Suri meets a master vampire. Suri is reminded how much she hates vampires. Suri and Izuku have a talk.

Suri expected many things when she was being dragged along with Lady Oda. She'd expected Mina and Tooru to fight her having to go alone and they had. It took nearly twenty minutes alone before Suri finally convinced her girlfriends that she'd be okay, not trusting the werefox's word on her safety. They had finally relented, said their goodnights and disappeared back into the city streets heading towards UA. Of course, she didn't blame the hesitation and fight the two girls put up. Would you just let your girlfriend go off with some lady who was too rich and high and mighty for her own good and was, gently put, a bitch? Would you let her get in that car with the sketchy woman and the blade wielding assailant you'd just stopped? Especially if the assailant had a Quirk, whatever it was, that was activated by ingesting blood? No, probably not. Especially knowing that, in the movies, if a high powered individual asked you to get into their car, it usually meant bad things were about to happen.

Totally not sketchy at all.

Suri expected a long drive to the lair where Lady Oda's master, Master Yasuke, resided. It wasn't. In fact, Mina and Suri arguing the beast girl's safety lasted longer than the car ride with traffic. It had been fifteen minutes at most and that was getting into the car, waiting for the driver to get in, the drive itself, pulling into the underground garage, and then finally getting out. The short drive meant that, ironically, the high and mighty vampire had been in Musutafu the entire time. Was it any wonder why Grandma Kuroyashi visited the guy so often?

Suri had expected the underground garage to lead into a deeper cave network underground. Something well out of view and out of reach of the sun. Something that seemed either carved by centuries of erosion or carved by something other than human. Something that screamed classic, cheesy vampire lair. But with her knowing the Master of Salt Lake City, she knew she should have known better that it wouldn't be that stereotypical.

Well, partially.

Sebastien owned all of the strip clubs and several night clubs in SLC and he wasn't shy about being out in the public eye during the night. He was flamboyant and an attention whore in every sense of the word. All of his businesses were either on or near a subway system that had been built in Salt Lake decades ago but never opened. Because of that, he had miles upon miles worth of tunnels and natural caverns he utilized for travel and housing his kiss. As much as he loved the attention he was reserved when it came time for actual business. If he ever needed to meet with Alpha or other vampire leaders, he did so in a discreet underground bunker he'd renovated into a swanky, luxurious conference room.

This? This was far from underground or discreet.

Lady Oda led Suri and Enishi from the black limousine through a set of automatic sliding doors and into a brightly lit hallway. The thing that caught Suri's attention the most was the floor tiles because they were black marble, which were far from cheap, and as if to drive that point home, a long geometric wave design was inlaid into the flooring made of gold tiles. It looked expensive, extremely elegant, and helped create a sort of golden pathway into the building. It felt almost like stepping into Oz and wanting to follow the yellow brick road. And, with that thought, Suri realized that it was exactly that.

She wasn't off to see the wizard, she was trekking the path to go see a vampire.

And once she thought of vampires, her senses filled with what she'd unknowingly been blocking out the entire time. She no longer felt the warmth that radiated from the kitsune woman, she felt the heavy cold that was mixed with that heat and ultimately filled the entire building. She realized at that moment just how right Mina had been in being scared for her safety because the entire high rise was filled with vampires. It was enough that it made her shiver and grit her teeth not to make any more movements that gave away just how nervous she suddenly was.

Enishi on the other hand, was freaking out. His eyes were wide and he looked like a scared wild animal that was about to bolt. Then Suri watched him gulp loudly and swallow hard as Lady Oda simply pointed towards a door they were passing with the words SECURITY over it. When he didn't make for the door instantly, she snapped her finger which made him flinch and practically run through the door.

Suri was about to ask about him when they came to another set of sliding doors that opened into an elevator lobby. The beast girl couldn't help but half chuckle as she saw someone already waiting impatiently next to the far elevator. The far elevator had a golden stylized lion head engraved into the black steel doors but the short girl in white low rise jeans, an emerald green halter top that matched her hair, and black leather jacket with a fur trimmed hood couldn't care less. Her arms were folded tight and she was practically filling the room with a throaty growl and annoyed tapping as her foot clicked the toe of her emerald green stiletto boot on the tile.

"Oh great, the other nerd is here," she snarked and rolled her eyes at Suri.

"Wow," Suri chuckled and let the word draw out. "Look at you all dolled up, Yukari. Bet Bakugou really liked that get up."

"Bitch please," she snorted defiantly. "Of course he did. And I would have had more fun if it wasn't for someone's goons getting in the way like the idiots they are," her glare turned and focused on Lady Oda and her words became angrier. Then there was the infuriated snarl that coupled with the sound of leather being squeezed tight in anger as the werefox ignored the girl and went to call the elevator.

When the elevator opened, both girls followed Lady Oda inside and threw themselves back against the back wall, leaning lazily on the arm rail. Neither of them liked the situation and thanks to the heat of Yukari's anger, Suri's mind was happy to flush out her nerves and not dwell so much on the weight of the amount of vampiric power present. They both watched as the werefox used the panel, that normally just displayed the floor number, as a biometric scanner that read her palm and fingerprints to unlock their destination. Seeing how high dollar the set up was made all of the snark and brattiness that the teens girls had disappear in an instant and they both mouth a quiet, nervous oh.

The elevator whired to life and then shifted as it began to quickly rise upwards through the building towards the secret floor that Lady Oda had determined. It rose and the pressure of vampiric power rose with it. Not only vampiric power either. Both Suri and Yukari felt their heads begin to throb from the build up of pressure that came with the massive amounts of power and energy that they had ascended into. It made it so that both of them were barely able to stand on quivering legs and forced them to grit their teeth and clench their eyes. It made it hard to focus so when the door opened they were booth reeling as they were forced to look through one eye what was on the other side of the elevator door.

When the door opened, the scent of stale death poured in quickly followed by the smell of sun baked grass, hot savannah plains, and warm bristled fur. The scent of lion. The sudden presence of lions made Atiena push herself forward inside their shared mind and physically lift Suri onto her feet, forcing her to stand tall even with the intense pressure. When her eyes forced themselves open, her hands on the railing of the elevator tightened, digging into the metal as she looked up to see a long, spacious hallway. Six people in tailored black suits stood. lining either side, quietly watching the elevator where Lady Oda walked out casually and left the two teens stammering. Now that she was able to see a little bit better, Suri found several of the suits, the werelion bodyguards, couldn't hide the small smirks on their lips.

"Fuck that's a lot of power coming off these assholes," Yukari grumbled as she forced herself to stand upright beside Suri. "You take the right, I'll take the left?"

"You really wanna fight a small pride right now?" Suri snorted and shook her head. She looked up in time to see a grinning Lady Oda at the other end of the hall and holding up one hand with her thumb and index finger spaced a little bit apart. A little. And that made Suri scowl hard at the werefox woman. "That fucking bitch…"

"Oda?" Yukari sneered for clarification.

"Yeah," Suri scoffed. "It's a goddamn test. And she just called us little again."

"Oh, she's on," Yukari growled back.

With that both girls took in a deep breath, held it, and then let it out slowly as they calmed themselves and tried to push the pressure out of their heads. It took a few tries but eventually they both felt the pop in their ears and their heads were that much clearer, allowing Atiena and Yukari's beasts to rise. Neither of them came forward enough to push either girls to transform and instead opened the floodgates to let the combined power of both hybrids spill out into the hallway with a wash of electric heat. The flood of energy whipping and thrashing against each of the lions' own energy made the pressure build into a torrential storm that bit and stung at everyone involved. Each of the werelions hissed and let out low bellowing growls that threatened violence against Suri and Yukari. The threat of violence became even more real as soon as the two younger beast girls began making their way through the hall as a couple of the guards physically snapped their teeth at them. When they snapped at them, Suri and Yukari snapped back and let their energy whip like small bolts of lightning at the offending guards. It was painful enough to make them flinch and take a step back.

Was it petty?

Fuck yeah it was.

Of course, Lady Oda and these goons started it first. So if they wanted to be petty, the two of them could be petty ass brats right back at them. If they wanted to have a dick sizing competition then who were Suri and Yukari to deny them that? It wasn't their fault that, now that they were both queens and had other lycanthropes and witches blood oathed to them, now their dicks just so happened to be just as big, if not bigger than theirs. Because the ones who were reacting or were taunting and threatening two teenage girls screamed needing to compensate for something. In truth, of the six guards, only one didn't react, the man standing at the door who gave the girls a small smirk of approval as he opened the door he was standing in front of.

Feeling his power levels, Suri might have guessed he was possibly the Rex, the lion king, of this small pride. He looked strong enough, and held himself in a manner that seemed fitting of a leader. She was almost sure of it… until she walked through the door.

His power, the other lions…

They were child's play.

Once the lion man closed the door behind them, Suri and Yukari were floored. Literally. Once inside they had a split second to see a woman with dark red clay colored skin and fiery sea green eyes before they hit the floor from the massive amount of pressure and power she unleashed. It was suffocating and Suri felt like the moon itself was laying itself into her back as she and Yukari were flattened and pinned to the ground. They were barely able to choke out a breath let alone a sound of pain and winced as it felt like their ribs should break or their heads would explode at any second. The woman - this werelion - was just as powerful as Grandma Kuroyashi and Rukia Kurogami, but younger than either of them by at least a decade or more.

"Uzoma, that will be enough."

"As you wish, master," the lion woman stated in a stern voice that seemed to radiate authority.

Her contralto tone came with the remnants of an accent that Suri couldn't quite place but had a thickness to it like her mother, Eve's had to it. South or maybe East African? Her power shelved in an instant and the room was empty of the suffocating weight and pressure she had to throw around at will. She then stood at attention, feet together, back straight, chin up, and arms to the side. It was a quick motion that only lasted for a second before she settled herself and stood at rest next to the massive oak desk in the middle of the room. It was a habit for her to be at the ready, like a soldier, for her master, but the quick break in formation said that she wasn't a big fan of being commanded in such a way. Her eyes settled back onto Suri and Yukari and narrowed into a scowl.

"However, next time you flaunt your power," she warned carefully. "Discretion should be advised. I do not take the acts of disrespect to my pride lightly, girls."

"Maybe next time, tell em to keep it in their pants then," Yukari grumbled as she got to her knees and pushed herself upwards.

Suri rolled her head, soothing the tense muscles in her neck and shoulder before she gave the woman in front of them an even glare and pushed herself upwards. Once she was on her feet, she stretched out her back and brought her hands up to rub her sore ribs and feel for any cracks or bruising. Luckily there weren't any. She then eyed Lady Oda and narrowed her scowl, making it even deeper as she gave the werefox the full weight of her anger filled gaze. She was smiling, giggling even as she stood behind the massive desk next to the large executive chair that was facing away from them. Suri felt anger and then she finally caught the scent of blood which made some of the anger in her eyes slip away. Then the small whine and gasp coming from the chair made Suri blink rapidly to settle down as she now tried to figure out what was happening.

It didn't take long to find out what was going on because a woman stood up from the chair, her stance was wobbly and she could barely stand straight. Her eyes however, were half lidded and the drunken smile on her lips indicated that she was happy and satisfied. Very satisfied. Before she could try to walk away a large hand appeared and took hers, the size difference making her smaller one practically disappear. The look she gave the owner of that hand was pure adoration and infatuation, even love, as he finally stood tall and straightened himself up. And when he stood, the room's energy and feel of power shifted because the focus was longer on the ridiculously powerful lioness in front of the desk but on the ridiculously powerful vampire behind the desk.

The man that stood up was close to six and half feet tall with dark skin that had the same umber undertone as her dad's and long loc'd hair. His dreads were pulled tight into a ponytail through a golden band and then showered down to the center of his back adorned in gold, ruby, and jade colored beads. Beads that were quite possibly real gems and real gold. His features were strong and practically perfect like he was sculpted from stone and would easily appear on every single fashion magazine. His jawline was adorned in a tightly manicured micro beard that served to outline the shape of the bone before blossoming into a small tuft on his chin. His full lips, which were capped in an equally manicured and thin mustache, glistened with fresh blood that he used his free hand to thumb away. Suri tried hard to avoid his eyes when he faced them but had caught the radiant golden color of them in the briefest of seconds. To top off his supermodel face was the just as refined and sculpted body that came with it if the way his high dollar, perfectly tailored black and burgundy three piece suit that clung to his form was anything to go off of. The long sleeve slate grey button down shirt did little to hide how muscular his upper body was and how triangular he was from his shoulders down. His deep burgundy vest hugged tight to his chest and did little to hide the frame underneath but rather accentuated it with the victorian damask designs inlayed in black and gold stitching. He was built like a competitive swimmer with a strong streamlined frame.

And his power level?

The man in front of them didn't look a day over twenty five but the weight of his energy said that that was a bold faced lie. He hadn't been twenty five in over four hundred years. Which made the next realization for Suri even scarier. Sebastien, the Master of Salt Lake City, was somewhere between five and six hundred years old and was in the upper echelon of vampires in the US. He was incredibly powerful and one mean son-of-a-bitch if you pissed him off despite having a very flamboyant, fun loving, and flirty nature. She knew what the power from being a well off five century old creature of the night felt like. This guy? He was younger by a century but felt three centuries more powerful.

Which meant one thing.

This guy was abso-fucking-lutely terrifying to be on the bad side of.

Which now begged the question…

"Calm your minds, young ones," he said with a gentle smile and a deep husky baritone voice that still had a hint of an East African accent to it. It was one of those wide caring smiles that Grandma Kuroyashi gave all the time and that soothing voice Suri's dad had that was perfect for disarming tension. "I do not mean harm. So you, my child, can stop fretting over my power."

With that he looked directly at Suri and carefully watched her as he led the woman still clinging to his hand around his desk and to one of the two large couches in front of it. Once close enough she climbed onto one of them and laid herself along the length, pooling into it like she was a cat. The vampire however, remained standing and looked back and forth between the two girls, noting how careful both of them were to avoid direct eye contact.

"You've been taught well I see," he acknowledged. He then motioned to the couch across from where he, his lion queen Uzoma, his kitsune Lady Oda, and the woman were now. "Please, sit. I do not intend on using any of my powers tonight. Not with you two at least."

"No offense, but I'm not gonna sit and be buddy buddy with a vamp I don't know," Yukari said with a hint of a growl. "Specially not one who just crashed my night."

"Or one that let's his servants use vampire gaze to mind fuck four civilians and then attempt it on two of my mates," Suri added.

His eyes softened from happy to neutral and that warmth that seemed to radiate from him with that smile sank to match the coldness in his expression. He didn't look at Lady Oda at all but both girls noticed the woman flinch as soon as that happy air was gone and she felt an indirect, weighted gaze on her.

"Kyu, would you mind explaining this to me?" he said in a tone that wasn't loud by any means but the weight behind his words felt like it was.

"Yes, Master Yasuke," she quickly bowed reverently and spoke quickly and precisely. "I had been following Akane Enishi for some time now, as you know. I was capturing and bringing him to face detention for illegal use of his Quirk but Kuroyashi here and her mates had beaten me to the scene. I used a little coercion so that the group of women he was assaulting would leave us to let me do what was necessary."

"And what of her mates?" he asked calmly.

"I wasn't aware of their relation to her so, yes, I attempted to coerce her companions to go home without her," Lady Oda answered, her voice coming out a little shakier.

The tall man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked her dead in the eye and furrowed his brow. The direct eye contact made her flinch and then Suri and Yukari watched as the emotion drained out of her face entirely and she was left standing motionless, staring blankly into the distance. The change in her was even more terrifying to watch than seeing what she'd done to the group of women in the alleyway. Instead of just changing someone's mood and altering a memory, she was left as an emotionless, lifeless - but still breathing - doll.

"Kyu, you will have some time," he said, letting a smirk cross his lips. "I would ask you to reflect on your actions and why you've once again made me to look like a fool. I thought we had come to an agreement last time after hearing what you had said to Orihime, did we not? Or maybe you just enjoy being punished."

"Heh, I know I do," the woman sprawled on the couch giggled, and blushed like mad as she looked up at the master vampire. Her behavior and demeanor all screamed that she was practically drunk out of her mind but it did get the reward of seeing the big vampire himself nearly choke from surprise.

Or maybe he was embarrassed.

The expression he shot her was definitely a scolding sort of dear, not in front of our guests kind of look. He didn't seem angry at all at her, just caught off guard. He then shot a look up to the lion queen who was trying hard not to make a face or comment but the initial reaction she gave to the woman's answer clearly read girl, you're not wrong or something along those lines.

"So we're not intruding on your little orgy here, are we?" Yukari snorted and shook her head with an unamused smile. "Cause you totally fucked up my late night so I'm down to ruin yours."

"Yeah," Suri grinned and threw on a little snark to her voice. "I had to send my girlfriends home all by themselves. But hey, you did save us the paperwork for bringing your blood user into the police, I guess. So thanks… Yasuke, was it?"

"My blood user? That's an interesting term I haven't heard before," he answered back with a small chuckle. "And yes, I should formally introduce myself shouldn't I?"

His chuckling made Suri fill with anger. He was just going to laugh off the fact someone with a blood Quirk - someone he and his vampires were supposed to help and coach - used his Quirk to assault a group of women? No, that shit didn't fly with her. What angered her more was that he promptly strode up to her and Yukari like it was nothing, and bowed himself in front of them. He then took Yukari's right hand in his and gently kissed her ring finger before turning to Suri and doing the same. What made her furious enough to let a rumbling growl fill her chest and throat was that he purposely rolled his eyes upwards when he laid the gentle kiss to try and catch their eyes. It was a brazen test if there ever was one.

"My name is Yasuke, one of the Four Kings of Japan," he said with pride. "I am Master to all prefectures residing in the Chubu and Shikoku regions. Keeper of the legendary Oda clan."

"Holy shit you're the Yasuke?" Yukari asked in shock.

"No, my child," he laughed and shook his head. "I am not my father."

"So I was right," Suri said evenly. "You're something like five hundred and fifty years old."

"My, you have quite the gift there, Kuroyashi," he said, still smiling wide but in a way that hid his fangs. "Very few have been able to gauge how old I am with relative accuracy."

"I'm good with energy, I guess," Suri shrugged then narrowed her eyes at the vampire, still careful not to meet his direct gaze. "So what do you want with us anyway? What's with the big secret meeting? Cause I doubt you're all that mad at Lady Oda since she dropped two brand new queens in your lap."

"Why's it so important to make your acquaintance in such a rush?" Yukari added.

"To test you of course," he chuckled and then snapped his finger.

The gesture made both Suri and Yukari furrow their brows in confusion at the sudden snap and then their shared confusion skyrocketed when the door to the big office opened. Their eyes widened in shock when Izuku and Bakugou walked in and immediately locked eyes with them before making a beeline towards the girls without saying a word.

Katsuki had his usual proud smirk across his lips as he came for Yukari and ignored her sour response when he got to the couch and instantly went down to meet her. Her annoyed what the fuck are you doing and what the fuck is going on was ignored and immediately silenced by his lips. She growled and pushed back at him but what was confusion at first melted into passion as she forcefully grabbed him and rolled. It was him that ended up being pushed into the couch, his head being laid over the back of the chair as they fought for dominance in a heated, fiery kiss. All that was left of the cussing and berating was what slipped out between lips retreating for the briefest of seconds and the groans they both made as they hungrily devoured each other.

Suri was caught off guard by the rough makeout session happening next to her which made her all the more distracted when she felt an all too familiar touch. Her head spun back in time to find Izuku coming down on her, his hand finding the back of her skull and gripping tight as he pushed her to meet him. The only sound Suri made was the whimper that fluttered from her throat as he forcefully kissed her. There was so much heat and passion in his movements as he suckled, bit, and forced Suri's mouth and tongue around his. It was by far one of the hottest and most eager kisses he'd ever given her, and that was saying something because he only kissed like this during sex. This kiss was just that; pure sex full of heat and passion. It was practically orgasmic with the way his lips danced with hers, the soft growls that spilled from his own throat, the way he toyed with her tongue and suckled on it. It was everything and Suri couldn't stop the heat swelling in her belly, the one that was full of need.

Because goddammit she needed him.

And that need only raced to the moon faster when she felt his weight on her as he straddled her on the couch and raised her to him even more by wrapping his right hand around her throat. Her hands found his shirts and crumpled the soft fabric in them. There had only been a few times when he'd been this domineering, the forceful and forward, this animalistic. She knew she'd craved him showing this side of himself. She knew she'd love to have him go full feral dominant on her. She'd wished for it. Dreamed of it!

A perfect dream.

Was it though?

"Suri, wake up," Atiena's voice came from behind her in the room.

She came to the couch from behind so that Suri caught a glimpse of her in her peripherals and leaned over it, holding the back of the couch with her hands. She was in human form, clothed in the same outfit Suri was wearing now. Two things that instantly staved off some of the heat. The beast woman smirked and giggled softly as she watched her human counterpart and their boyfriend going at it. She even reached out and touched Izuku, combing her fingers through his hair as he feverishly dominated Suri in that wonderful wet dream of a makeout session.

"Such a neat little trick, isn't it," Atiena sighed, still smirking but all of the humor and amusement slipping away. She growled and grabbed Izuku by the hair then, pulling him off of Suri but his expression or focus left the girl underneath him. "Almost picture perfect in every way, shit, even his scent is really close. But this… This isn't our Izuku."

Suri panted and collapsed back onto the couch as Atiena held Izuku, but not their Izuku, up by the hair away from her. It took several moments for the girl to come back down from her high but when she did, she let the anger that suddenly blossomed from the realization fill the entire room. Anger that set the room on fire and the two watched as the walls, the glass panels overlooking a night skyline of Musutafu and the ocean, the giant extravagant desk, and the other expensive furniture go up in flames. Flames that turned everything into ash and revealed the mountain clearing within Suri and Atiena's shared mind forest.

"When?" Suri growled, closing her eyes tight and slashing forward at the illusion of Izuku in front of her. Instead of bloody rivets and gore he turned to smoke and colored wisps of air and glitter before he was gone. She then took Atiena's hand tight and blinked again, forcing herself out of their inner sanctum and back into reality. "When the fuck did you catch us?"

"Ah, very good," Yasuke chuckled.

He was no longer sitting in front of Suri and Yukari but was on the couch across from them. The woman, who he'd drunk blood from, was laid out across his lap like a cat. On his right side sat a completely awake and coherent Lady Oda, happily and idly watching the spectacle in front of her with her hands resting on her crossed knee.

She was all too entertained by the ordeal.

On the opposite side was Ozuma, who watched with an unamused expression. She was unamused until Yasuke caressed her cheek with his left hand and she settled, leaning herself into his side. She became a big cat too as a quiet purring rattled from her chest as she was touched and caressed by the master vampire.

Yukari's screaming made Suri jump and quickly turn to the girl next to her. She watched as the girl snarled, already in the first stages of beastwoman form and glaring pure hate at the group on the other couch. It reminded Suri of her own anger and she turned her own hate filled eyes back on the vampire, his lion queen, his kitsune, and his blood donor. Both girls were about to scream at him or jump over the table and attempt to gut him when he laughed, full and hearty with joy and amusement.

"Very good," he bellowed with warm laughter. His wide smile didn't bother to hide his fangs, which meant he was so amused and overjoyed that he threw vampire etiquette out the window. Though with his tick, he'd already thrown political etiquette out the window a long time ago. "I am very impressed by the two of you. You were able to free yourselves faster than even my dear Ozuma, and that was even before I had her to call mine."

"His fantasies are fantastic aren't they?" the woman in his lap giggled happily.

"No," Suri snarled. "You mind fucked us you piece of shit. You know good goddamn well you're not supposed to use your mind tricks like that!"

"Calm down, sweet girl," he chuckled and raised a brow in amusement.

"Fucking vampires," Yukari snapped. She stood up quickly and turned on her heels, turning her back on everyone as she stomped angrily towards the door. "Fuck you, fuck this, fuck your shitty games. I hate vampires!"

"Is that any way to talk to your allies?" Ozuma said evenly from Yasuke's side.

"Allies?!" Both Suri and Yukari screamed in unison.

Suri stood up then and stomped forward, slamming her boot down on the coffee table in front of the couch that was the only thing sitting in between her and everyone else. She didn't bother to feign eye contact and gave the vampire her full gaze as she and Atiena poured their energy outward and made Suri's eyes begin to burn like gold green fire. Atiena poured all of their energy into the display that doubled as a shield to any mind attack he tried next, and didn't bother to hide herself so he could see the monster lurking just on the other side of Suri.

"You don't fuck with allies like that, you son of a bitch," Suri fired off. "Is this how your friendship with Lady Kuroyashi and the other fae leaders is? You tricking them and fucking kidnapping them? Fuck, you're as much of a piece of shit as some of those fucks on the council Sebastien's told me and my dad about. You're an old fuck, sure, but I at least thought you might be one of the better ones out there. No, you're just a fucking prick like them!"

The vampire remained smiling, even as Suri berated him. Even as Yukari turned around and berated him for keeping the door locked. Even as the two of them came down on him with all of their anger and tirades full of fire and venom, he didn't flinch. Everything about this entire exchange was incredibly and happily amusing to him. To all of them.

"Girls," he finally spoke, his calm voice loud enough that it disarmed and froze both of them. "I would have you sit down now. We have much to discuss."

As soon as he said it, both Suri and Yukari felt a force that practically grabbed them and pulled them back into the couch. They were left frozen as they were somehow forcefully sat back down and left to stare at the group in front of them. His happy expression never changed until they were sat down and quiet.

"Would you like some tea? I find it's the best for important discussions," he said, his wide grin shrinking slightly into a pleasant, warm smile.

"Discussion?" Yukari scoffed. "About what?"

"And why would we discuss anything with you?" Suri snorted but not out of humor.

"Because I wish to find help in my region's two newest beast queens. Help so that what happened will never happen again if I have anything to say about it," he answered mildly before relaxing into the couch and letting Lady Oda and Ozuma nestle themselves into his arms. "I think we have a common enemy in a certain… preternatural villain… you two are well versed in. Am I right, Suri? You do happen to have the most experience with Vyktoria Scabbia."

The color in both Suri and Yukari paled at the mention of the name. For Suri, her stomach dropped like a rock and an overwhelming need to lurch and vomit rose upwards. She swallowed the building bile painfully and steeled herself hard as she rolled her eyes up to look up at the vampire with cole, burning eyes.

"What about the bitch?" Suri finally answered in a sneered tone.

"I'm in need of you two to do something for me, my brides, and my children," he answered, all of the warmth and humor slipping away into a very business-like tone.

Children? It was rare as hell for a vampire to have kids. Especially more than one as the plural implied it to be.

"Why us?" Yukari asked incredulously.

"Because you two are most suitable," he answered matter of factly.

"Suitable for what?" Suri shook her head, trying to cut through the bullshit and just get to the point of what the vampire wanted.

Of course, you never ask a vamp for a favor, let alone owe him one. And as soon as Suri realized that old notion she knew whatever it was it wasn't going to be good. And, of course, hindsight is and will always be 20/20.

"To mate with my offspring."

Suri wanted to ask if he was kidding but the look on his face said it all. No, no he was not kidding at all. He was as dead serious as he was dead. And that… was pretty fucking dead.

Just. Fucking. Great.

To say Suri didn't get any sleep was an understatement.

Yasuke, one of the four most powerful vampires in all of Japan, had not only been fully aware of Lady Oda's actions regarding her and Yukari; he'd sanctioned them. What was even more infuriating, besides getting her date hijacked, was that Grandma Kuroyashi and Rukia Kurogami and Tiago Vaz, Yukari's own parents, were fully aware of it. They'd chalked it up to the vampire being his usual trickster self, which Grandma had gone as far as saying was charming.

Charming!

Fine, he was hot as fuck, Suri could agree with that but still. Charming? How was breaking political etiquette charming? There were other ways of testing her and Yukari to see if they were worthy queens. Hell, all he needed to do was get them to flex the power that they'd gained by sharing bonds with their oathed packs and covens. Lycanthropic and vampiric powers were near physical in the sense that they could hurt you without the person holding the power even touching you. So really you could literally feel just how strong they were in their presence alone.

Then… then there was the whole proposition.

Why? Why would Suri, or Yukari for that matter, want to hook up with some of the undead when they both had perfectly hot, perfectly alive lovers already?

They both turned down the offer outright and refused to talk any further on the subject. Which Suri had a perfect excuse to do because she went from having to be set up in an arranged marriage to unloading on Yasuke with all her fury. Vampires were supposed to help counsel and teach people with blood related Quirks how to best use and control their powers. Blood Quirks had a high tendency to strap their users with years of stigma, persecution, and trials that could turn anyone crazy. And Yasuke didn't seem to care that he had had several blood users running around abusing their Quirks and not getting the help that they'd needed.

Help that maybe, just maybe, could have prevented someone like Himiko Toga.

Apparently, instead of him being the one to help them personally, unlike most Masters of the City, or Region in his case, he'd assigned some low level vamps. He didn't even give the assignment to the master level vampires in his kiss. Toga and Stain's body counts, and people like Enishi abusing their Quirks, was all on him.

She was frustrated that they hadn't gotten there sooner to stop Enishi, especially when she learned what his Quirk was. Him being poetic wasn't just some schtick. No. His Quirk was called Tethered Fate and it allowed him to find people. All he needed was a drop of blood and he could find them by following a trail his vision picked up and it was good for close to a hundred kilometers. What he saw in his vision was quite literally the red string of fate. And now that girl, if she ever came within that distance, could be tracked down and followed. And it was an easy task since her parents were high profile business moguls that were sitting on a mountain of money. Literally.

If Yasuke would have done his job, Enishi could have had a career in law enforcement or even as a hero. Cause as bad as that Quirk was in the wrong hands, in the right, it would be amazing.

And something else that would be amazing was standing in the common room of the dorms chatting with everyone and happily smiling. Looking amazingly handsome and perfect with that smile of his.

Suri was storming through the doors and making a beeline towards him. It wasn't like she was a feral beast stalking its prey, no, she was a woman on a mission. She'd spent the day frustrated and infuriated by everything and anything because of how frazzled the meeting with Yasuke was the night before. She couldn't focus during morning workouts with Izuku, or in class, which was fantastic because Present Mic decided today was the day to drop a pop quiz. And at dinner she'd barely touched her food and decided to go out into the woods and fight some trees to blow off some steam.

The trees never stood a chance. But they were also boring as hell to fight and punch because they couldn't fight back. She needed something better, more physical, something that would actually help with releasing all of the pent up anger and aggression she'd accumulated throughout the day. And, wouldn't you know it, she knew a certain hero who could save the day.

Izuku never stood a chance.

She walked right up to him, grabbed him by the hand without saying a word to him or anyone and dragged him up the stairs towards his room. Mina and Tooru looked at each other wide eyed as they watched the spectacle unfold but seeing the look on Suri's face; they decided it was best not to get in the way. To their credit, they immediately changed the subject and suggested an impromptu karaoke night for all of them. From the faint cheers Suri heard, it sounded like it went over well. Everything was going fine until she reached Izuku's door and stopped dead in her tracks. She was silent as could be before she grumbled and rested her head on his door which made the name plaque clack and rattle against the door.

"Suri," Izuku asked carefully, calmly standing directly behind his girlfriend. "Are you okay?"

When she stayed silent, he decided to continue and gently prod her for information.

"You've seemed… out of it ever since this morning. Tooru and Mina told me that you had to go meet with someone," he continued calmly before quickly adding on to make it seem like he wasn't being nosey. "B-But that's all they knew! Really. Even Yumei texted and asked about you since she hasn't heard from you all day either."

Suri clenched her eyes shut and let a small smile cross her lips as she heard him nervously talk and try to reassure himself he wasn't sticking his nose into her business. The care he had reminded her every single time why she'd fallen for him and would fall for him lifetimes over. She took a deep breath and let it out, though she hadn't expected it to come out so shaky.

Which meant one thing for certain.

"No… No, I'm not okay," she answered honestly. "This is so stupid," she continued, snorting humorlessly and shaking her head. "I haven't been able to process anything today and I just came in and dragged you up here. Like, I really want to go in here and have you fuck my brains out to the point where I can't think of anything at all," she said with a small giggle but most of her words were shaky and lacked any sort confidence.

"O-Oh" Izuku answered with his own shaky, surprised voice. Suri could practically feel him looking back and forth behind her, making sure he was the only one who'd heard her. "I-I mean, i-if that's what you want."

"I do," Suri nodded. "Gods dammit I do. But that's the problem."

"It is?" Izuku questioned, still unsure of everything that was going on. He was getting nervous, even a little frustrated himself because Suri, who was always confident and always was so sure of herself, was anything but that right now.

"Last night, Yukari and I met Yasuke, he's the Master of the Chubu and Shikoku regions," Suri began explaining. "The whole thing was to get to know each other and establish a kind of political power connection. Us being queens and all," Suri rolled her eyes and put on a dramatic, sarcastic voice. Then the sarcasm slipped away. "He… gave us a test."

"What kind of test?" Izuku asked, careful to shield away the ping of jealousy that shot through him at that split second.

"He used vampire powers on us because we somehow made direct eye contact. That's the only way a vampire can get into your head," Suri said, which Izuku mentally took an important note of if he ever came across a vampire. "I feel fucking stupid for letting him catch me and I still have no idea when it happened. The point is, the test, he put us into a trance and the idea was to see if we were powerful enough to break his hold."

"And you did it," Izuku said, his voice warm and caring. It made her smile because he was right, she had been strong enough. And he was one of the only ones who'd never doubt her strength or will to win. Even she couldn't say that for herself. "I know…you're probably angry about letting him get the upper hand. I can understand that. I know how frustrating that has to be."

"Yeah," Suri scoffed and shook her head. "I was strong enough to get out. But it's what happened that has me pissed off. I'm pissed at myself for dragging you up here like this because he… Gods, Izuku, he used you to get to me."

"M-Me?" Izuku stuttered with surprise. "But how? I-I was here with-"

"I know, I know," Suri waved him off, assuring him she knew he wasn't actually involved. "And I wanna hear how last night went by the way. But later! Anyway he umm… His gaze does things. A lot of vampire mind tricks will get you to do or say things and you're basically a puppet to do whatever they want you to do. He can do that, sure. But he… he induces a trance that can make dreams and fantasies a reality. It's a sort of illusion magic."

"O-Oh. Okay so… I guess I don't know what… that… means," Izuku began and then he had a thought about what her words meant and what she was implying.

"I'm such a bitch, Izuku," Suri sighed and hit her head against his door. "I… I'm so angry that I was going to drag you in here and make that fantasy real but that… That's not you. You're not like that and I hate that I even fantasize about it."

"Suri…"

"He used a thought about you to get into my head. He could have easily taken advantage of me and it's all because of something so fucking stupid."

"Suri."

"But you're not like that. Dammit, I love the way we make love and I don't want that to change but that thought… That fantasy… It's not you, it's-"

Suri yelped loudly and was forced to suck in a harsh breath then. A harsh breath that came filled with Izuku's scent. The sharp snap of pain that came with being jerked backwards only heightened the sensation of the greenette doing what Suri never thought he ever would. She would have gone on and on but he shut her the fuck up in a way that she'd only dreamed of. He had heard enough of her doubts and self loathing and had grabbed her by the hair, his fingers tangled deep into her braided mohawk, and pulled. The motion had bent her backwards in a sharp bow away from his door and into him where he had crashed his mouth into hers with brutal force. He had ignored the sting of pain from his teeth smashing into hers and captured her lips in a forcefully possessive manner, locking her soft, full lips within his. He held her captive for a long, heated moment before she whimpered, the sound of it making him groan loudly and go in for more. He caught her again and their heads rolled in a quick paced dance that filled the hall full of the sounds of lips smacking and suckling one another and the heavy breathing from the two teens.

Izuku's free hand gripped tight at the collar of Suri's shirt, crumpling the violet colored v-neck in his fingers and hiking it up so that the hem completely exposed her chiseled abdomen. The position forced Suri tighter against the door so that she had nowhere to go but into his waiting arms. The feel of his knuckles dragging along the center of her collar bone made her shiver and she finally stopped thinking twice about everything as her hands instantly shot up from her sides to grab him. Her fingers sunk into his hair and bathed themselves in the warmth of his thick curls and cupped the back of his head for dear life.

Because, at that moment, he was her lifeline.

When she grabbed him, they both took a deep breath, inhaling each other as their lips pressed tighter. Their mouths forced each other wider and, to Suri's surprise, it was Izuku who was the bold one as his tongue instantly swiped across her top lip and then entered to bat at and press against her own. The two muscles swirled and danced with each other but, once again, Suri was surprised by just how forward Izuku was. Especially when, as they kissed, his hand did more than just brush against her collarbone and sunk into the front of her shirt to find one of her breasts and grip it tightly. It made her purr and made the heat in her belly swell even more, the same heat she'd felt the night before, the same one she always felt with him. The second generous squeeze he gave her made her gasp and finally pull back enough to catch her breath.

"Getting a little daring there, aren't you, Mr. Midoriya?" Suri said with all of the warmth and confidence in her restored. She then feigned innocence to try and tease him, one of her favorite pastimes. "And in the hallway of all places."

"You're the one who stopped in front of the door," he said quietly in a different voice than she'd expected. It wasn't his squeaky nervous tone that she found incredibly cute, it was calm, collected and his tone was just a shade lower and huskier. "You want an audience?"

The way his voice sounded when he asked that question and the feel of him so tight and so close to her made Suri shiver and her breath hitched. He stole her breath by not only squeezing her breast once again, which she chalked up to him teasing her, but the look in his eyes. His shimmering emerald eyes still had that warm life to them but now they were warmer, hotter, burning with intensity. She'd seen something close to this a few times, but that exact look had only appeared in her dreams.

Oh shit.

She looked at him for a long moment before her head started slowly shaking. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, waiting for the facade to drop, waiting for him to get too nervous to continue. And that was it, there was no nervousness to be found in him. He was sure of himself, confident, and that look made Suri all the more weaker in the knees.

"N-No, sir," she whispered nervously then mentally scolded herself for saying what she did because it made him pause and blink in confusion. She cleared her throat then, hoping she didn't break his concentration as she corrected herself. "No. No audience tonight."

And with that, Izuku released Suri long enough for the two of them to disappear into his room for the night. A night that would take what the vampire had used to try and trick Suri with and turn it into reality. A reality that was far better than a dream even he could cook up.

The vamp bastard would need to try harder next time.

But if Suri had her way, there would be no next time for Master Yasuke.