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A gray SUV pulled to the curb and a curly haired girl got in, slamming her luggage into the adjacent seat.
Instantly she opened a compartment and grabbed up a glass of wine, pouring herself one before the car started.
"Where to miss?" He asked in Japanese.
"Tokyo. 45th and Main. Starflight Suites." A perfect, composed response back.
She was home.
Ashley should of figured that that little blonde bitch would of betrayed them. She'd gotten immediate word.
She should of guessed it from that start. But, as a nice turn of events, she was happy that Toga was out of the situation because she hated the fact that she had gotten so bubbly and pink-cheeked over her toy.
Satoko Kasaya. The Disaster.
Her Disaster.
A lucky break that she'd been saved by a few random UA students and that damned Eraserhead... because if not, and she got the chance to have a second whack at her?
Ashley would of taken it.
That Himiko Toga would of taken it hard to that pretty little face of hers.
Bruised up, bloodied, and scraped.
She'd make her unrecognizable for thinking on her Saya. So badly deformed that Toga wouldn't even recognize her own face in the mirror, forcing that girl to use her quirk and transform her features daily, because her own was that scarred!
The teen Connely smirked into her glass.
The SUV started and pulled out.
It would of been a simple punishment, much less than those things that she'd had Saya do in the past to her victims.
Toga would of been begging for a stop; crying to have the pipe that she would have Ouija beat her with to be halted.
Such a weak girl.
Bawling she would of been... over such a lower scale torture.
No doubt about it that Himiko exposed herself on UA campus to somebody who made her change her mind... in a very resolute way as well. So deeply that it influenced her to completely pack up and move on from The League of Villians, be okay with becoming a fugitive by their terms, and to run away from her own home.
They'd sent a 'feeler' to her school. The one place where Toga couldn't use her quirk. There he saw her emptying her locker, but as soon as she made it far enough away, she shifted her face and blended into the crowd.
The stalker they sent after her?
He lost her for a bit in the wave and influx of students, teachers, and staff leaving for the day, parents picking up their kids, as the school Toga attended was a prestigious one and quite large.
A slight slip through the fingers.
But not.
He showed up outside her home. Waited for her to leave. With bags in tow he saw.
He reported it; was told to follow only and not engage.
They wanted answers; then they eventually got them, as their spy realized what she was up to: Abandonment.
Ashley sipped.
Toga was very very lucky this time.
That little witch.
A coin had twirled through Himiko's fingers and by chance, landed on the side with the head!
How? Probably the boys she was with, they must of been the ones that contacted Eraserhead. There was no other explanation.
But that meant that Toga is now in cahoots with them.
Maybe not a hero, but she 'turned', choosing that side, choosing to go with them, choosing to get in that car.
The spy, quiet and hidden, from a rooftop observing the two lowly comrades fighting in the street below, engaging in the fight, saw Himiko get tossed into a vehicle and after, the beaten villains were thrown in the car too. Eraser announced himself to the crowd.
It was required by law to state if he was a hero, to show his badge like a cop.
Good thing those two lower regime idiots didn't know anything.
They were and are expendable cannon fodder caught in the net of a much larger battle.
Useless hired slaves to Ashley, worthless except to stir shit up.
She began changing into red high heels. She had club duty tonight. She'd throw these sneakers she'd been made to wear in the trash.
They were less than a month old, but she didn't want them.
So much for her father too, thinking he could somehow use Toga to teach her some basic decision making skills. She'd squeezed that much out of him a week ago.
He'd thought they'd make a good pair Himiko Toga and her, even though just from one encounter they fought like cats and dogs.
Her father was so stupid in some ways!
She could laugh!
Ashley did laugh. Snarky over her wine.
If he thought changing her was possible in some way... it wasn't!
She'd still make her rash decisions. Whenever she wanted!
She was a Connley. She had the power to make decisions like that, she had the right by her position and name.
It gave her that oh-so-lovely ego boost.
Better. The heels were so much better.
She'd just make sure the next time to grasp her hands tighter around Satoko's throat, putting him in her emotion quirk's chains; a hold that much tighter.
At least that much she'd learned.
But for Toga?
So much for her dad thinking that girl made complex, planned out decisions!
This running away was an obvious dead-ringer that she was not all about that.
The girl was capable of rash decisions just like her. Quite the comparable opponent she was now!
It made this game more fun.
Of course, as Connely's, they'd win. They always did, so there was no war truly in Ashley's mind, but it'd be fun to string her along never the less if given the chance.
But most likely that wouldn't be possible now because she was in UA's hands, but the thought of it was so pleasing to the curly haired heiress. One less road block to Satoko in her mind. And sure, Himiko could blab on about the LOA's doings, comings and goings... but the blonde didn't know a lot herself.
'Oh you.' She ran a pristinely manicured fingernail across a photo in a fashion magazine on her lap.
This image was perfect. She could imagine it.
Her assassin (the one she desired) dressed exactly as this one, with that black dog collar around his neck that her father had ordered to be crafted.
There was no way he could disobey.
Like a good dog.
A very very good dog.
Getting shocked by the device if he stepped out of line, the little remote in her hand.
She'd have that power. Just as she always did. She always held all the rights.
Ashley had chills rocket through her, putting diamond earrings back in her ears, the jewels of her highly elevated position, of her signature, rich and pompous silhouette.
She reveled in it.
Now that she was back in Tokyo, she was able to be herself again, and she'd earn credit for winning the deal over that she was overseas for. Millions of dollars worth of people trafficking and drugs would soon be funneled to Russia.
The business was growing and growing.
As one of the immeadiate funnels that the LOA used as a means to ship their 'goods', the Connely's clubs prospered as well. And underhandedly, the Connely's were that much closer to fucking them ALL over, because with this winning deal, their position was solidified. So taking down that crank ass psycho All For One, and ruling Japan themselves was nearing, on the horizon, that orange dawn growing that much brighter.
Then perhaps the world!
Her eyes in the SUV filled with glimmer imagining herself as the 'princess' of the globe.
She'd have Satoko then for sure anyway she wanted.
Maybe even for something so frivolous as sex.
She knew her father despised the concept, but she dabbled in the idea.
Forcing him to be passionate with the woman who ruined his so-called 'life'.
It'd be beyond inspiring for her.
'His life.' She started laughing hard. "What life?" A sick mumble.
"You okay miss?" The driver.
"Yes." She cleared her throat. "Just drive." She snickered it down.
His life?
Really?
She'd given him his life. She took credit for all his talent. All his uses!
She was the one that mercilessly forced him to train, to run, to be a better swordsman, to be a good good boy.
And sometimes she would reward him.
And well... sometimes she wouldn't.
She smirked.
Sex.
It sounded nice.
That would be the ultimate downfall for him, ultimate ruination, she figured, in his mind.
She'd grab him up and tell him what to do through her emotion quirk enhanced.
And he'd do it. Do it so well, especially with a drug in his system to aid that feeling, to boost it, to help force her quirk on him, the magnetism of desire so strong that he would feel as if going insane.
He'd be begging, unable to keep his hands off.
It didn't bother her that it would be false, faux for him in relation to her, because well... she'd be getting what she wanted anyway, just as always. She knew she was spoiled to death, and she really loved it.
She owned that peice of him, and she'd long ago decided that if it be anyone that should take him... it'd be in a situation she put together so she could see someone pound that pretty little ass of his (secretly she desired to watch), and no women, because she admitted, she was jealous in that way.
His screams as the pain was too great in the beginning, then the wonton moaning, maybe let the man she paid smack him around, but only a little. So fantastic for her to sit and enjoy, a front row seat in a side room. She wanted to watch 'it' go in and out of him, stretching him, even if he shouted out in pain, she'd fire her quirk so he would have no option except to 'enjoy'.
Or... she'd just let him do 'it' to her. Give him that treat, without her father's knowledge somehow.
Either way, she monopolized every ounce of his desire. With her quirk on him, he'd be hers in all ways.
Her fingertips sizzled, shook.
Her impatience was hard to control, especially with Satoko Kasaya.
Map or no map of UA, he'd slip up someday.
He'll walk off that campus and go against his brother's want of him to stay safe.
And once they found out, it'd be on.
No matter what they had to sacrifice, Disaster was a valuable prize, a priceless jewel, and these ants of villains should be proud to fight to get him back.
It was a fact that without a talented personal assassin on their side that business had gone back to the way it was: tit-for-tat: you do this deal for me, I do this deal for you.
Ashley was certain that many of their sources were probably relieved when Disaster was ripping away from them (not by her doing, but by that super imposing older brother of his!), because with him at their side, they had been ruthless.
Tyrants in business.
You screw around and don't pay the money, give what the contract stated, try to fuck the Connelys over in any way, shape or form?
Off with your head, a slice across the neck, a nice, horrible rape, then many stabs to the chest.
All compliments her calling card: Disaster.
It got the message across.
The boy, growing to a teen with her, under her control, only known by the name Disaster to the victims.
She remembered all the fun she had.
Unlike Ouija now.
That one, her 'replacement' assassin, he is just no good.
But she had to have someone aside her, for protection. But this one's quirk just isn't what Satoko's is.
Ashley sighed. Sipping.
She'd just get tired of looking at him honestly and make him go somewhere else.
His face shape was not the same, his hair not the same, his eye shape was wrong, height.
All of it, and none of it was Satoko Kasaya.
She couldn't think rationally. She'd tried to play around with this one, changing things on him as she wanted: the haircut, the clothes, piercings, etc., but it was just not the on-the-same-level as the boy she had before, in every single way.
She didn't think it wrong to judge Ouija for that either, it was his fault he wasn't born a Disaster look-alike, or more so, his parent's fault for having such a kid!
Ashley wanted all her children to be so beautiful, getting that pre-'leg-up' in society. She'd choose a suitable partner based on temperament and appearance rather than smarts. She didn't care much if the father of her future kids was a numb-skull, as long as he was lovely to look at, and probably fun in bed or something.
She had standards! High ones!
The girl knew she was rather shallow in that way, and she didn't care.
And if her standards kept her from having a future 'family', 'Oh well.' Her father then wouldn't be pleased, and their business would have to pass to non-family. That was why she knew he expected her to marry, to get pregnant, to bear children... eventually.
As of right now, she still just wanted to live free and wild, and be whatever she wanted to be, then when the time came to settle, she would settle.
But not until she came across a man that lived up to the right 'look'.
Dr. Connely wouldn't let it be Satoko.
And that was fine with her.
He was just a plaything anyway.
Sure, she loved and adored the fun. The killing with him. All the times they shared! She expected more! She owned this guy, this navy long-haired (which she still despised), average height, smoker.
Those gray crystals stared into her soul and shivered her.
The way he danced turned her on.
So good.
Great.
Spread those legs apart.
Put those hands above your head.
Unbutton that shirt.
'Let me see.' She swallowed a heavy gulp of wine, crossed her legs the other direction.
Until she found another to do such a stir in her as him, where something even as simple as thinking about him moved her, she would not even think of bearing a child.
And she would have Saya again, for sex if she wanted this time. So it wouldn't be like she was depriving herself while she waited around to find the eventual man that she'd bear some babies with.
She thought as if she already had him back.
A smirk.
Now it was just a matter of snagging him.
The black car sped into an underground tunnel, and like a strange lid, an enclosed door locked electronically behind, automatic. Lights flew by on the sides, little yellow ones on the walls of the tunnel to tell them where to go as they sped through it in the vehicle.
Shinso had long told Redford to close his eyes, and for extra precaution an opaque metal scarf was wrapped over his head.
Not a soul spoke.
All completely aware that Redford, even under Shinso's quirk could still use his senses.
Eraser wanted one awake for questioning, but he didn't want them to know where they would be going. He wanted it unknown.
Himiko still holding Everett's hand sat warm between the two boys.
Warm.
A comforting warm.
Shinso had his right arm across the top of the bench seat in the back of the car, it went across her and Everett's shoulders. Toga could see Shinso's hand on Everett's right shoulder, resting there.
They were... best friends.
Is this what it looked like?
She had never had such a bestie before... let alone just a friend.
Another subject quickly came to mind: She was in pain, wincing as the car bounced a bit here and there.
Himiko cleared her throat.
Shinso and Everett looked at the sudden noise.
She grasped her shoulder. "It hurts." Toga couldn't hold it in any longer. She knew why they were keeping quiet, but she had to say something.
Eraser looked in the rearview mirror under Mic's pink sunglasses, they even had pink lens in them.
"I can feel my quirk slipping." She mumbled. Himiko Toga knew full-well she had little stamina with it when she was injured.
"Go ahead." Eraser mumbled.
Everett swallowed.
This was it.
He'd get a first look at 'Toga-san.'
Shinso had already called her Toga only. Everett felt like he knew her well enough that he could call her that too. But, with the moment happening earlier, honorifics were thrown out the window and what was important was helping Eraser. Everett got that was why Shinso hadn't cared to use honors; normal cultural convention.
The real Toga. He was waiting for it, and now that time had came.
She breathed heavy, trying to focus on her own image in her mind.
A paler complexion; the boys watched the skin on her face lighten by a few shades.
Rounder face; the cheeks billowed a little.
Smaller nose; the bridge of it shrank, the end upturned slightly.
Mouth more flat; lips widened out, Cupid's bow enhanced.
She opened her eyes, and Eraserhead and the boys both seen...
The last piece to the puzzle: Those sky blue eyes slowly flecked different shades, moving from a blue to a golden, and in less than a minute they were such a pretty light hazel brown that they appeared like the finest ore even in the darkness of the tunnel inside the car.
"This is me." She muttered, blushing, with a strong as-a-matter-of-fact tone, Toga looked down. This was the first time anyone watched her so intensely 'shift'. Even with the villains, she did it in the other room, or turned around some, not right in front of them for them to view it.
She knew she already trusted this group more.
They were kind. Honest.
Even Eraser?
She'd been in shock about it. She'd been told Eraserhead was cold, flat and menancing; a horrible beast that was strong and chaotic in his fighting.
Chaotic in his fighting he was, she'd just seen it, but a beast?
She watched him just now roll the window down, the automatic sound soft.
He lit a cigarette, sucked on it and the stream of smoke floated out the window, his left arm resting on the open window frame, the white stick perched calm in his fingers, right hand on the wheel.
Eraser's dark hair tossled.
"Aiwaza-Sama."
"Hn?" He mumbled.
"You smoke?" Shinso asked soft.
"Yea."
Didn't effect Shinso at all, he just blinked away in a little surprise and pushed the button for his window to roll it down as well.
To Toga, the air inside the tunnel felt nice. She figured maybe the others thought so as well.
Toga blinked. Aiwaza. His family name was 'Aiwaza.'
Not the menance and destructive monster he was made out to be, but a person. He was a teacher at UA. A hero.
He was... normal.
Tired-looking.
His hair floated around.
He seemed... peaceful.
Peace.
Something she hadn't felt in a long time. And certainly not with others. She'd never felt at rest with other people around, always on her toes.
She thought she'd be deathly afraid of this guy, but instead she was at ease.
He was the opposite.
The villains were liars.
Liars.
This is where she belonged.
Everett's heart beat fast as the girl shyly looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, a small smile on her face, looking as if she was frightened they wouldn't accept her.
She sighed and let go of his hand to yank a few hair ties off her wrist. Wincing horribly, she tussled her blonde hair up into her normal girly buns, and popped a tube of chapstick to balm her lips. A groan. It pained her to move but she'd forced herself.
She just wanted to get back to looking how she normally did.
The faux hawk was struck.
Shinso noticed his friend's face. Smirked. Looked left and away out his open window again, and watching the lights in the tunnel zoom by.
So did Eraser, with a slight eye roll. 'Teens.' He took sighed slightly and took a suck on his cigarette, recalling back to when he was one, thanking gods he'd changed from then.
He was once engaged. Eraser was glad that was over. Long over. He was glad he'd found himself, and wasn't a confused, lost soul as he once had been.
In youth, you're trying to figure out who you are. Same with these kids and their young crushes. That was why it floored him so that Katsuki asked Kasaya to marry him already.
They were so young. So young yet...
The European in the backseat was in shambles inside.
The girl was pretty!
Sure, 'Sato Emi' was adorable in his eyes too, but Toga just as herself was such a cutie also!
He had to confirm: "You remember that conversation we had about genetics?"
Himiko looked up at him with a look of wonder on her face.
Those golden eyes bore into his very blue ones.
"What was that model you described?"
"Oh!" She suddenly bubbled, pushing her chapstick back into a pocket on her backpack. Toga pulled out her little key-ring of charms and twiddled them in her hand. "You mean the triangle?" She held up her hands quick in a pyramid pose then put them down a little too quick. A small moan escaped her lips, another groan, a hand on her shoulder rubbed it. "The top is the great great grandparents, and the bottom is the parents. The bottom is wider because your genetics are most impacted by those people's DNA as compared to the top of the pyramid where your ancestors are. There are certain percentages of chance from parents, grandparents, great great grandparents for your quirk, but you could also get the exact same quirk as a parent or grandparent at birth, parent more likely than grandparent." A lot of that was in a loud muttering excitable tone.
It was the same voice he'd heard that day!
Everett smiled really large.
Eraser looked in the rearview again when she was speaking. Toga was very educated. At first observation, she'd make an excellent hero, and that was exactly his plan. She would be a source to this small-group investigation, to their attempt to 'get at' the villains, to get a way in. She would have no choice. She will be questioned as well, and afterwards he will decide what to do with her.
No matter, he had to inform the dean.
And the dean's word was always final. This was his campus. His school. And he did not play or joke around. If he did, there was always an intelligent backing to it.
When Shota seen the girl's face shifting, he concluded in an instant that they needed her. That was quite an ability! An exceptionally useful quirk. Maybe not for fighting, like many in Hero Class, but one for fighting in a more sly way.
But this was a lower concern.
At the moment he was favoring other things.
Like where his son had disappeared to.
It had been four days.
January was almost over already.
It was cold, and Eraser himself had stopped by the dorms and knocked on their room, avoiding prying eyes of the B's and Hero Class successfully.
No answer.
Turning homework in online was what Bakugo was doing.
He thought a few times maybe he should just change his class rules and actually make an assignment a turn-in one.
That would force him to come to class, Bakugo anyways, as he didn't have Kasaya as homeroom, or in any of the other curriculum classes he taught.
Didn't have Kasaya.
That's right.
His son's boyfriend.
'Fiancé.'
Eraser knew Sekijiro made his homeroom students turn in physical assignments a lot, and surely if a student wasn't showing up, Aiwaza would of heard about it in the break room, but he hadn't heard a peep from him.
That had to mean that Satoko was still coming to class without any other choice.
Eraser licked his lip in the car, took a suck from a cigarette.
He'd wait on him outside the 1-B door on Monday, somewhere hidden and confront him about his son not showing up to Hero Class.
It was the weekend right now, and no classes were in session!
Monday he'd make him listen and ask what they hell they were doing!
All of Hero Class was downright up-the-walls about it already and they were rambunctious every single damned day! (Not Midoriya of course, even though he picked up that he should fake knowing what was going on):
'Bakugo's not here again... blah blah.' 'I haven't seen him out on campus either!' 'Where could he of gone?' 'If he can do it then can we!?'
That last one was a whine from Mineta.
'NO!' Aiwaza responded a little TOO loud.
The whole class looked up.
That response gave away his emotion: Tense and pissed.
He thought his son had a better notion than to run off like this!
But it was BAKUGO KATSUKI after all.
And knowing Bakugo Katsuki how Aiwaza Shota knew Bakugo Katsuki... the hellacious blonde would follow Kasaya Satoko to hell and back.
And wherever Saya was was 100% where his son was.
He was never this concerned when the mouthy brat wasn't his kin!
He took that vow to heart damn it!
Sure he supposed both the teens were angry and pissed about everything, Satoko probably worried as shit about exposing himself as the 'dome villain' to Midoriya (without much an option as things were getting irate in the dean's lounge again), but when Eraser sat Midoriya down and explained the situation more to him (after he came out of Disaster's hold), Hero Deku took to it very quick.
Aiwaza explained to Midoriya that Satoko had a delinquent past (one he didn't know a lot about so he couldn't speak on it). Toshinori told Izuku more about Stella and For One's All; what the power was like. They explained how Saya somehow missed Merge School when he was younger, what Merge School was, and with a 'passed power' like Satoko's, how that power was so strong (without Merge School) that it came conscious, using a piece of his brain for it, went by the name Disaster, and eventually they realized it only wanted Satoko to face his past rather than pushing it off so that they could truly be one.
He described to Deku that Disaster was the one that was the chaotic neutral in the dome event that caused all the issues, but it was just trying to get at Bakugo and him to have some words. Eraser also explained to Izuku how Saya is merged now and he is Disaster, the quirk itself, and how Satoko Kasaya wants to be a hero, a pro hero. That he is good and not bad.
He left out that Bakugo and Kasaya were dating. He figured that would have to be something that his son should say to Midoriya, if he even wants anyone to know at all. So far, it seemed that they were hiding it, with the exception of the engagement ring that Satoko never takes off.
Eraser watched puzzle pieces in Hero Deku's eyes make the connections.
Midoriya promised not to say anything to the rest of Hero Class, even joined Toshi and Shota searching for them, without anyone else's knowledge.
But... things were getting worse.
Eraserhead looked in the rearview mirror to the kids in the backseat.
Shinso felt obligated enough to use his quirk in a public place; a 'no no' without permission from a UA Pro Hero as UA students. The kid with the orange scarf that was blushing; he would of been mauled had it not been for him and his friend. Toga who was chatting away now; just a girl that had somehow at such a young age got drawn to evil... was just a girl.
That was how he seen them.
As teens. Simply that. As young people that needed molding in society. Who if they didn't have it would stray from good and step foot into evil.
Maybe this Toga, maybe that had happened to her. He'd find out.
But he wouldn't of had this chance, if he lost to those on the street today. He could of lost to those villains (most likely not, as he was Eraserhead, known to take on 12-15 at a time), but still... it could of happened.
Things could of been worse.
More could of showed. Nomus could of appeared.
You never know.
Times were growing rougher.
Nobody cheered, not many clapped. Heroes of UA were losing their lawful face with the public too fast.
It made him scared.
'Please. Be safe.' Eraser whisped in his mind to wherever his son was with his fiancé. Satoko and Bakugo would protect each other that much he knew, but the general public was quickly beginning to be a place where people should never go out alone.
Especially UA student and staff.
Especially Saya and Suki.
Today he could of lost the kids in the backseat of his car.
And any day he could loose the two teens he loved the most just the same.
Through his grasp of safety they could be pulled and wrenched back into a world of darkness.
Kasaya reached down and touched the taped down plasticwrap on both sides of his inner thighs under his athletic shorts.
He'd used about 3/4th's the money he got from his brother's January care package on these. He chose only black ink, shading, traditional American art style.
Lilies.
Traced over Bakugo's sharpie lines.
He could see them through the transparent surface.
"You look fuckin' crazy."
"Hah?" Satoko looked up.
"Looks like you keep starin' down at your dick." Bakugo laughed hard.
It was that kiddish laugh that he had, that over joyously silly one.
It made Saya smirk, shake his head. He pulled his athletic short's legs back down. "They kinda burn."
"The guy said they would." The biker cut added after he was done goofing.
Tightening the bun on the back of his head, he closed his eyes, and Bakugo, like normal, snuck a peep at him doing so. Through a glance, he watched him gracefully sweep those soft long bangs behind those pale ears. They were almost long enough that they stayed there now.
Katsuki admitted he missed it. Those bangs, and those storm colored orbs, shy, blinking out from underneath of them.
"You were right." He mumbled.
"Hm?" Bakugo turned more against the kitchen counter, he lit a cigarette and stuck it in the corner of his mouth.
He pulled his shorts leg up again, running a finger over the plastic. "They're completely covered now. Except f..." Saya swallowed, reached and grasped for his drink on the table. Took a swig and sat it back down. "For th'big one." The scars on his inner thighs, they were no longer visible. But the one very very large scar all the way up his groin remained.
Katsuki's calm face fell to a frown.
He didn't want him thinking on that.
Not about her.
Never again.
He came over, a thin stream of smoke trailing behind him like someone had lit incense. "Don't worry about that." He touched both of Satoko's shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the back of his neck, and began to roll them slow in circles. A whisper: "I'm th'only one you let see it."
Seductive.
"Mh." A groan in the throat at the touch. Suki was true with his words. Saya's palms dropped to his lap, long fingers crossing.
Another whisper to his right ear, closer. "Y'like this?"
A little nod. Ah... with Suki. 'So good.'
Bakugo shifted behind the chair to take a puff. He blew.
One hand went to take Saya's bun out, letting his hair fall, short-lived that hairdo was, then fingers began to glide through the strands. The other palm went around Saya's structured waist, to the chest, to drizzle a finger around his body jewelry outside his shirt, the smoke from the cigarette wavering in he finger as he did it.
Katsuki's heart beat. The smell of the other's hair overwhelming.
Satoko responded with air out his mouth. It felt good.
Then carefully, a fingertip looped Suki's finger off the nipple, guided it to a mouth and slowly, the cigarette was pursed in smooth gloss lips, taking it from the hand playfully.
Satoko tilted his head back with an 'I've won.' expression, challenging him, letting out some smoke through his nose into Suki's face.
A little wicked smirk crossed Bakugo's mouth, as he just let the smoke dissipate around him, blinking slow through it.
His nose slow in approach, but instantly on Saya's. The tips touching.
If he wanted to play a little domainace game with him, he'd play it.
Bakugo cupped his empty hand under his chin (the other hand completely drowned in Saya's locks), and while running fingers through his fiancé's long mane, he snatched the cigarette quick out of his lips, and replaced his smirk with a lusciously deep, passionate kiss set on winning.
Saya was dazed.
It'd been a minute since they had.
Too caught up in the past four or five days of drama.
The taste of Suki's tongue, the tobacco, the signature smell of his sweat.
'My gods.' Kasaya swirled and wiggled his tongue, mouth wide, just as Suki's own did, this physical touch was so good. They sucked and pressed. 'Fuck.'
He was in his spell.
Suki reeled back by a few millimeters, just enough to speak to him without breaking the heat. "Le'me cut your hair f'you."
"Hm...?" Saya buzzed back on his lips.
Suki pressed another small kiss, a little bite, feeling manly and in-charge in this moment, he had no doubt soon that Kasaya would do something to take that away from him, turning the tables, and in tow, he'd feel rather feminine.
He didn't mind. Katsuki liked that.
Masculine and feminine faded into one with them. They both possessed equal portions of it, and their relationship held no standards where one had to be 'the man' and the other 'the woman.'
They were two men in a relationship together.
And that was that.
They exposed and took away from each other both the feminine and the masculine, and they played silly games with each other where they would pass the dominance between them.
Teasing.
It was teasing.
Always.
"It's a mess, it's grown out." The cigarette burned between Suki's fingers. Whispers.
Kasaya chuckled deep.
It was thing about Bakugo that reminded him of Ashley and her once control over him, but with Bakugo these things were different.
Ashley would take him to a pricey salon and pick out what she wanted, and of course he would obey with no other choice stuck in an emotion control.
Bakugo would never do that.
"Can I?" Suki whispered, taunting, a soft kiss on the cheek. He wanted to show appreciation for him somehow, and he just wanted to give him a little trim.
He was a little adamant, Saya picked up on it.
Satoko supposed he was right. It'd been since the report he did in homeroom a few months back when he first felt the desire to actually start brushing it regularly and had given it a quick trim then.
Plus, his hair did grow fast.
Satoko nodded.
His brother would be gone most the day anyway.
He was on guard duty and wouldn't be done until 1 o'clock in the morning.
They were on base across town with Hisashi for the weekend in his small apartment on it. Before that, they were in the abandoned building on campus they practiced martial arts in, showered at the campus gym a few times, unnoticed.
The base wasn't as safe as UA, but it was decent enough, Satoko had been here before for almost a year, in this tiny apartment with his brother, studying at UA, turning in what he could online, and being transported by military personnel to campus if he had to show up for anything, which was rare, as he'd chose a lot of online classes, and his homeroom teacher year before last chose to turn assignments in online mostly.
He was dropped off by humvee at the corner and walked to the front entrance by military if he had to show up. It drew attention, but it was for his protection.
It was the only other safe-ish place Satoko knew of outside the campus, and as soon as they contacted Hisashi, he was instantly for there for them, as he always was.
Bakugo Katsuki was now as close as a Satoko, another brother to Hisashi was how he considered him. He was under his protection, if Bakugo needed it.
They had to explain a lot of things to Hisashi, about what Eraser and All Might were trying to attempt, about his quirk Disaster, and what it was: For One's All and what that meant for the world.
Hisashi was dazed, irate at first, but eventually calmed, and began to try to think logically. It made sense now, why his brother's quirk was so strong compared to the rest of the family's history.
But out of the logical, case nothing. He had zero ideas of what to do about anything, even after pulling out the court files he'd gathered and thumbing through all the papers with them.
Of course, that next morning, after Hisashi left for guard duty, Satoko and Bakugo wandered out off base, and Kasaya got his tattoos first.
There was an opening at Wave and they took it randomly.
Kasaya decided that he wanted to attempt to step out of a safe zone for a little while. For Katsuki, he'd do it.
Bakugo was a bit timid and wanted to see a tattoo get done before he got his, revealed that to Kasaya, and so, Kasaya pulled the trigger and went ahead and swallowed down his self consciousness.
He called Wave and asked if there were any open spots today, and there was. Bakugo had asked him not to, concerned, but Kasaya's want out-weighed everything else.
Plus, he wanted to be there when Suki got his done as well. That meant more time out of a 'safe zone'.
Saya filled the time block up at Wave.
He so deeply wanted to see the vines go on Suki's back, so much that if his man was nervous about it a little still, that he would get over his own self-consciousness about his own scars and have Suki's beautiful lilies done right before those crimson eyes... just so Suki could see what 'tattooing' actually was.
To see it for what it really was, and not just what other people told him about it, or what he would read about it.
And as soon as Kasaya was done sitting in that chair, and the buzzing of the machine stopped, after 6 straight hours of taking that burning of the needle (and a few breaks in between), Katsuki Bakugo was fully convinced.
He saw the pain, but after awhile it seemed to subside and him and Saya were joking and goofing like normal, heeding caution to keep their relationship under wraps, as they didn't know these people.
Bakugo talked with the tattoo artist as he ran the needles over Satoko's skin, and drew his drawings on his man, and he got a lot of insight on what it was like to have one done on his back.
Supposedly for a back piece, there wasn't a lot of protective skin there, but that area wasn't as sensitive, but for Suki it would be more so the time.
What he was getting was huge, and it could be done in one session as long as he took breaks and the artist took breaks, but it would be about 8 hours of work.
Bakugo scheduled a day and time immeadiately. He would be the artist's only appointment all day that day.
They were doing this.
Together.
They were both glad that they'd come there, and they got back no problem. Took a taxi.
Kasaya had just lived 6 hours like everyone else in the world got to: FREELY.
And Katsuki had got the chance and opportunity to spend to those first 6 hours of freedom with him.
Suki felt not only privileged, but Satoko Kasaya made him him feel special.
He was the one that Satoko wanted to share those 6 hours with. Those first meaningful 6 hours.
Together and free they were!
Suki wished so hard for more of this.
They held hands in the taxi on the way back to base, both whispering and agreeing with each other not to tell Hisashi that they'd left today. Hiding the tattoos.
Their drawings on each other, on their physical skin. They were doing them! And they'd be on their skin until this life was over and they were just air.
Then they'd live that way together as well.
As lovers. As best friends. As two connecting pieces in this puzzle of life, so tied that even after 'life' was done, and their physical bodies didn't confine their souls anymore, that they'd still be with each other.
Bakugo took that seriously. Satoko took that seriously.
Bakugo walked in the other room and came back with some scissors, cigarette smoke trailing behind him, he wanted to enjoy the touches and the feelings of Saya's soft hair in his fingers.
Cherishing as he cut.
"You need a trim too." Kasaya chugged the rest of his drink. Bakugo's hair was starting to get puffy, those callics fluffing the long, soft blonde strands up.
Bakugo came behind him again, cigarette in lip. Mumbled: "Cut mine..." He blew a puff out.
Kasaya turned to look. His hair? He was okay with that?
Bakugo leaned down, crouched by the chair, and poked at the ring on Satoko's finger that he just put back on as they got back from the tattoo parlor. "We'll be doing things like this a lot." It was just one more thing physical that he'd enjoy with his man while they were on this earth.
Satoko smiled genuine.
Katsuki shivered at those eyes looking as bangs drifted out from behind his ears and slowing worked their way down over one of his orbs.
"Suki." Saya used his finger and tilted his chin up, gaining Bakugo's attention. Those blood red eyes were deep into his pink lips.
As those cinnamon wines looked into his sauve grays, he whispered to him. "Cut it off."
"Hah?" Bakugo's lip fell a bit, the cigarette he was smoking wavered. 'Cut it off?' What'd he mean?
"I like it long but..." Kasaya swallowed. "I grew it out to spite her, out of my hate, because Ashley despised my hair long." He licked his lip. "But I don't think like that... anymore. I hate her still, but she's not a piece of me."
Bakugo smirked.
"You're my life, I'm your life."
Katsuki reached to give him a kiss, that last line was kind of cheesy, but he didn't mind, he moved his cigarette so he could put his lips on Satoko's, and after a bit, he felt a tear fall leak his skin. He pulled back to see Satoko's eyes full of wetness.
"It's so strange having emotions like this, when I'd been separated from that for so long."
Bakugo began wiping those cheeks with his thumbs, putting the cigarette in Kasaya's mouth, who began smoking the rest of it diligently.
He felt dominant again. He smiled really large, he got it. He was crying because he was feeling something really strong: "You love me."
"Yeh." Kasaya mumbled. "I love you Suki." He butted the cigarette out in the ashtray on the kitchen table.
Bakugo put his lips down again on his, millimeters. "Then marry me sooner, right after your birthday... this year." His was in the spring. Satoko's in autumn. Shivers shot through him, his spine quivered.
That's... 7 months away!
'7 months.'
Satoko grinned stupidly and laughed into his shocked face. It was like Suki said the words, then realized right after what that meant! Funny!
"Okay." Saya yanked Suki up off the ground, and placed the man on his lap, a leg on both sides of him, their foreheads touching.
"Idiot! I have scissors!" A protest.
Kasaya wrapped his arms around that waist scooting him closer. "I was paying attention." A little childish pout. He really had been though.
Kisses.
Molding into one another.
A small, tiny moan from the blonde one on top as things got heavier.
"Before we marry, cut my hair off Suki." Saya breathed hotly into his mouth, he felt Apollo move in a mildly 'suggestive' way, almost unnoticeable. 'Oh yes.' This would be happening too.
It would happen.
Satoko swallowed gently trying to hide his apprehension. He had no doubt that Bakugo would be gentle, but if he was rough, even that he probably would take.
He wondered if Bakugo would let him do the same to him? To be inside him as well.
Breath was getting hotter.
Bakugo moved again.
Hands dropped lower on the blonde's waist.
Did he dare?
Suki whispered. "K."
A pulse between his legs. Satoko closed his eyes.
Hot air to a cheek. "How?" Pant from the blonde.
"Leave y... y'mark on me." Satoko.
He felt a throat chuckle so low that it vibrated across his own throat, and it had no noise.
"Go crazy?" Bakugo whispered he sucked his earlobe, licking. Closer. He wanted to be closer.
Satoko dared.
He wrapped his hands all the way around that ass and gently patted both sides from outside those dark jeans.
It borderlined a smack.
Bakugo laughed suddenly at it.
Not the reaction Satoko thought!
His eyes popped open wide, chin on Bakugo's shoulder, as the blonde was deep into his neck lapping at it.
He was apprehensive because he was so worried about the past. About the raping he been made to do. He didn't want to rape him, he didn't want their passionate and playful times to be skewed and screwed up because he'd been screwed up!
That dreadful fucking scar a horrid reminder.
He didn't want to accidentally rape him because he didn't know any other way... or something like that.
But that sudden cute laugh!
It anchored Saya back to reality.
'Katsuki.' He closed his eyes.
Katsuki would tell him if it hurt. Katsuki would be truthful with him. Katsuki would also tell him when it felt good.
And for him... he'd do the same.
'Katsuki.' A sigh. 'Katsuki.' Luscious. "Go crazy." Satoko confirmed with a dark smile. A want. He was forgetting the subject matter of this situation very quickly.
Bakugo reeled up on his lap, grazing his partner in the exact right way eliciting a squeak out of him as he bit down on the muscle on his shoulder.
It wasn't enough to draw blood. But it caused Kasaya to jolt for a second.
"Fuck." He blurted. A mixture of pain and pleasure. Seeing stars behind his lids. This was going... going 'there'.
And for this first time... Kasaya was feeling 'into' it.
"You said leave a'mark." Teasing over the bite.
"I meant my hair." He blushed over, trying to hide it. He didn't entirely mean his hair.
Bakugo knew what he'd meant.
Satoko knew he knew what he'd meant.
Katsuki's cheeks pinkened, long eyelashes fluffing behind Satoko's head as he ran his tongue over the spot he nipped him.
"I can bite back." He whispered in Suki's ear, low. "Keep that in mind." His sharpened incisors could peirce that ivory skin so fast. He preferred not to taste blood, but...
"Soon." Bakugo whisped. Knowing that one word would encompass all the feelings they were feeling right now.
It shot streams of heat through Satoko, he curled his fingers and then relaxed them on Bakugo's tight butt, and Katsuki grew furiously embarrassed by his own words.
But stunned.
Bakugo felt it.
This wasn't the most sexual Kasaya had been with him, as they'd made out before quite a few times, and they'd been quite undressed and under sheets.
But this was the most 'feeling' and 'emotion' Kasaya had put into the 'sexual' portion that they had yet to get to.
It was a door that creaked open somehow in Satoko's head.
And Bakugo could feel those hands on his backside firmly holding him down, he could feel 'that' part of Saya also present.
Very present through those athletic shorts.
Katsuki was ready he felt, but he wasn't sure if Saya was entirely 'there' mentally just yet.
He would not force him.
He would not be Ashley.
Bakugo swallowed and bit back his want to literally hold him down, strip him bare, and fuck him senseless.
He would shake this off, because this was just the beginning.
Katsuki knew his lover's mental state wasn't quite there. It was open now a bit, the door cracked, but he still wanted to wait to make sure.
Even if it took up until they were married and after.
It wasn't about the sex.
Bakugo was certain that when their relationship got out, that that would be one of the first things people would assume: Was that it was about ravishing, carnal sex or something. That that was why their relationship existed.
There in making it surface level only!
That pissed Bakugo off!
One of these days once they came out and got married, even if they decided to hide the marriage... one day. He swore to himself. He would ensure every single person in the whole fucking world that questioned it... KNEW it was more than that.
He would go to the ends of the earth.
He would walk over coals.
He would confront their words and make it KNOWN that HE, Bakugo Katsuki was in love.
And when that day came, he would not back down.
He would pride himself that he was lucky enough in this life that he could feel emotion this deep.
So.
He would wait.
He would wait until he KNEW Satoko was in the right state of mind all the way.
Satoko squeezed again and released, pressing the blonde down and into him.
Katsuki swallowed.
It felt so good.
Thier relationship was getting... to be so so good.
Not that it already wasn't good, it was great!
But to make love, have it mean what it's supposed to mean... rather than having each other as sex objects; that is what Katsuki desired the most.
"I'm have an idea f'your hair."
"Oh?" Satoko mumbled completely lost into Suki's heavy body on him, lost because his hands were in a place... like that.
"Le'me do it to you... yeh?" Whisper.
Le'me do it to you... yeh?
Satoko knew he meant the cut, but the sentence implied more. Other meanings.
His teasing nature excited him.
"Go ahead." He felt absent as Bakugo's body stood up from him.
Being that close with someone.
He heard the scissors.
A lock of hair fell to his lap.
Navy, long and silky.
A long six inch piece of it.
One more thing to distance himself from who he used to be and what he was now.
Truly, his old life, the one he'd been forced live, it was almost over.
Things were bad, but he was better.
Suki was better.
And they're relationship. It kept getting better.