at the sight of her nude body. While he certainly looked stunned, he remained upright. She sighed, and made her way over to the bedding on the floor, and lay down.

Kaminari danced excitedly over to the futon, hands rummaging in his pocket, and trying to remove his pants and boxer shorts as fast as possible. He pulled out the package of condoms from his pocket, and showed it to her. "Do these meet to your satisfaction?"

She had no idea. The package was black, and had some kind of Greek guy on the box. She did see however that the plastic wrap was still sealed, and nodded her agreement.

That hungry, shark-like grin grew on his face again. Uraraka felt like she might give up meat altogether if that was how it felt to be prey. He unwrapped the plastic wrapper, and opened the box.


Kaminari's hands were shaking with nerves and excitement as he pulled a gold foiled condom out of the box. Sure, it wasn't his first time, but this was Uraraka. He doubted he'd get another chance with her, let alone with a girl as sexy and curvy as she was.

…Well, unless his guess was right about who the ass in that ad he saw this morning belonged to…

He shook his head. Stay in the moment! Don't screw it up!

The foil on the condom had a burn mark on it, but he palmed it, and tore it open quickly. Between the dim light and the fact that she didn't seem to want to look at his penis he didn't think she'd notice. He rolled the rubber on.

Dropping to his knees, he lifted one of her legs up to his face, and placed a kiss on her ankle. He traveled up her calf, kissing every few centimeters. As he passed the knee, he hooked it over his shoulder, and continued up her inner thigh.

Uraraka didn't make any sounds, but her legs started to twitch as he got closer and closer to her center. He felt her sit up on her elbows, looking down at him. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you ready," he replied simply.

"Can't you just…"

He looked up. "You're not wet enough for me to push in. It will hurt." He bent back down towards her. "Trust me, you'll like it."

She gave him a skeptical look, but laid back down.

Kaminari got back to work, kissing his way in closer, until he kissed her lower lips directly. That earned him a gasp and a squirm, but he held tight to her thighs, stuck out his tongue, and got to work.


Uraraka didn't know if this was what the blowjob felt like on the other side, but she doubted it.

His tongue wormed its way inside of her, making her feel uncomfortably full. His breath was hot on her skin, and blew her hair around in a way that felt weird. His cheeks needed a shave, and prickled so much against her thighs that she opened them wider just to save her sensitive skin. He must have thought she was opening herself up to him for more though, because he attacked her with renewed vigor.

Then he found her clitoris, and her vision went white as he pursed his lips over it and sucked.

She arched her back and moaned gutterally. Where the hell did that come from? He backed off for a second to lick a finger before gently pushing it in, his mouth going back to her clit.

Uraraka lost control of her voice. A moan that travelled up the scale pierced the silence of the night. She slapped a hand over her mouth, lest she cry out too loudly, and disturb her neighbors. Kaminari seemed to appreciate the noises though, as he redoubled his efforts to make her do it again.

Finally he released her clit from his mouth and removed his finger, wiping it on the futon next to them. Guess she was ready then. Uraraka looked down her body at him, but he didn't look back at her. He kissed his way up her belly and chest, not saying a word. Uraraka lay her head back down, and closed her eyes, trying to even out her breathing. OK. This was it. Just breathe.

The first bump of the rubber covered dick against her center was too high, and the thrust rubbed roughly against her clit in an unpleasant way. He reached down to adjust, and found his mark on the next thrust. She gasped as the cock, much thicker than the finger that preceded it, pushed past her walls, crushing its way into her.

Thankfully it seemed that he was somewhat experienced, and he didn't move, holding himself inside of her while she clutched onto him tightly, and tried to get used to the feeling of the invasion. She was so full.

Kaminari kissed her hard on the lips, jamming his tongue into her mouth, and moaning softly. He came up for air a minute later. "Fuck that is a tight pussy!" he said to himself. Only now did he look at his partner. "You okay if I start to move?"

Uraraka wasn't sure that she was, but the sooner he started, the sooner they'd be done. "Sure," she said through clenched teeth.

Nodding, he grabbed her thighs, and lifted her legs up over his hips, opening her up wider for him. After slowly withdrawing halfway out, he thrust firmly back in, plumbing depths yet unreached within her. He then took up a steady rhythm, thrusting deeply each time.

Uraraka felt like she was being taken for a ride. He wasn't looking at her face anymore, his nose was buried in her neck. He grunted and groaned like an animal, not saying anything intelligible. She felt like she was being used as a warm hole more than anything. Well, if he was willing to pay 90,000 for a warm hole, that was his business.

Then something changed. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. While she was still not quite used to the invading phallus inside of her, it had honestly felt a little clinical. The latex condom almost felt like an instrument her doctor might use. Sure, it was warmer than the speculum, but the heat was muted.

All of a sudden his cock was hot. It melted her from the inside, and made her gasp. Her head swam with emotion and feelings as he plunged into her. She wondered if maybe his quirk activated as her nerves buzzed with the new sensations. "Uh… Denki?" She managed. "I think…"

Kaminari must have noticed the difference too, as it affected a change in him as well. He pushed up off of her, keeping himself inside, and adjusted her legs again. Now instead of hooking her knees over his waist, her legs were raised up until her ankles were by his ears. He then leaned down again, folding her nearly in half, until her knees pressed against her tits, and started to thrust again. This new position allowed him to get deeper than he had been before, and their skin clapped loudly like a lewd metronome as he picked up the pace, fucking her hard.

Uraraka was having a hard time breathing as he pressed his weight against her. She couldn't move, couldn't get away if she wanted to. "Denki!" she said, but he must have mistaken the cry as pleasure, rather than the building panic.

It did make him look at her for the first time since his penis went inside of her though. He was breathing hard, a grimace of a smile on his face. His eyes were wild, and the pupils blown wide, mere slivers of gold around deep pools of black. "You're so amazing," he groaned. "So tight! So sexy! I'm going to blow any second now. Beg me for it."

Uraraka could only look at him in confusion. "What?"

"Beg me for my cum. Tell me you want me to cum."

"Why?"

"Just do it!" he said through gritted teeth. "It gets me off. I've got a condom on, there's no reason to worry." He leaned down, and whispered in her ear. "I'll give you another 10,000. An even 100,000. What do you say?"

Uraraka could feel something building inside of her too, like a wave of pressure deep within her. It was making it hard to think, hard to make decisions. "I w-want you to cum," she managed between gasps.

Kaminari growled. "Louder!"

"I want you to cum!" she shouted. "Give it to me!"

"Inside?"

"Yes! Cum inside me!"

Kaminari slammed home, pushing in as deeply as he could. He drove her into the futon, and let go of what control he had left. Uraraka could feel him pulsing within her, his cock throbbing like some kind of pump. Then he reached around with one hand, and strummed on her clit again, and this time she was sure he used some of his quirk as she felt the nerves hum. It made the pressure wave within her build quickly, until it finally crashed, and she could feel her own internal muscles clench rhythmically around him.

Then there was a wetness that she wasn't expecting. Did it come from her? It felt sticky, and slimy and slid down her ass to the bed below. She also felt fuller than she expected, but maybe that was just the condom inflating with his fluids?

Kaminari held them together in that position for what felt like an eternity while he rode his high. Finally, gasping for air, he withdrew, and rolled over onto the futon beside her. He put a hand on his head, and lay there catching his breath, enjoying the come down.

Uraraka also fought for breath, but her main concern was how sticky she felt. She was going to need a shower after all of this. Was it normal for girls to make that much fluid? She'd never felt anything like that before. She sat up and inspected herself with a finger. It came away covered in a white fluid.

Wait a minute. She remembered health class last year. That meant…

She looked over at Kaminari's crotch. Wrapped around the base of his cock was the red rubber condom, but it only covered the first couple of centimeters. The rest of his dick was bare, throbbing, and leaking the same white fluid from the tip.

Her eyes went wide with fear. "Denki! The condom broke!"

Kaminari looked down at himself. "Oh, shit, did it?" he said. He reached down, and pulled it off. "Damn, I'm sorry about that."

She wanted to strangle him. "You're sorry!? I'm going to get some kind of disease or something!"

"Hey!" Kaminari looked insulted.

"I don't know your sexual history!"

"Yeah, but I'm not diseased! I get tested!"

Uraraka ran her hands through her hair. "Ok, but what about pregnancy?"

Kaminari shrugged. "Is it a safe day?"

Uraraka thought back to her last period. They weren't always regular, especially since she started at U.A. It could be one. "Maybe?" she hazarded.

"There, you see? No big deal. I'm clean, and you're not fertile right now. Besides, they told us in health class last year that many women have a hard time getting pregnant, and that it could take months. You'll be fine." He stood. "Well, I need to go pee real quick, and you should too. Don't want to get a UTI!" He chuckled to himself as if he'd told a joke. "Then in ten or fifteen minutes we should be able to do it again."

Uraraka looked up at him. "Wait, again? I thought you'd be going home!"

He shook his head. "No, our deal was to spend the night, remember? It's going to take more than one shot to satisfy me. Though I must say that begging me to cum in you really hit the spot. Think you could do it again? After all, it's a safe day, and you've already got cum in you. What's the harm?"

Without another word he turned and went to the bathroom. Uraraka watched as he turned on the light, and peed with the door open, the urine splashing noisily in the toilet. She winced as she felt another glob of cum leak out of her, and wondered just what exactly she got herself into.


Uraraka didn't sleep a wink all night. The presence of a body next to her in her futon kept her awake. She noticed Kaminari didn't seem to have any trouble sleeping; he must have been used to it.

She chuckled drily to herself. No, it wasn't just that she wasn't used to sleeping next to someone. It was also that she wasn't used to sleeping naked. That the load of cum inside of her pussy kept squishing around whenever she moved. That he woke up every couple of hours, rolled over on top of her, and started pumping away at her.

Whenever he came over for another round, she didn't move, she didn't even make a sound. She just let him do what he wanted, while she looked at the wall across the room. As far as she was concerned, he paid for her participation only once.

He tried to coerce other activities out of her, another blowjob or anal, but she refused him. He offered more money, but she didn't need it. He offered to go down on her in exchange, but she wasn't interested. She just wanted the sun to come up so that she could say she had fulfilled her end of the bargain to spend the whole night with him, and kick him out.

Finally the summer sun rose in her windows just before six, and Uraraka stood from her futon on shaky legs. She winced as a torrent of white cum seeped from her core and dribbled down her legs. She looked down at Kaminari, who was sleeping like he didn't have a care in the world. She kicked his foot. "Oi. Time to get up."

His steady breathing hitched, and Kaminari opened his eyes. He sat up, yawning and stretching, offering her a lazy smile. "Good morning, Ochako-chan!"

Uraraka merely grunted in acknowledgement. "Can you show yourself out? I need a shower."

Kaminari's smile didn't falter at her coldness. "Sure! Let me just get dressed."

She turned her back on him. "Leave the money on the kitchen counter, Kaminari. I'll see you in class." She walked into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Turning on the water in her shower, she sat on the toilet to pee and wait for the water to heat up. She was still leaking his cum. How much had he put into her? She shook her head. No. Best not think about it. Like he said last night, it would probably be ok. Plenty of women had sex without ever getting pregnant, even when they were trying to. This whole thing was over, and she'd never have to see another penis again if she didn't want to. She certainly never wanted to see his.

She could hear him shuffling around out in her apartment as he got dressed. Finally he shouted "It was a pleasure doing business with you!" through the bathroom door, and she heard her front door open and shut. Standing from the toilet, she peeked out of the door to make sure he was really gone.

The apartment was empty. She ventured out, looking on the counter of her kitchen, and found ten, crisp, 10,000 bills, slightly bent in the middle from being folded over in his wallet. A wave of relief washed over her. It was done. She could put it out of her mind forever, and get on with her life.

After showering off the night's sweat and cum, she felt a little better, if still a little squishy inside. Dressed in a t-shirt and flannel pants, she decided to call in sick to school, and just spend the day in bed. Unfortunately, when she drew back the blanket to climb in, she saw the rather large wet spot she'd been stewing in all night. She sighed, gathered her bedding, put on her shoes, and started the hike to the laundromat.


The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Uraraka paid her bills, took down her ad from the website, and concentrated harder on school. She passed her exams, including the practical exam against Thirteen. She'd been really proud of how she'd been able to use her martial arts to take down a pro hero, even if they were handicapped.

Then they went to training camp. She'd never worked so hard on her quirk. She felt sick a lot of the time from overusing it. She fell asleep exhausted at the end of the day, and woke up the next morning still feeling a little nauseous. But that was the point of course, use it until she got sick, then use it some more. Go Beyond, Plus Ultra.

She'd even gotten to know the girls in her class better. They'd bonded at night, gossiping with each other in the shared bedroom or when relaxing in the hot spring. When the discussion inevitably turned to boys, Uraraka stayed silent, despite prompts from the others to join in. She just shrugged, said she had nothing to contribute, and left it at that. She did, however, learn that she was in fact the first girl in either class A or B to have sex. Not that she was about to tell any of them about her first time.

It all came crashing down when the League of Villains attacked the camp and kidnapped Bakugo. She herself had had to fight off Toga in order to save Asui, something she was very happy she'd been able to do. She'd come to look at the froggy girl as a sister.

She felt bad for Bakugo of course. Despite his temper, he was a classmate, and seemed like an OK guy with a code of honor. He'd treated her with respect in their fight in the sports festival, and even brought her jacket back to her after she'd been carried out of the arena without it. She would have liked to help save him, but thought it was best left to the professionals. Not that her classmates all agreed with that assessment.

She was happy when she heard that he'd been rescued, and looked forward to seeing him in class again. However, with the news that he was safe came an additional directive from U.A.: In order to better protect the students, the school. was going to implement a mandatory dormitory system at no additional cost to the students.

The letter explaining the new policy fell from her fingers as she read it. On the one hand, it was great news. She no longer had to worry about rent money, and she could eat most of her meals on campus, rather than having to buy a lot of groceries. Her parents would be ecstatic.

On the other hand, it meant that it had been for nothing. If she'd just waited, all of her problems would have been solved without needing to sell herself.

She suddenly felt sick, and rushed to the bathroom, heaving her lunch into the toilet.


A week later, Uraraka was moved into her new dormitory room. It was a little smaller than the apartment she'd lived in, but it was nice. She had her own private toilet, the communal showers were just down the hall, and she didn't even share a wall with anyone. It was nice to be able to sleep through the night without neighbors playing their music too loudly.

The only other girl on her floor was Ashido, with whom Uraraka was now good friends after training camp. It was great having her so close by. They quickly fell into a habit of getting dinner and doing their homework together in one or the other's room.

One night they were in Uraraka's room when Ashido cursed under her breath. "Shit." She looked up, a grimace on her face. "Do you have a tampon? I think I just got my period."

Uraraka looked up from her homework and nodded. "Yeah, there should be a pack in my bathroom under the sink."

Ashido smiled in thanks, rushing to the bathroom before she made a mess on her friend's floor.

Uraraka continued to work on her homework while listening to her friend rummage through her bathroom. However, Ashido had to call for help. "Ochako, are you sure you have some in here? The package I found was empty, and I'm not finding another one."

Uraraka stood and came into the bathroom. The package of tampons she knew was under her sink was in Ashido's hands, and it was indeed empty. That was strange. She brought that box from her apartment when she moved in, but she couldn't remember using any. "Um. Sorry Mina. I could have sworn there were some in there."

Ashido waved off her concern. "It's all right. I'll just run to my room and get one real quick." She threw the empty box in the trash. "You'd better put it on your shopping list now, before you forget!"

Uraraka stared at her trash can, her mind racing. "Yeah… I'd better."


No…

No, no, no…

NO.

It didn't matter how often she said it. How often she looked away and then looked back. How much she pinched herself trying to wake up. The test still said the same thing every time.

PREGNANT

She threw the test across the room, put her face in her hands, and cried.

When the last tear had fallen, she realized that she felt more angry than she ever had before.

Angry enough to strangle Hana.

Angry enough to castrate Kaminari.

Angry at herself.

She sighed. Yes, Hana had suggested the site, and yes, Kaminari had coerced her into having sex, but she'd agreed to all of it. It was as much her fault as it was the other two.

Still, it took two to tango, and her dancing partner needed to help her with this. It wasn't as if she was going to ask her parents for help. They'd pull her out of U.A. and make her come home. Maybe even have the baby. No, it was best that she figure this out with the guy who got her into this mess in the first place. She chuckled darkly to herself. Considering how enthusiastic he'd been after the condom broke, it might not even be the first time he knocked up a girl. He probably knew where to go and how much it cost to get an abortion.

She thought back to the night they went around checking out each other's dorm rooms. Kaminari was on the third floor, the second room from the back of the building. She gave herself a determined nod, walked out onto her balcony, and floated herself up to the roof, crossed the expanse, and floated down slowly on the boys' side of the building. She went up and down along the walls between the windows so as not to attract attention, the last thing she needed was for Yaoyorozu or Kirishima to notice her going past and come out to see what was going on.

Finally, she landed softly on Kaminari's balcony, and looked in the window. He was standing there, wearing the same suit he wore on his date with her, preening in the mirror. She frowned as a wave of jealousy washed over her, but quickly stamped down on it. She didn't care about him seeing other girls. All she cared about was getting this thing out of her uterus that he put in there.

Steeling herself, she knocked on the slider. Kaminari looked over at her, surprised at the noise, but then smiled and came over to let her in. "Well hey there, Ochako!" he greeted. "What a pleasant surprise! Come in!"

Uraraka entered without a word, and sat on his bed. She struggled to find the words she needed. Just spit it out already!

Kaminari leered at her. "Are you here for business, or pleasure? I'm afraid I can't stay long, I have a date, but I'd be willing to pay for a quickie. Just something to clear out the pipes."

The jealousy was still there, but now Uraraka blazed with fury at his nonchalant attitude. "I'm not here for that, Kaminari," she bit out. She looked up at him, dead in the eyes. "We have a problem. I'm pregnant."

Kaminari froze, a look of absolute shock on his face. Uraraka couldn't help the smug grin that grew on her face. Good. He was realizing the consequences of his actions. Now he would just give her some money, and she could…

He blinked. And then that easygoing grin reappeared. He shrugged. "That sucks. You'd better go get an abortion, or they'll kick you out of school." He walked back to his mirror, and adjusted his tie.

Uraraka was dumbfounded. "It's your baby," she tried. "You know, after you dumped like eight loads of cum in me? Since it was 'too late anyway, may as well go bare for the rest of the night'?"

Kaminari didn't look away from the mirror. "So? It's not like you're going to have the kid or anything."

Uraraka ground her teeth. "I need you to give me money so that I can get an abortion."

He smiled in the mirror. "So you ARE here for a quickie!"

Uraraka made a face. "I'd rather jump off a building." She sighed, trying to stave off a headache by pinching her brow. "Look, just give me some money, and I'll get out of your hair so you can go on your date."

Finally he turned. Walking up to the bed, he bent over, putting his face right next to hers. The grin on his face was no longer easygoing, but wild, manic. "And why would I do that?"

She flinched back, but steeled herself. "Because if you don't I'll tell everyone that it's your baby."

Kaminari stood up straight, laughing loudly. "And I'll just deny it!" He pulled out his phone, swiping a few times. "I noticed you took down your profile," he said. "Shame, really. You could have made a lot of money. But as a little insurance, I made sure to get a screenshot." He showed her the phone. There on the screen was a picture of her profile. Then he swiped right, to show that he'd saved her pictures too, including the one that had her finger pads in it. "So you see, all I have to do is say that you were selling yourself for money, show the proof, and it will convince everyone that anybody could be the father."

Uraraka blanched. She felt lightheaded. She felt like she was going to puke. "But… DNA! I'll get a DNA test!" She was grasping at straws and she knew it, but she had to do something.

Kaminari clicked his tongue. "Pretty sure they don't do DNA tests on an aborted fetus, so you'd have to carry to term. And even then, why would I submit to the test? Besides," he leaned in closely again, his voice lowering to a whisper, "how are you going to pay for a test?"

The phone in his hand buzzed. Uraraka saw the notification on the screen didn't include a name, but she thought she recognized the number.

Kaminari stood, grabbing her under the arm, and leading her back to the balcony. "Now if you'll excuse me," he said roughly, "I'm running late, and need to get downstairs for my date. He shut the door in her face, and locked it

Uraraka stared through the glass as he left the room through the door without looking back at her. Fat tears streamed down her face as she stared into the dark room. Tears she didn't even know she still had. She turned, wiping her nose and face with her hands, as she tried to get ahold of herself before she went back to her room. The last thing she needed was to lose control mid-float.

Her mother was going to kill her. She would never be a hero. She'd never see her friends…

The tears dried up instantly as she finally realized whose number had flashed up on the screen; who was his date for the night. When it showed up on her own phone, it was accompanied by a croaking frog ringtone…

Desperately, she leaned out over the railing of the balcony to look out in front of the building. Though it was getting dark, the pathways were all lit up, and she could see Kaminari's blonde hair as he walked down the sidewalk to the campus entrance. Asui was nowhere in sight. Good. He probably was having her meet him at a restaurant somewhere like he did on their date.

Leaping over the railing, Uraraka used her quirk on herself to slow her descent to the ground. As soon as she landed, she raced after him.

She caught up with him as he walked through the forest that surrounded the campus. The nearest streetlamp had a dead bulb, and it was eerily dark between the puddles of light of the other lamps in the row. She grabbed him roughly, and spun him around to face her.

"Waa!" he shouted, his quirk lighting up defensively for a second, until he saw who it was. The manic grin came back. "Now, Ochako-chan, I thought we already discussed this! There's no need to get jealous, my arrangement with my date is just as much about business as my arrangement was with you."

Uraraka ignored him. She pointed a finger at him accusingly. "You're going on a date with Tsu, aren't you?"

Kaminari looked at her with a guarded expression. "So what if I am?"

She grit her teeth. The fire that she'd wished she'd had for her own sake blazed hotly for her friend's. "Call her up and cancel. Right. Now."

He shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't do that. It's not gentlemanly to skip out on a date."

"You're no gentleman!"

Kaminari put a hand on his chest. "You wound me!" Then he shrugged. "But you're not wrong." He turned to leave again, when a thought struck him, and he put a finger on his chin. "Do you think if Tsu got pregnant she'd have tadpoles? Or a regular human baby?" He shrugged. "Maybe if we're lucky, we'll find out."

No.

No.

Her body moved on its own.

Uraraka spun Kaminari around again, and then slapped him as hard as she could across the face.

He collapsed to the ground, one hand on the cheek she had struck. "You little bitch." His eyes were wild with fury, and he stood up to counterattack…

But the blow never came.

When he tried to get purchase on the ground to launch his attack, he found it wasn't there. Uraraka smiled darkly as Kaminari looked down at his feet, and realized that he was no longer tethered to the Earth by gravity, floating mere centimeters above it. When he looked up at her, she smiled, waggling her fingers at him. The pads were still glowing a little from activating her quirk.

"What are you doing?" His voice was calm, but there was a thin note of fear at the end that gave Uraraka more satisfaction than he ever did in bed.

She grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, and pushed gently upwards, lifting him over her head. "I'm being a hero to my friend by making sure you don't do to her what you did to me." With that, she let go, like a child with a balloon on a string.

Panic overtook Kaminari as he realized what was happening. Before he could get too far away, he grabbed onto the only thing he could reach, the hair on Uraraka's head. She cried out in pain, but he didn't care. It stopped him from floating away. "Wait! We can work something out!" He pulled himself back down, grabbing onto her shoulders. "You need money for the abortion right? I can give you some!"

Uraraka shook her shoulders to dislodge him, but he was stuck fast. He wasn't going to let go until she let him down. She looked up at the night sky, clear overhead as the path cut through the trees. Despite the light pollution, she could still see a few stars twinkling above. She always did like looking at the stars.

She lifted her hands up. Kaminari smiled and nodded, encouraging her to tent them and release her quirk, but instead, she put all ten fingers on her own chest, and they glowed once more. With a kick, she sent the two of them floating straight up at a rapid pace.

"No no no no NO!" shouted Kaminari as they rose into the night sky. He tried to climb down her body, but they were already too far away from the ground. He searched around, but no trees were in reach for him to grab onto. He let go with one hand, lightning surrounding his hand as he activated his own quirk. "Let us down now, or I'll electrocute you!"

Uraraka smiled darkly. "You can't. I'm not grounded."

He shut off his quirk, and grabbed her by the neck. "Let us down gently, or I'll strangle you!

She looked down. "If you killed me with your bare hands and my quirk released on its own— which I'm not sure it would— we're about fifty meters up now. That's a hard fall down onto concrete. Think you'll survive? Best case scenario you'd break your legs, if you fell right." She shook her head. "No, I think up will be better. I wonder if it will be like drowning? You know, when the air gets thinner and thinner until we suffocate. They say that's the least painful way to die."

Fear overcame his expression as he realized what she was saying. "But we'll both die!"

Uraraka looked up again. It was amazing, but she could swear that the stars looked bigger already. "You know, if this hero thing didn't work out, my backup plan was to be an astronaut," she said softly. She looked back into his eyes, feeling nothing for what she was doing to him. "I guess I get to do both."


Author's notes:A good rule of thumb for converting Japanese Yen to US dollars is that there are about ¥100 to $1. It's not quite that much, but close enough for our purposes. Kaminari is offering Uraraka about $900 to sleep with her. Then another $100 for her to beg him for his cum.This was another one of those "My muse came up with an idea and wouldn't let me let go of it" fics. I don't typically like dead dove material, but it's always good to stretch your wings and try new things. I think this turned out pretty well, and I hope you enjoyed it.