A/N: This chapter is from Eiji's point of view, I'm sweating only by thinking of writing it. After writing I don't know if I've done a good job. There wasn't a Satou-san as Eiji's assistant, that I recall, but I don't think their assistants were named, so I had to name at least the one who baptized the tea.

Chapter 2

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The morning after, when his assistants arrived and greeted him, Satou-san (the assistant who had left the Darjeeling tea ready) immediately spoke:

"Soooo, Niizuma-sensei, did it work? Have you gotten yourself a waifu?"

Eiji's expression was surly and he said, harshly:

"Satou-san, take your personal belongings and leave. I should report you to the police, be thankful that I won't shame Akina-sensei with making this episode public."

Satou looked befuddled and tried to plea:

"Sensei–"

"LEAVE! Before I change my mind and call the police!"

The ex-assistant trembled with Eiji's yelling, he lowered his head and quickly collected his stuff, obeying Niizuma's command promptly. Once he was out of view, Eiji turned to the remaining assistants and said:

"I expect discretion from the rest of you. I don't want to hear anything about this whole incident. Now let's get back to manga."

He thought he had done the right thing. Judging by Akina-sensei's words, Aiko's words, she'd never considered him as a potential love partner, but it left him upset, really upset. He had hurt her, he didn't know exactly why, but she didn't want him, that much was clear and his heart was aching and he had to let it out.

His penning on the paper was furious, he figured it would be better to use those feelings into drawing a battle scene, a vicious one, and he scribed, engraving on the paper his frustration.

He was in a trance while translating his emotions into his drawing. His mouth produced a symphony of zap, crash, squeeze, drip, boom, creating a very beaten up Crow in his pages.

"Sensei, it's lunch time." Informed one of his assistants.

"Not hungry." He answered, shortly. However, that small pause from his immersion gave him some perspective: He should speak with Akina-sensei, he had to apologize and tell her he had dealt with the culprit. Yet he was afraid, very afraid, but of what he couldn't precisely tell. He didn't want her to hate him, he didn't want her to push him away. It was quite the opposite, he wanted her closer to him, he wanted to 'chu' her a lot and be all lovey-dovey with her.

Did it meant he loved her? His heart was certainly going all 'doki-doki' thinking about her and about what happened last night. Love felt really good and then it hurt. He wished it was simpler, like the more you loved the higher was the power level of your love and vush, like a huge energy beam, it could conquer everything.

And that was it, he was the protagonist of his own love story – like he had been with his first love, professing his feelings with his drawings – and he would win Iwase Aiko's heart, it was his duty as a man, even if it meant he had to grow up and stop being an eternal boy. Well, not entirely, he only had to man up in certain areas, not everything, he would never abandon the way he drew manga, he would never abandon his passion.

"That's it!" He yelled, startling his assistants. He pointed his pen onwards and proclaimed:

"I'll become a manly man and I'll make her fall for me!"

He abruptly spun his chair and screamed:

"It's time to gather materials!"

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After three romantic movies, a haircut and some new clothes bought by one of his assistants, Eiji practiced in front of the mirror, semi-closing his eyes, raising his chin and doing a side smirk, while his index fingers pointed onwards (to an imaginary Iwase) as his thumbs were up:

"Katchin! Let's date!"

His assistants clapped and said "Very good, Sensei."

He lost his signature long cutlets, choosing to have his hair trimmed down very short, except for the bangs, spiky styled. He also let go of his usual purple sweatshirt, wearing a white buttoned long-sleeved shirt, with a dark blue blazer on top and black jeans with white socks.

"Hmm, Niizuma-sensei, do you really think it's a good idea to change yourself so much for someone else? Won't you get tired of playing, like, a character?" One of his assistants inquired.

"Nah, it'll be fine if it's for just part of the time! Like a transformation! I suit up and ta-dah – I become a manly man, a warrior, and then I conquer all the challenges of love!"

He glances at the clock in his wall and chirps:

"It's about time! Go home, thanks for your hard work today!"

And he literally dragged all the assistants to the front door, making them leave, then he rapidly picked up his phone and dialed Iwase's number.

The phone ringed for a little bit before she answered:

"Niizuma-san."

"Iwase-san." He said in a deeper voice, probably how a true man should speak. His heart was thrumming inside his chest, but he was in his power suit, so he added, calmly: "I dealt with things here, discretely, but I think we should talk, in person."

"Well, it's … reassuring … you have already done something about … that issue. Sure, I'll … I'm coming to your place right now, there's a lot we should discuss and not on the phone." And with that she hung up.

He thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest, she would arrive soon, he knew it, but he didn't know if he would be able to kept the hero's composure once he saw her. It was a little bit weird that merely a day before he only saw her as a nakama, a fellow talented author, and now, now she was his beloved. Indeed love was a strange and powerful thing, he never thought he would love again and yet it came crashing into him, totally unexpected and with a wrong beginning, but it was there, he knew he loved her, he just had to make her love him in return.

It didn't take long for his doorbell to ring and he opened it, making room for her to enter.

"Excuse me." She said, with her usual politeness and inquired: "You cut your hair? What are those clothes?" She herself was wearing dark pants, a long-sleeved nay-blue shirt with a stylish white sweater on top.

He grinned widely. She had noticed his efforts in this sentai transformation, and he pointed his hand to the living room, saying:

"Let's take a seat and talk."

She took off her shoes, placing them near the door and followed swiftly after him as he pulled one of his assistant's chair, grabbing his own and positioning it so they sat face to face. She put her bag by her side on the chair.

"Iwa–"

"Niiz–"

She blushed and he looked at her with doe-eyes. He was determined to prove he could be a true man, so he said:

"Ladies first."

She nodded, cleared out her throat and continued:

"Niizuma-san, I … I hope you have properly dealt with the culprit for yesterday's incident."

"I have. I fired Satou-san this morning. When you left I looked at the teapot and there was a different powder there, I even found the substance's package in the garbage. After that I contacted the Chief-editor and explained that Satou-san had drugged my tea, that I didn't want to press charges for discretion, but he shouldn't hire him for any other mangaka."

"Hmm, good." She replied and added:

"I … I also want to apologize for putting all the blame on you for, well, everything. It … it wasn't fair." He nodded and she gulped before continuing: "I have … I went to the gynecologist this morning and took a morning-after pill, but it's not 100% guarantee I won't get pregnant. There's a small percentage of pregnancies even with taking the pill, quite small, but it still exists."

"I … I want to know if that happens … if … if I can count on you." She said, teary-eyed, and Eiji just wanted to hug her and say that everything was going to be fine, so he went in for a hug, enveloping her in his arms and told her aloud, in a deeper voice:

"I'm here for you, for anything, for everything. It's gonna be all right."

For a moment, she just let herself be consoled by him and she wept, feeling secure in his embrace. Eiji's heart was really warm with the close proximity of his beloved. He wanted to give her plenty of kisses, kiss the sadness and hurt away.

But she broke the embrace too soon for his tastes, putting some distance between them with gentleness, and said while drying her tears with her hands:

"About … about us … I … what do you think about me?"

He saw this as his opportunity to show his manly side and he began, grabbing her hands:

"I want to protect you smile, Iwase-san! I think you are beautiful, talented, smart, I want to keep making interesting stories with you and eventually make babies too!"

Then he went for his pose and spoke (with sound effects):

"Katchin! Let's date!"

She groaned, lowering her head and covering her eyes with her palms, and she responded:

"I don't know … I don't know if I can. You're you … It … It isn't right of me to change you to suit my tastes … I can see you've already put some effort to change …" She lifted her head then, looking into his eyes "… but deep down you're the same and I don't know if I'm ok with this … If I will just make us both miserable trying to fit you into my ideas of a perfect partner. That also isn't fair, Eiji-san."

"Well, you'll never know if you don't try. Give love a chance!" He said the last sentence doing a heart with his arms reaching his head and smiled.

"Also, I guess I can be more restrained outside, if we go on dates, and then when we're alone or with friends I can be my true self, right? Besides some minor adjustments won't be too hard. Women do it all the time! Trying to fit into their men's taste!"

"How are you aware of it?" She inquired, befuddled and added: "Nevermind, you are missing the point … I don't want you to change for me, every time I wanted to change someone to date them it pushed them away, it didn't work and I've come to realize it was wrong of me to expect it. Even if you're willing to stay by my side … to love me … I don't know if I can love you back."

He held her hands again and spoke with seriousness:

"I understand." There was a pregnant pause before he continued:

"I'm telling you that we can try. We can see if this works out. You enjoyed yourself last night, didn't you? We can be lovey-dovey and see if love comes out of it."

"That's very bold of you, Niizuma-kun." She answered, blushing.

"Give me a chance, Aiko-san. I know I can make you happy, we can be happy together." And he went in for a kiss, a chaste one.

"It certainly makes a 'chu' sound." He pointed out, smiling.

She giggled and replied: "Yeah."

This time she was the one going for another kiss, opening her lips a little bit and Eiji didn't waste this opportunity to deepen the kiss. He replayed all the motion that had her moaning to his mouth last night, sucking her tongue, beginning with the tip and exploring her mouth teasingly. It worked and she was moaning against him.

Soon after she held his head in place, grabbing whatever hair left after this new haircut, and he took advantage of this chance to cup her face and used his feet to move his chair closer to hers.

She broke the kiss, out of air. He was also breathless and gazed at her with hungry eyes. Shortly after, he stood up, extending his hand to her, much like she had done to him yesterday. She hesitantly took his hand, torn between arousal and propriety, but the first won, and he conducted her to the desk, wanting to touch all of her with his body while they exchanged kisses.

He pressed himself between her legs, but kept only kissing and eventually licking her neck, nibbling at her earlobe and with that alone he was driving her crazy. She wanted more, this much was clear, but she had to show, because he wasn't going beyond kissing if he wasn't sure she wanted more. She start rocking her hips against his and he moaned into her mouth, enjoying the pressure and responding with motion of his own, matching hers and that was enough of an answer for him.

Eventually, he took off her sweater and his blazer, then he lifted her shirt, exposing her pale breasts and bra. He planted small kisses on the uncovered part of her breast and fondled the lower part with his hands.

She gasped with the new sensation, which only drove him into being bolder, reaching for her bra's clasp while he lifted his head for another kiss. He fumbled with it, not sure how to undo it until she helped him unhook her underwear, freeing her breasts.

He wasted no time into sucking the closest nipple while his hands fondled her bosom. Iwase gasped softly, breathing heavily, one hand reaching for what was left of his hair, the other searching for his belt, to unbuckle it and pull down his pants. In another second his pants had pooled down on the floor and he stepped out of them while still massaging her breasts and rubbing his member against her clothed intimate parts, while she took off her shirt completely and discarded her bra.

Eiji went in for another kiss, placing his hands on her hips, trying to lift her from the desk and bring her to the bed. She took the clue and embraced him with her arms and legs in order to help out.

She broke off the kiss and murmured into his ear: "My purse."

"Huh?"

"There's … hmm … protection … we need to use it."

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai!" He answered enthusiastically and moved towards the chair, where she grabbed her purse and then they continued to the initial destination. It was a short walk but Eiji wasn't used to lifting heavy things, so he was a little out of breath, but he wanted this experience to be like one of those romantic movies where the male lead easily lifts his woman. She was certainly concerned with how out of breath he sounded and asked along the way if she was heavy, but he dismissed her concerns, saying he was just a little out of practice.

By the time they reached the bed, he kneeled on it and gently put her down, her back touching the mattress. She placed her purse on top of the nightstand, after she retrieved a condom she got during her appointment with the gynecologist, resting it close to her on the mattress, freeing her hands, and she begun unbuttoning his shirt, while he smiled at her, his hands on top of the mattress, sustaining his weight. He noticed she was a little nervous doing that, so he took upon himself to calm her nerves by kissing her lots and lots, wherever he could reach. Everything was going to be alright, because they had the power of love by their side, love conquered all, he was sure his love for her would conquer her fears of opening up to him. Maybe he could use this idea as a power, for a character: 'the chu healing technique'. It would be awesome!

When she finished unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off he was completely naked on top of her. She ran a hand, softly, through his torso and that simple touch sent shockwaves right into his dick and he moaned against her neck.

She began undoing her pants' button and right after she pulled it all down, along with her underwear, joining him in nakedness. He helped her in discarding the clothing, throwing it on the floor.

They were very much bare to one another, their eyes locked on and both went for a kiss at the same time, this time Eiji dove in fully with his body pressing on top of hers. He had an inkling that it was necessary to make sure she was ready before putting his dick in her or else she would get mad and scary, like she did the night before. Sure, he was aware that it was her first time and it was hurting, he saw the blood on the sheets when she left, but he surely didn't want to see her mad again and he liked the way she moaned and shivered beneath his touch. He trailed down a path of kisses along her neck, chest, abdomen, reaching her pubic hair, her nub and between her legs. Iwase spread her legs wider, giving him more room to reach her sex.

He licked her there, tentatively, and she moaned loudly. He saw this as a sign she had enjoyed and he inserted his tongue inside her folds, licking and sucking her precious cunt. And she practically went mad of pleasure when he did that. She grabbed his hair with one hand and the bed's sheet with the other, gasping, moaning, and bucking against him while he gave her such a good sensation with his tongue. He focused his whole attention into pleasuring her for some minutes until it got to the point where she unconsciously closed her legs, trying to get more friction there and it almost suffocated him. He tapped her leg with his hand for her to open up and only then she realized she had been choking him with her grip. She quickly released him and apologized, concern clear on her face, but he only smiled, sat on his shins in front of her and asked:

"Can I –"

"Yes!" She interrupted him, breathless, reaching for the condom. She tried to open it up with her hands, without success, then she ripped the package with her teeth, retrieving the condom and giving it to him.

He took it and was about to just roll it down his penis when she said:

"Wait! You have to leave some room for the semen."

He looked at her, confused, while she lifted herself a bit, squeezed the tip of the condom with one hand and they rolled the rest of it down his member. It felt good to be touched by her hand and he was anxious to be inside of her again. He kissed her again, laying down and penetrating her at the same time. She gasped against his mouth and he concentrated on the kiss before moving his hips.

He started with slow, shallow trusts, or else he was sure it wouldn't last much. He chanted her name like a prayer, it kind of grounded him and helped him concentrate. It was good, she hadn't shown any sign of pain or discomfort, quite the opposite, she was vocalizing how good she was feeling, sometimes even moaning his name. All the time she was holding his back, roaming her hands along it. He used his arms for support, but their bodies were really close and he was sure he loved how everything felt, how intimate it was. There was a good kind of warmth in his chest and in his pelvis, while a pressure was building in the pit of his abdomen.

Her response encouraged him to go a little bit faster, jerking his hips against hers and she answered by kissing him and meeting his trusts with her own hips, the pressuring building inside their cores more and more as they moved in tandem.

Then they were rocking against one another like crazy. She held him tightly with both her legs and arms, her fingers squeezing the skin of his back, while she used his shoulder to muffle her moans and he sucked at her neck.

"Aiko!" He cried out as his orgasm washed over him with its full strength and he jerked his hips a little bit more before stopping, releasing his semen inside the condom.

He closed his eyes while he climaxed and when he opened them, all sweaty from the physical effort he saw her watching him, frowning. She said

"I haven't … I haven't finished."

"Oh …" He replied, taking his softening member out of her and asked:

"Can I help with my tongue?"

She nodded and he went down on her again, kissing the inside of her tights, exploring her sex using his fingers too, searching for what she liked. She responded positively, vocalizing her enjoyment and where she wanted him to touch her. He followed her instructions and was very pleased with the sounds she was making; it was exciting and rewarding to know she was reacting like this to him.

It didn't take much time for her to reach her climax and when she did it he moved up on the bed, being face to face with her as they both turned to their sides.

He was smiling widely, his hand going up and down her arm, while he interlaced their legs, getting as close as possible, then he said:

"I'm glad that neither Takagi-sensei nor Hattori-san had good eyes."

She frowned and this and replied:

"What? But Hattori-san doesn't even wear glasses. I don't understand."

"It has nothing to do with glasses. It has to do with actually seeing. None of them truly saw you."

She seemed a little upset with him reminding her of the past, but he only continued:

"It doesn't make me glad that it hurt you, but I'm very happy that because of that you are here, with me."

She blushed up until her ears when she heard him and nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck, hiding her face.

He hugged her tightly, enjoying her smell, he noticed he even liked the smell of her sweat. It was all warm and fuzzy in his heart and he just smiled, kissing her shoulder and she said:

"I'm glad too." Then she moved her head, looking him in the eyes and said: "Don't ever change, Eiji. Not who you are in the inside. I don't mind you changing outside, with you truly want, but do it for yourself, not for me."

He just grinned and replied: "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai!"

And the two of them cuddled against one another and fell asleep.

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References

Waifu = wife said with a Japanese accent

Chu = Japanese onomatopoeia to kissing sounds

Nakama = friend, companion.

Sentai = Super sentai, heroes of TV series like power rangers.

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A/N: So, basically, Eiji is the kind of guy that falls in love once he has sex, especially such an intimate first experience as he shared with Iwase. I don't know if he seemed to harsh in the beginning, but his assistant basically used a date rape tactic to rook Eiji up with Iwase and that kind of behavior should be punished (and it wasn't even reported to the police because of discretion and such).