Thank you everyone for all the support! Super excited to post this last chapter and I have a special surprise by Cleysoncafe. Go to my twitter at TeaPlease1717 to see. :) Big thank you to my friend, Lady Ravenhart for the gift.

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Shouto's shoulders slumped, and he moaned. His eyes slid closed as Yaoyorozu's mouth moved over his.

Was this really okay?

He didn't know. All Shouto knew was that despite having every reason to reject this fantasy, he couldn't help but desire it.

Hesitantly, his fingers skimmed up Yaoyorozu's shoulder to her throat.

If he let himself go in here, would it be okay? He wouldn't be hurting anyone. This world wasn't real anyway.

He could still become a hero.

Shouto's fingers slid along the curve of Yaoyorozu's jaw up to her chin, lifting gently. He pressed his lips against hers as he kissed Yaoyorozu back. She made a low pleased noise, and the sound sang through his veins.

Truthfully, Shouto didn't know why he chose to dream of his seatmate naked or why his heart rose in his chest at Yaoyorozu's words of affection. All he knew was that despite what he said, he wanted this—more than anything. He wanted to be with Yaoyorozu like this.

Was that why he was here?

Yaoyorozu's fingers combed through his hair, tangling in the red and white strands as her lips turned demanding. A shiver ran through Shouto's body.

His free hand skimmed over the smooth skin of Yaoyorozu's exposed waist, and Shouto glided his fingertips along the hem of her skirt to grasp her hip. His thumb stroked over her hip bone, and she made a small whimpering noise against his mouth that made Shouto's heart race.

Slipping his hand around her back to lay flat against Yaoyorozu's lower back, he steadied them as he deepened the kiss.

Shouto wasn't like Midoriya, who was motivated to save strangers or Bakugou, who wished to be the strongest. Shouto's desire to protect others had always been a lot more selfish. A lot more base.

He wanted to protect the life he had gained and those he had come to care about. It was an entirely selfish wish, but Shouto wanted to do whatever it took to create a world where the people he cared about most could be happy.

That's why he was here, he realized. In order to protect Yaoyorozu and all the people he treasured in the real world, he needed to give into this hallucination now so that his corrupt desires of wanting to love and be loved would be sated, and he could focus on becoming a true hero.

A hero without vices.

A hero that could defeat Dabi.

The realization filled him with resolve. He pulled Yaoyorozu closer and arched her against him. He nipped her lower lip. Yaoyorozu moaned, and Shouto swept his tongue inside her mouth, sliding along and entwining it with hers.

His hands slid further down her body and over the pleated skirt to grasp her ass as he guided them back towards the folding chairs.

If he was only going to give in to his desires this once, then he wasn't going to hold back. He'd take whatever this Yaoyorozu he dreamed of had to offer.

Shouto sank down into a chair, pulling Yaoyorozu onto his lap so that she was straddling him. His lips returned to hers hungrily as one hand slid around her waist, and the fingers of his other glided up her supple thigh.

Just this once, he'd let himself enjoy her.

Shouto broke the kiss and pulled back slightly to kiss across Yaoyorozu's face and down her throat. She shuddered, arching into him.

Dipping his head down, Shouto nuzzled her throat as his hands squeezed her flesh, and he rolled his hips up into hers.

Just this once, he would pretend Yaoyorozu was his.

He ran the tip of his tongue along her neck and nipped at the skin below her choker. She gasped, and the sound went straight to his cock. He licked the spot then pressed his lips to her flesh, sucking the patch of skin and making sure to apply enough pressure to leave a mark. She moaned, and squirmed on his lap.

Now that he wasn't restraining himself, Shouto realized how hungry he was for Yaoyorozu. Touching her ignited a fire in his gut. Not the scorching, incinerating heat that was Dabi's quirk or the burning of his own, but a low warmth that wrapped around him and coiled in his stomach, making his heartbeat quicken.

Shouto kissed back up Yaoyorozu's throat and returned to her mouth to press his lips to hers hard. His hands glided up her sides. Yaoyorozu trembled as his fingers ghosted over the soft skin underneath her uniform top.

He pulled back and glanced up at her. "Is this okay?"

Her eyes were dark and pupils blown, skin flushed. He felt himself harden as he stared at her.

Fuck, she was beautiful, and he wanted her. He wanted her so much.

She nodded. And Shouto wasted no time as his fingers hooked into the material of her top, and he pulled the uniform and her black sports bra up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were dark and peaked. Shouto's heartbeat quickened.

He grasped her chest, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. Yaoyorozu's eyes fluttered closed, and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand as she made a strangled noise.

Shouto tweaked her nipple again, and Yaoyorozu quivered in his arms.

"You're sensitive here." Shouto smirked, as he massaged her breasts.

Yaoyorozu whimpered, rubbing herself against him unconsciously. "Don't say embarrassing things," she chastised, breathless. Her chest heaved as she watched him through long lashes.

Shouto's smirk grew wider. "Sorry, I can't help it. You're too cute," he teased, leaning down to take one of her dusty nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip. Yaoyorozu's eyes closed, and her head fell back as she moaned low in her throat.

His other hand skimmed up the side of her thigh to the edge of her pleated skirt before sliding under to grasp her bottom.

Momo jerked as his hands dug into her soft flesh. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tighter, hanging onto him while he licked and sucked her until Yaoyorozu was keening and wiggling against him.

After a few moments, Yaoyorozu pulled slightly back to look down between their bodies. Shouto's cock strained against his sweats, aching for her.

"You can't fight with this." Yaoyorozu's eyes were dark and lust-filled as they met his. "Please allow me to assist you."

Shouto's gaze widened as she reached down, and her hand grasped him through his pants, rubbing over his hard length.

"Yaoyorozu..." Her name caught on his tongue as a low groan tore itself from his throat. Even through the cloth, her hand felt so damn good on him.

"It's fine." She pushed up to kiss his neck, and Shouto felt her smile against his throat.

"Like I said, let me show you," she said, laying gentle kisses along his neck and jawline until her lips skimmed against his ear. "Let me love you."

Something warm clenched in Shouto's heart at her words, and he shuddered as her breath brushed against his ear.

Yaoyorozu slid off his lap and pulled her orange cheerleading top the rest of the way off. Shouto's heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched at the sight of her uncovered chest.

Shouto licked his lips and leaned back in the chair as he watched Yaoyorozu through half-lidded eyes. Her stomach glowed, and she pulled out a dark green zabuton.

Laying it on the floor, Yaoyorozu moved between his legs and knelt down on the pillow in front of him. She reached up, and Shouto shifted to allow her to pull down his pants. He felt his cock catch slightly before coming free.

Yaoyorozu's eyes widened as she stared at him. Her mouth was faintly agape.

"You're so big," she whispered; her breath ghosted over his length, making Shouto tremble. Then she reached out to take him into her hands.

Precum leaked from the tip. Yaoyorozu swiped her finger across the top, spreading the liquid over his cock's head. Then she leaned forward and kissed him before slowly lowering her lips over the head, pushing back the foreskin with her tongue.

Shouto shuddered.

Her mouth was so, so warm and felt incredible around his cock.

Pleasure shot up his spine, but it wasn't enough; it wasn't nearly enough. Shouto had imagined the feeling of her tongue on his cock before. He was sixteen after all, but nothing in his imagination had ever been this vivid, this detailed.

Shouto gasped. His breath quickened, eyes closing momentarily as her tongue swirled around the head, fitting her mouth around the shape. And it took all his self-control to remain where he was when all he really wanted to do was throw Yaoyorozu down and fuck her until she only knew his name.

She looked up at him from underneath her long lashes, and Shouto couldn't—wouldn't—look away. His heart beat even faster as Yaoyorozu cheeks hollowed, and she sucked.

Kami, was she gorgeous.

Desire pooled in his stomach. He wanted her so much it hurt.

She pulled back to press her tongue to the underside of Shouto's cock as she licked up to take him back into her mouth. Shouto's fingers twitched against the side of the chair. He could feel his quirks activating, and he had to fight to stay in control as the tight heat coiling in his gut felt on the verge of exploding.

Briefly, Shouto wondered how much longer he could last when Yaoyorozu sank down even further, taking him all the way into her throat. Shouto's eyes fluttered closed, and his mouth fell open.

Oh, fuck that felt amazing.

His toes curled, and a shudder ran through his body, making his thighs shake. Shouto could feel her throat contracting tightly around his cock as he pulsed in her mouth.

He finished with a shiver, and a sense of pleasure soaked through his body, down to the marrow of his bones. Yaoyorozu pulled her mouth away slowly, a string of saliva connecting to him.

She sat back on her haunches and opened her mouth. Shouto's eyes widened. White liquid sat on her tongue and dripped out of her mouth and down her chin. Yaoyorozu wiped at her lips and then looked down at the cum coating her hands. She poked her tongue out and licked her mouth hesitantly as if she were tasting him.

It was probably the hottest thing Shouto had ever seen in his life. His cock twitched back to life and hardened as if he hadn't just cum.

"Here. I'll get something for you," he said, forcing his body up. He let his pants drop and kicked them aside before making his way over to the folding table. He grabbed one of the white cotton towels and brought it back to Yaoyorozu.

"Thank you," she said, taking it and wiping down her hands. Her gaze drifted back to his cock, and her dark eyes glittered. She smiled cheekily. "It looks like you aren't done yet, though."

Shouto's breath caught at the hunger in her eyes.

Yaoyorozu stood, folding the towel and placing it onto the nearest table. Then she slowly reached under her orange skirt and pulled off black lace fabric. The bottom was obviously wet, and Shouto swallowed over a suddenly dry mouth.

She moved towards the table and leaned over it. Gathering her skirt up around her waist, she turned her head to glance at him over her shoulder and smiled.

Reaching behind her, she spread her slit open. "Please feel free to use me."

Fuck.

Shouto's cock throbbed, and he wouldn't have been able to stop himself even if he had wanted to as he moved closer. He pressed a hand against her lower back then ran the fingers of his other between her legs, pressing a finger against her slit. She was scaldingly warm and wet.

Yaoyorozu gasped, quivering as he massaged her opening, sliding a finger inside her pussy with a wet sound.

Shouto licked his lips. She was tight, and he couldn't help imagining how it would feel wrapped around his cock, but he had to be patient. If he was only going to allow himself to have this dream once, he wanted to take his time and savor being with Yaoyorozu.

He pushed his finger in and out of her until Yaoyorozu was mewling and shaking.

"Todoroki-san," she whined, turning to look at him. "I told you that—this is for you..."

"It is for me." Shouto smiled as he pulled his finger out and teased along her entrance. "It makes me feel good to see you like this."

Yaoyorozu huffed, and Shouto felt his smirk widen. He leaned down and kissed along her spine. Yaoyorozu quivered. Then her eyes widened momentarily before fluttering closed as he added a second finger inside her. She keened, and her head dropped to rest in her arms as he scissored them, stretching her wider.

"Just...don't overexert yourself." Yaoyorozu moaned brokenly. Her voice was slightly muffled.

Shouto snorted. "I won't. I promise." He pulled his fingers out of her and leaned forward to lick along her slit.

Yaoyorozu's breath hitched, and Shouto felt a shiver run through her as he did it again before pulling away.

"Come here," he ordered, pushing himself up onto the table. Yaoyorozu complied, following him onto the table and then crawling onto his lap, knees falling on either side of Shouto's hips. His fingers caught her chin, and he pressed his lips to hers, tipping Yaoyorozu's head back until their mouths fit together perfectly.

She ground herself against his erection, and Shouto bit back a moan at the feeling of how wet she was. He had half a mind to take her right then and there, but there had never been a fantasy Shouto had in which he didn't prepare Yaoyorozu properly first.

"I'm not done with you," Shouto rasped, nipping her bottom lip. He shifted further back, drawing her with him. "Get on top of me. I want to make you feel good."

Yaoyorozu's cheeks reddened, and Shouto half expected her to argue when she gave him a small nod and pushed herself up. Shouto's stomach flipped as she slid her body over his.

He quickly pulled his jacket and shirt off. Sinking onto his back, Shouto bunched her skirt around her waist as he helped position Yaoyorozu over him. She was slick, wet, and dripping. The head of her clit was swollen. He flicked his finger against it, and she made a long low keening sound as she squirmed.

Digging his fingers into her hip, keeping her in place, Shouto inserted a finger back into her; then he guided her hips down. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and her hips jerked as she made a pleased sound before he added a second finger and scissored them inside of her.

"Todoroki-san..." she whined, bucking her hips against his hand as he cooled his tongue and sucked on her clit. He moved it in slow circles around the bud as he alternated between cool and warm.

His fingers pushed in and out of her in time with his lips until Momo tossed her head back, and a low whine escaped her throat. Her body jerked and trembled uncontrollably.

A light coat of sweat shone on Yaoyorozu's skin when her body stopped shaking, and Shouto pulled back, wiping his mouth.

"Good?"

Yaoyorozu's chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked down at him and nodded minutely. She slid down his form. Then repositioned herself to press her body against his, nuzzling her face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Shouto smirked and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of Yaoyorozu's head and breathed in the scent of roses and chamomile as he allowed her to come down from her high.

After a moment, Yaoyorozu sat back up, and her eyes glittered. She reached behind her. Shouto's hips jerked as her hand wrapped around him and gave a tug. "We still have to take care of you."

"You can rest a bit longer if you want," Shouto rasped as her fingers gripped him firmly.

"I'm alright." She glanced at him, a devious look in her eyes. "Unless you want to rest?"

He definitely did not want to rest, and it must have shown on his face because Yaoyorozu laughed. "You're very kind, Todoroki-san." She smiled and leaned down. "But I did say that I was going to love you, so I intend to do just that."

Shouto's heart stuttered on her words. It wasn't the first time she had said them since the fantasy began, but every time she did, it made his chest tighten in a wholly unfamiliar way.

She kissed the tip of his nose, then pulled back to discard her skirt before canting her hips and sliding over his body until her hips aligned with his.

Slowly, with one hand, she guided the head of his cock to the opening of her wet pussy, leaving it there for a moment and looking into his eyes before slowly pushing down.

Shouto gasped as he slid in, slowly stretching her. Yaoyorozu's hands splayed against his abdomen, breasts bouncing. She moved in slow rhythmic motions, accommodating more and more of him until Shouto sunk all the way to the hilt.

His head fell back against the table, and he clenched his jaw to fight back against the surge of pleasure.

It was like heaven—tight, wet, and hot. But not nearly enough. He wanted more of her. He wanted everything she had to offer.

Shouto pulled Yaoyorozu down to lay on top of him until the length of her body was pressed against his. She was warm and felt so right in his arms.

Holding her close, Shouto kissed her lips, her face, her throat anywhere he could reach as he thrust up to meet her hips. She twitched around him.

"Todoroki-san…Todoroki-san…" Yaoyorozu whimpered. Her mouth was by his ear, and with each thrust, she released another breathy sound that sent spikes of electricity down Shouto's spine and made his heart flip.

He wanted her. He wanted Yaoyorozu—every bit of her. Shouto hadn't known it was possible to want someone this much. Even if it was a dream, he wanted to hold her close and brand her into himself.

Shouto's lips returned to hers. He kissed her ravenously, drinking Yaoyorozu in as he thrust up to meet her. Her body squeezed around him, clasping onto his cock.

Never breaking the kiss, Shouto tightened his arms around Yaoyorozu and flipped them. He groaned as the new angle allowed his cock to sink in even deeper.

It felt like he was melting.

She was perfect.

So perfect.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close.

"Todoroki-san…please…more…" she whispered close to his ear.

He grabbed her hips, holding her in place while he slid into her, over and over. Yaoyorozu gasped and panted with each thrust. And Shouto could no longer ignore how much he liked the little sounds Yaoyorozu made as he took her.

His movements grew rougher, and Yaoyorozu's insides tightened. She clenched around him, her eyes closing and lips parting as she arched off the table, climaxing.

Shouto moaned. A soft rosy flush covered her cheeks as her insides continued to flutter around him, tempting him to drive in harder and faster in pursuit of his own orgasm.

"I'm close," he gasped.

"Please feel free to come inside of me."

Dipping his head, he buried his face into Yaoyorozu's neck and closed his eyes as he felt his balls tighten. His hips bucked. Shouto breathed in the smell of roses and chamomile, and he let it out in a gasp as he came hard, his cock twitching and spurting inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her and pressed his nose to her throat and breathed her in deeply, his chest heaving. After a moment, Shouto shifted so that his weight wasn't directly on Yaoyorozu, and he gathered her into his arms. A part of Shouto was tempted to pull back and watch his cum pour out of Yaoyorozu's pussy, but another part of him was very content to just hold Yaoyorozu to himself and so they stayed like that: bodies pressed taut and warm and intimate.

"Marry me."

The words tumbled out of Shouto before he had a chance to censor them, and he froze. His blood turned to ice in his veins. Even if it was a dream, Shouto knew how unacceptable it was to ask a girl to marry him right after fucking.

But then Yaoyorozu giggled. "Of course." Yaoyorozu's hands tangled in his hair as she held him to her chest. "I love Todoroki-san. More than anyone."

A strange sense of fullness filled Shouto's chest, wrapping around his heart until he thought it was going to overflow, and his body relaxed into hers. It didn't feel like he was capable of holding so much emotion, and he buried his face deeper into Yaoyorozu's chest to hide his widening smile.

This was crazy. None of this made sense. There was no way the real Yaoyorozu would ever agree to marry him. So was that something he wished for?

Before he could think more on the subject, a static noise echoed through the room, and the PA box came back on.

"Are you ready Laaaaadies and Gentlemeeeeen! The next match is about to start! Let me hear you say yeahhhhhhhh!" Present Mic's voice rang out over the intercom. The crowd roared, shaking the building.

Shouto groaned and nuzzled his face further into Yaoyorozu's breasts. He didn't feel like moving. He debated if he should skip his next match and just lay there with Yaoyorozu.

"And his opponent in the next match is DABI!" Present Mic's voice rang over the intercom.

Shouto paused at the name, but the usual feelings of ice forming in his chest he had come to expect to flood him didn't come. Instead, his body felt lighter, as if an unknown burden of anger and resentment had been lifted.

Yaoyorozu leaned down, and she kissed the top of his head. "You better get going."

Shouto inhaled deeply and nodded. "Right," he said, reluctantly untangling his limbs from hers and sliding off the table. He grabbed the towel they had been using and cleaned himself up before dressing.

If he was going to fight Dabi now, did that mean he had been right? Was Yaoyorozu his motivation?

"Todoroki-san." Shouto paused as he stepped towards the door and looked back. Yaoyorozu was still on the table. She clutched her cheerleader uniform to her bare chest as if to hide her nakedness.

She bit her bottom lip, then drew in a deep breath, and her eyes found his. "Do your best."

Shouto inhaled sharply. Then forced himself to swallow and gave a sharp nod. "I'll be back soon."

His fingers curled around the door handle. He took one last look at Yaoyorozu and then opened the door. The world morphed, dissolving.

"Okay. That's enough." Aizawa's gravelly voice rumbled through Shouto's mind like a distant echo.

He blinked. The world shifted. Black spots danced in front of his vision as if someone had flipped the lights on high beams in a dark room.

Shaking his head to clear the fog clouding his thoughts, Shouto looked up. The hallway he expected to walk into was gone, replaced by an empty gymnasium. Midoriya and Bakugou were next to him. Standing before them was Aizawa and a woman with long dark blue hair tied in a messy bun and eyes that seemed to shift between colors. Going from red to blue to purple and then morphing into all the other colors of the rainbow.

Ms. Motivation, his mind supplied.

Slowly, Shouto's eyes drifted back towards his classmates, but Bakugou and Midoriya weren't paying attention. They seemed to be in a similar disoriented state as him. Midoriya was pale and mumbling inaudibly, and Bakugou looked down at his arm as if he was surprised to see it there.

He wondered what they had seen in their dreams.

Suddenly, the memory of his own illusion slammed into him. Shouto's stomach twisted viciously. His eyes widened and breath caught in his lungs.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

His heart pounded as though he'd just fought a nomu. Shouto shifted and caught himself from gasping in relief at the feeling of his pants. They were dry, not wet. He had only cum in the illusion.

Thank Kami.

He dragged in a deep breath. At least he saved himself from that embarrassment.

"How are you three feeling?" Shouto looked up. Ms. Motivation's lips kicked up into a smirk. She lifted an eyebrow. "Hopefully energized and ready to start training?"

Midoriya's lips thinned into a tight line.

"Shit." Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Shake it off," Aizawa said before Bakugou could comment more. He leaned more on his left leg, still not used to the prosthetic limb as he looked between them with his remaining eye. "These next two years of training won't be easy."

Shouto stilled as his dark eye lingered on him. He got the feeling Aizawa knew what he had dreamed of, and he swallowed thickly. Could Aizawa have a second quirk?

"And with the current state of Japan," Aizawa continued, "we don't have time to waste training you slowly. We're going to push you. Hard. It isn't fair that all this weight is falling on you kids, but that's what it is. We need you to be ready for what's to come."

"Shit, but I thought you said we were supposed to be shown something to motivate us, not whatever the fuck that was." Bakugou growled under his breath.

Ms. Motivation's smile dropped, and she looked at Bakugou seriously. "Like I said, my quirk, 'motivation,' shows you what you need to see. Not necessarily what you want to see. It twists with your dreams and your subconscious desires to present to you whatever it is that will push you to keep fighting. To remind you of the price if you lose...or win."

"Does that mean, in my subconscious, what motivates me to keep training is the thought of all those people I couldn't save?" Midoriya asked. "If that's the case, I don't have time to waste. The world I saw...I can't let that happen." He squeezed his hand into a fist.

Shouto mouth was dry. If the way Bakugou and Midoriya were acting was any indication, while they had thought of saving people, he only thought of Yaoyorozu.

How despicable. Shouto ground his teeth.

"Now go get ready. We'll give you a thirty-minute break before the real training starts. Don't waste it," Aizawa said, turning towards the door at the other end of the training hall.

Once Aizawa and Ms. Motivation had gotten out of earshot, Bakugou glanced at him. Shouto forced himself not to flinch as Bakugou's red eyes stared at him as if he could read his thoughts.

"You thought of ponytail didn't cha?" he asked after a moment.

Shouto stilled; his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Did their whole team have a second quirk now?

"I knew it." Bakugou scoffed. "Probably something disgusting too."

"Ponytail? Are you talking about Yaoyorozu-san?" Midoriya asked before Shouto could respond.

"Shut up, you damn nerd! This ain't about you," Bakugou snapped. He stuffed his hands into his pant pockets then turned to stomp towards the door.

"Kacchan! Wait up!" Midoriya called, following after him.

"Shut it!"

Shouto's gaze drifted after them for a moment before lowering to his left hand.

Bakugou was right; the him now was disgusting. The fact that he didn't have similar motivations to Bakugou and Midoriya was proof of that. Dreaming about his seatmate and friend instead of saving civilians was entirely selfish. Greedy even.

And why'd he even ask her to marry him? That was uncalled for. Unless...was fighting for a future where he could have Yaoyorozu's affection something that motivated him?

The thought was so absurd Shouto almost scoffed. As if Yaoyorozu would ever be happy with someone like him. And yet, even as absurd as the notion was, Shouto couldn't deny a part of him liked the idea.

He shook his head. Heroes didn't have lovers or families. True heroes were unselfish symbols of justice with no vices.

If he wanted to stand on the same stage as his friends, he'd have to be better.

'Do your best.'

Shouto's heart stuttered, and he drew in a deep breath. His hand curled into a fist. At the end of the dream, Yaoyorozu had said the same thing as the real Yaoyorozu had before he had departed for this training.

His eyes widened as suddenly it occurred to him why he had been shown Yaoyorozu at the sports festival. She was cheering him on and believing in him when he didn't believe in himself.

Shouto dropped his hand to slide into his pocket. His heart felt lighter as he started after Midoriya and Bakugou towards the door.

He couldn't let Yaoyorozu down.

He had two years to become a proper hero for her. Two years to harden his heart and find the strength to defeat Dabi.

He'd do it.

Anything to protect the lives and happiness of those he cared about.

Thank you everyone for reading! Like I said at the beginning, this is a prequel for another fic I have planned that is set a couple years after this and will be from Momo's pov. Hopefully I'll have that out around Halloween. :)

Other Side Notes:

Remember this is Shouto's fantasy so certain things are a bit unrealistic because he's a hormonal teenage virgin just imagining what he thinks is hot.

Zabuton - is a Japanese cushion for sitting. The zabuton is generally used when sitting on the floor and may also be used when sitting on a chair.