Title: Eternal Salvation

Summary: "Suicide is not the answer. No... really it's not. I've already tried that method more times than I can count." Shouta Aizawa didn't know what to make of her. The woman who stood across from him on the roof, with shattered blue eyes laden in anguish and defeat.

Pairing: Kagome/Shouta

Anime: My Hero Academia/InuYasha

Rated: M

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to specify a date for anyone trying to decipher ages. For all intents and purposes, the series starts on April 6th, 2117, and the Exam takes place on February 28th, 2118. This story opens in 2108 in chapter 1. The past tense 100 years is 2008. It's been seven months since Kagome ran into Shouta after their "tryst," making it 2109.

Ages, for anyone wondering:

Shouta/Hizashi/Nemuri - 23

Tomura: 12

Classes 1A/1B/1C - 6/7 years old depending on their birthday, yes, I do calculations to make sure I have their ages right.

If you have any questions, hit me up!

-100 YEARS AGO-

It's beautiful. Red on white, saturating something so pure with such a contrasting color, was beautiful. She recalled the dark crimson of her blood splattering the blanket of snow beneath her in her mind. Cold, she thought. She should be, yet her body felt warm, with a gentle buzz. Something was numbing about it. Opening her eyes, Kagome stared at the ceiling and slowly batted her eyelashes. 'I'm dead...right?' Even as that thought fluttered through her mind, she knew she wasn't. No, life was cruel to her.

"You've come to, I'm glad."

"..." Takeshi, she knew his voice well by now. Anyone else, she wished it had been anyone else, but no, Takeshi had found her. "Why didn't you let me die?"

"I can't do that, Kagome. You are my precious little bird, and I've found myself quite protective of you."

No, not protective. Possessive. Kagome understood clearly what he thought of her. She was a possession that he wanted to take care of, control, and dominate...no, she wouldn't let him control her, and sure as hell, she wouldn't let him dominate her. "I'll only try again. I'll keep trying, over and over again." Glaring menacingly at the man, she hated him so much!

"You can try, Kagome. I no longer mind, just know...I will always be there when you fail."

-PRESENT-DAY-

That was before she'd discovered her new quirk. The additional quirk was not something she'd been happy about, but it took her many attempts to figure out; she couldn't die. Quirks are amazing like that, and hers, well...she viewed it more as a curse than a gift. Nothing like immortality. As far as Kagome knew, there wasn't a quirk that made you completely immune to death... however, hers came pretty damn close. Omni-Healing. What shocked her was that Takeshi gave her that quirk at all.

"Kagome?"

"...yes, Tomura?"

"Why is Sensei's quirk called All for One?"

"Takeshi's quirk allows him to steal other people's Quirks, leaving them Quirkless and able to wield those Quirks as his own."

"But he also gives quirks to people like yours!"

Looking down at the boy beside her, he held a notebook with math work. "Yes, he does, and he did. However, do not elude yourself to the fact that he only does what he thinks will benefit him. "If he doesn't need you, he'll just... get rid of you."

"Will he get rid of me?" A shadow of fear passed his eyes, and for a brief moment, Kagome felt guilty.

"No, Tomura. You are...invaluable to his plans." It was a sad fact, and Kagome hated it, unable to do anything for him. Well, she could, but neither of them would get far.

"Kagome?"

"Yes?"

The child looked down at his hands, and then, after a quiet moment, Tomura looked back up at her. "Why is All Might's quirk called One for All? Is he and Sensei related?"

"No, nothing like that."

"But their quirks are called similar,"

Takeshi was talking quite a bit with the boy. This surprised Kagome, as he didn't normally share much of his past. "It's a quirk that can be handed down to a successor. One for All belonged to Takeshi's younger brother, Yoichi. Unlike All for One, One for All was transferable, and because of the stockpile quirk that Takeshi forced on him, it would increase the quirk of whoever it was handed down to, making the quirk One for All stronger each time it was passed on. The name itself means having one quirk for all people. It's a quirk that serves the people, Tomura. It's there to save lives...to fight against evil."

"Evil?" Shaking his head, he stepped away from her. "Sensei says one day I'll have to fight All Might. Does that make me evil?"

"No," pushing away from her desk, her chair scratched along the surface of the wood. Kagome took a seat on her bed and held her hand out to the boy. He looked uncertain, gauging whether he should reach out or not. She felt her heartbreak when he finally took her hand, albeit slow and scared. "You are not evil, Tomura. You are a child, and children are not inherently evil. The choices one makes can build up to evil, but I don't think you're there. Now, can I ask you a question, Tomura?"

"What question?"

"If you could choose, would you be a hero or a villain?"

"I would be a hero!"

"...right, why is that?"

"B-because I want to save people and help people. That's...that's not going to happen, though. Sensei says life is like the games I play. In my games, there are heroes, and they fight different levels that lead up to the boss fight. I'm not a boss fight yet, but Sensei says that one day, I will be the ultimate boss." His eyes lit up a bit as he said this.

"What if you were the hero that took down the final boss?"

"...me?" He seemed lost in that thought. Looking at his fingers in consideration, he said nothing.

"Tomura?"

"Yes?"

"If I left, would you go with me?"

"...why would you leave?"

"I'm not saying that I would. I'm asking that in the case that I did, would you come with me?"

He moved next to her and sat down on the bed, leaning his head against her shoulder. He looked like he was close to crying. "D-don't leave me. You're my OP Healer; I can't do this without you, please!" His voice came out desperate, scared.

Kagome wrapped her arm around his shoulder, unable to ignore the slight tremble she felt. She pulled him in close. "Your healer, huh? That role belongs to the person in charge of restoring health, removing poison-like effects, and reviving fallen party members. Tomura, you understand, though, I can't bring back the dead. You only get one life, so don't die." Leaning back, she felt defeated, "I'll stay with you. I'll save you. Even if I can't up and leave with you, I'll find a way to keep you above the chaos."

A knock sounded, and the door opened to see Kurogiri walking in, "ah, I was looking for you, Tomura; it's time to continue your lessons."

Tomura didn't look like he wanted to leave but stood all the same. Exiting Kagome's room with one last lingering glance over his shoulder before the door shut.

"Out of the way, bitch!"

Brushing aside a lock of her hair as someone nearly crashed into her. Kagome took a step back but stuck her foot out in time to watch the man tumble into a roll, knocking over the metal trach cans he struck in the process. "Strike!" She laughed, stepping up to the man as she leaned over and took in his unconscious form. Scattered on the alleyway around him were jewels that had gone flying from the bag he'd held moments before. "Petty thief? Boring." Not bothering with him, she turned and left the man and his jewels.

"Not even going to call the cops?"

A tremor ran down her spine, and she felt a familiar thrill at the rough voice. Turning her eyes up to the rooftop of the first-story convenience store, Kagome smiled. "Well, well, what a pleasant surprise." Not bothering to answer his question, she did walk up to him when he leaped down to bind the thief she'd knocked out. "You sure do work late. An underground hero then?"

His eyes turned to look her over, "that's right. What's your excuse for being out so late?"

"Oh, you know, just out for a midnight stroll."

"A midnight stroll," he pulled his phone out, "it's almost two in the morning. Want to try again?"

"Nope, that's the best I had." Honestly, she really was just walking around, but Kagome didn't feel the need to prove her innocence. Watching the hero call for police to pick up the trash, he leaned back against the alley wall, and Kagome moved closer. Right up in his space, she smiled up at the man. He really was an attractive breed. Not surprised when his hands found her hips and ran up along her waist, "what time do you get off?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Thought I might stop by and pay you a visit if you're up for it."

"...I get off at four."

The sound of sirens echoed around the city streets, and Kagome barely acknowledged the flashing lights that reflected the signs on the road. Leaning up, she stole a kiss from the man trapped between her and the wall. Not sticking around any longer, Kagome jumped from his sight. She was moving away from the alley on the roof before he could comprehend the end of their kiss.

'I think there's a twenty-four-hour cafe nearby... Ah, there it is. Cosmic Coffee and Beer Garden Lounge.' As far as finding a place to relax for a few hours, Kagome felt she'd hit the jackpot.

"Wellcome to the Cosmic Garden Lounge! What's your poison?"

"Tea, please,"

"We've got a delicious blueberry and fresh mint tea, with a little bit of coriander that's just to die for!"

Smiling, Kagome followed the woman inside. She was maybe twenty, roughly. Kagome was only guessing. Taking a seat at an oak wood booth, she took the menu and decided to go with the server's option. "Is there something as far as snacks go, nothing heavy..."

"Oh, do you like fruit? We have a fruit plate with this yummy whipped dip that's so good. I mean, I eat it all the time during my breaks. If you'd prefer something salty, beer pretzel sticks with our very own cheese and beer dip."

"The fruit sounds good,"

"Good choice! For your tea, did you want that iced or hot?"

"Iced,"

"I've got you! Before I forget, my name is Agni; let me know if you need anything else!"

Dropping her bag from her shoulder, Kagome pulled out a small book and opened it to the bookmark. L'Ethica Aristotle was a book she'd stumbled across sometime over fifty years ago. Reading back a page from where she left off, Kagome always had an inclination to cry when she read this book. Stupid, she knew that, but it killed her that she'd been dragged down into the hellish pit Takashi had built around his name, All for One.

Surely those things that we pursue even apart

from their consequences, such as wisdom and sight

and certain pleasures and certain honors; for

although we sometimes pursue these things as means,

no one could refuse to rank them among the things

that are good in themselves.

If these be excluded, nothing is good in itself

except the idea; and then the type or form will be

meaningless.

How the idea of Ethics has changed, and how lonely it is to be the only one able to see just how plagued the world is. Kagome spent years watching the world crumble around her. Quirks were such a disease in ways many could hardly understand. True that they could help people, but in the wrong hands, they were no different than guns and bombs. In the wrong hands, such powers are often abused. Only bad things will come from such gifts. She wished the world to heal, yet she knew that society would need to pull itself out of the hole it dug. This wasn't even her era. She should have died years ago. Living till today, Kagome was ashamed of the life she'd been forced to live and had not taken advantage of. What right did she have? To complain, to critic, to protect, or cleanse. None.

Good, then, is not a term that is applied to all these

things alike in the same sense or with reference to

one common idea or form.

What does it mean to be good? What is good? Good... Kagome tried to think back to a time when she was good, just for the sake of doing good. "I miss Miroku and Sango. He'd know what to do. Sango too..." immersing herself in the book until she deemed it time to leave.

Shouta heaved a scoff as he watched a group get hauled off by the Musutafu police. Checking his phone, he smirked at the time and moved to head home.

"Eraser, aren't you coming back to the station to-"

"Tomorrow."

Whoever the officer was, Eraser was sure he'd hear about this in the morning from Tsukauchi, but right now, he had plans and intended to keep them. Slipping into the shadows, he took off along the rooftops and jumped from phone pole to phone pole. Racing his way home, he stopped across from his apartment as he noticed the light in his place was already on. Of course, she'd beaten him to his place. Some part of his mind was flattered that she remembered where he lived. They'd only spent one night together, over seven months ago. Not...that he was counting. He wasn't.

Slipping down the fire escape, he jumped to the ledge of his window and slipped inside. Watching as Kagome took a sip of whatever was in the to-go cup, he didn't miss the second cup sitting on the counter beside her.

"You like coffee, right?" Not turning around to face him, she placed her hand on the second cup and lifted it. "It's black; I hope that's okay."

Stepping forward, Shouta placed his hands on her waist, running his fingers along the hem of her top as he traced the skin beneath the fabric.

Leaning back into his arms, she placed both cups down and reached up, bringing both hands back behind her. Her fingers found refuge in his shoulder-length hair as she tilted her head to look up into his eyes. "I don't think I got your name,"

He smirked, "Shouta," breaking her hold, he spun her around and searched for the familiar taste of her lips. 'One more time,' craving her touch, denied the feel of her fingers, her lips, that delectable tongue that tentatively touched his. He felt himself becoming drunk on her flavor, drowning in her kiss as he felt a burning desire to take her against the counter she was leaning against. Bringing a hand to her throat, he squeezed carefully, his ears catching the moan she'd tried to conceal. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back, looking down at her half-lidded eyes, her lips red from their kiss. Shouta trailed his hand up her jawline and brought his thumb to her bottom lip, dragging it along the soft pouty flesh.

Shouta dropped both of his hands to her bottom, giving it a hard squeeze; his smile widened at the cry of excitement she accidentally let slip, followed by her bringing her legs up around his waist when he lifted her. Shouta placed her on his countertop, pressing into her heat; he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. The memories of his last time with her came flooding him with desire. Wanton, pure desire. Shouta peeled her shirt up and over her head, her hands falling back over his shoulders and pulling him in close. Already, he found himself losing all inhibitions to the lavender and vanilla haze that wafted around her.

Another deep kiss. Ardent skin pleading for Shouta's touch. Kagome arched against him, the heave of her chest clear as day. Kagome was about a head above him from this position, leaning down for kisses before she broke free of his lips. Her chest was the first thing he saw. Encased protectively in a simple black bra, he nipped the fleshy skin available to him before trailing his hands along her midriff and giving her a careful push. Gravity did the rest. Her arms fell back behind her as she caught herself on the counter, her eyes a hazy lustful blue that never left his. He never dropped his gaze even as he slipped his hands down to the spandex shorts she'd been wearing.

Kagome felt a shudder run along her revealed body. Mentally, she complained that she was the only one losing her clothes while Shouta stood dressed completely in his Hero uniform. "Ah! H-hey!" Eyes widening, Kagome brought her hand to his hair and held it tightly as his tongue dipped inside her. Lapping up what juices had already made her slick to the touch. "Fuck!"

A static thought formed in her head, feeling the buzz that followed his tongue thrusting inside her before his lips found her clit. She breathlessly cried out at the sensation as shocks of pleasure wracked her body. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, Kagome recognized the feel of his hands running down the length of her legs crossed back behind his head. She couldn't, wouldn't release her hold o him. Shaking her head, her hair flared chaotically around her. How loud was she? Could others hear her? Bringing her hands to her mouth, she muffled her cries, tears burning in her eyes as a nearly mind-numbing pleasure built up inside her.

Shouta's tongue danced to a rhythm that Kagome found herself both unfamiliar with and desperate to learn. Unable to stop herself from squirming under his relentless play, the jolts of pleasure found her incapable of forming words beyond his name. "Sh-Shouta! SHOUTA~!" As if singing his praise, Kagome cried out her re ease. Kagome arched into his touch when his finger plunged deep inside her cunt. She felt him press up against a nerve that sent her convulsing in a shock of pleasure, her hands falling away from her mouth as she desperately gripped the counter.

Her legs fell weakly over his shoulders, and he maneuvered himself to lean over her. Gripping her wrists, he pulled so that she was sitting up. Following his lead, Kagome bent down and tentatively traced her tongue up along his jawline and chin. Tasting the tart bitterness of the lustful juices he'd pulled from her body, her hand gently cradled his cheek before she buried it in his hair and pulled him in for another sweet kiss. Clouded. She wasn't sure where her mind was. Not able to process any thoughts past what she considered basic, Kagome let go of whatever made sense and went along with what felt good.

"Souta, I need more," Kagome whispered against his ear, a secret meant only for him. Not disappointed when he lifted her from the counter and walked off to the bedroom, his eyes locked with hers while she took h m in. The man who held her was beautiful. After one hundred years of hurt and heartache, she let go and let herself become unraveled by his ouch. Again and again, impatient to see just how he decided to push her past the precipice of raw lust and down into what she could only describe as carnal d sire. 'I want him so bad,'

The sun was rising; Kagome was fast asleep in Shouta's arms. His capture weapon lay loose around the pair, discarded after being used on the girl by the Hero holding her. It was her new favorite weapon; that's what she'd thought after being tied up and fucked until she was screaming Shouta's name.

Arms tightened around her, and Kagome woke up. She had no idea what time it was, and she was too tired to untangle herself and look. Where even was her hone? No, she didn't care. This time, she curled in closer to Shouta and went back to sleep.

It's not like she planned to stay. Of course not. She just planned to get some sleep... in Shouta's bed... wrapped up in his arms. She also played with the idea of staying the day off right with another round of "don't fall off" that they played not but a few hours ago. Kagome had to admit that she'd liked that game. Tied up, arms back behind her head, straddling Shouta as he thrusts up inside her. She rode him like a bucking bronco as he turned it into a game, or maybe a test. The goal, staying on his cock the entire ride. Oh, and what a fucking ride it was. Flushing, her nipples hardened as she recalled how he slammed into her. Feeling a familiar tingling sensation, she thought she might cry.

"Heh, I can feel you trembling."

Freezing at the husky baritone tempered by a touch of breathiness, "I-I'm not!" Her voice came out a higher pitch than she was used to, and her cheeks burned. Sitting up, Kagome felt her hair tumble around her bare shoulders as she peered stubbornly down at her...hm,... over? Two times is more than once... so lover it is.

"Lying is bad."

"Who's lying?"

A seductive chuckle has her insides twisting. Shouta brought his hand up and burnt a trail all along her thigh. When he pulled himself up in the upright position, he locked his gaze with Kagome's. She felt his hand getting closer to her sex, and she felt her pussy respond in excitement. When his hand stopped just out of reach of her folds, Kagome thought she'd scream.

"What are you-"

"If you want me to touch you, then claim what you want."

Blushing bashfully at what he suggested, Kagome bowed her head and closed her eyes tightly. Fisting her hands in the sheets that pulled around her legs, Kagome lowered herself onto his hand. Immediately, Kagome felt exposed. Turned on by the way his eyes watched her, she moved her hips and trilled a sweet moan as she brushed her pussy along the rough pads of his fingertips.

Her head lulled back, hair trickling down Kagome's back, the ends of which brushed along the sheets, swaying with each hypnotic motion of her hips. Mewling, refusing to speak, she whimpered as she tried to conjure more pleasure, pressing harder into his hands. Her movements became erratic; Kagome felt a pulsing and started grinding more and more, clenching her soaking wet cunt as tremors crawled along her body. Her eyes widened as white-hot pleasure flashed before her eyes and crashed through her body.

"What a dirty girl. You got the bed soaked with your juices." Shouta pulled his hand from where Kagome had buried her fleshy, raw, sopping wet lips against. He held his hand out in front of her. "Come here, clean up your mess, Kitten."

'Kitten?' As that name echoed in her head, she placed a hand on the bed, leaning forward even as Shouta drew his hand back slowly to make her lean further over him. Only when her nipples were brushing against his hardened dick did Shouta let her clean his hand, enjoying the way her tongue danced over his palm, lapping up her juices as his other hand came up to her breasts to tweak and pinch the sensitive nubs tickling his abs.

"So fucking gorgeous," he murdered under a throaty groan, pinching a hard nipple and eliciting a cry of raw pleasure from the now horny girl in his bed. "Kagome, come closer." He watched her crawl up his body, her breasts pressing against his chest as she dragged herself up along his cock. Closing his eyes, he relished in the pleasure he was feeling, then looked directly at her, fatiguing her reaction to his next instruction. "I want you to play with your breasts, Kitten."

As if someone were pulling her strings, she lifted her hands and began kneading her breasts in front o him. Playfully pinching and rolling her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, Kagome started moving her hips back and forth. Stimulating her clit as she rubbed up against his slick dick, which was resting against his stomach, hard, ready, pulsing, balls full of a thick sticky liquid dream that Kagome could still feel inside her...on her.

"Can you stick your tongue out for me?"

Whatever strange request it may be, Kagome moaned. Her mouth opened up as she slipped her tongue out and let it dangle past her lips. Her breathing was now a dreamy mess of hormones, breathy and delicious. She rocked her hips as her clit caught the ridges of the head of Shouta's cock. Stars exploded in her eyes as she leaned in to better hold herself up.

With Kagome playing with herself on his chest and his dick, Shouta had no trouble leaning in and wrapping his lips around her tongue. The muscle wiggled in his mouth as he sucked it in. Pulling her in closer as he brought a hand to her ass. Rubbing what remained of her juices in one bouncy cheek, he brought his hand back and then down hard, earning himself a delicious moan and cry of euphoria as she heeled against his dick. This was heaven! Fuck, her eyes were so far gone in sex that Shouta didn't care to pull her out of that haze, instead feeding her lust-induced state.

Pushing back against his cock, no longer rocking against it, she had long since lined herself up to his head and was working him inside. Running his fingers over her tender ass cheek, he slapped it again. Sucking harder on her tongue as she moaned and laughed into his mouth, losing her mind to all the sensations she felt.

"Aaah~ oou-a, oo-A! -uhg heh!"

Despite not understanding what she was saying, Shouta knew what she wanted. He brought a finger to her asshole and traced the rim before pushing inside. Her ass clamped tightly around his digit almost immediately; no longer was she pressing down to swallow his dick with that thirsty pussy of hers. Letting go of her tongue, he watched as she left it peeking between her lips. "What a sight for sore eyes." Groaning as she trembled against him, Shouta pushed his finger further into her tight ass, "Do you want me to fuck you again, Kitten?" He watched her glassy eyes rove across his face, finally Nodding her head with the lewdest look he'd seen on her face yet.

"Please, p-please, uhng..." Dropping her head to the junction of his neck, whimpering as he added a second finger to her ass, scissoring her tight, warm hole. "Fuuuuuck, Shouta, I can't, I can't hold on anymore, please!"

"You can come, Kitten. I'll still fuck you raw if that's what you want."

As if opening a flood gate, the tight ring around his fingers tightened along his knuckles as Kagome drenched his chest and cock with her sex juices before taking that shuddering moment to plunge his hard and fat dick inside of her.

"OH, FUCK YES! IT'S SO FUCKING DEEP INSIDE!" As if mesmerized, Kagome watched her slim tummy, her abdomen building every time she dropped down on his cock, balls deep, her pussy sucking him in like a vacuum every time she pulled herself up the length of his dick. So sensitive, she felt every vein inside of her, touching her vaginal walls and teasing her every time his dick pulsed.

Mumbling incoherent nonsense as she bounced up and down him, three fingers deep in her ass, Shouta felt her lips on his neck. The way her tongue lapped his tender flesh, tasting his sweat and moaning his name. The sounds of which tickled his dick and stimulated his thrusts. There was an endless cycle of fucking as Kagome moaned her pleasure into his neck and sucked hard on whatever her lips found.

"Fuck, Kagome, you're sucking me in so deep. What the fuck?!" It wasn't said angrily; Shouta just couldn't control his thrusts. Burying his dick deeper inside of the seductive woman he'd claimed twice now. "I'm going to bury my cock so deep in your ass after this. Every part of you will crave this dick, Kitten. How does that sound?" He asked, even as he felt her tighten around him at his words. "Is that what you want, Kitten? Dick in your ass?"

Groaning, Kagome fell back against the bed as he repositioned them. Her hips rose with every thrust to meet him, "yes, yes! Shouta, bury your dick inside my ass, fill me up, make me yours!"

It was a long morning. Shouta, who was normally described as sleep-deprived, grumpy, and unkempt, was seen entirely differently by Kagome. This man had plowed, railed, ridden, rammed, and deliciously satisfied by the girl thoroughly. He was driven, insatiable, and long-lasting in her delirious and thirst-quenched eyes. Very... long-lasting.

Out like a light, Kagome didn't feel the lukewarm cloth that danced across her milky skin. Cleaning her of the sticky white substance mingling with her own sex extract. Long fingers carded through her damp hair until they too, fell prey to sleep.

Shouta woke up to the sound of his front door opening. Instinctively, his arm tightened around Kagome's waist to confirm she was still there. Pleased that she had stayed, he felt irresponsible amounts of hubris as he took into account that he was the reason she was too tired to leave. Yeah, that was an incredible ego trip. Focusing on what had woken him up, Shouta listened, and then, hearing the familiar sound of keys being tossed on his counter, he groaned. "Shit,"

-BAM-

"SHOUTAAAAAA~!"

Kagome had shot up in his bed, her hair defying gravity as it flew forward, eyes shaking as she stared at the blonde fool in his room.

"...Hizashi..." Shouta's tone turned deadly.

"Oh, I see I'm interrupting something?" His brows furrowed as he glanced down at his watch, "though, just so you know, it's almost three in the afternoon, so you can't yell at me." Turning, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Shaking her head, Kagome looked down at Shouta, who smirked, "you're friends with Present Mic? You? He's like your polar opposite. I need some kind of backstory or explanation to make this make sense; I'm genuinely confused. Concerned, even."

"You know me so well," he brought a hand to his hair and ran it through the shoulder-length black locks. He brushed his bangs from his eyes and took the vision before him in. The sun cast a glow over her body and highlighted all of his left marks on her.

Blushing, Kagome rolled her eyes, "whatever."

"Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"N-no, I'm good. I should probably get dressed and head back before someone notices I'm gone."

"Sneaking out? Aren't you a bit old to have to ask for permission to go out?"

Shrugging, Kagome glanced around the room, "you've no idea how old I am, right. I forgot."

If that didn't trigger warning bells in Shouta's head, he wasn't sure what would. "Legal,"

"Hm?"

"You're legal."

Laughing, Kagome nodded, "yes, you're no cradle robber. How old did you think I was?"

"Oh, no, no, I hate that game." Standing, he moved across the room to his dresser and pulled out a plain black shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He managed to pull his pants on when soft fingers touched his abdomen, turning in Kagome's arms. He smirked down at Kagome, who was playing with the drawstrings of his pants, not at all carrying that she stood naked in his room. "I have no problem throwing you on the bed and taking you a third time, Kitten, but maybe I should at least go find out what Hizashi wanted?"

"Hm, sure. Is it okay if I borrow your shower?"

Glancing up to the door to the left of his dresser, Kagome smiled and slipped inside the room. Doing a quick analysis of the bathroom. Kagome placed a hand on the towel hanging next to the shower, a fragrance clung to the room, and Kagome smiled. Black Walnut and Cedar; it was fresh and smelled so good, recognizing it as the smell that sometimes wafted off of Shouta's hair when she was in his arms. Turning on the faucet, the water began flowing from the showerhead, and after a few minutes of waiting for the water to get warm, a haze of steam began to rise. Slipping inside the shower, she felt the water cascade down her body, washing away the remnants of her time with Shouta. Lifting a bottle of body wash, she recognized how it was scentless, nothing to key in on when at work.

Running her soapy hands over her body, she lathered a foam over her chest, around her neck, the tender skin alit with marks and bruises that would stay on her for days. When her hair was completely doused under the waterfall-like shower, shampoo was pumped into her hand, melting in the scent. Enjoying the foamy bubbles that trickled over her breasts, she flushed the suds from her hair and repeated the process with the conditioner.

"So,"

"..." sleepy eyes found Hizashi sitting on the stool at the counter where Shouta had pulled cries of pleasure from Kagome some odd hours ago. Stepping over to his friend, he grabbed the coffee Kagome had brought him and placed it in the microwave. "What?"

"What do you mean what? Who the hell was that?"

"Jealous?"

"VERY!" Hizashi shouted with his inside voice, picking up a shirt on the stool next to him and tossing it at Shouta.

The underground Hero reached up and caught it in the air, placing it over his shoulder to give to Kagome after her shower. "Her name is Kagome; I met her seven months ago."

"No," shaking his head, Hizashi looked like he was close to having a panic attack. "You mean to tell me you've been in a relationship for seven months, and Nemuri nor I knew!? Impossible!"

"No, that's not close to what I said. I said that I met her seven months ago. I've only gotten together with her twice, the day I met her and this morning. Now, what are you doing here?"

Grumbling something that sounded like "unfair" and "lazy," Hizashi sighed and pulled out his phone, "I have a live show this Saturday, and I wanted to see if I could drag your ass to the show."

"No,"

"Oh, come on! Why not?"

"Underground hero."

"That's fine! Just because you're an underground hero doesn't mean the world can't know who you are." Looking away from Shouta as the bedroom door opened, Hizashi felt his mouth dry as Kagome stepped out of the room in a large white t-shirt. Looking around the counter as she ran her fingers through her damp hair. "Shirt?" He asked. Watching her lift her gaze to meet his, he pointed to Shouta.

Kagome smiled, "ah," she took her shirt and continued to glance around the room, finding her shorts a good distance away in the living room with her panties not far from them. Kagome returned to the bedroom and continued to get dressed out of their line of sight.

"Yeah, I'm jealous. She's so damn pretty, Shou. Tell me you will marry this girl and have adorable-looking baby insomniacs."

"Get out,"

"What!? No, no, no~" laughing as he watched his friend drink the coffee in his hand. Shouta wasn't having any of his teasing.

Again, the door opened, and Kagome stepped out, still dressed in his shirt. Neither could tell if she wore anything underneath the shirt, but Shouta was sure she'd pulled her spandex shorts on. When she moved over to the counter and took a seat next to Hizashi, her eyes momentarily settled on the tea she'd bought.

"Want me to heat it?"

"Please?"

"You two are perfect for each other," Hizashi sighed, "coffee addicts, sleeping tile two in the afternoon, what...do you like cats too?"

She laughed, "I normally wake up around eight in the morning, and I don't like coffee. I drink tea. Though..." Kagome blushed, "I do like cats."

Shouta knew at that moment that her mind had traveled back to his nickname for her. He placed the now hot tea down in front of her and moved around the counter. Now standing behind her, Shouta moved the collar of his shirt to the side to admire his handiwork; Shouta smirked. "Try to come visit before those marks fade. Seven months is too long."

Nodding, Kagome touched her fingertips to one of those very marks. The one she'd spent the most time mesmerized by in the bathroom. While she'd been drying off, her eyes kept traveling to the junction therebetween her neck and shoulder, where a violently bruising mark was bitten and suckled into her once milky skin. Not at all flawless, marred with faded scars throughout the years of abuse she'd put her body through, but still, the contrast of dark purple and red was... she didn't have a word to describe how she felt. Kagome only knew that she continued to get lost in thoughts of how they came to be.

"So...is this an open relationship?"

That got a laugh out of Kagome. Looking at Hizashi, she shook her head and took a sip from her tea. "I have no time for relationships. I mean, it's a bad idea to get too involved with me."

"Are you secretly a villain!?"

Stilling, Kagome looked down at the drink in her hand. "No, I'm not a villain, but I'm no hero either."

"A vigilante then?"

"You won't catch me getting involved in any heroics, Shouta. Get that thought out of your head now before becoming too invested in the idea." Standing, she slipped her slip-on shoes on. Reaching over the counter, she grabbed her bag, which had fallen over during their activities earlier. "I'm not a vigilante, villain, or Hero. I am a healer and a damn good one, but I stopped getting involved in society's choices long ago."

"How long ago?" Hizashi looked at her in confusion, but she walked off to the front door without answering.

Following her to the door, he caught the door as she opened it, "Kagome,"

Turning to face him, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his, "I'll see you before the last mark on my body fades. Until then, Shouta."

Watching her leave, Shouta sighed and closed the door before leaning against it and looking at Hizashi, who watched as if his life had somehow become the most interesting thing in the world.

"So, you're free on Saturday now, right?"

"I'm not going on your radio show. I don't do publicity."

"You're so mean, Shou. First, you get a girlfriend and don't tell me; then you refuse to come onto my show... how cruel."

Dropping his head, Shouta moved over to where he had left his coffee. Picking it up, he frowned as he caught sight of something on his floor. Crouching down, he picked up a small book no bigger than his hand. Worn, tattered, scuffed around the edges. The pages were no longer a pristine white, now colored with age, a time told cream color scattered with cracks. 'L'Ethica Aristotle...' He flipped to some page towards the end, eyes flickering from one page to another.

"What's that, her diary? You dirty man, Shou!"

Rolling his eyes, Shouta read aloud from a passage:

There is no reason why a certain kind

of pleasure should not be the supreme good, even

though some kinds be bad, just as there is no reason

why a certain kind of knowledge should not be,

though some kinds be bad. Nay, perhaps we ought

rather to say that since every formed faculty admits

of unimpeded exercise, it follows that, whether happiness

be the exercise of all these faculties, or of

some one of them, that exercise must necessarily be

most desirable when unimpeded: but unimpeded

exercise of faculty is pleasure: a certain kind of pleasure,

therefore, will be the supreme good, even though

most pleasures should turn out to be bad in themselves.

"Aristotle?" Hizashi raised a brow, "do you even understand what you just read?"

"No, but apparently she does. It's highlighted."

"It's an argument between Speusippus and Aristotle over the debate of pleasure and whether it is good or bad. The argument begins with Aristotle pointedly saying that "Pleasure is good because it is the opposite of pain, which is evil." only for Speusippus to argue his point. Claiming that "it is neither pleasure nor pain, but the neutral state, which is opposite to both, that is good." where Aristotle lays his final refutal, "no, for then pleasure will be bad." I encourage you to read more. Some pretty telling truths are in that book."

"Why do you know that?"

"I like reading, Shou. I especially enjoy reading English literature from the pre-quirk era." Lifting a finger, Hizashi pointed at the book in Shouta's hand, "that's an old book, so take care of it. I don't think your...uh...whatever she is, would be too pleased to find it mistreated."

Shouta didn't say anything more about the book. Walking across his living room to a bookcase with a few books, though not as many as could fit. He placed it between a few heavy books to keep it guarded against the sun and dust or something. He wasn't sure how to take care of an old book, but he was sure it would be fine until he saw Kagome again.

"Nemuri is asking if we're hungry. Wanna grab a bite to eat? You know, since you're up now?"

"I'm guessing I have no choice."

"Nope! Get dressed; I'll give you ten minutes before I drag you out with or without clothes."

Me: Here is chapter 2! I do hope everyone is enjoying this story! Please review, and let me know your thoughts!