Chapter four

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Sometimes it seems that life likes to set traps. And sometimes you know it's a trap, but the bait is so good that you go for it anyway. I think women have mastered this technique of making a bait so good that men will run into the simplest of traps. But this? This is just unfair...

Walking down into the commons the first thing I notice is the smell. Is that chocolate chip cookies? It has to be! The second thing I see is that the kitchen is a disaster zone. Flour covering most of the counters, milk and other liquids forming puddles on the floor, and batter radiating from a busted mixer.

"What the fuck happened here?" I can't help but look in awe at the state of the area.

"I made you cookies!" Looking behind the counter I see Mina, splattered with dough, holding a tray of cookies. Her smiling face holds a light blush as I notice that she is wearing an apron, not a normal one, but one with vertical pink strips of fabric on the main part and lined with white fringes. The shape starts as a heart at her chest and slims down to her waist where it flares out to her knees. "I wanted to make you something that tastes like home, and these are said to be a classic American cookie."

I barely hear what she says as I grab the tray and set it on the counter, ignoring the heat burning my hand. That's so sweet of her, but the apron does things to me. I can't tell what's bigger, my heart boner or my normal boner. "I don't know what your plan is, but damn is it working."

"Huh?"

"Come." With that I sling her over my shoulder and head to my dorm, mind set on my goal.

"Hey! Let me down! Hamar I swear to God I will melt you!" Ignoring her I enter the main room of my dorm and toss her on the couch. "Oof, what are y-?" Cutting her off I push my lips onto hers until I can gather enough of my sanity.

"Was this your goal? The whole cooking thing? Because it fuckin' worked."

Splitting for a moment she drags me down so my arms are caging her. "Not exactly but I like this turned out."

Bringing myself back down to Mina I take a moment to appreciate her as we gently reconnect lips. One thing that I can feel is how soft she is. Living with the amount of scars I have I sometimes forget how soft skin is supposed to be. Her eyes seem to call for me, the gold rings shimmering as I look closely. I can feel her hands gliding through my hair, undoing the braids on the side and grabbing for dear life. As I let my body sink down I don't feel much of her body, the apron blocking us. Opening my mouth ever so slightly I push past her lips as she gives me access. The taste of chocolate assaults my senses. Probably from tasting the ingredients, naughty girl. Dominating over her my tongue pushes hers back giving me full control. Opening my eyes I catch her half-lidded gaze, prompting her to wrap a leg around me. Trailing off I focus on her collarbone where rouge batter has stuck. Starting with little kisses it quickly devolves to me licking the spot between me nibbling at the skin.

"Ah haa... Hamar." Forcing my eyes up a wave of lust hits me as she begs me for more. In my head I can feel my sanity crack as the berserker part of me start to shove its' way though and bite down harder on Mina. W-wait no I ain't falling for your shit again! Screaming in my head I detach myself from Mina and throw myself over the couch, clenching my arms to try and bring myself back as my nails rip into the skin.

"Hamar?! What's wrong?" Feeling Mina's hand on my shoulder I quickly spin and back away, blood flying off my arms.

Taking a moment to take off the apron with blood stains on it she stands expectantly. "What was that about? Am I going to fast?"

"No, it's a long story so just give me a second." Placing myself on the opposite side of the couch from Mina, I prepare myself for what's to come. "Ok so you know how my quirk makes me tougher after an injury?" Mina nods her head as I continue. "Well initially that's all they thought was to it. So I was set on a path to be military or police since by the time I was old enough it was estimated that I would be able to take rifle fire and be fine."

"Wait but I've seen you drop almost 500 pounds on your head no sweat."

"The thing is when people found out that I just continually get tougher with damage, they started to use me to practice their quirks. So for most of my life I was resigned to being a glorified practice dummy."

"Why would you let them do that? Even if you're tough you still had to feel it."

"Because I didn't know about the strength increase, I thought that becoming more durable was it. But when I did find out? It was bad. You see at one point these two guys would wail on me everyday and unintentionally make me tougher. The second part of my quirk that makes me stronger has a limit to it and one day... they hit it. I just stopped feeling pain and I could feel this base rage well up in me and I lose it. If I ever hit that point all higher thought is gone and everything becomes my enemy. The property damage alone was bad enough by the time they could literally chain me down. That primal urge is still in me and while I won't tear your arm off for kissing, I can just feel it push me forward and if we go too far I don't know if I can stop it. So that's why you need to be absolutely sure on what you want."

"I see, I'm not ready for anything more yet but I appreciate that you could tell me in case I got a bit too playful." Mina looks at me with a smile and squeezes my hand. Sitting there we take in the silence of just being in each other's company.

"Hey Hamar?" The silence broken I answer Mina.

"Yeah?"

"Is that how you got those scars? From other people?"

"Not all but a lot of them yeah."

Wrapping her arms around one of mine she rests her head on my arm. "You didn't deserve it. I just wanted to make sure you know."

"Mmhh." Not sure what say I just murmur in agreement. For the rest of the weekend I hang out with Mina and the rest of the class, though me and Shoji still have our lifting schedule. Throughout the entire time the conversation with Mina rings in my ears as I realize that one day she may see what my limit is. And I pray that she will not be in the way when it happens.