Light In The Dark Chapter 4: Thinking Out Loud, a my hero academia/僕のヒーローアカデミア fanfic

The silence is deafening, the only light spilling in comes from the open curtains. Hina lays in the too still room, her hands folded on her chest as she listens to the faint sound of distant noises of the city, the click of the too loud clock of the silence echoes louder and louder.

Tick

Tick.

She sits up and slides out of bed, the clocks hands read two in the morning. Swallowing she steps out of her room and looks around. The apartment isn't dirty per say, just cluttered with a mix of Hitoshi's capture scarves and gear. Her own books and a blanket rest on the sofa. The coffee table is covered in empty mugs, papers and pens. Glancing back at the clock she hesitates for just a moment before narrowing her eyes.

Hitoshi had expressly forbid her from leaving the apartment this late at night until he was captured. It's a safer neighborhood, but she also knows that Hitoshi is a worrywart. I'd better not leave...Hitoshi will probably murder me if I do. Hina thinks with a soft snort. Smiling, she shakes her head, brown and golden locks swishing as she pads over to a cabinet and pulls out clothes and cleaners. If I can't sleep she might as well make herself useful...he won't be back from patrol for another four hours at least.

Mind made up, she quickly begins organizing his papers. She stacks them neatly and separating them from hers. Reports going into one pile and her schematics going into another. She lays them in a cross so that they do not mix and collects the pens next, laying them neatly on the pile. Grabbing the cups, she takes them to the sink and sets them in it.

The methodical sweep of the room has everything slowly being organized into their proper places or into two separate piles on the couch. Dust swept from ceiling fans and shelves, the coffee table wiped clean, door handles disinfected. Returning to her room quickly, she opens lifts the smaller boxes off of the biggest. With a grunt, she sets everything aside and opens the box quickly. Inside she has some personal artifacts from her apartment. Digging through, she pulls out her wax warmer and looks through the scents before deciding on a fall one. It's a personal favorite that Hina doesn't think Hitoshi will mind too much. Taking both back to the living space, she sets up the wax warmer on the TV stand and plugs it in. Popping two wax melts in she switches it on and moves to the kitchen to finish cleaning.

The scent of warm apples and cinnamon fill the apartment. A small smile pulls at her lips as the scent envelops her, candy apple red eyes and spiky hair briefly flits across her memory. Shaking her head in confusion, she pauses her cleaning to look back at the clock. Five am in the morning stares back at her. Blinking, she finds she isn't even tired. Dumping the dust pan, she places the broom against the wall and moves to start the coffee maker.

The cold tile of the kitchen bites at her bare feet. Filling the entire carafe with water and pouring it in, getting the strong coffee down. The heavy scent of coffee lingers in the air, a soothing heavy smell as she lets it brew.

A sharp pain in her stomach has her reeling. Placing a hand against her abdomen, it growls again. When was the last time I ate? Yesterday afternoon I think...Glancing back at the clock one more time, she shrugs and gets the heavy pan out and the rice cooker. Hitoshi could do with a meal after a long shift.

It's not long before rice is cooking and she has fish cooking in the skillet. Leaning down, she opens another cabinet and pulls out a small pot, filling it with water and setting it on the stove. Stepping over to the fridge she pulls out vegetables and eggs to make ohitashi with boiled eggs on the side. Extra protein won't hurt him, she thinks with a soft smile. In fact, that man needs to take better care of himself...at least he has me to take care of him.

Hitoshi rolls his neck and rubs at an aching shoulder. It had been a rough night with thirteen attempted muggings and one back alley drug deal. Not the worst he's had, but still exhausting. His uniform is slightly singed from one of the muggings, a man with a fire quirk trying to resist arrest. Climbing the stairs, he massages his aching shoulder. Stepping onto his landing, he follows the hall to the right and sticks his key into the door. As it opens, he finds all the lights are on, the tile in front of him is swept clean when he knows it had been a little dusty when he left. Ears pricked, he listens to the sound of something sizzling, a soft feminine humming coming from the right. From the kitchen. Frowning, he quickly kicks off his boots and sets them haphazardly on the shoe rack. His violet eyes focusing on the tiny little sneakers next to his and something in his chest loosens. Logically he knows she is still here, Hitoshi can hear her, but another part of him still worries.

The scents suddenly register as he locks the door and steps further into the home. The entire place is clean , not a spec of dust or anything out of place. He notices the two separated piles on the couch, his things neatly folded and stacked. A wax burner on the TV stand, that must be where the apples are coming from . He inhales deeper, a sharp spicy undertone and coffee hitting his nose. Eyes half lidded, he shoves one hand in his pocket and moves into the kitchen on silent feet. There, at the stove, stands his best friend. Her dark brown hair pulled up off her neck in a low messy bun, the golden tips of her hair sticking up everywhere reminding him of a crown of sunlight. She's still humming, it's a song he has heard before but can't place.

He slinks up behind her, unable to resist the temptation to sneak up on her. As his arms wrap around her waist, he feels her jolt the spoon dropping into the heating water and a loud squeak like a mouse escaping her. His deep laughter echoes as he leans down presses a kiss to her cheek. He ignores the way his chest tightens at the domesticity of it all, something he's only dreamed of with her.

"What are you doing?" He mumbles instead, his lips brushing her neck. He feels Hina shiver as she stirrs the bubbling water.

"I figured you could do with a proper meal, I couldn't sleep anyways." Her voice sounds an octave higher, slightly squeaky as he squeezes her plush hips.

"So you cooked and cleaned?" He rumbles again softly, voice dropping to a quiet timber. Standing up to his full height, he sets his chin comfortably on the crown of her head so he isn't bending down so much. Their difference in height more noticeable now as he stands towering over her.

"Well, yeah? I wanted to. You're letting me stay here and I figure since Mei has me on leave for another week I'd make myself useful." She says. Hitoshi sighs in mild annoyance and fondness as he gazes down at her. Watching her methodically cooking, his stomach rumbles loudly and he feels the tips of his ears heat as she giggles.

"You made coffee?" He asks, backing away and glancing at the pot that is full of the dark substance. The question unneeded but he asks anyways to pull the attention from himself.

"Mhmm, get yourself some. Breakfast will be ready soon." He grunts and moves to the cabinet over the coffee pot. Pulling down two mugs; his black mug, a picture of a cat on it, while the second mug is teal and has Deku's bunny logo on it. Padding to the fridge, he grabs the creamer and closes the door. Moving to the mugs fills both with creamer, his with an obscene amount and hers with a splash. As he pours in the hot liquid the white cream slowly fades to a cream color as he sips on his. A soft sigh of appreciation exits him as she savors the heat in between his long fingers. Hitoshi glances up at the clinking of glass, hooded eyes watching her plating food and turning off burners.

"Here, let me." He murmurs, setting down his coffee and taking the dishes from her. Those big brown eyes flick up to meet his, golden rings around her pupils flexing as the focuses on him. For a moment he is stunned into silence. The splash of freckles across her cheeks, full pink lips slightly parted as her brows furrow. Delectable. Hitoshi thinks before freezing, what?

"I've got it!" She sweeps by him and he stares as she puts everything down. It's definitely not the first time he's thought that about his best friend, well best female friend, over the years. But this is the first he's ever come to genuinely wanting to taste her lips. He shakes his head, clearing his throat as he gathers the chop sticks and two mugs of coffee. He sets hers down in front of her and sits down.

"Thank you for the meal...you didn't have to do this." He sighs, tucking into it. Breaking the flaky soft fish apart with chop sticks, he raises it to his lips, catching her eyes flicking to him multiple times. As if checking to see if he likes it. A moan manages to escape his lips as he bites into the fish, cheeks flooding with color. A soft giggle breaks through his internal embarrassment.

"At least you like it! And you're welcome. I don't mind doing this Toshi." Her words are punctuated by a bright smile, eyes closing as she tilts her head. His heart promptly feels like it will explode from the nickname and that fucking smile. He watches her even as she stares down at her own meal.

Adams apple bobbing, he forces himself to swallow and continue his meal. Soon quiet conversation flowing smoothly back and forth as she asks him about patrol. He regales her with some of the less traumatizing details. She doesn't need to know how many broken noses he's caused, though he does find it endearing how concerned she is over the fact he had to fight off four muggers at once. He decides not to tell her about the time he fought a bigger villain and had to call in backup, she might have an aneurysm.

"Thank you again. I appreciated the meal." He murmurs, uniform sleeve pushed up to his elbows as he helps her clean. Steam rises from the hot sudsy water she has her hands in making his brow twitch as he dries off the dishes.

"Oh no worries, I'm just glad you liked it. It's the least I could do." Her words are broken by a large yawn. He chuckles and gently nudges her to the side.

"Go to bed, I'll finish here." He watches her with a fond smile, her eyes drooping as she rubs her eyes.

"You sure?" She murmurs, he hands her the towel to dry her hands and nods. Her lips ghost over his cheek, soft breath ghosting over him as she mumbles a goodnight. His hands grip the counter top far too hard, throat clicking as he swallows hard.

Brilliant lights flows through the lab as she works on the discharge gear in front of her. Hitoshi sent Kaminari her way when his disk shooter broke from a villain's quirk. Her welder hissing loudly as she works the last piece of metal into place. Shutting it off, she pushes the welding mask up and rubs her sweaty face with a clothe. It's been a little over a week since she has returned to work. Daisuke is still been missing, the police searching for him. The ball of anxiety sitting in her chest only seems to grow each day at the thought of him finding her again. Setting the hot welder to the side on it's holder, she carefully twists the metal over in her gloved hands. The discharge shooter fully welded back together. Grabbing her sanding saw, she works on smoothing the ropy weld marks down into smooth metal.

Even if he hasn't said as much, Hina knows that Hitoshi has been working longer hours in search of him. Her heart aches at the thought of him overworking himself, Hina's eyes sting as sweat drips into them. With a growl, she turns the saw off and wipes at her brow with a sweat clothe. All she has left is to attach the arm guards that will hook the gear to his arm. Sighing, she begins working on reattaching them.

By the time she finishes, her phone buzzes in her pocket. Jumping, she pulls the phone from her pocket and unlocks it. A message icon blinks at her from the top of the screen. Tilting her head, she opens it and pauses.

Coffee_Is_God

Kaminari and some of the others asked if you wanted to do dinner tonight.

Literal_Sunshine

Sure. Where at?

Coffee_Is_God

That curry place okay? The one you like that's by that shopping strip.

Literal_Sunshine

Sounds like a plan.

Coffee_Is_God

I'll come pick you up. :)

She snorts out a laugh and leaves the gear on her table. Moving away from the work bench to her desk, she grabs a change of clothes from her bag and runs to get a shower so she won't be too gross. Thank the gods for Mei thinking to have amenities considering support techs were like gremlins and never went home half the time.

By the time she finished showering, sliding into her mostly clean jeans and baggy black top, she finds Hitoshi in her part of the shop. He's rolling a stress ball between his long fingers. Violet eyes flick up, long lashes fanning his cheeks as she blinks almost sleepily at her. Heat tightens her core and she blushes, a black long sleeve pulled taught over his broad shoulders and hanging off his long torso. Tighter fit dark jeans tucked into scuffed work boots. He snorts loudly and grins.

"Guess we match." He teases softly. Hina smooths her top down almost shyly. Her grease stained blue jeans feel insufficient next to him knowing they are going out with his friends. "Relax." He murmurs and she jumps, when did he get over here? Long fingers work the tangles from her damp hair as he twirls the hair around his fingers and clips it to the back of her head with the teeth of a gold hair clip. Warm hands squeeze her shoulders as he grabs her bag and holds it out.

"Ready?" He asks and she almost wants to scowl at him. How can he be so nonchalant about this shit? She thinks with a huff, but she nods and takes her messenger bag from him. Slinging it over her body, she leaves her folded work overalls on the bench and follows after her tall friend. Shaking her head, she follows him out and locks her lab.

By the time they arrive at the restaurant the group have arrive, consisting of most of his former classmates. Her cheeks flood with color as she shyly waves to Mina who practically climbs over Sero to get to her.

"Hey babe! You made it!" She's practically screaming in her ear and Hina finds herself having to take a calming breath. Thankfully the rest of them aren't as touchy feely as Mina, which she finds herself grateful for. One of the guys, Shoji, she thinks his name is, gets up to get the drinks.

"So, how long have you and Shinsou been together?" Ururaka asks, leaning forward. Hina chokes on air, eyes wide and waves her hands in front of her.

"Oh no...it's um...not like that. We're friends and have known each other for years. We met during second year. I'm actually the one that designed his voice modulator.".

"That was you?" She jumps, Deku leaning around Bakugou who growls something at him.

"I...yeah?"

"Stop harassing Hina you heathens." Comes the tired timber of Hitoshi. He draws up a chair and throws his arm around her shoulders. Mina and Ururaka both grin causing her to flush. She misses Mina leaning over and saying something to the tall red headed man who sits beside Bakugou. Hitoshi stealing her attention to hand her a whiskey. Bakugou quirks a brow at her and she smiles, shaking her head. He scoffs loudly and shoots his back almost looking disappointed. She shoots back her own, grimacing. Another is set in front of her as a large hand retracts, she looks up catching kind candy apple red eyes and a broad shark toothed grin.

"Sup Nakamura, Doing another drinking contest?" She giggles and shakes her head at the friendly red head. Hitoshi suddenly jerks his arm back like he's been burned and stands up, moving off to the bar. Hina looks back in confusion, missing the guffaws of laughter from Bakugou. Confusion in her expression as some of the men wince. "My bad, I didn't realize." Kirishima mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Realize what?" She asks in confusion. He blinks down at her and then back at the bar.

"You two...are together? I don't want to step on toes."

"Oh! No we're just friends." Hina exclaims, looking around in an attempt to find the lilac haired man. Her eyes briefly catch him at the bar, leaning against it with his forearms folded. Kaminari standing beside him seeming to be chatting his ear off. Hina feels like she's missing something, confused by Hitoshi up and leaving her.

"Oh! Alright then." The tall red head relaxes and she finds herself relaxing in his presence.

"It's been...what two weeks since we last saw each other? How are you? What have you been up to?" Hina asks, shooting back her whiskey.

"Ah patrols. Nothing real fun, though Bakugou and I finally got that Yakuza crowd that's been harassing downtown." He exclaims. She grins back and hugs his bicep briefly.

"That's great to hear! So you and Bakugou celebrating then?" Hina asks, tilting her head. His cheeks heat as he rubs the back of his head.

"yeah, something like that." Kirishima says. She smiles softly, folding her arms on the table and chatting softly with him. Hitoshi eventually returns, Kaminari patting him on the shoulder almost consolingly. She tilts her head at Hitoshi with a frown and he simply shakes his head. A waitress finally arrives, taking their orders.

Drinks and food are slowly consumed over the next hour. Hina, three drinks in, attempting to get Kirishima to try her curry. Hitoshi, to her left is stabbing his food rather aggressively with his chop sticks. Deku leaning over to murmur something to him.

"Oh come on, Hitoshi says I'm trying to murder him with my spices. I'm not insane." Hina whines.

"I don't know, yours is almost as red as Bakugou's. His could kill seven nations." Kirishima teases, sticking to his non lethal curry.

"Oh come on! All of you are ridiculous." Hina pouts. Kirishima's eyes flicker down to her lips and back to her eyes, leaning forward onto his elbows as he dips his head down to murmur quietly.

"Do you wanna get out of here...after dinner." She swallows her curry and looks up with wide eyes.

"You can say no." Kirishima murmurs softly, eyes softening.

"No I...um...It's not that I don't want to. You just surprised me." The words are soft, guilt curling her chest for some reason she cannot name.

"My bad. Sorry, Nakamura. Forge-" Kirishima says kindly.

"No...I...I would like that." Hina murmurs, swallowing hard. Cheeks flooding with heat. As the checks come out, Kirishima snatches his and Hina's, paying both. Hitoshi glances down at her, violet eyes guarded in a way she's never seen. Those same eyes flashing to Kirishima who has a hand gently on her shoulder.

"Bring her back in the morning." He spits, stalking off. Hina's eyes are wide as she watches him walk off, confused and hurt but unable to decide why his reaction hurts so much. Brows furrowing she pulls away from Kirishima's side and stalks after Hitoshi, ignoring the pro's behind her who watch with warry glances. She grabs his arm and he whips around.

"What's your problem?"

"My problem is you going home with random men you don't know!"

"How dare you!? I'm a grown ass woman, if I want to go home with a guy that's not your business. Now is it?" Her eyes flash dangerously. Hitoshi reels back, lilac eyes focused on her in an intense stare down. A look passes over his face, eyes flicking up to someone who's coming up behind her. She can vaguely hear a familiar voice, Kaminari she thinks, call "Shinsou dude – don't!"

"Oh yes, I forgot you are so strong and can so easily fight off anyone you wish to." He throws an arm up, violet eyes still locked on hers as he leans forward. Looming over her, his foot and a half of height he has over her becoming more prominent. "How dare I forget comforts you, who is always there when you need. How dare I look out for you." He snaps sarcastically. A hollow swooping feeling courses through her as she takes a step back and then another. The hollow feeling seems to swallow her whole, an odd tingle shooting down her limbs as she crosses her arms over herself, cupping her elbow with one hand. There are footsteps quickly coming up, mossy green hair passing her as a large crooked hand grabs Hitoshi's shoulder and moves him towards the exit. The look that passes over Hitoshi's face, as it changes from anger to something she would classify as horrified.

"Hina...I'm s-" Hitoshi begins and she shakes her head.

As she runs from the restaurant she can feel the heat of multiple pairs of eyes drilling into her back. She only makes it a block before dipping into an alley and sliding to the ground. Knees pressed to her chest and face in her arms, the hollow aching spilling into heat that falls as fat drops from her eyes. It seems like forever before the sound of footsteps rush past and then skid to a halt. A large hulking form crouching beside her, gentle but firm hands helping her up. Warmth and the spicy scent of cinnamon washing over her.

"Hey Sunshine. It's okay, come on. Get up for me, I'll take you home." A deep baritone rumbles gently. She shakes her head, sobbing into her knees. Hitoshi hated her now. She fucked up. "Hey, no no. He doesn't hate you. It's okay, come on...you can't stay here."

She refuses to move as the hands gently tug at her wrist. She looks up at him, tear filled gold and brown eyes locking on those gentle red ones. She knows she must look like a mess, mascara dripping down her face, hair slipping from it's clip. His face crumbles as he runs a hand down his face and cups it over his mouth.

"Come on." He finally says, sliding one arm under her thighs and the other around her back. Lifting her curvy form without a grunt of complaint. She sniffles, curling into him as he steps out of the alley and begins his trek down the sidewalk. After what seems like forever she feels herself being jostled and a door unlocks. As he slips inside and closes the door and locks it back quickly, kicks off his shoes and moves into the kitchen. Sitting her down on an unfamiliar wooden chair. He quickly takes her shoes off too, squeezing her calves in a gentle movement. Kirishima brushes her bangs back softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a mess...a selfish mess." Hina hiccups, brushing a tear from her cheek. Smearing the mascara further.

"Nah...Hitoshi shouldn't have projected that on you. It wasn't manly...besides you could never be a mess. You're gorgeous." Kirishima says kindly, crouched in front of her so they are eye to eye. Her bottom lip trembles as she reaches back and pulls the clip from her hair. The soft hair falling around her shoulders. She sets it on his table and sighs.

"Sorry Kirishima. I just...I didn't mean for you to deal with this." She murmurs, motioning a hand to her chest and then out to the side as if gesturing to someone else. Hina ducks her head and looks up at him from beneath her bangs. Her nose twitching at the scent of cinnamon that clings to him.

"Nah, it's fine. We're friends right?" He asks kindly, brushing bangs back from her eyes.

"Yeah." Hina says. Hesitating, she clenches the hem of her shirt between her fingers. "Do...do you...since I'm here do you still want to have sex?" She manages to blurt out. Mortified at herself. A low chuckle rumbles from the man as he stands up. He pushes his own red hair from his face and sighs, staring up at the ceiling.

"You've been through a rough little bit, Nakamura. I wouldn't feel right doing that to you. It's so not manly to take advantage of a woman." He says, looking back down at her.

"But you're not? I want to." She says firmly knowing she looks like a right mess. Those soft red eyes focus on her intensely.

"You're sure?" He asks seriously. "If you want to stop at any time...tell me, no questions asked."

- NSFW START -

"Yes, I'm sure." She says, smiling shyly. Excitement bubbling in her stomach as the massive sturdy hero leans down and scoops her from the chair. Lips meeting hers gently. A soft squealing giggle pulls from her throat, legs wrapping around his thin waist and hooking at the ankle, her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands settle on the back of her thighs, squeezing the plush fat there as he carries her easily to the back of the apartment. His lips are warm, moving gently against hers as he carries her to the bed. Dropping her down gently. She slides her legs free from his waist, hands buried in his long hair. His tongue swipes along her bottom lip, moaning she parts her lips. His tongue swiping over her teeth and tasting her so thoroughly it leaves her light headed. She moans into his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

The low growl he emits goes strait to her core as he moves her to the middle of the bed. Climbing up to settle over her. A warm hand settling on her hip, the other set next to her head. As he pulls back, he pulls off his shirt in a smooth movement. His large barrel chest in full view, firm pecs and rippling biceps and triceps. Hina swallows as she sees the muscles and tendons flex in his massive forearms, abdominal muscles flexing as she tosses the shirt over the side. In comparison she's so soft and flabby. Anxiety flows through her.

"I'm not skinny." She blurts out and he rumbles a soft chuckle. Her eyes widen as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, to her chin and then those overly warm lips are ghosting over her neck.

"I don't care...you're beautiful." He whispers in the shell of her ear, sharp teeth nipping her flesh as his tongue soothes the sting. She moans, hips bucking up against his. "May I?" Kirishima asks, tugging at her shirt. She swallows and nods shyly.

"Hey, if you want to stop, just say it." He says gently. Stopping his movements to pull back and stare her in the eyes. "I won't be upset at you." A soft bubbling feeling fills her chest. HIna wiggles, making sure to rub her hips against his as she cocks a brow, her hands pulling her shirt off in a smooth motion. The hard outline of his erection catches her attention and she flushes, core fluttering as she works on removing her bra and tossing that to the side as well. Soft red eyes hungrily ghost over her as she leans down, eyes on hers, and takes a nipple into his mouth. Sharp teeth and hot tongue gently working over her soft breasts as her back bows. A low long moan escaping her as he moves to the other breast, one large hand cupping her breast gently. As if she may break.

Hot tongue working it's way down her stomach, heated breaths focusing on her hips as he presses kisses and nips the skin. Her hips jerk up as he nips the soft skin of her kip bone, sharp teeth biting down and soft tongue lapping. A mix of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck," She gasps, leveling herself up on her elbows to gaze down at him. His eyes focus on hers as he cocks a brow, one hand tugging at her jeans. Biting down on her bottom lip she nods. "Please, Kirishima." He chuckles lowly and undoes her jeans, sliding them and her underwear off of her. He stands up to quickly remove his own pants and boxers. Her mouth goes dry, his erect cock is long and thick.

"Like what you see, Sunshine?" He asks playfully. Her brown and gold eyes flick up to his.

"If you don't fuck me right now, we're having issues." She snaps, cunt clenching on nothing painfully. Kirishima throws back his head and laughs, shaking his head as he kneels at the foot of the bed. Hina is confused at first as he settles himself on his knees, reaching his arms over the bed and gripping her beneath her knees. He drags her forward across the bed to the edge, pulling a squeal from her lips. Her libido skyrocketing at the display of powerful muscles flexing. He drapes her knees over his shoulders, lips settling on her core.

"O-oh...oh!" She gasps, as his tongue laps slowly along her lips, sucking on her clitoris. Bringing a panted breath out of her as his tongue and mouth work the bundle of nerves. Thick fingers sliding through the arousal spilling from her.

"So wet for me already." He murmurs, hot breath washing over her core as he presses his fingers into her. One finger pumping gently, adding a second and scissoring. She moans louder as he crooks his fingers, gently working on that soft spongy spot. Her hips rock against his mouth as he moans, lips working her as he slips in a third finger. A pressure begins mounting in her stomach, building higher as her breath hitches. "Cum for me?" He asks softly and that pressure is snapping, pulling a cry from her lips as his tongue laps at her. Devouring her as she slowly comes down from her climax. Warm firm hands are gently lifting her, settling her further up the bed as he settles himself over her. A large hand reaches over her, giving her perfect view of his powerful lateral muscles. The black armpit hair causes her to giggle.

"What?" He asks, pulling a condom out and tearing the package with his teeth. God that's fucking hot, she thinks, biting down on her bottom lip.

"I didn't realize the curtains didn't match the drapes." She says teasingly. He snorts, working the condom over his twitching cock.

"Nah I started dyeing my hair back in high school." He says in amusement. She hums as he leans down and captures her lips in a kiss, Hina can still taste herself on his lips. Gentle hands spread her thighs and out of reflex she wraps her legs at the knee around his waist. Hooking her ankles together for support.

He leans forward, settling himself on his forearms so that his body completely covers hers. He keeps himself up so his weight isn't on her body. His eyes are soft, lips twitching up as he presses another soft kiss to her throat, working his way down. Sucking on the skin of her jugular, lapping his tongue in a heated trail as if following the pulsing artery beneath her skin. Her pulse beating rapidly.

"You sure?" He asks, intense eyes on hers again. The expression so heated yet gentle, she only nods. He lines himself up and the tip of his cock presses at her entrance. Eyes clenching shut as she hisses, he takes small thrusts to ease himself in. The pain of being stretched so thoroughly quickly giving way to pleasure. Her head tilting back, hands sliding over her head as she relaxes beneath his massive body. His strong hands gently card into her own, fingers tangling and palms kissing, his elbows effortlessly holding himself up as he thrusts. His cock sliding into her with each powerful stroke of his hips. The hollow feeling it leaves behind when he pulls back, only to snap his hips forward again. Plunging into her with firm thrusts. She moans as pleasure slowly mounts, the sounds of their mutual pleasure fill the space as he rocks into her. Thighs tightening around his hips as pleasure builds.

"F-fuck...Kiri...fuck you're so good." She mumbles. He grunts as he thrusts harder, hitting a spot in her that has Hina seeing stars. The cry that rips from her throat as him pausing for a moment, she's confused as he reajudsts. Gripping her left thigh and pulling it up higher until her knee is digging into his rib. His hips slam into hers, pounding against her cunt as his cock hits that same spot over and over. Pleasure scorching as she gives a high pitched moan. He pants into her ear, soft kisses trailing along her jaw as he forces himself deeper. She can feel his body trembling against hers as her release builds, him chasing his own. Yet, still being the perfect gentleman and working her towards her own first.

"KIRI." She cries, the orgasm taking her by surprise. His hips snap against her own as he snarls a low cry of pleasure, slow sloppy thrusts following as they both ride out the wave of pleasure.

"Nakamura, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks roughly, breathing deeply as he gazes down at her in concern. She glances down at herself in confusion, breast rising and falling heavily with each pant. Her cheeks darken as she sees the hickys and bite marks that litter her body.

"No...honestly...that's the best dicking down I've ever had to be honest." She admits shyly. He lets out a loud laugh and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Glad to hear it, Nakamura." He murmurs softly, his low timbre vibrates through her with his chest lightly pressed to hers. He pulls away and quickly ties off the condom, throwing it out. She can't help peeking over to watch him walk to the bathroom, his big thick thighs and ass with that tiny waist and broad shoulders has her attention. He returns a second later with a damp clothe, raising an eyebrow at her. She smiles sheepishly as he gently wipes down her sensitive lower half, throwing the cloth into the hamper he climbs in behind her and settles himself behind her. Powerful body curling around hers so she's completely spooned. He slides one arm under her, curling his fingers into hers, the other playing with her hair and within minutes she's asleep.

- NSFW END -

Kirishima walks her to the apartment door, hand on her lower back to make sure she doesn't lose her balance on the stairs. As she unlocks the door, Kirishima steals a kiss from her lips. Hina rising up on her tip toes to wrap her arms around the back of his neck.

"Thanks again for last night, Kirishima." Hina says shyly. He smiles kindly down at her, sharp teeth on full display with massive arms gently wrapping around her waist. And yet she finds him to be the least threatening male to ever grace her life.

"Just call me Eijirou." He says. And as he pulls back, he lifts up a hand to cup her cheek.

"Only if you call me Hina." She stammers. Both blushing as he grins more broadly.

"Done deal Ki...Eijirou." As he slopes down the stairs, a bounce to his step, she feels a warm ball of something settle in her chest. Stepping into the apartment, she locks it behind her quietly and notices almost immediately that Hitoshi's shoes are gone. Either he never came back last night or he left super early. That warm ball fizzles into something she can't quite name, her stomach dropping to the floor. Confusion fills her at the feelings. Why should I feel this way? We're just friends...right?

Extra scene! Hitoshi's point of view

Hitoshi scowls into his drink at the bar, sitting right beside her and watching her flirt with the redhead and him flirting back . Sure, Kirishima is a great guy and a higher ranked hero, but Hina is... what...yours? The sardonic voice in the back of his head snaps cruelly.

"Come on man, come on back to the table." Kaminari says, popping back at his side. Hitoshi sighs out through his nose.

"Why, so I can sit with that?" Hitoshi snipes.

"Dude, if you like her so much then just tell Kirishima. He's a good guy, he'll back off. No questions asked." The electric quirked man says kindly.

"No," Hitoshi says, shaking his head. "I see the way she looks at him, she likes him. I won't do that to her, my feelings be damned."

"At least come back man, you can sit beside me?" Kaminari frowns and motions back to the table. The taller purple haired man sighs and shoves away from the bar counter, he spots the waitress coming back with the food anyways.

Drinks and food are slowly consumed over the next hour. Hitoshi watches Hina shoot three whiskey. Becoming more relaxed, leaning into the redhead who grins broadly and accepts the advances happily. Hitoshi, stabbing his food rather aggressively with his chop sticks.

"Are you okay Hitoshi?" Midoriya leans over and murmurs softly.

"Yeah. I'm just fucking perfect." He almost regrets it as Midoriya winces. Wide emerald eyes flicking between Hitoshi and Hina with a calculating look.

"Please don't." Hitoshi mutters and Midoriya sits back with hands raised in surrender as his friend angrily pokes his chicken curry. Hitoshi's ears prick at the next words he hears over the din.

"Do you wanna get out of here...after dinner." He glances, catching her wide eyed look.

"You can say no." Kirishima murmurs softly, face kind.

"No I...um...It's not that I don't want to. You just surprised me." The words are soft and shy, one hand moving her bicolored bangs from her face. Hitoshi hears the crack as his chopsticks snap.

"My bad. Sorry, Nakamura. Forge-" Kirishima says. White noise is filling Hitoshi's head. Hina is his and yet Kirishima is stealing her. Logically he knows that's not what is happening, but the other half of him driven by jealousy ignores that.

"No...I...I would like that." Hina murmurs, he looks sharply at her and then at the gentle hand on her arm. Something in him snaps, becoming numb.

"Bring her back in the morning." He spits, stalking off. Hina's eyes are wide as she watches him walk off. He can feel her confusion, see the hurt, but he can't stop himself as he keep walking. Hitoshi hears her scrabble after him, he's mentally begging any god out there to make this stop. Then she grabs his arm and he whips around. Anger lashing in his violet eyes.

"What's your problem?" She hisses. Eyes wide.

"My problem is you going home with random men you don't know!" Hitoshi snaps, voice raw and chest tight. He sees Midoriya standing up, emerald eyes flicking between them. He sees the guilty look Kirishima has as he stands up too. Saying something to Midoriya and pushing his red hair back. Some of the men at the table wincing as Kaminari opens his mouth.

"How dare you!? I'm a grown ass woman, if I want to go home with a guy that's not your business. Now is it?" Her eyes flash dangerously. Hitoshi reels back, as if he's been hit in the sternum. Kaminari yelps loudly, "Shinsou dude – don't!"

Midoriya is suddenly there, gripping Hitoshi's shoulder in an almost painful way. Fingers digging in as he rips Hitoshi back. Since when did he get into her face? When did he loom and want to hurt her, he never would of course. But his words...oh god his words.

"Hina...I'm s-" Hitoshi rasps hoarsely. Midoriya murmurs for him to stop, grip tightening as his best female friend stares up at him like he was a monster. She bolts and a head of red hair is suddenly in his field of vision. A fist slamming into his mouth as Hitoshi's head snaps back.

"How dare you." Kirishima snarls. "If you aren't man enough to tell her how you feel, then don't take it out on her!" Kirishima rushes after her, calling out for the tiny woman. Bakugou and Todoroki flank Midoriya. All three with serious expressions.

"And I thought I was a dick." Bakugou grunts.